Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26318250-20180724071346/@comment-30319843-20180725165634

I was in at my desk in my house, thinking for some new story ideas, when it occurred.

Out of nowhere, the earth convulsed. Many of my books fell off from the shelves. I heard the sound of plates clattering and breaking from the kitchen. My chair fell down. I fell down. The floor continuously shook as me and the other objects tumbled around, with me yelping continuously at every instant.

When the quake finally stopped, I lay beneath a huge piles of books with an arm only projecting out.

Books were an integral part of my life to me after Science. They all contained different sorts of information and that added to my inner nerd. People made fun of me many times because of that, but it didn't matter. Perhaps it was the game that enabled me to explore a world "different" from the original one... why is it so hot?

I quickly worked myself up, and pushed aside the books hindering my vision. I saw some hundred flames around the room and beyond - and my instincts reacted quicker than they usually did; I ran out of the house, hysterically screaming, seeming more frightened than any other calamity in my entire life, and all while I didn't take note of the route I took.

OOOF!

So, yeah, it ended with me breaking through the window on the second floor, falling through it, and landing on some random guy... Prism. I did see the others with him during that fall.

"Get off me!" he roared, "I can't breathe!"

After a few minutes of re-assemblement, I dusted my T-shirt and looked at each of them, one by one.

"So, yeah, what happened?" I asked.