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Chapter One :: "The world we've known"
It was a strange night. The streets were empty under the glow of dim lights. It was queer, a popular part of the city, so quiet. There was only the sounds of a few cabs dropping off their passenger.
You would find yourself standing at the corner of three cross-streets. In your hands is an invitation to LifeCHANGE, the lottery that promises money beyond a person's dream. "How far are you willing to go," says the card, "to follow your dreams?" The card contained a small note, simply instructing you to take the cab. The destination was unknown, but you realized, on the way, that it was in the city. Now, standing in the middle of the "city that never sleeps", you wondered why it was so quiet? Where were all the people? Why were you brought here? The questions don't cease.
In the distance, the soft rumbling of thunder indicated the oncoming storm. Quickly, before the rain comes, you survey the area.
Behind you is a an empty little building that seems to be an abandoned cafe. The front door has been left open to the cold night, leaving an eerie sort of shadow travelling into the room. There are dainty little picnic tables on the inside. The colorful paint is peeling off the walls and it seems no one has been there in a while. You turn away to look around.
Across the street is a strange looking contraption. From the wheels, you're led to assume it's a car, or a van of some sort. It's an oblong, rather weird shape, about three cars long and bulky on the sides. The doors are too high to simply sit into the seats. If there are seats, you wonder, it's difficult to see into the windows from here.
Aside from the vehicle, there are no others cars on the streets. The sidewalks are empty, the shops and their lights are closed, and the a dim fog has started to approach from the west. A flash of lightning is followed by a strong crack of thunder. The rain begins to come pouring down in loads, spilling over the streets and drowning the sidewalks. You find the need to take shelter. Where will you go?
As you move for cover, you think of the inside of the card, the personal message left by Mr. Alexsworth, the founder of the lottery. In his large, flourishing handwriting, he left you a message. It's an inquisitive one, and for a while, you've been thinking of it. Who is this man? Why does he wish to give away so much money just to see people follow their dreams? You let your thoughts roam, waiting. If the rain lets up, perhaps Mr. Alexsworth will resume the 'journey'.
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Personal Messages:
Silverman, is there a value you can put on your heart?
Gunnridge, what is the story in a raindrop?
Daye, for whose sake are you fighting?
Lasniv, is there someone you would rather be than yourself?
Kirchner, are you searching for something in your past?
Daemon, how does the cry of a broken guitar make you feel?
Irmon, does a place to return to have to be a physical place?
Haddoway, what have you lost to the darkness?
Larsen, which is the film you won't direct?
David, is there something you're running from ?
Foster, what is true loneliness?
Daecher, what hurts you the most?
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Chapter One :: "The world we've known"
It was a strange night. The streets were empty under the glow of dim lights. It was queer, a popular part of the city, so quiet. There was only the sounds of a few cabs dropping off their passenger.
You would find yourself standing at the corner of three cross-streets. In your hands is an invitation to LifeCHANGE, the lottery that promises money beyond a person's dream. "How far are you willing to go," says the card, "to follow your dreams?" The card contained a small note, simply instructing you to take the cab. The destination was unknown, but you realized, on the way, that it was in the city. Now, standing in the middle of the "city that never sleeps", you wondered why it was so quiet? Where were all the people? Why were you brought here? The questions don't cease.
In the distance, the soft rumbling of thunder indicated the oncoming storm. Quickly, before the rain comes, you survey the area.
Behind you is a an empty little building that seems to be an abandoned cafe. The front door has been left open to the cold night, leaving an eerie sort of shadow travelling into the room. There are dainty little picnic tables on the inside. The colorful paint is peeling off the walls and it seems no one has been there in a while. You turn away to look around.
Across the street is a strange looking contraption. From the wheels, you're led to assume it's a car, or a van of some sort. It's an oblong, rather weird shape, about three cars long and bulky on the sides. The doors are too high to simply sit into the seats. If there are seats, you wonder, it's difficult to see into the windows from here.
Aside from the vehicle, there are no others cars on the streets. The sidewalks are empty, the shops and their lights are closed, and the a dim fog has started to approach from the west. A flash of lightning is followed by a strong crack of thunder. The rain begins to come pouring down in loads, spilling over the streets and drowning the sidewalks. You find the need to take shelter. Where will you go?
As you move for cover, you think of the inside of the card, the personal message left by Mr. Alexsworth, the founder of the lottery. In his large, flourishing handwriting, he left you a message. It's an inquisitive one, and for a while, you've been thinking of it. Who is this man? Why does he wish to give away so much money just to see people follow their dreams? You let your thoughts roam, waiting. If the rain lets up, perhaps Mr. Alexsworth will resume the 'journey'.
---
Personal Messages:
Silverman, is there a value you can put on your heart?
Gunnridge, what is the story in a raindrop?
Daye, for whose sake are you fighting?
Lasniv, is there someone you would rather be than yourself?
Kirchner, are you searching for something in your past?
Daemon, how does the cry of a broken guitar make you feel?
Irmon, does a place to return to have to be a physical place?
Haddoway, what have you lost to the darkness?
Larsen, which is the film you won't direct?
David, is there something you're running from ?
Foster, what is true loneliness?
Daecher, what hurts you the most?
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