Jack
@eldritchAbsolution
Patience is a virtue.
You who traverse the outer path, have chosen the box latched blue. Inside, you find an ivory colored flute made of bone. It is curved, with a delicate shine, a hollowed rib of undetermined origin. The other boxes fade as if mirage, and beyond the glade appears a game trail laid in fog, beckoning. Do you choose to stay and play the flute, carry it beyond the glade to whatever the future holds, or to leave it behind and move forward alone? Those who chose the deep, you enter the door of oak. Flame and stone beckon you onwards, into a room lit by faerie lights. They float serenely at the fringes of the room, which lay bare save for a single ash-hewn harp, larger than three people together. The grand harp sits pristine in the center, upon a dais of black marble, ringed with the skulls of beast. Do you choose to play the harp, look closer at the shadows beyond the edge of the room, or turn back to the darkness of the room prior, through the door that has stopped singing?
"= it would be no fun to go backwards :). however, i wouldn't say my musical inclinations are anything impressive - but the newfound silence makes me want to know why. =" "= after a long, careful walk around the chamber, a careful glance at everything involved, i shall stand by the harp and pluck at it, though the tune isn't anything useful, nor musical yet. i really do have to use my full reach - it goes far across. my arms are spread. not what i expected. ="
You who chose the bridge on the outdoor path, you pass into a space so silent that you can no longer hear even your own breath. You come across three boxes, solid black but for the color of the latch. The first box has a green latch. The second latch is blue. The third latch is orange. There is still no sound, only the sensation of your heartbeat. Choose. Those in the tunnel choose to go downwards, into the depths, where there is a song that gets louder with every step. You reach the end of the slope, and the song is so loud you can hear nothing else. There are two doors set in the wall beyond that glow dim without color in the darkness.. One door is oak, carved with images of flame and jewel. The other is mahogany, carved with the image of a crying woman. The song can be heard beyond both, but different in tone. Behind mahogany echoes hollow, behind oak echoes deep. Choose.
"= i have to say, it is very loud in here. damn, no more downwards slope. the pressure... okay. =" "= i choose the oak door, for the flames intrigue me more. the audio shift is - curious. i open it and take a trusting step inside :) ="
I'm sure the real reason I can't hear my own breath is because I no longer breathe, but that aside, something calls me to the blue-latched box.
Some of you chose the trapdoor. Some picked the outside. One enterprising soul chose to make their own exit. Those who chose to leave through the path to the outside, you face your greatest physical fear made manifest. You pass through the door but leave wounded and fractured. Your next path splits into three. A lake, a bridge, and a ladder. You can not see further. Those who choose to go through the trapdoor, you pass through inky darkness into a low tunnel. It will continue onwards for what feels like hours, but exit into a deep cavern. You have three paths. A tunnel leading further down. A tunnel leading up. A tunnel that goes forwards. Each a murky black, singing a single tune. You poor third soul. The walls bleed, the air screams. You have chosen to step outside of the mortal coil, your existence becomes stardust and ash.
T)(e tunnel t)(at's SINGING of course!
"= i'm the fourth soul. :). i stay still, because the best result comes to those who wait. ="
You remain stagnant, waiting for a change that will never come. The cabin is not hostile, you are safe but unmoving. There is no future without momentum.
"= ...hm, okay, i will humor you eventually, i choose the trapdoor despite my late arrival and relative advance knowledge - and then my choice is to continue downwards, my pan thinks that to be just right. ="
A thought experiment. Answer if you will. You are in a cabin. There are two paths. One is a doorway to the outdoors, blocked by an obstacle that would cause great physical harm. The second is a trapdoor leading deep into the ground, no visible path beyond. Which path do you choose?
> oh 1 know where th12 12 go1ng, the trapdoor obv1ou2ly <
Well, it's not like I can get any more dead. Outside it is.
T)(e TRAP DOOR! Let's see w)(at t)(e dept)(s of t)(e land dwellers )(ave to offer!
what is the obstacle
Ob2tacl3 of HARM bro it probably aint 2hit and I aint g3tting 2TUCK in a cav3 lik3 2om3 fucking IDIOT2
The obstacle is your greatest physical fear. Something you fear not for the emotional or social impact, but for what damage it can do to your physical form. It will be different per person.
this is a very good qVestion. id probably do well in a hand to hand battle, bVt i think id rather choose the safer of the two. so im going throVgh the trap door.
Some of you are not meant to form words into sentences but do so anyways. It shows very clearly.
It is interesting, seeing such variance in behavior across even the smallest of sample sizes. Tell me, any whom will answer, what drives you to share? What draws your words to this place?
Interesting. How often do your words find their place in meaning?
darlin' There's meanin' behind every word whaT geTs uTTered... now if ThaT meanin' acTually geTs gleaned... ThaT's a whole 'noTher Topic... you can'T open The lobes of some less willful spiriTs... jusT Their skulls...
A valid choice. It would be false to say I am not here for the same.
No, I set my unfiltered thoughts loose into the wild world wide web instead.
This is true. You have solid insights hidden beneath your painted veneer.
I believe that this will be of use after all. There is so much to be learned from observation in a natural habitat.
Hm. The lure of such a website remains to be seen, if what has been observed so far is the only offering to be had. Continued observation may be required, it would be a shame to be met with further disappointment.
get soₒᵒoₒᵒo fuckin disappointed u cannot even IMAGINE it's great
I can see the lack of higher brain function will be a common occurrence here. How predictable.
not to be the fucker thats tryna burst yer bubble but the most use yer gonna get is killin time wwith stupid shit an maybe stalkin people if yer into that
I can't place it, but somet)(ing about your VIB--ES really just feels kind of )(omey. 38)
I would not say that it is not useful in that regard. Interactions here may be of use in sociological studies, I suppose.
i feel like there has to be better wways to study schools of behavvior but i guess any gatherins a vvalid one
An interesting takeaway. Feel free to reach out in the future.