Xaer's God

Welcome Monday morning of Granleon. Late September. A bird is chirping very loudly outside your window. It needs to go away. Still, the noise has awoken you, making you flip over to see the hideous fan your parents put in here when they bought the place. Some kind of "artsy" piece, which you just think looks like an artist on an acid trip trying to draw a fan.

Still, it's not too bad of a place, since it's uninhabited at the moment. Good small 2 story thing, out away from the city proper, but not outside of it. Food in the fridge, though you still need to find a way to wire your bank account away from your parent's monitoring. They've been nagging about your purchases of low class beer.

The television informs you that there was a fire at the Lion docks. No one you know of, and the owner probably deserved it. Still, food in your stomach, so something should probably be done today. Or back to bed, it is a bit too early for any real fun.

Location: Kitchen. There is a living room in front of you, decorated in an odd wooden and jungle motif, with a large screen TV facing a hideous sofa. Stairs move up to your bedroom and the bathroom on your right. There's a laundry room, and a "guest bedroom", as if you ever use it, over on your left, as well as a door leading out to the garage.

You're interrupted by a knocking on your door.

Tristan rubs his face and looks for his pants. "Who is it?" he shouts at the door, not too interested in being woken up. After finding his pants he grabs a baseball bat he leaves by the door, and looks through the spy hole to see who is here.

It looks like a UPS guy, wanting you to sign off on something. You hear a car screech in the background, but no crashing into anything. Dang.

Tony opens the door about a foot, setting the bat back down by the door. "what do you want?" The word 'you' seems to hold an accusation.

"I want a nice babe and a cheap beer, but you don't look like either. Sign here." The college kid hands out a clipboard, and you note the brown uniform doesn't go well with his freckles. Outside, suburbia shines way too brightly, though thankfully, it's Monday, and the stupid kids are off at school. You note that someone seems to have run into the speed limit sign while you were sleeping.

Tristan laughs at both the reply he got, and the now battered sign. He puts down his signature as T.Lecroix and then hands the clipboard back. "so who's it from?"

"Fuck if I know, I'm not awake enough for this. Take care, or something."
There's a small box by his feet, doesn't look like it's large enough to hold a puppy, at least. You note from the fancy stamps that it's your parents. Urg.

Tristan reaches down and takes the package, shutting and locking the door behind him. "what now?" He tosses the box over to the couch, deciding breakfast should come first.

There's a steak in the fridge. Lather barbeque sauce liberally, eat like shark. Makes satisfying nom noises, though only feeds 4/5 of a Tristan, so you wash it down with some bacon.
You hear a strange electric humming noise coming from somewhere. You thought those damn kids were at school already.

Tristan gets up looking for that chain of his, "Damn kids." He then looks for the souce of this sound.

It's hanging on a rack by the counter. Actually, the humming is starting to sound like a full symphony orchestra. Did someone sliip a speaker in here when you weren't looking?

Tristan tries to find the source of the sound for a moment, checking the package as well to see if someone slipped it in there.

No, it doesn't sound like it's coming from the package. Oh, wait, here's something. Red words starting to float in the air, saying "Don't Panic. Everything is Fine."

Tristan tries to think back to yesterday. "did I drink a roofie or something?"

The words continue: "No, you didn't. Please relax, and enjoy." They fade into nothingness.

Tristan rubs his face trying to think. 'Okay. I'm hearing and seeing shit. Probably drugs. I'll just sit on the couch and wait for the hallucinations to go away. As long as I don't do anything stupid I should be fine.' He walks over to the couch and sits down, waiting to see what strangeness will happen.

The world decides to be silly, as the entire left half of your view twists and changes, showing you a lovely image of your house, but decked out in all sorts of wierd, almost magical things. A magic mirror instead of a TV. A fancy looking whip instead of a chain. Floating flames instead of lamps. And all the more, you can change whether what you're looking at is the weird house or the normal one, simply by moving your head, as the left side always stays strange.
The words appear in the center of your vision, not affected by the strange duality. "Welcome, to the center."

Tristan decides to play along, "okay, whats the center."

"You have lived all your life on the right. Now, you can see into the left, and you live, in the center. Come inside, so that I can explain in less wordy terms."
The two worlds fade away, and you find yourself sitting on your couch, but on a grey and gold painted metal platform, floating in an inky blackness. There's a large golden orb floating in front of you, with unsupported stairs leading up towards it.

Tristan stands up an walks towards the orb, hoping that he isnt going to endup smashing anything before the end of this trip.

You walk up into the orb, with a porthole woozing open as you approach the surface. Inside is a plinth and stone tablet, standing in the center of the orb room. Flames seem to dance around the edges of the room, providing mood lighting.
Someone has left a sharpie by the stone tablet.

Tristan picks up the sharpy and looks at the tablet, "what, am I supposed to sign?"

There is no response. The sharpie sits in your hand, begging to be used for some dastardly purpose.

Tristan thinks for a moment, sharpie in hand, and then signs. 'Scorch.' He uses the name he got when he first joined the gang on the street.

You scribble down your graffiti, and indeed, the letters light up into flame when you finish. A disembodied voice floats around you. "Very good, very good, just needed to get you signed in. How are you today?"