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Post by Rowan@CMC on Aug 22, 2020 20:56:44 GMT -7
unfortunately the clothing i made for this is way too buggy and i feel like i'd rather put this on permanent hiatus! This thread will contain all of Arti's personal log files regarding exploration of the planet "Earth".
Contents Log 1[/s]
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Post by Rowan@CMC on Aug 22, 2020 21:32:36 GMT -7
Log 1 - LandingI have not been known to be faint-hearted, but this unexpected trip from my home world has left me... wildly disoriented. I am @r+I, but you may call me Arti, if you don't have the knack for my language. I come from far away, from a realm of darkness. I was taken from my home without warning, packaged by the Big Ones into a vessel and moved far, far away - or, perhaps, not too far, but it's hard to tell. When you are stressed, time becomes extended... and those minutes or hours were the longest of my life. I'm unleashed, alone, into a small room. They've left me alone. Is this some sort of test of wills? Am I being placed in social isolation? Or are they salvaging me from the vastness of this new world? I spy a vantage point, and jump. There's not a lot placed down for me at the moment.. I spy a water bowl and food bowl (much like the kind from home), a small ball of a fiber substance, and a tall column of soft material. A potted plant, the ledge I find myself upon, and... ...a vast assortment of foreign objects, though I cannot reach them... I feel a bit paralyzed, but at last, I decide to try some of the food.. "food"... placed out for me. It tastes... different, but not poor in quality. It is similar to the food I would eat after I weaned from milk. Perhaps the strangeness can be attributed to the new world I find myself in? I grab the string orb, and bring it to my perch, but it falls uselessly to the floor. So much for entertainment from the safety of my loft. I pace, restless, lay down, stand up, cry out... perhaps the isolation takes its toll on me, because I find myself relieved at the sight of a Big One as it enters the room. It scratches me on the back, and I give it my best glare - though it seems not to mind. I finally succeed at pulling the ball into my respite. The Big One pulls out a fine-toothed object and brushes me with it, and I allow it. Eventually, I grow tired of it, and chase the ball around to get rid of pent up energy. I spend more time getting used to my surroundings before ultimately starting to fall asleep... Goodnight, world...
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