Post by belovedCreator on Apr 16, 2016 22:11:59 GMT
Life on the Troll-inhabited planet of Alternia isn't easy. You might know just how hard it can get, if only you weren't trapped in a cave.
>Welcome to the suggestion-driven adventure of Nestlock. A young troll is sick of their prison-like home deep underground and needs your help to escape and forge a new life. Having never been on the surface or experienced Alternia for yourself, what could possibly be waiting for you out there..?
[Nestlock on Tumblr]
[Nestlock on MS Paint Fan Adventures]
A single bright object glows in the distance.
Pulsing like the living pump biscuit of the entire galaxy,
it is beautiful and surrounded by an air of mystery.
Slowly, ever so slowly, it grows closer.
You can't help but wonder what this majestic object could possibly be.
A wayward meteor carrying the lives of countless microscopic lifeforms, or perhaps rare minerals and ice from an undiscovered planet?
An approaching spacecraft from a distant and exotic land beyond your capability to understand, let alone imagine?
Maybe even a distress signal, the last desperate hope of some poor alien whose life is about to be tragically cut short?
Although each possibility is more interesting and fun to imagine than the last, there is one thing that you know for certain.
You're so damn tired.
Six sweeps. Six agonizingly long sweeps you've lived in these long-abandoned brooding caverns.
If you'd lived ages in the past, never seeing the outside world would be normal for your particular caste. Well, not so much normal as it was FORCED.
>Welcome to the suggestion-driven adventure of Nestlock. A young troll is sick of their prison-like home deep underground and needs your help to escape and forge a new life. Having never been on the surface or experienced Alternia for yourself, what could possibly be waiting for you out there..?
[Nestlock on Tumblr]
[Nestlock on MS Paint Fan Adventures]
A single bright object glows in the distance.
Pulsing like the living pump biscuit of the entire galaxy,
it is beautiful and surrounded by an air of mystery.
Slowly, ever so slowly, it grows closer.
You can't help but wonder what this majestic object could possibly be.
A wayward meteor carrying the lives of countless microscopic lifeforms, or perhaps rare minerals and ice from an undiscovered planet?
An approaching spacecraft from a distant and exotic land beyond your capability to understand, let alone imagine?
Maybe even a distress signal, the last desperate hope of some poor alien whose life is about to be tragically cut short?
Although each possibility is more interesting and fun to imagine than the last, there is one thing that you know for certain.
You're so damn tired.
Six sweeps. Six agonizingly long sweeps you've lived in these long-abandoned brooding caverns.
If you'd lived ages in the past, never seeing the outside world would be normal for your particular caste. Well, not so much normal as it was FORCED.
But to be quite frank, you're SICK of it.
Sick of these damp and drippy walls, sick of the stupid floor and ceiling mineral spikes,
and you're ESPECIALLY sick of your only real experience with the outside world
(and one of your only forms of entertainment)
being the ability to kinda see stars from time to time through these dumb holes using your
trusty DISTANT OBJECT ENHANCEMENT DEVICE.
Sick of these damp and drippy walls, sick of the stupid floor and ceiling mineral spikes,
and you're ESPECIALLY sick of your only real experience with the outside world
(and one of your only forms of entertainment)
being the ability to kinda see stars from time to time through these dumb holes using your
trusty DISTANT OBJECT ENHANCEMENT DEVICE.
Is that what these long things are called? You kinda just made the name up when you first got your touch stumps on it.
Well, you may not know the proper names for a lot of things, but you DO know this.
You need to get out of here.
You quickly pick yourself up out of a rapidly forming puddle,
render yourself in a more symbolic manner, and strap your BELOVED TOOL to your hip where it belongs.
You would CAPTCHALOGUE it, if only you had a SYLLADEX of your very own.
>Assess your situation
Your situation? Gee, where to start?
You've been trapped in this ENDLESS MAZE OF CAVES since grubhood,
you barely have any belongings whatsoever,
you are constantly plagued by WEIRD NIGHTMARES because you have never owned a RECUPERACOON,
you're starving because you haven't found any WALL GRASS or FLESHY CAVE NIBLETS in days,
and to top it all off, your lusus is bound to wake up any minute now!!
Okay, wait, stop. Calm down. Breathe. Internally screaming at nothing isn't going to get you out of this stinkhole any faster.
Got it out of your system? Good.
>Now that you're calm, check your husktop
Your what?
Oh. That thing? What about it is there to check?
Its MAGIC POWER VINE is securely attached to the SUNLIGHT COLLECTOR on the surface,
it appears unharmed and in proper working order,
and it is turned off to ensure that it doesn't make any annoying or startling sounds.
Every time you make the mistake of turning it on, someone... or someTHING... keeps trying to talk to you.
You have hesitantly come to know this thing as... "Friend"... at least, that's what it calls itself. And you.
How are you both possibly named Friend at the same time? It doesn't make sense to you. Then again, neither do most of the things it says.
>Wait, if you've never been to the surface, how is your husktop attached to anything up there?
Hell if you know. It's just always been this way. You found it like this sweeps ago and nothing has come to claim it yet.
So, by the laws of scavenging, it's yours now.
>Turn on husktop, talk to Friend
And why would you do that, exactly..? You keep it off for a reason. You're too hungry and in too bad of a mood to talk to Friend right now.
Besides, you want to get out of here, not find another reason to waste time and stay even longer.
Unless Friend miraculously has a map that shows the way out, you don't see how they could possibly help.
What do you want to do that DOESN'T involve Friend?
Well, you may not know the proper names for a lot of things, but you DO know this.
You need to get out of here.
You quickly pick yourself up out of a rapidly forming puddle,
render yourself in a more symbolic manner, and strap your BELOVED TOOL to your hip where it belongs.
You would CAPTCHALOGUE it, if only you had a SYLLADEX of your very own.
>Assess your situation
Your situation? Gee, where to start?
You've been trapped in this ENDLESS MAZE OF CAVES since grubhood,
you barely have any belongings whatsoever,
you are constantly plagued by WEIRD NIGHTMARES because you have never owned a RECUPERACOON,
you're starving because you haven't found any WALL GRASS or FLESHY CAVE NIBLETS in days,
and to top it all off, your lusus is bound to wake up any minute now!!
Okay, wait, stop. Calm down. Breathe. Internally screaming at nothing isn't going to get you out of this stinkhole any faster.
Got it out of your system? Good.
>Now that you're calm, check your husktop
Your what?
Oh. That thing? What about it is there to check?
Its MAGIC POWER VINE is securely attached to the SUNLIGHT COLLECTOR on the surface,
it appears unharmed and in proper working order,
and it is turned off to ensure that it doesn't make any annoying or startling sounds.
Every time you make the mistake of turning it on, someone... or someTHING... keeps trying to talk to you.
You have hesitantly come to know this thing as... "Friend"... at least, that's what it calls itself. And you.
How are you both possibly named Friend at the same time? It doesn't make sense to you. Then again, neither do most of the things it says.
>Wait, if you've never been to the surface, how is your husktop attached to anything up there?
Hell if you know. It's just always been this way. You found it like this sweeps ago and nothing has come to claim it yet.
So, by the laws of scavenging, it's yours now.
>Turn on husktop, talk to Friend
And why would you do that, exactly..? You keep it off for a reason. You're too hungry and in too bad of a mood to talk to Friend right now.
Besides, you want to get out of here, not find another reason to waste time and stay even longer.
Unless Friend miraculously has a map that shows the way out, you don't see how they could possibly help.
What do you want to do that DOESN'T involve Friend?
