INTRO LOG #1

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INTRO LOG #1

Welcome to Collected’s first Intro Log! The information we’ve provided about the setting is not exhaustive - feel free to interact with the setting as you see fit. Rather than have specific prompts, our event posts throughout the game will generally have information listed out like this and players may come up with their own prompts.

If you have questions about the setting or the intro log, please ask them HERE in the comment thread! And most of all, have fun, shoppers.

PROMPTS

The first thing anyone does is gasp for air.

It’ll feel like the first breath you’ve taken in years. That’s right; before you can even become aware of your surroundings, the most immediate thing they’ll process is that you’re in water. Foul smelling water - like rotten eggs and decay. It’s pitch black, and you’re swimming in it with only your head above the surface. If the smell doesn’t deter you, the longer you stay in will; the water stings to have on your skin, chemical in nature.

So - you need to get out. This water can’t be okay to stay in. Once you’ve gathered enough about your surroundings, you’ll see that you’re inside a mall, of sorts. There’s a large (non-functioning) escalator in front of you that will lead you to the semi-safe havens of the second floor - but be careful, because everyone’s going to be gunning for that only exit.

» Once on the second floor, exploring will lead you to a few notes of interest: Long windows and tall glass doors show the conditions outside. The sky is a burnt orange, and there is a thick sort of fog on the horizon. Nothing for miles in every direction - just an empty parking lot, completely devoid of life or any sign that anyone has come across this place in many years. Even so, you’ll find the windows and doors unlocked, so getting outside is easy… the problem is what’s out there.

A trip outside will make it instantly clear why you see no life outside the mall’s walls: exposure to the radioactive sun outside causes your skin to bubble with welts, and the thick, toxic air of the outside is impossible to inhale without keeling over. It’s blistering hot, too. Even non-organic creatures would melt or be eroded by the sun’s radioactive qualities. One thing is abundantly obvious: you cannot survive outside. Not now, at least. Those who receive a burn or other damage from the conditions outside will discover that strangely enough, upon returning inside the mall, the wound begins to heal up on its own. Slowly, and extremely painfully, but it’s healing. That’s strange…

» Another thing of note is that there’s a food court on the second floor. There, you’ll find a variety of abandoned restaurants that have varying amounts of non-perishables inside - canned vegetables and preserved meats, as well as dusty old jars of sauces and the like. There are a few walk-in freezers with hefty locks on them, but if the locks are broken or picked, there’s actually some frozen rations, as well! Many of them are not labelled, so the dining experience will be pretty hit or miss. None of the stoves or cooking appliances in the food court work anymore, either, so you’ll have to get creative when it comes to cooking up these ingredients. (Or just, you know, eat them cold.)

» Throughout the mall’s bathrooms, water fountains, and gym showers, you’ll find that all the water in the mall is suspiciously clean. Like, way too clean to be normal in a place as run-down and clearly abandoned as this. You’ll find that toilets flush completely fine, and shower water heats up (eventually). Should you be grateful, or concerned?

» There’s an electronics store on the second floor, as well, along with a internet cafe. Should you try to turn on the computers in the internet cafe, you’ll find that it only opens to the same forum page: a site called Mall Watch. It’ll prompt you to make an account and password if you try posting to it. In the electronics store, you’ll also find that any phone you forage for and try to boot up will also only open up to this forum page. Weird!

» If you’re looking for a place to sleep, the department stores of the mall still have a variety of furniture sets collecting a lot of dust. Then again, no one’s around to tell you where to sleep - and maybe you don’t trust all these new faces you arrived with. If you’re okay sleeping on the floor of a random store, more power to you.

» You’ll probably want to do something about your clothes that were stained by the black water on the first floor.. try foraging for some clothes! Looking around, you’ll find that some clothes stores have some stock left over, though everything’s generally a mess in clothing stores - it’ll take you some time to find anything that’ll fit you. Looking around enough on this second floor, you might end up stumbling across some of your own belongings or clothing, or those of your peers.

More than anything, the longer you explore and scavenge the mall, you’ll recognize how eerily silent it is. If not for you and your peers here, this place would be totally desolate. Clearly, there’s no one around for miles, and as far as you can tell, you’ll only be able to survive here for as long as the supplies here last. No one’s coming to save you - no one even knows you’re here. In every sense of the word, you are alone.

For now.



NAVIGATION

Comments

[oraculi]

[He grins, and it's not at Raylan's expense so much as perversely amused by the horror. It's nice to meet someone else fucked up, you know? Also nice to meet someone vaguely close to his own age, frankly.]

Well, shit, Raylan, what the hell'd you do to her in the first place?

[It's the accent, too. It's nearly a 12 accent, he realizes. Other people might just call that an Appalachian accent, but you know, whatever.]

But yeah, sure I have. Just the once, back when I was a kid, but it sticks in the mind. Big arena, bunch of kids . . . it ended bloody. [That's not at all an explanation, and certainly nowhere near as in-depth as Raylan's explanation was. But now he's got this odd little thread, and far be it for him not to chase it.] Where you from?

[ultimatums]

[ He almost laughs at that, but honestly the whole kidney thing still sits on him a little funny. Layla was the first and only woman he ever killed, and realistically he knows it doesn't make a blind bit of difference since she'd wanted him dead, it still feels strange. He grew up being told never to hit a girl because it's ungentlemanly. ]

I just innocently enquired about her black market organ-sellin' racket, [ he mutters, before he's thoroughly distracted by that next thing. Big arena, bunch of kids — it sounds goddamn dystopian, is what it sounds like, and Raylan recoils a little at the idea of it, his nose wrinkling. He's almost glad of the change of topic, especially since this guy's easygoing presence is lulling him a little. Nice to talk to someone who isn't either a kid or just a plain weirdo. ]

Kentucky. [ He sounds like he's not far from it himself, so Raylan tacks on, for the sake of specificity, ] Harlan County. 'Bout a three hour drive south of Lexington. You?

[oraculi]

[It's stupid to be disappointed, but here he is anyway, and it's his own fault.]

Nothing like that. Used to be I was from a place called District 12, but I think we might be renaming it soon.

[Because the government recently got overthrown. He probably should know more about it, but on the other hand, he's content just to raise geese and occasionally mooch off supper from Katniss and Peeta.]

Mostly just grass and coal mines.

[ultimatums]

[ That sounds positively dystopian, and Raylan just stands there quietly for a minute, absorbing it with a softly nonplussed look on his face. It's at this precise moment that he realises he never asked for this guy's name, but a second later he offers up a description, which sounds startlingly familiar, and Raylan forgets how rude he's being. ]

Well, shit, [ Raylan says on a sigh. ] Kentucky's all grass and coal mines too, funnily enough. Hell, I dug coal myself for a little while.