Disclaimer: this is a fairly long read and roleplay idea so if your not in to that feel free to stop here.
The idea is that I wake up in a world seemingly the only one left on earth. Eventually he will find a nice lady friend upon his journey but I’m looking for a fairly long drawn out story and initially he wakes up alone not knowing who he is. DM me if interested.
I awaken in a room about 15’ X 20’. I search my surroundings, raising myself up as I lean back on my arms. I’m in a king sized bars but on the right side, as if someone had slept next to me all night. The other side is slightly messed. As I gather myself and toss off the fluffy grey comforter, I realize I don’t know anything about this place, or myself for that matter. I attempt to stand but this new awareness of my complete lack of context and notion of vulnerability is disorienting and I sit back in the bed. Sitting in only a pair of blue boxers, I gather myself. The room around me is well kept and gives the impression that whoever owns this house is fairly well off. Everything seems relatively new. A print of a woman with long dark brown hair hangs on the wall behind the bed. Her back is slightly turned towards the viewer as if she is walking away with her gaze shifted back at me. A sapphire blue sheet is her only covering, draped over her far shoulder, leaving her near side exposed and revealing a partial nipple, a static strip tease frozen in time. The woman appears to be walking into an opening of sorts. Not really a doorway but more so a portal. It eerily played off the light in the room, I imagine some technical trick used by the artist of which I’m not familiar. My eyes drift back to the woman’s steel blue stair and I shudder and drop my eyes, feeling the choice wasn’t just my own. Looking down at the bed I realize that the bedsheet is the same sapphire blue as the one wrapped around the woman in the painting. I shudder again, “What the fuck is this place?”
The idea is that I wake up in a world seemingly the only one left on earth. Eventually he will find a nice lady friend upon his journey but I’m looking for a fairly long drawn out story and initially he wakes up alone not knowing who he is. DM me if interested.
I awaken in a room about 15’ X 20’. I search my surroundings, raising myself up as I lean back on my arms. I’m in a king sized bars but on the right side, as if someone had slept next to me all night. The other side is slightly messed. As I gather myself and toss off the fluffy grey comforter, I realize I don’t know anything about this place, or myself for that matter. I attempt to stand but this new awareness of my complete lack of context and notion of vulnerability is disorienting and I sit back in the bed. Sitting in only a pair of blue boxers, I gather myself. The room around me is well kept and gives the impression that whoever owns this house is fairly well off. Everything seems relatively new. A print of a woman with long dark brown hair hangs on the wall behind the bed. Her back is slightly turned towards the viewer as if she is walking away with her gaze shifted back at me. A sapphire blue sheet is her only covering, draped over her far shoulder, leaving her near side exposed and revealing a partial nipple, a static strip tease frozen in time. The woman appears to be walking into an opening of sorts. Not really a doorway but more so a portal. It eerily played off the light in the room, I imagine some technical trick used by the artist of which I’m not familiar. My eyes drift back to the woman’s steel blue stair and I shudder and drop my eyes, feeling the choice wasn’t just my own. Looking down at the bed I realize that the bedsheet is the same sapphire blue as the one wrapped around the woman in the painting. I shudder again, “What the fuck is this place?”
