IWUAaDNW: Discovery 1.1

But in truth, I didn’t expect to find anything after my death. I expected... nothing. Just oblivion. A loss of awareness, a painless disappearance as my brain shuts down, and then... nothing.

Turns out I was wrong.

Turns out that, after I died, I woke up to find I was a room and a hallway.

No, that last line wasn't a mistake.

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It was probably only due to all the weird shit I’d experienced that I’d only spent a few minutes freaking out, and most of that was from realizing I was sane again, and that Scion had been defeated, and yet I wasn't anywhere I'd expected to be. It said something about me that waking up as a floating, barely glowing ball of... whatever I was now made of, without limbs, without a face, without eyes and yet capable of seeing, only made it amongst the top weirdest things I’d ever experienced.

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Thoughts rushed through my head, not many of them coherent. Had I somehow woken up as a disembodied soul in my own tomb?!

Somehow, I just knew how to move around. It took me a second to rush through the hallway into the harsh glare of the sun, and I got my first look at the lands outside.

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...wellp, I wasn't going to learn anything down in that hole, so I was better off finding some kind of civilization. I made to go towards the road--

--and found myself ricocheting backward like a bouncy ball hitting a wall. It hurt, even though I didn’t even have a real body.

A bit of experimentation later, I found that I was, in fact, stuck here. There was a small dome about ten yards wide centered around the entrance to my tomb(?) in which I could fly freely, but if I tried to leave it, some kind of force pushed me back into the hole with a flash of pain. Metaphorically wincing, I accepted my fate (for now) and returned downstairs to explore further.

—IWUAaDNW: Discovery 1.1



“Hey!” I called. “Can you help me?”

She didn’t react to my presence, even though I floated right up to her.

Her mouth was open wide under the transparent shawl, and moving like a fish. Finally, she seemed to find her voice.

“Druids be blessed… it’s a dungeon.”

“A what?” I asked. “Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Oh!” She startled. Had she heard me?

She hadn’t.

—IWUAaDNW: Discovery 1.2