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Chat it up / Memory Lane (Plz Plz Plz read guys!)
« on: February 17, 2013, 11:46:51 pm »
Ok, I think ive done it this time guys 
I had a good IDEA!
http://memorylane.createaforum.com/index.php
And heres the basis
You have awoken in a room with many other young men and women. Some have woken up before you, and some are still out cold. The ones that are concious are doing one of four things; Crying, asking eachother questions the other has no answer to, desperaitely looking for an exit, or trying to wake the others up. Looking around, you see you are in an empty white room. No furnature, no doors, not even an obvious source of light, though all the emptiness is clear.
After what seem like hours, something happens; the wall on one side forms a doorway touching the joining point of the roof and wall. Off this point, a small flight of stairs decends, not touching the ground, but instead only forming the few stairs needed for onr to make an entrance.
And an entrance was made. A man clad in a dark purple shirt came down enough to be seen from the blinding light emited from the gateway. His shirt had torn up sleves, ending jaggedly at his mid-upper arm, and going down only enough to touch his belly button. His black jeans were torn in a similar mannor, but decended to his ancles. His face was veiled in a mask bearing 2 red lines down it, one as wide as the dark eye hole on its side, the other thick untill it reached the eye, then splitting into two tear-like marks down either side of the eye. The lines went all the way down to a sinister smile at the bottem.
Behind this man, still bathed in light, were several shadows, all seeming to bear a similar mask.
The man in front sat on the bottem most step, looking down at the collection of people, his posture relaxed, as one would be playing a game.
After all had met his gaze, he lifted his hand to his face and moved the mask slightly to the side, revealing a bright red eye and a grin matching his masks.
"Welcome, my dears, to Memory Lane" The man announced.
"Now, I am sure you have many questions, but they will have to wait till later. For now, just know, we are here to help. We are 'Persona', your... I guess we could be called the 'Head Masters' of this 'Institution'." He stoped to have a supressed laugh at the concept before continuing.
"All your questions will be answered as long as you follow us... Now..!" He yelled as he clapped his hands together. As the sound reached your ears, rows doorways similar to the one above opened up along the walls.
"Your rooms are through these doorways, down the halls. Womens dorms are to the left, mens are to the right. You will see the ground before you turn gold in a moment. This will lead you to your room, where you will find your name and other useful things."
And as he said it, before everyones eyes there was a path. Noone could see the same one, as they ran off in different directions.
"Thats right my dears" He said as he stood to go back into the room of light. "Follow the yellow brick road"
I had a good IDEA! http://memorylane.createaforum.com/index.php
And heres the basis
You have awoken in a room with many other young men and women. Some have woken up before you, and some are still out cold. The ones that are concious are doing one of four things; Crying, asking eachother questions the other has no answer to, desperaitely looking for an exit, or trying to wake the others up. Looking around, you see you are in an empty white room. No furnature, no doors, not even an obvious source of light, though all the emptiness is clear.
After what seem like hours, something happens; the wall on one side forms a doorway touching the joining point of the roof and wall. Off this point, a small flight of stairs decends, not touching the ground, but instead only forming the few stairs needed for onr to make an entrance.
And an entrance was made. A man clad in a dark purple shirt came down enough to be seen from the blinding light emited from the gateway. His shirt had torn up sleves, ending jaggedly at his mid-upper arm, and going down only enough to touch his belly button. His black jeans were torn in a similar mannor, but decended to his ancles. His face was veiled in a mask bearing 2 red lines down it, one as wide as the dark eye hole on its side, the other thick untill it reached the eye, then splitting into two tear-like marks down either side of the eye. The lines went all the way down to a sinister smile at the bottem.
Behind this man, still bathed in light, were several shadows, all seeming to bear a similar mask.
The man in front sat on the bottem most step, looking down at the collection of people, his posture relaxed, as one would be playing a game.
After all had met his gaze, he lifted his hand to his face and moved the mask slightly to the side, revealing a bright red eye and a grin matching his masks.
"Welcome, my dears, to Memory Lane" The man announced.
"Now, I am sure you have many questions, but they will have to wait till later. For now, just know, we are here to help. We are 'Persona', your... I guess we could be called the 'Head Masters' of this 'Institution'." He stoped to have a supressed laugh at the concept before continuing.
"All your questions will be answered as long as you follow us... Now..!" He yelled as he clapped his hands together. As the sound reached your ears, rows doorways similar to the one above opened up along the walls.
"Your rooms are through these doorways, down the halls. Womens dorms are to the left, mens are to the right. You will see the ground before you turn gold in a moment. This will lead you to your room, where you will find your name and other useful things."
And as he said it, before everyones eyes there was a path. Noone could see the same one, as they ran off in different directions.
"Thats right my dears" He said as he stood to go back into the room of light. "Follow the yellow brick road"
