T̷h̷e̸ ̵G̶a̴m̸e̵ - A VR Role-play

[Amer]

Hewitt wasn’t paying attention to the conversation anymore. He’d turned his ear to a telltale rustle of the sand.
Two antennae emerged from the sand.
He lifted his cane and gave Saturn a gentle whap on the shoulder. “Now’s your chance to prove yourself, kid. Remember, go for the face.”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Heather was taken aback by his straightforward answer, though it wasn't exactly clear if he knew or if he was just being a jerk about it.

"Uhh... no." She lied, tipping her head as if she had no clue what he was talking about. She smiled in a friendly manner, it might not go over well if he'd seen the smoke from the one she'd killed. She preferred he think she wasn't a threat to him though so she'd rather not let on that she knew how to murder a giant bug.



"Just over there." She answered gesturing to the dune that behind her that blocked the view of the rest of the beach. "I don't really know how I got here. Do you?"

Hewitt wasn’t paying attention to the conversation anymore. He’d turned his ear to a telltale rustle of the sand.
Two antennae emerged from the sand.
He lifted his cane and gave Saturn a gentle whap on the shoulder. “Now’s your chance to prove yourself, kid. Remember, go for the face.”

Saturn turned away from Hewitt, lowering her voice. "Just kind of appeared here...I don't know what happened." She murmured. "Maybe we got kidn—"
Pausing, she sharply turned to Hewitt when he tapped her shoulder, scowling. Until she saw the antennae emerging from the sand.

She backed away quickly, eyes widening. "W-what?!"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Zayne shaded his eyes from the painfully bright sun, kicking at rocks as he walked.
“Stupid trees. Stupid rocks,” he grumbled through gritted teeth, tripping over the uneven ground. “When I get out of here, so help me I’ll—“ he stopped in his tracks, hearing a faint scraping sound coming from behind him. Please don’t be a bear, he pleaded, turning around.

Nothing stuck out at first, but after squinting his eyes and closely scanning his surroundings, someone with straw-blonde hair and elvish ears caught his eye, peeking out from behind a tree.
“Oh thank god,” Zayne said, letting out a sigh of relief. As he took a step closer, his vision went black, his head interrupting into a burning pain.
He let out a yelp, hunching over as he grasped at his head. Images of an arrow flashed through his mind, cutting through the wind like a dagger.

And just like that, it was over, leaving him more confused than before.
He looked up, blinking away the remaining images. Oh. . . He thought, noticing the bow the person held. That explains it.
“I— I’m Zayne. Zayne Martinez,” he answered slowly, dropping the knife as he raised his hands. “I— I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t touch anything in the bag, if that’s what you’re here for.”

Xavier raised the bow, tensing when the person doubled over, clutching his head.
It's fingers trembled around the arrows shaft, nearly releasing when Zayne stood up. Their breath hitched, teeth digging into their cheek.

"Zayne."

It gave him a deadpan stare as it repeated his name, stepping out from behind the tree, picking their way through the plants.
He seemed harmless enough, stuttering over his words as he dropped the knife. They huffed audibly. Pathetic.

"Not mine." Xai answered quietly, not caring about the bag one bit. They lowered the bow, carefully placing the arrow back in it's quiver, no longer as threatened by his presence.
It was clearly still on high alert, however.

"Why are you here?" Their tone was unfriendly and cold, eyeing him with an almost disgusted expression. Not that he should be the one it was disgusted with, as they were dripping blood and strange, green-gray slime that was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore.
Their next question was oddly vague, but it was curious if they weren't the only one who strangely appeared.
"Better yet, how are you here?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

She saw the snake over her shoulder and ran faster, the cliff made her stop, “no,no,no!” She cried looking for any way she could get away from the huge snake which was now chasing her “hellllllpppppp” she shouted hoping her voice would carry to someone anywhere near by

Adversely unlike the elongated sequence of a human's spastic processing, Sphagnum was already rolling with this sketchy setup.

No idea what this place was.
No idea why it'd been brought here.
No idea who was behind this.

But did Sphagnum care? Not entirely.
In fact, if there was underlying malicious intent here, Sphagnum welcomed it. Society was getting altogether too complacent under their all-encompassing laws. Jumpscares were still effortless, but it'd been a pathetically long while since anyone had attempted active persecution.
It was hard to rain down tumultuous vengeance when no one committed anything decent against you.

