Years into the future.
And far, far away.
On a tiny blue planet.
On a war torn desert country.
A beast and its owner trek across the lonely barren land.
On the hunt for water, and something even more precious, adventure.
At last, after many days of hard travel, you reach an oasis. You move closer to the crystalline waters, hoping it is not a mirage so that you can fill your bottlebeast and live another day to hunt for more water. But it appears the guardian of the oasis wishes for you to sign in before such a valuable resource disappears down your gullet.
But there is a problem. After so many days of toiling travel under the harsh Belli Harena sun with so little water, you had officially run out about two days ago, your brain is addled and to think of something so complicated as your name requires to much energy that should go towards many other important things you have to do. You send a quick prayer to the gods asking them a simple question.
What is your name?