Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20131025210936

 Darwol 

The nearest individual is an Mallard (yes, the Mallards really are anthropomorphic ducks with top hats, they are one of my earliest creations from a while ago, hence the anthrocentric body plan and civilization in general). He is dragging a basket made out of a strange silky webbing, which is full of organic waste, toward the edge of the ledge. You take him by surprise.

"Ah, erm... hello! Do you need something?"

 DreadVolt 

''My apologies for the lack of decisions available at the moment, you don't really have any to make at this stage, and I don't have the time to write everything in one go. Just keep nagging me in case I forget you.''

Then, moving extremely slowly, the Sceen turns. It makes a few bubbling and thumping noises (you can't see what part of its body is making them), then you start hearing speech in your language, though not necessarily coming from the direction of the Sceen.

"Sorry about the wait. I was finishing screening a rather unique sample for signs of social engineering - surprisingly clean, actually - but now it's your turn."

A circular rig in the shape of a thin white doughnut, which previously looked like it was fixed, slides across the ceiling and gradually lowers down just above you. The screen that was previously displaying the complex network of colours turns black and a new network begins to form, strand by strand, again, in various different colours.

"This could take a while, but not as long as the last test - the ghosts are getting used to the process now - you mentioned that you don't know how you got here; then where are you from, exactly?"

 Fishmeal 

You find yourself in a long concrete tunnel that stretches off into the distance. The floor is a metal mesh with wires and machinery beneath it. You seem to have dropped in the middle of a group of four very startled individuals; two Skrax, a Chironian and an Octopod. There is some sort of transport device further down the tunnel; an undecorated frame composed of a flat pad with large wheels.

One of the Skrax make a loud mooing noise, while the Chironian brings out a small cylindrical device, about the size and shape of a pen, and points it at you.