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((Ok, I'll do the bare bones from what I can understand. You obviously know WAY more about this world than I do. But I'll at least try to get him into a surrounding environment. Oh, and NO LOLI CREATURES! I can't emphasize that enough. Seriously creeps me the hell out. Or at least no being raped by them.))
Chapter 1: Grain of Sand
Coughing up salt water from his lungs, he finally regained consciousness. Turning over on his side he continued to breath in deeply, gasping for air that his lungs had so desperately been fighting for. His body was exhausted, tired from being thrown within the waters and his earlier desperate attempts to stay alive and above the waves. The last thing he could remember was himself sinking slowly into the water as it crashed over his body, believing himself to finally end his life in a watery grave. But somehow, this didn't happen.
Finally gasping and growing steady in breath, he looked up to see his surroundings. But there was nothing.. nothing but sand. As far as he could tell, he could be at the other side of the world without knowing it. Looking back as the ocean waters crashed upon the sand, he had to wonder how it could be possible for a desert to be so close to the water. Of course, this was sea water. Fresh water was required for most living creatures, and the only plants he could see under the waves were gross tangles of seaweed.
Slowly stand, he brushes off his wet clothes which were now covered in annoying amounts of grainy earth. His sneakers were wet and full of water and sand, socks bunched up and clingy to his feet. The only thing he had with him that he could at least be thankful for was a water flask strapped to a belt strap on his jeans, ironically. He had always taken it out on his swimming runs in case he got thirsty. Perhaps this would keep him alive just a bit longer. His white t-shirt was slightly ripped at the sleeve of his shirt. Luckily swimming in his jean shorts was something he didn't mind, so he at least had a decent pair of pants when they would dry out.
He would usually whine or make a smart ass comment about such a situation, but the only person here was him and him alone.
"It's like the beach.. without the hot chicks in bikinis." He sighed softly. He could of cared less about there being no woman around, the biggest issue was the fact there was sand in all his clothing, he hated that feeling with a passion. Looking out at the desert, he spots something far off that seems to be a small triangle.
"Somebody is actually camping out here?" He joked to himself softly, trying to keep himself from losing hope. Of course, by the distance he could tell it wouldn't be a tent, but it had to be a building of some sort. But it did remind him of a pitch tent. Slowly gathering his strength and taking a whisk from his flask, he set forth towards the building....
Finally within distance, it became clear that it was a pyramid of some sort. "Either people have strange ideas of houses here or I have the luck to be abandoned in a place that has been abandoned of people. Pyramids are like.. thousands of years old..." It had begun to grow dark and was starting to get rather cold. One thing he did remember about the desert was that in the day it was extremely hot. But at night, it would become the vice verca, deathly cold. Finally approaching the pyramid, it seemed to be a much smaller design than most things he'd read in a history book. Still, it was rather big, but it should suffice to shelter him from the freezing cold of the night. Taking another swig of water, he entered the pyramid....
It was dark, cold. But at least not as cold as outside. Finally in a place he could at least rest, he slumped down in misery. "Why not a fucking jungle? Or something with some damn food! Instead I'm.. in this shithole!" He banged the side of the wall, frustrated with his current condition. At least it was too dark for anybody to actually see him starting to cry. He didn't want this to happen to him, not yet. He hadn't lived long enough...
"All because I just wanted to swim a little bit longer! I should of like made a stupid schedule or something..."All he could do was mutter more, looking about with what little light was around. He's heard that places like this were to bury royalty or something, like some sort of controlling god of a person. King, queen, whatever it was back then. He couldn't help but notice a couple drawings and symbols, one that looked like a dog was particularly interesting. He scanned the drawing, squinting his eyes as he tried to look at it further. No, it wasn't a dog, it was a wolf, standing like a person. He remembered something like this in his history classes, the Egyptian god of death or something. "Thanks for the omen. So now I'm dead, is that what your saying?"He knew he sounded a bit crazy talking to himself, but he would of said the exact same thing in his mind and saying it aloud felt much better. "Well screw you, I'm not going to die in some pyramid wh-" He lost his footing in the dark, reaching his hand up he propped himself up against the wall, his hand pressing against the wolf like symbolic figure. Before he could sigh with relief, the stone the figure was written upon sunk into the wall. "Uh oh.. this can't mean anything go-" Sure enough, the entrance to the pyramid the way he had come in, and they only way out that he knew of, a giant slab of stone slide from up through the sand and sealed him inside, leaving the entire place pitch black dark.
