-You wake up as a sub-human.
[Difficulty: Nightmarish Deity]
-Around you : dust, the stench of suffering.
[Bonus: +99 Resilience]
-Your first thoughts go to that free space on your right. Your single bed is empty. At your age, people wake up next to a woman. Not you. You think about your oneitis.
[Suicidal Thoughts: +10]
-Your second thought shift to your cigarettes:
“How many do I have left? Gotta buy more weed.”
[Coping Addiction: +5]
-That’s when you remember your bank account is nearly empty. All your stocks recently crashed.
[$: +1444]
-You're 26. [Day 9507.]
The clock ticks on. Years of depression have dulled you cognitively. The norwood reaper allmost finished his job allready.
[Intelligence: -5] [Memory: -10] [Madness: +50] [Baldness : all stats -99]
-Each day brings you closer to the one where you'll have to go back to being a slave, working a job that pays precisely one-seventeenth of what a low-end prostitute charges.
[Suicidal Thoughts: +20] [Bitterness : +10]
-You don’t live in a big urban center like everyone your age.
You’re stuck in a dead end semi-urban zone, just old people, thirty-something couples with kids and identical little houses.
You subhuman are unmistakably a dissonant element in the scenery. You have no irl friends, most of your family isn't even living in the same country as you. And you don't know about them anyway.
[Madness: +10]
-While showering, [Cleanliness: +5]
you wonder what you'll do once you're completely broke,
and for the third time today, after just a few minutes of being awake,you think about suicide.
[Suicidal Thoughts: +10]
-You can go smoke a joint.
[Effect: Grants “High” status | Cope effectiveness +100% for 2h]
and pass the time with video games [Cope: +5 → +10 due to “High” status] until the next day [Day 9508],
Or end everything now. [Peace +∞]
[Difficulty: Nightmarish Deity]
-Around you : dust, the stench of suffering.
[Bonus: +99 Resilience]
-Your first thoughts go to that free space on your right. Your single bed is empty. At your age, people wake up next to a woman. Not you. You think about your oneitis.
[Suicidal Thoughts: +10]
-Your second thought shift to your cigarettes:
“How many do I have left? Gotta buy more weed.”
[Coping Addiction: +5]
-That’s when you remember your bank account is nearly empty. All your stocks recently crashed.
[$: +1444]
-You're 26. [Day 9507.]
The clock ticks on. Years of depression have dulled you cognitively. The norwood reaper allmost finished his job allready.
[Intelligence: -5] [Memory: -10] [Madness: +50] [Baldness : all stats -99]
-Each day brings you closer to the one where you'll have to go back to being a slave, working a job that pays precisely one-seventeenth of what a low-end prostitute charges.
[Suicidal Thoughts: +20] [Bitterness : +10]
-You don’t live in a big urban center like everyone your age.
You’re stuck in a dead end semi-urban zone, just old people, thirty-something couples with kids and identical little houses.
You subhuman are unmistakably a dissonant element in the scenery. You have no irl friends, most of your family isn't even living in the same country as you. And you don't know about them anyway.
[Madness: +10]
-While showering, [Cleanliness: +5]
you wonder what you'll do once you're completely broke,
and for the third time today, after just a few minutes of being awake,you think about suicide.
[Suicidal Thoughts: +10]
-You can go smoke a joint.
[Effect: Grants “High” status | Cope effectiveness +100% for 2h]
and pass the time with video games [Cope: +5 → +10 due to “High” status] until the next day [Day 9508],
Or end everything now. [Peace +∞]
