Posted Monday, Jun 8th 2015 @ 13:51

This is Edward.
Edward is lost.
Edward is always lost.
No matter what he does,
or how hard he tries,
he never seems to find his way home.
*If pass by x, then generate script/dialogue [as you wander through various odd landscapes and artifacts]*

First drafts of landscapes he passes through

Once...He thought he saw it:
a glimpse of red hair, carrots, and a windmill.

When he got close, however, things were not as they appeared.And this kept happening.Over. And over.
And over again.

Until one day, he saw a strange tree (which looked suspiciously like a cactus) and knew that finally
- FINALLY- he was almost home.

Unfortunately the many years of loneliness and wandering the countryside had left our dear Edward traumatized.
So instead of going the now- for sure- way home:

Edward went into a cave.

Edward liked his cave.
He liked his cave a lot.

He may never leave.

*If artifacts found in cave, then generate speech [about the niceness of the cave as you explore]*
*After x amount of time, then trigger a little girl's voice/script*

"There's a spider by your ear."
He jumped. There was a spider by his ear,
but that was not why he jumped.

Who said that?

A small child and her mess of red hair, peaked out from behind his cave entrance. She smiled oddly and swung a fishing pole around to him. From it, dangled a single carrot. It swung back and forth, like a pendulum, tempting him forward. Edward liked carrots, but how did she know that?

*Carrot swings across screen. If Player tries to get the carrot, then the carrot disappears. Initiate next scene*

The girl giggles and runs away from the cave, using the carrot as her lure. It was hard to follow her. It was like she was barely there. She seemed at times to be only made of lines. In fact, the whole world outside of his cave had transformed into lines.

*Player follows the girl, as he gets closer to her, she dissolves into line work as does the scene*

He followed her all the way to the familiar tree, which he suddenly remembered wasn't a tree at all.

"Oh! Cactus."

There were giggles from behind the cactus. He noticed the red of her hair, still visible in her lines.

"Yes, it's a cactus, bunny boy."

He wondered again how she knew he liked carrots.
Well you might as well ask it, Edward.

"How do you know I like carrots?"

More giggles. Her giggles were absolutely annoying,
in a cute sort of way.

"Silly rabbit, of course you like carrots."

He was at first, angry.
How dare she insult him?
How dare she enter his cave?
And, of all of his grievances, how dare she lure him out with- of all things- a carrot?
He considered shouting angrily at her, but realized she did not know his trials and her eyes and smile seemed warm...and familiar. He stepped forward to approach her again and felt something wet at his feet.

It was a puddle.

For the first moment in this entire sequence, he paused to (literally) reflect.He'd only seen though his own eyes for so long that certain things had gone unnoticed, which tended to happen without friends to keep him on his toes, even when those toes are connected to paws.

He was, in fact, a bunny.

Now Edward was really confused. Is this what happens when you come out of a cave?
And even more confusing for our dear Edward, was how strangely at ease he was with everything. The thick, inky lines seemed less daunting to approach then reality.Their darkness reminded him of the cave and the time before the cave.

Maybe, Edward could finally go home.

So he did, and the girl followed. First, of course, she let him finally have the carrot.They went into town together and everything seemed the same, except for the lack of reality and lines consuming the landscape of course. His school was where he left it. His house was not far after.But where were the people? Where were his friends? His family?

The place was a clean white,
dirtied slightly by the black
inky lines that defined it.

Had the ink swallowed the people he cared about?

Would it consume them as well?

Final copy of landscape/style:
Edward may be lost, but look at his view.