It may have been the end of the world. It may have been the end of your life. Or perhaps the universe has finally expanded to the point that its impending doom -The Big Rip- finally happened, and everything has imploded in on itself.
Whichever it was, it doesn’t matter now, because you’ve woken up on a cold, metal table in the middle of a stark, white room. You’re clad only in pants and long-sleeved shirt that match the walls and resemble prison garb.
If prison garb was sewn by nuns who’d taken a vow of silence, that is.
The clothing has your name stitched on to the front breast, and it’s likely the name you were born with. Appearing as if from nowhere, there’s a long hallway branching off the room that narrows until it ends in a steel door marked EXIT, PLEASE.
You don’t remember who you are, where you’re from, how old you are, or what your life might’ve been like before. You may have been an alien from another world, a genius, a mutant, a space pilot, or a prominent figure from the distant past.
You’ve been born anew, and what role you take from here on in is like sculpting clay lying in wait for your hands and mind to shape it.
What will you become once you walk out that door? What fate will your designs mold to lie ahead for yourself?
Please note this is an organic, surreal and absurdist game that changes with the character development of the players. Challenges and narration are minimal.
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License: Community License