Everything necessary to know about this situation would surely be revealed in time. There were no pressing matters on its schedule. In fact, Sphagnum hadn't even left a home behind. The last chosen abode had been decimated by voracious flames a few days prior.

No one ever had the decency to inform Sphagnum that stovetops weren't made for heating one's spray paint cans in an intellectual attempt to get the remnants out.
Well, it'd certainly made for an invigorating experience, even if its antlers had lost the majority of their foliage. Leaves could regrow, but the finest chaos was inimitable.

Particularly intriguing about this whole shebang was the immaculate 1 etched into Sphagnum's right palm. Its skin had never before taken to ink- and every tattooist lucky enough to be in range had been overcompensated to try. And even when Sphagnum sent a layer new layer of moss sprouting over that hand, the mark broke right through.
Some deep magic was at work here.

As for the bag? Sphagnum read the allotted possessions as a gesture somewhere between complimentary and compensation and strung the pack up in its antlers for future reference.

As Sphagnum leisurely made its way through the forest that was far too vivacious to have ever been touched by man, a series of desperate screams erupted to the right.
A child.
It was only a dozen or so lengthened strides before the scene was visible.

The imperiled was indeed a female youth, unprepossessing but armed with a bow, and the entity doing the imperiling a mammoth, two-headed serpent.

Hm. Seemed worth being involved in.

Not for the preservation of the child, of course, but purely to feed off of both parties' delectable disarray.

Without a word, Sphagnum swung down into the gully and rooted down between her and the snake.

 

[Amer]

Saturn turned away from Hewitt, lowering her voice. "Just kind of appeared here...I don't know what happened." She murmured. "Maybe we got kidn—"
Pausing, she sharply turned to Hewitt when he tapped her shoulder, scowling. Until she saw the antennae emerging from the sand.

She backed away quickly, eyes widening. "W-what?!"

Hewitt hit harder. “Have you any sense, kid? If you don’t get after that Beach Bug, it’ll get after you. Unless you need me to show you how to do things again.”

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Adversely unlike the elongated sequence of a human's spastic processing, Sphagnum was already rolling with this sketchy setup.

No idea what this place was.
No idea why it'd been brought here.
No idea who was behind this.

But did Sphagnum care? Not entirely.
In fact, if there was underlying malicious intent here, Sphagnum welcomed it. Society was getting altogether too complacent under their all-encompassing laws. Jumpscares were still effortless, but it'd been a pathetically long while since anyone had attempted active persecution.
It was hard to rain down tumultuous vengeance when no one committed anything decent against you.

Everything necessary to know about this situation would surely be revealed in time. There were no pressing matters on its schedule. In fact, Sphagnum hadn't even left a home behind. The last chosen abode had been decimated by voracious flames a few days prior.

No one ever had the decency to inform Sphagnum that stovetops weren't made for heating one's spray paint cans in an intellectual attempt to get the remnants out.
Well, it'd certainly made for an invigorating experience, even if its antlers had lost the majority of their foliage. Leaves could regrow, but the finest chaos was inimitable.

Particularly intriguing about this whole shebang was the immaculate 1 etched into Sphagnum's right palm. Its skin had never before taken to ink- and every tattooist lucky enough to be in range had been overcompensated to try. And even when Sphagnum sent a layer new layer of moss sprouting over that hand, the mark broke right through.
Some deep magic was at work here.

As for the bag? Sphagnum read the allotted possessions as a gesture somewhere between complimentary and compensation and strung the pack up in its antlers for future reference.

As Sphagnum leisurely made its way through the forest that was far too vivacious to have ever been touched by man, a series of desperate screams erupted to the right.
A child.
It was only a dozen or so lengthened strides before the scene was visible.

The imperiled was indeed a female youth, unprepossessing but armed with a bow, and the entity doing the imperiling a mammoth, two-headed serpent.

Hm. Seemed worth being involved in.

Not for the preservation of the child, of course, but purely to feed off of both parties' delectable disarray.

Without a word, Sphagnum swung down into the gully and rooted down between her and the snake.