He could just picture himself, a whole black scene with nothing around him. The timing was ironic, like a bad tv show or play. Might as well finish his line.... "I'm going to die... aren't I?"
Chapter 1: Grain of Sand
Coughing up salt water from his lungs, he finally regained consciousness. Turning over on his side he continued to breath in deeply, gasping for air that his lungs had so desperately been fighting for. His body was exhausted, tired from being thrown within the waters and his earlier desperate attempts to stay alive and above the waves. The last thing he could remember was himself sinking slowly into the water as it crashed over his body, believing himself to finally end his life in a watery grave. But somehow, this didn't happen.
Finally gasping and growing steady in breath, he looked up to see his surroundings. But there was nothing.. nothing but sand. As far as he could tell, he could be at the other side of the world without knowing it. Looking back as the ocean waters crashed upon the sand, he had to wonder how it could be possible for a desert to be so close to the water. Of course, this was sea water. Fresh water was required for most living creatures, and the only plants he could see under the waves were gross tangles of seaweed.
Slowly stand, he brushes off his wet clothes which were now covered in annoying amounts of grainy earth. His sneakers were wet and full of water and sand, socks bunched up and clingy to his feet. The only thing he had with him that he could at least be thankful for was a water flask strapped to a belt strap on his jeans, ironically. He had always taken it out on his swimming runs in case he got thirsty. Perhaps this would keep him alive just a bit longer. His white t-shirt was slightly ripped at the sleeve of his shirt. Luckily swimming in his jean shorts was something he didn't mind, so he at least had a decent pair of pants when they would dry out.
He would usually whine or make a smart ass comment about such a situation, but the only person here was him and him alone.
"It's like the beach.. without the hot chicks in bikinis." He sighed softly. He could of cared less about there being no woman around, the biggest issue was the fact there was sand in all his clothing, he hated that feeling with a passion. Looking out at the desert, he spots something far off that seems to be a small triangle.
"Somebody is actually camping out here?" He joked to himself softly, trying to keep himself from losing hope. Of course, by the distance he could tell it wouldn't be a tent, but it had to be a building of some sort. But it did remind him of a pitch tent. Slowly gathering his strength and taking a whisk from his flask, he set forth towards the building....
Finally within distance, it became clear that it was a pyramid of some sort. "Either people have strange ideas of houses here or I have the luck to be abandoned in a place that has been abandoned of people. Pyramids are like.. thousands of years old..." It had begun to grow dark and was starting to get rather cold. One thing he did remember about the desert was that in the day it was extremely hot. But at night, it would become the vice verca, deathly cold. Finally approaching the pyramid, it seemed to be a much smaller design than most things he'd read in a history book. Still, it was rather big, but it should suffice to shelter him from the freezing cold of the night. Taking another swig of water, he entered the pyramid....
It was dark, cold. But at least not as cold as outside. Finally in a place he could at least rest, he slumped down in misery. "Why not a fucking jungle? Or something with some damn food! Instead I'm.. in this shithole!" He banged the side of the wall, frustrated with his current condition. At least it was too dark for anybody to actually see him starting to cry. He didn't want this to happen to him, not yet. He hadn't lived long enough...
"All because I just wanted to swim a little bit longer! I should of like made a stupid schedule or something..."All he could do was mutter more, looking about with what little light was around. He's heard that places like this were to bury royalty or something, like some sort of controlling god of a person. King, queen, whatever it was back then. He couldn't help but notice a couple drawings and symbols, one that looked like a dog was particularly interesting. He scanned the drawing, squinting his eyes as he tried to look at it further. No, it wasn't a dog, it was a wolf, standing like a person. He remembered something like this in his history classes, the Egyptian god of death or something. "Thanks for the omen. So now I'm dead, is that what your saying?"He knew he sounded a bit crazy talking to himself, but he would of said the exact same thing in his mind and saying it aloud felt much better. "Well screw you, I'm not going to die in some pyramid wh-" He lost his footing in the dark, reaching his hand up he propped himself up against the wall, his hand pressing against the wolf like symbolic figure. Before he could sigh with relief, the stone the figure was written upon sunk into the wall. "Uh oh.. this can't mean anything go-" Sure enough, the entrance to the pyramid the way he had come in, and they only way out that he knew of, a giant slab of stone slide from up through the sand and sealed him inside, leaving the entire place pitch black dark.
He could just picture himself, a whole black scene with nothing around him. The timing was ironic, like a bad tv show or play. Might as well finish his line.... "I'm going to die... aren't I?"
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