sounds like you went into a black hole.

Dream of your former life or wake up.

You wake from a deep, dreamless sleep. You are alone, curled up in a field of what feels like strings of stiff, upright yarn. You on how you got here, and instantly a cold chill runs up your spine. Best not to think about that right now, as it was a severely traumatizing event which you can see putting you in the midst of a panic attack if you become stuck on it. You are not cold, but realize again that you are naked! Immediately after realizing that, you notice the yarn-like grass curling around most of your body, and it startles you, causing you to scramble to your feet. It is too dark to really see any detail of your body, and almost by pure instinct you run try to run your fingers through your hair, only to find that you are completely bald! In fact, upon further explorations of your body, you find that there is not a single hair on your body. As you stand there feeling yourself up, you feel the yarn-grass curl around your feet, so you shuffle them and are released without any noticeable resistance or pain. Your fear of this alien ground eases as you find it isn't harming you in any way, giving you the confidence to focus on yourself again.

You think about who you are, avoiding thoughts about the journey here, but the shock of it is still fresh, and your name simply escapes you.


[WHAT IS YOUR NAME?]

>>765735
Yu

>>765735
Ewe

pausing the quest until I wake up tomorrow!

>>765759
If you're new to tgchan, it's generally not necessary to announce pauses like it is on /tg/, the board's a lot slower here. If you miss a day you might just get bumped down a page, and it slows down overnight so you might still be on the frontpage tomorrow morning.

you are "myself"
anyone asks you can say "i am myself" this will drive people nuts.

Your name is Laughter.

A memory unlocks, quite easily: Sometimes you wonder if your parentS meant to name you Something even more Sinister.

>>765778
what?
who's memory unlocks?

>>765735
apparently proof reading was a foreign concept to me when writing that second post haha, won't happen again I swear!

YOU 2016/12/14(Wed)15:14 No. 765902 ID: eda54c
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After some standing in the dark, thinking of your name, you find out it is simply useless to continue. Your name is lost to you! All you have is your current sense of self, and even that is shaky.

SURROUNDINGS: --- 'Entry Point'
You are standing in a field of what you will call 'yarn-grass'. It is very short, only about the height of your ankles, and already the yarn-grass surrounding your feet has curled up against them. You can't see much detail in this darkness, but the landscape is illuminated by a large, full moon. There is what looks to be a road a mile in front of you. You don't feel confident in labeling the cardinal directions for now. This road leads to foot hills, and beyond that, how far you cannot tell, large mountains. Looking to your left the yarn-grass field extends outwards beyond your vision, and to your right it follows the road to the foot hills. Looking behind you, there is what looks like a forest but again due to it being night you can't tell for sure, all you see consists of short spires with branches and stuff covering them.

STATUS --- 100% physically and 75% mentally

available directions: Forward, Backwards, Left, Right

>>765902
Head to forest, fashion a vine belt with which to attach leaves to and gain some measure of dignity.

>>765902
Back, make crude clothing

If we're trying to make clothing wouldn't it make more sense to rip up some yarn grass and weave it together?

Then again, that could take a while and probably require more light. So I guess see what the forest has to offer first.

>>765909
depends how long a yarngrass stalk is. if it's long enough we can just make a simple underwear, one or two strands tied together into a belt with a third that ties to one side, dips down, and ties to the other side.

YOU 2016/12/14(Wed)16:08 No. 765919 ID: eda54c
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You figure if you are going to keep from being seen naked, you should make something to cover yourself up with, and the forest would be your best bet for that.

---ON THE WAY TO THE FOREST---

Towards the forest you go, almost as silently as the wind due to the yarn-grass barely making any sound as you step on it. At one point, you look back to see if you left any foot prints, and you aren't really surprised to notice that there aren't any, and your most recent foot prints are slowly starting to disappear. Being closer to what you think is a forest, the yarn-grass curls around your feet much sooner than before, making you feel uneasy about your decision, but you continue on.

---THE EDGE OF THE FOREST---

You are standing on the edge of the forest line. You listen for any wildlife, but only eerie silence comes from beyond. The forest seems to be illuminated more than the area outside of it, but no light source can be seen, because of this you can actually see the yarn-grass. You kneel down to observe it, and see that the entire floor of the field, and the forest, is made up of a mat of interwoven, fuzzy looking tubes, and the 'grass' is where it neatly curls up. Here in the forest, the yarn-grass is even shorter. The color is of dark purples and greens.