Just moments before the snake could strike Cassie appeared a strange organism with tree-like features right before the snakes very own four eyes. Confused by what this being was, the snake abruptly flung both sets of fangs into the spriggan’s torso in attempts to inject a deadly amount of venom.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Xavier raised the bow, tensing when the person doubled over, clutching his head.
It's fingers trembled around the arrows shaft, nearly releasing when Zayne stood up. Their breath hitched, teeth digging into their cheek.

"Zayne."

It gave him a deadpan stare as it repeated his name, stepping out from behind the tree, picking their way through the plants.
He seemed harmless enough, stuttering over his words as he dropped the knife. They huffed audibly. Pathetic.

"Not mine." Xai answered quietly, not caring about the bag one bit. They lowered the bow, carefully placing the arrow back in it's quiver, no longer as threatened by his presence.
It was clearly still on high alert, however.

"Why are you here?" Their tone was unfriendly and cold, eyeing him with an almost disgusted expression. Not that he should be the one it was disgusted with, as they were dripping blood and strange, green-gray slime that was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore.
Their next question was oddly vague, but it was curious if they weren't the only one who strangely appeared.
"Better yet, how are you here?"

Zayne let out a sigh of relief as Xavier lowered its bow, letting his hands fall to the side.
“What’s your name?” He asked. A hundred questions flooded through his mind.
Who are you? Where are we? How did I get here? But he stopped himself, deciding that as long as Xavier had the long-range weapon-- which he seemed like he would be rather skilled with-- Zayne would let them ask the questions.

"I don't know," Zayne answered truthfully, stretching his hands out to either side of him. "I just. . . woke up here, in one of those caves." He turned, pointing back the way he came. None of it made any sense, no matter how hard he tried to wrap his head around it. Out of all people, why him? Where was everyone else? Where even were they?

His eyes caught on the the bag it carried, a frown pulling at his lips.
"Where did you get that? Uh, if you don't mind me asking." He thought the person said it wasn't theirs, so then how did it get the bag? Did they find it in the caves, or were there more like it?
His head throbbed, the pain threatening to make him vomit. Be it from the residual effects of his last vision, or the never ending question, he wasn't sure.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Adversely unlike the elongated sequence of a human's spastic processing, Sphagnum was already rolling with this sketchy setup.

No idea what this place was.
No idea why it'd been brought here.
No idea who was behind this.

But did Sphagnum care? Not entirely.
In fact, if there was underlying malicious intent here, Sphagnum welcomed it. Society was getting altogether too complacent under their all-encompassing laws. Jumpscares were still effortless, but it'd been a pathetically long while since anyone had attempted active persecution.
It was hard to rain down tumultuous vengeance when no one committed anything decent against you.

Everything necessary to know about this situation would surely be revealed in time. There were no pressing matters on its schedule. In fact, Sphagnum hadn't even left a home behind. The last chosen abode had been decimated by voracious flames a few days prior.

No one ever had the decency to inform Sphagnum that stovetops weren't made for heating one's spray paint cans in an intellectual attempt to get the remnants out.
Well, it'd certainly made for an invigorating experience, even if its antlers had lost the majority of their foliage. Leaves could regrow, but the finest chaos was inimitable.

Particularly intriguing about this whole shebang was the immaculate 1 etched into Sphagnum's right palm. Its skin had never before taken to ink- and every tattooist lucky enough to be in range had been overcompensated to try. And even when Sphagnum sent a layer new layer of moss sprouting over that hand, the mark broke right through.
Some deep magic was at work here.

As for the bag? Sphagnum read the allotted possessions as a gesture somewhere between complimentary and compensation and strung the pack up in its antlers for future reference.

As Sphagnum leisurely made its way through the forest that was far too vivacious to have ever been touched by man, a series of desperate screams erupted to the right.
A child.
It was only a dozen or so lengthened strides before the scene was visible.

The imperiled was indeed a female youth, unprepossessing but armed with a bow, and the entity doing the imperiling a mammoth, two-headed serpent.

Hm. Seemed worth being involved in.

Not for the preservation of the child, of course, but purely to feed off of both parties' delectable disarray.

Without a word, Sphagnum swung down into the gully and rooted down between her and the snake.

