The Epic Turn Reporting Thread

[Ichabod]

The objective of this thread is to allow our players to make a more creative reporting of what's happening in the game while not cluttering the important information that we need for the discussion.

I don't think we need to follow any guidelines in here. You can log in the game, find something interesting and report it as you please. It's a for fun thread and hopefully it gets everyone's creative minds working.

Without further ado, I'll start with a contribution in the next post.

[Ichabod]

[SIZE="4"]A Wild Sheep Chase, by Haruki Murakami, the scout[/SIZE]

[SIZE="3"]Turn 1 report:[/SIZE]

Original picture from here: http://egon883.deviantart.com/art/A-Wild...r-93319217

What makes a man leave the confort of his house and go on a quest into the unknown? Yeah, I know what you are thinking. The answer to this question seems pretty obvious. No one goes on a quest for the sake of a quest. All that matters is what the man is searching for, right? The thing he finds so important. Wealth, knowledge, spirituality, recognition... These are the things that make us set sail in life, the things that move us. Because in the end, mankind is always pretty similar. We are all looking to shine through the same light.

Well, at least that was what I used to think.

You see, I left the confort of home some time ago. I guess you could say I set sail in my life too, that I went on a quest. That's what everyone in town is probably thinking. They think I'm off to make a name for myself. I can almost hear the old folks saying: "He wants to prove to us that he's a brave man", "Who does he think he is, by venturing into the great darkness like that?", "A real man proves his worth by staying home and taking care of its family, not going away in stupid risky jobs like that!". I can't tell if I heard them saying it in another opportunity, when some other fool went away never to return back. That must be it, because it's like if I could hear them right now, even if I'm far away. Like if they were right next to me.

Whatever it is, all they are saying is wrong...

This is my house. Was, I guess...

I can't really say why I'm going in this journey. It makes no sense for me neither. Truthfully, I don't even know what I'm trying to find. Well, I know what, but I don't know why or what's the purpose behind finding it. And it's not even something that I want for myself. Heck, I never knew what I wanted in life, and I still don't know. So why am I doing this? Why am trying to find it? Shouldn't I just have stayed in my everyday life, minding my everyday business?

What I can tell you with some degree of certainty is how I started this journey, though I can tell you are not going to believe it.

It all started when I was hiking in the hill beside our city. I liked going there ever since I was a kid, or better, I liked going there when I was a kid and I haven't lost the habit of going there, now that I don't really appreciate doing it anymore. So I still go there from time to time. It's like my feet walk up there by their own and I make no intent of trying to stop them.

So I was there, kind of waiting for time to pass until I would allow myself to return home, when some starnge animals started coming out of caves. Those were newly formed caves, which I had never seen before (and I knew that place like if it's map was burned in my brain). I hadn't seen them even when I walked by the place when climbing the hill. It's like they materialized out of nowhere. And from inside these caves I saw some pink, bearded monstrosities coming off. They alternated between walking on 2 and 4 legs and they seemed to be really old. I couldn't tell what the heck they were doing there.

I thought they hadn't noticed my presence and tried to escape. But one of them caught the sight of me. I noticed that his eyes were almost closed, but I could feel he was able to see me. Before I could do anything, he did a big yawn and said:

-You know, my friend, you should...

I can't even remember if I went back home that day. Next thing I realized, I was marching far away of the borders of the city. Into the darkness. Into the unknown. And I didn't feel a thing. I was not afraid, nor did I felt particularly brave. Everything around me was new, but I didn't feel any sort of thrill or joy. I guess it's because I'm still the same.

The only thing that chaned in me is an image in my head. I can't quite tell what it looks like, but I'm perfectly aware of what it is. It's the white pig. I can see him and he can see me. He's staring back at me, whenever I look at him. And whenever that happens, I feel one bit of certainty in my life:

[SIZE="4"]I have to find the white pig![/SIZE]

[Ichabod]

Turn 2 report to come here, most likely tomorrow.

[Brian Shanahan]

Nice report Ichabod. Keep it up and I'll keep reading.