You walk to a 'tree' and feel it. It feels exactly like the yarn-grass and upon closer observation it appears to actually be yarn-grass! The spires actually rise out of a forest floor, and is a part of it, the grass tubes all around it collecting into one spot and shooting up into the foliage above, but as it gets further away from the ground the weave tightens and bends into the strangest patterns! You also notice the color of the yarn changes as it goes up the tree! Up the length of it, it turns from the dark purples and greens of the floor to shades of blue and orange!

that's.... odd.
try asking politely or some dead strands.

>>765919
So... no foliage, then? So much for dignity. Looks like no fruit or animals or anything that is likely to be edible, so you can't live off the land here. Probably a better idea to go to the road instead, and hope it leads to civilization.

You try to pull some of the yarn from the tree, and find that it actually pulls off quite easy. After some time, you manage to tie together a pair of trousers, and a poncho. Woah! This is some of the softest... fabric, you have ever worn! The poncho loosely hangs around your neck and covers your entire upper body, and your trousers are just as loose, almost falling off but you figure time wasted on clothing when nobody is around means time wasted on finding sustenance, and something tells you none of this is particularly edible. You walk back out of the forest, and towards the road.

--- THE EDGE OF THE FOREST ---

By the time you arrive to the perimeter, you feel the looseness of your clothing disappear, and looking down you notice your yarn-trousers tightening around your waist, as well as your legs. They now fit you almost like a pair of tights, though much more insulated. Your poncho does the same thing, even tightening around your waste, but you easily tear holes for your arms on the sides. You ponder how rich you'd be for discovering something like this back home.

--- THE FIELD ---

As you step out of the forest, you gasp! You are no longer alone. Three large figures are standing by the spot you appeared, and floating orbs attached to a kind of leach are pulled along by them. They glow, and light up the area. Beyond them, on the road, is something that looks like a carriage, but the design is obviously alien. Very spiny, with exaggerated corners, and concave walls. A quivering black mass is hitched to its front, and sits, shimmering in the moon light.

>>765954
Sneak up and see if you can eavesdrop without being seen. No way of telling if these beings are here to kidnap you or help you.

be careful. they knew to search for you here somehow. they probably have detectors. but if they use it for good or for ill we have no idea. they could ether want to take you to town and find you a job. of they could want to take you to their queen who will lay eggs in your brain.

You don't know whether or not to be afraid of them. It is obvious to you that they beings capable of high thought and intelligence, due to the apparent use of technology. Then again, the 'technology' they are using could very well be biological and alive.

You think, maybe being anti-social here isn't going to get you anywhere but starved and eventually dead. You wonder if the MULE (rest in peace) made contact with them. If it did, which is most likely as it seems these beings are aware of your arrival, then you shouldn't have any issues. The MULE made it back after seven years without a single scratch on it, after approaching the Black Bubble completely by accident. It did die within the hour, due to most of the vital non-organic pieces of its internal functions being gone and us not having any replacements for them at the site. The difference between you and the MULE, is that you did not enter the Black Bubble by accident. You decided one day, while under close supervision by armed guards working for the UN, to simply walk into it. They wouldn't accept your requests for an exploration team beforehand so you decided to hell with their red tape! What were they going to do, follow? If they did, good, you got your exploration team. If not, then you'll be the exploration team.

--- THE FIELD ---

You make yourself known:

"HELLO!!!" in the friendliest way possible. Immediately the orbs blast you with a blinding light and you are there again, in the impossible space within the Black Bubble, without a body, heading towards that speck...

SCENE THEME: https://soundcloud.com/hif-man/first-encounter

You snap out of it due to something flying past you at an incredible speed, and hitting a yarn-tree behind you. You turn and see some kind of metallic blue arm, with a wide, flat, square end to it attached to the tree. It pulls back with an equal amount of ferocity to the impact, pulling a good sized chunk out of the yarn-tree, causing it to collapse in a soft but decently loud *poof*. You do not waste any time in running back into the forest, and as you do, two more of the arms fly past you, but you do not waste time to see where they strike, you just run as fast as you can.

Call them bitches as loudly as you can and threaten to give them smallpox blankets.

Oh yeah and you should probably make sure you don't just run into something worse while you're at it.

You quickly glance behind you as you run to find that they are gaining distance on you faster than you can run!

--- THE FOREST ---

You come to a stop, nearly falling into a strange spiraling hole in the ground!

AVAILABLE ACTIONS: Run around the hole, jump into the hole, or think of a way to hide.

climb down the hole a bit, it should be made of more yarngrass.
then dig into the side a little.

