Land of Decay and Fragrance...
A house appears in the middle of a vast field of roses. Why roses are growing in a field, you aren't sure, but then a house DID just magically teleport itself into the middle of them, so why are you asking questions? Half the field is a deep crimson red, and the other half is the color of midnight. The soil is of a rich orange-ish hue, with the sky above being a dark, forest green. You aren't sure if it is day or night, as there is no sun or moon to be seen. A pungent aroma permeates the area, an even mixture of both vitality and decay, life and death. Yet despite the unpleasant mix, your stomach doesn't decide to empty its' contents.
The prototyped kernel of Silas Connall splits, one half going towards the sky, the other half departing into the darkest corners of the land.
>Silas: Wake Up
You're already awake, though it certainly feels like you're dreaming. You stand on the alchemiter, the teeball post and ball now missing. As if they'd disappeared or something. At the moment, you're in a bit of shock. Understandable, since your last memory was of a giant meteor about to hit your house and the entire neighborhood. It had felt as if the very earth itself had been under siege by planet fucking Jupiter.
Even now, you have to wonder if you're dead. This world is just... too weird.
>Sprite: Stop that Yammering!
You can't be the wolf/sprite/whatever, but you can be Silas while he is being annoyed by the unintelligible noises. However, two things become obvious; one, the yammering is going to drive you nuts, and two, the sprite has taken on the appearance of the dead wolf. You're glad it hasn't decided to tear out your throat, but it still unnerves you. It seems to like you, since it starts following you everywhere.
If only it would shut up.
>Tier 2 Prototype the Wolfsprite
You had already considered that, but anything in the immediate area seems incredibly stupid to prototype it with. You decide to instead go into your room again and get on your computer...
Aw, fuck. It seems your laptop somehow shut itself off. You try to turn it back on but it is unresponsive. It's plugged in and your room light is on, so it should be receiving power... maybe it... died? Shit. You also notice the Broken Goggles on your desk again, and decide to take them with you this time and Captchalogue them. What good broken goggles will do you, you aren't sure. But then, strange items in video games always seem to come in handy when it comes to all their weird puzzle shit.
Thankfully, your MP3 Tablet still works, but the internet seems to temporarily be down. You suspect that the router downstairs has somehow become disconnected from the main computer. You'll have to investigate that later, once you take a look around the house. You recaptchalogue the Tablet for now.
You have never been so afraid in your entire life. You triple check to be sure you have your Strife Portfolio in order.
Before you have a chance to go anywhere, though, you trip and bump into your dresser, sending your Perry Mason TV Show book flying through the air... and into your sprite. Dammit! That was your favorite book! As the brightness fades, you take your hands off from over your eyes and look... to see nothing. Did you kill the sprite?
It has always been fairly quiet in this house, though now the silence carries with it an eerie feeling that presses in on you at all sides. It is a familiar feeling, one you have only ever known in your dreams. The feeling of doom, of fate, and your inevitable demise. Only this time it is real, as real as the smell that has begun to permeate the house. You wonder what you did to deserve all this. You are also wondering why only your house survived what must be the Apocalypse occurring back on the Earth you knew. And even though your house is now in a different world, you are beginning to feel even more... what's the word? Abodesnared. Yeah, that's it.
"Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon." ~Bella Swan, from the popular book Twilight
Anyway, you decide that it might be best to look around the house. Your server player DID mention imps earlier. You know, when you were busy saving your ass. You didn't really have time to think about the implication of that word.
After a few minutes, you realize there is no one in the house... though there seem to be traces of your father and brother around the living room. It's a mess, and the floor is marred with an orange substance. Upon closer inspection, you realize they are pawprints.
You hope they're alright.
In the corner lies a trashed computer... the family computer, in fact, which is not only connected to the internet, but has a wireless router plugged in so that you can spend time in your room, when you need to. Which, up until to day, was every waking moment you weren't sleeping, eating/drinking, or using the restroom.
>ACCESS THE COMMUNICATIVE PROGRAM ON THE 'FAMILY COMPUTER', BOY.
Weren't you listening? It's trashed, man. I mean, look at it. Pieces of it are everywhere, as if someone - or something - had been thrown into it. However, Silas notices that the modem and wireless router are intact. He captchalogues them on the off chance he gets his laptop working again, or finds some other PC around the house...
>VERY WELL THEN. CONTINUE YOUR INVESTIGATION.
He had every intention of doing so. It's not like he wants to be in this house alone. It was creepy enough when nobody was home when it was still on EARTH. Nevermind a freaky flower planet with a green sky and no visible source of light.