So let's say I bring an answer to three questions that were brought up in the last few posts.
1- If there is no eye scooping, what exactly is the mood for this game?
2- What does it look like when the narrator uses only the present tense?
3- Can this guy write sentences more elaborate than "See Dick. See Jane. See Spot Run. Run Spot Run."
and here is a bonus question, because I'm generous like that:
4- Will this game be awesome?
Here is a short answer in ~500 words. Ignore the language errors, this is an uncorrected draft.
Comment, suggest, discuss. You have an opportunity to make this game better BEFORE you buy it!
At first it feels like I’m normally waking up but this dishonest bliss doesn’t last more than a few short seconds. The surroundings are once more all too familiar: the sickly lighting, the overpowering sterile smell and the lack of any ambient sound; I’m in “that” room again.
I’m reminded of my mauled shoulder. What will they do to me this time?
I try to look around but I can’t move. Just like before, I am physically paralyzed. I can still see and hear, so long as I’m content with seeing what’s directly in front of me. Is this predicament of mine an intentional setup or do 'they' still lack the means necessary to keep me effectively sedated? I’m guessing the latter, which implies that until a few moments ago, I was 'sleeping' with my eyes opened and that the drug they used wore out just enough to let my consciousness sneak back in. The whole idea makes my stomach turn. How long will it be before the drug weakens enough to allow me to move my eyes and have a true field of view? Last time I was in here and in such a state, I was only given a minute or two before being drugged again. We’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure.
This time however, I’m not lying on a bed. I’m installed on a more or less vertical surface, a table which is angled at maybe 10 degrees. The drug in my system makes me essentially motionless but I’m not sliding down this table ; I assume that I am tightly bound in place, a functional way to keep a paralyzed person standing upright. But for what purpose?
The sound of a door opening reaches my ears. I can’t turn my head or orient my eyes so I have no idea who it is. I can’t even decide if it’s someone coming in or going out. With my current luck, I expect Dr. Hunt is back to “treat” me. This is all extremely unsettling.What sort of a drug hits hard enough to paralyze even your optic muscles but lets you breathe normally?
The newcomers finally come in sight and I am almost relieved to see that Dr. Hunt is not among them. These two are… nurses I guess. They wear the same kind of greyish scrubs worn by the man who scared Connie out of my room. An unwelcome sight; my mind is quick to remember that this uniform means trouble. So one man and one woman, pushing a sort of wheeled platform on which stands a restraining surface that’s probably the same type as the one I am bound to.
This is as far as my relief goes however. Doctor Hunt may not be part of this ongoing scene, someone else is and I was not expecting to see that person becoming part of my own private hell. This presence sends me into a spiral filled with more questions, deeper doubts and a much darker fear.