Thinking fast, you climb, rather than jump, into the spiraling hole in the ground.

--- THE HOLE IN THE FOREST ---

You quickly make the decision to climb into the hole! Scrambling to get in without slipping, you let your full weight onto the roots of the yarn-grass, which luckily do not tear! You think of burrowing into the wall of the hole, but quickly realize loosing any sort of grip and putting too much weight on any one hold in the yarn-grass will actually cause it to tear. You can hear the beings approaching the hole from a short distance, so you don't have much time to spare in testing this. You attempt to slide down the hole, controlling your speed with the grip of your hands, and you actually manage to do this for a few moments.

Out from the mass of yarn-roots in front of your face, the front of a blue metallic arm bursts through and completely smothers you. You let go of the yarn-roots and grab hold of the arm just in time for you to prevent the sudden jerking back of the arm to break your neck!

--- THE FOREST ---

You come through the entry point of the arm, and three other arms get the rest of your body. You have been holding your breath up until this point, and attempt to take a breath and find that you are able to! the arms tighten their pull on you, and you are suspended in mid-air!

You hear soft footsteps approach you, and then you can almost feel their energy as they stand what you think is only a foot or two away from you. They are silent in their observing.

--- THE FOREST ---

You feel a soft hand run across your scalp. It feels like the yarn. Perhaps it is a glove? It runs back to your forehead, and pulls the arm's front off of your face. Your head hangs, and you are staring at the ground. You attempt to look up, but the soft hand keeps you from doing so. You hear a humming come from the being, and the hand starts vibrating for a moment, then stops. It kneels down to be level with you, and you stare into two black eyes. The being seems to be wearing a mask made from a blue colored type of yarn-grass. The skin you see around the eyes, is of a dark purple, almost like the purple you see in the yarn-grass of the forest. There is no obvious nose, but there are two pointed ears which shine in the light, and a hole cut out for a mouth without lips. It opens, revealing rows of what look to be serrated, perfectly triangular teeth, with a forked tongue resting behind them. She turns to speak to the others.

"O ti wa ni ọkan ninu awọn ti o ti kọja. Ọpẹ ti ọwọ mi so fun mi pe o jẹ bẹru, ki o si pato ko lewu. Lai, a yoo gba o pẹlu wa so, nibẹ ni ko si ona lati mo daju fun."

The voice is obviously feminine, and you recognize the language! She, at least you assume she from the tone of the voice, is speaking Yoruba, a language which dates back to pre-history, and is native to the region where the Black Bubble's research site is. The implications of this being speaking Yoruba are phenomenal! Extra-Terrestrial contact with humans in the far reaches of the past is real! Unfortunately, you don't speak a word of Yoruba, and when she looks back to you and says,

"Ti o ko ba wo bi ohun ti a ti sọ ri ninu awọn ona lati wa itan. Ẽṣe ti ẹnyin duro ki gun to han nibi lẹẹkansi?"

[HOW DO YOU RESPOND?]

just start talking
"hello i am from earth"

"Emi ko ye awọn ti o tọ ti ohun ti o sọ."

"I am from Earth!"

--- THE FOREST ---

The being looks at you with a confused face.

"I remember why I'm here, but I do not remember my name."

It stands back up, and doesn't say a thing back to you. It covers your face again with the flat end of one of the weaponized arms. You then hear it begin walking, and the others follow with you, drug through the air behind them.

--- THE FIELD ---

You notice how warm it felt in the yarn-forest as your group makes it back to the field. You can faintly see the moonlight through your mask.

--- THE ROAD ---

The soft footsteps in the yarn-grass turns to the sound of metal on metal as you float up slightly. You think this is the road you saw when you first observed your surroundings. You hear the beings enter the carriage, leaving you alone outside. A low rumbling comes from ahead of the carriage. Then you begin moving, pulled by the carriage. You have good faith that they are skilled drivers of this craft.

Well, time to start trying to learn the language. Point to stuff and say their name, hope they do the same thing. Grass, sky, that sort of thing.

--- THE FOOTHILLS ---

You feel an incline, as the carriage enters the foothills towards the mountains.

THEME: https://soundcloud.com/hif-man/the-road

Jam out

Jam out

As you float along, you grow tired. You have not been awake for long, but everything that happened and is happening almost completely depleted your energy. You attempt to flip over onto your back, and manage to do so! The moonlight shines brighter through your face's covering, and it soothes you! You drift off to sleep.