Cassie stared at it trying to figure out exactly what it was? Was it human? Well she could answer that question just by looking at it, was it a tree? Well last she had checked trees didn’t run in front of teenagers to save them from snakes. Is it a creature of the forest? Maybe. There was no good answer to that because so far the creatures of this forest had done nothing but try to harm her, this, this one had saved her.

Just moments before the snake could strike Cassie appeared a strange organism with tree-like features right before the snakes very own four eyes. Confused by what this being was, the snake abruptly flung both sets of fangs into the spriggan’s torso in attempts to inject a deadly amount of venom.

She jerked back as the snake attacked it - whatever it was - “ow” she winced as her head slammed into the cliff rock behind her. The snake struck the tree creature and attempted to put venom into it but that didn’t work, right? She glanced at the tree creature anxiously, if that went down the snake would come for her, she wanted to yell out are you okay but she still wasn’t quite sure what it was doing and why it was trying to rescue her.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Just moments before the snake could strike Cassie appeared a strange organism with tree-like features right before the snakes very own four eyes. Confused by what this being was, the snake abruptly flung both sets of fangs into the spriggan’s torso in attempts to inject a deadly amount of venom.

Sphagnum looked down casually at the two heads, as if amused, and remained entirely unaffected by the toxins the snake was obviously trying to inject. Unfortunately for the serpent, it didn't seem to have the sentience to get that living stone wasn't the most ideal candidate for poisoning.
It was tempting to leave the scaly behemoth hanging there, digging uselessly, but if Sphagnum let it keep that up, energy would have to be needlessly expended in regenerating a potentially decimated body back to an acceptably intact state.
With a lazy dexterity, Sphagnum's hands plucked the heads free in turn and settled a grip beneath each jaw, not even yet bothering to exert full strength. Then, at the speed of a snail's gallop, it began to inexorably pull them apart from each other.

Cassie stared at it trying to figure out exactly what it was? Was it human? Well she could answer that question just by looking at it, was it a tree? Well last she had checked trees didn’t run in front of teenagers to save them from snakes. Is it a creature of the forest? Maybe. There was no good answer to that because so far the creatures of this forest had done nothing but try to harm her, this, this one had saved her.


She jerked back as the snake attacked it - whatever it was - “ow” she winced as her head slammed into the cliff rock behind her. The snake struck the tree creature and attempted to put venom into it but that didn’t work, right? She glanced at the tree creature anxiously, if that went down the snake would come for her, she wanted to yell out are you okay but she still wasn’t quite sure what it was doing and why it was trying to rescue her.

Aha, finally, a fresh larynx to emulate.
"You might want to back up," Sphagnum called to Cassie with her exact voice, not breaking the nice death glare it and the snake had going on. "Oh, wait, so sorry, you can't." Was that sarcasm? Probably. She should be able to tell- it was her voice, after all.
"How was it that you managed to attract the attentions of this darling brute?"

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Sphagnum looked down casually at the two heads, as if amused, and remained entirely unaffected by the toxins the snake was obviously trying to inject. Unfortunately for the serpent, it didn't seem to have the sentience to get that living stone wasn't the most ideal candidate for poisoning.
It was tempting to leave the scaly behemoth hanging there, digging uselessly, but if Sphagnum let it keep that up, energy would have to be needlessly expended in regenerating a potentially decimated body back to an acceptably intact state.
With a lazy dexterity, Sphagnum's hands plucked the heads free in turn and settled a grip beneath each jaw, not even yet bothering to exert full strength. Then, at the speed of a snail's gallop, it began to inexorably pull them apart from each other.

Aha, finally, a fresh larynx to emulate.
"You might want to back up," Sphagnum called to Cassie with her exact voice, not breaking the nice death glare it and the snake had going on. "Oh, wait, so sorry, you can't." Was that sarcasm? Probably. She should be able to tell- it was her voice, after all.
"How was it that you managed to attract the attentions of this darling brute?"

Cassie’s jaw dropped before she quickly pulled her shock together, was a tree talking sarcastically to her? Wait no, I thought we already figured this out, it’s a tree creature not a tree. Whoa this had to be one of the most wild days she had ever had. “It-it just followed me” she stammered still shocked, “is that my voice?”