--- ??? ---

You wake in the sunbeam of morning light shining onto your exposed face. You try to move, but find you are still bound by whatever they had you in when you were captured. The light is shining through many circular openings no wider than your fist arranged in a grid along the top half of the wall you are facing. Looking around, they are not on any of the other walls. There does not seem to be a door leading out of this place. The walls themselves, as well as the floor and ceiling, are light grey.

The floor is cold and metallic, but your weight causes the area you are laying on to slightly depress into the shape of your body. The material that you are tied in feels different, in that it isn't nearly as tight as before!

try to break free!

You test the strength of your binds, and find that they crumble away quite easily!

--- THE CELL ---

You stand up, and become dizzy! You notice how hungry and thirsty you are!

You look down at where you were laying. You see that the depression on the floor matches the outline of your body's position when you woke up.

You think about what would have happened if you were apprehended before actually entering the Black Bubble. Most likely you'd be in the same predicament! The irony of this makes you chuckle, then you sit down in a corner, and wait.

I deleted the old ones and merged them with my old account which is where the rest of my music is.

FIRST SOUNDTRACK POST: https://soundcloud.com/user-883936314/first-encounter

SECOND SOUNDTRACK POST: https://soundcloud.com/user-883936314/the-road

--- THE CELL ---
As you wait, you think upon any regrets you might have had about before arriving onto this alien world.

You regret not having taken the preliminary language courses before heading out to the research site. You regret not planning anything, and just walking in at a whim. You could have taken someone with you, someone that could remember what your damn name is! There is, however, the possibility that they could have forgotten their name, and your name, and that you would not have been able to remember their name either.

You are extremely annoyed about knowing everything else leading up to your entry into the Black Bubble except for your name. Your name is pretty damn important. You then realize whoever you were beforehand, is basically dead if you cannot remember your name. Then again, it isn't like you can live any sort of life here that is close to what you lived before it. You have not changed, as far as you know. You bet there is some philosophical work from your home that describes your situation, and better understands it. A shame you couldn't have experienced this conundrum sooner!

You are torn from your line of thought, as footsteps, the sound of a metal floor but from the outside, approach your cell. You move towards a corner on the opposite side of the room, so you can watch the outer wall directly. The footsteps come close to the wall and stop, you hear a muffled voice from the other side, then you watch as the air/light holes move down to the center of the wall, then combine into a large circular opening, with the bottom of the circle cut off at the floor. Standing in light rays of the now afternoon sun, you see is the same being which were commanding those other beings earlier. Behind it, is a sight of a city with geometric, beautiful architecture, shimmering with bright oranges and pinks.

>>767248
Rename yourself Gembert and take this as a chance to begin a new life at the top of bug society.

You stand in the corner, starying at the being, staring back at you. It steps into the cell and approaches! You flinch, putting your hands up in front of you to shield yourself from whatever may happen to you. This act causes it to step back. You lower your arms and stare into its obsidian eyes.

"O ti wa ni ko fẹ awọn eyi ti o wa lati wa ṣaaju ki o to."

You save your energy and don't attempt to speak back. You make a motion of taking something off of your head. You touch your cheek. It pinches the fabric of its mask and you nod.

"Mo ti ko le fun bayi." It shakes its head, the universal sign of 'no'. You can tell that it knows you cannot understand it. You then tell it that you are hungry and thirsty by pointing to your mouth, slumping your shoulders and rubbing your stomach, then making a drinking motion. It smiles and nods to that, raises its finger, "Duro nibi, emi o si gba o nkankan."

It turns to leave, and dread fills you with the prospect of waiting in this cell any longer. You step forward a bit, and reach out for it. Your mental walls fall down, and tears start to leave their ducts as the weight of everything finally begins to crush you. You fall to your knees, and grab its shirt from the behind. It immediately stops and turns to look at you.

"Please don't leave me here..." you say, practically choking as the words leave your mouth. The eyes broadcast a look of pity. It kneels down to you, and wipes tears away from your face, its touch, like valium. It lifts you to your knees, and puts its hands on your arms. Warmth with pleasant tingling sensation is felt on the skin where its palms lay. Your mind is at ease almost instantly. It points to the opening, and a sense of empathy is felt as you basically beg with the look you give it. The being stands, picking you up with it, and sets you on your feet. Standing up to it, the height of the being is about 1/3rd of your size larger than you. It grabs your hand, and you both walk out of the cell.

This story will be continued, but at a later date!

Goodbye for now!