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This is a problem. This has gone too far.
I don’t know what to do. Is there even anything I can do? Have I lost control?
Is there truly no recourse?

Maybe there is.
Maybe I can get help. I can send someone.
But they’ll have to be…
a lot different from the others.




There’s no way this is going to work, is there?



  • Our story starts with a trope that's tried and true. Conveniently, this trope can also be put to good use when the author is either too lazy to come up with something, or when those pesky backstory details might have to change at any moment.

    In this case, a bit of both. Either way, a touch of amnesia is better for everyone!

    Our protagonist awakens by the brush of a somewhat cold breeze on an otherwise temperate day, opening their eyes to the bright blue skies above. Grass pricks at their back as they lay against cool soil, just barely figuring out which way is up. Bright green leaves from above sway shade across their vision on occasion. The air is humid - the scent and chill of the wind that awakened them both foretell of a storm on its way.

    They have no injuries, no headaches, nor discomfort, but some odd reason, they don’t get up just yet. Instead, they remember something. Something important that's on the tip of their tongue. What do they remember? The fact that they remember nothing at all.

    No names. No dates. No locations. For a few minutes, they simply lie still, wracking their brain helplessly.

    What should they do?/What is their name?
    (Please read the OOC thread first! Then pick a name and action for this round!)
    (Our previous name was Sue Donim, if you would like to retain that.)

    Mechking Mechking
    Horus733 Horus733
    Garrett.Hawke Garrett.Hawke
    Voider Voider
    -Random_Person- -Random_Person-
    ​
 
They remember what they are and they remember they are distinctly different from Sue Donim

And they remember that their first name is John
 
A name, a name... surely they had one. Was it... Johan Doe, perhaps?

Yet as they lay there, pondering over their name and their existence in the universe, they recall one with a start... no, not just any name, but a codename: Secret Agent "Mr. Random".
 
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They know it... it's so close... they should know it, yet it can't remember it... they then sit up, looking around. The grass, the trees, the sky... it then comes to them.
They... are  Steve.
 
As they watch the swaying leaves of what is probably an oak tree, a lot of words go through their mind, although most of them don't make any sense.

There is a name though, one that might be theirs.
Was it Dave?
Dave Johnson?
 

  • Horus733 rolled a 2!
    (A lot of words go through his mind, although most of them don’t make any sense.)

    Sitting, staring into the sky, the first thing they attempt to tackle is his own mind. There are certain questions that one would think would be shooting through his head right now, such as perhaps “where am I?” “How did I get here?” “Who am I?” Or even ”why am I?”

    But uhhh… nope.

    Empty.

    No questions.

    No voice.

    No worries.

    For one moment, everything just seems to make perfect sense. They are simply existing.

    Man, that’s a nice breeze.

    But then…
    Mechking rolled a 5!
    (He remembers what he is, and that he is not Sue Donim.)

    The silence of his own mind seems to make the next realization all the more loud. It strikes him as a bolt of lightning would, clear as day. They know what they are! They’ve always known what they are! They are…!

    A HUMAN MAN!!

    They stare up into the sky with a wide grin at this realization. Wow. Thoughts actually feel pretty good, sometimes. A human man. For some reason, some part of him expected to be a woman. A woman named Sue, with… broken glasses? He wonders what that’s all about for a few seconds before casting it from his mind.

    Voider rolled a 5!
    (His name is Johan Doe, codename: Mr. Random.)

    The instant they do, though, another thought comes screaming in. No, a memory. This one is big. Very big. An actual name.

    The name is Doe. Johan Doe.

    For some reason the name slides into his mind in a slick voice, along with a craving for a particular kind of pedantically-made cocktail, but regardless, it comes swiftly with another realization. That realization? A second name. Of course, he knew himself as Johan, but that was not what most knew him as. His alias, adorned like a masterful mask over his true identity, was known widely across the land. He was a myth - nay, a legend. Secret Agent “Mr. Random”. The wildcard.

    For the life of him, he can’t recall exactly what he used to do, but he knew it was secret, and that he was an agent.

    -Random_Person- rolled a 6!
    (He sits upright and looks around.)

    Johan sits up eagerly at this realization, mind abuzz with all the things that lead him here, like… uhhh…

    Okay, so his mind is still fairly empty. But! Due to his keen powers of deduction, he manages to work one thing out. He is… in a forest.

    Well, more than that. For one, he notices again the chill of the breeze telling of a storm on its way. Then he notices the big, gray, towering clouds also telling of a storm on its way. He estimates perhaps half an hour before it hits, the damp feel in the air foreboding.

    Otherwise, he hears the babbling of a river nearby, but also notices the birds and squirrels in the trees surrounding him. For a second he isn't completely sure why they stand out to him, but he soon realizes that none of them are particularly moving. No wings flit, no teeth chatter, no bickering happens between the two.

    They all just… stare.

    Menacingly.

    Garrett.Hawke rolled a 6!
    (He faceplants.)

    Well, no matter. Johan decides that he’s sat around long enough and plants his feet against the ground. Excited to see what the world has in store for Agent Random, he springs upright, placing his hands on his hips what can only be described as a heroic power-pose.

    Huh, wow. He never noticed this before, but the forest he’s in is pretty spinny. And - oh my - is that the sun setting? He can see the stars! The corners of his vision fade away and he looks rather confused at the white sparks flying across his sight.

    WHAM!

    Face-first, he lands. Into the dirt. With a mouthful to boot. Prying his face up from the grass a few long seconds later, he finds his nose dripping with blood.

    Suppose it isn’t the best idea to whip upright after being unconscious for an amount of time.

    Ow. What now?
    Mechking Mechking
    Horus733 Horus733
    Garrett.Hawke Garrett.Hawke
    Voider Voider
    -Random_Person- -Random_Person-
    ​
 
With a bleeding nose, Johan wasn't having the greatest of times. The fact that the local fauna was staring, menacingly, was also very unhelpful.

Who were these animals to judge him like this!?

Deciding to put them in their place like a true man, Johan "Mr. Random" stood tall and proud, puffed out his chest, furiously thumped it with his fists, and in a rage of dominance bellowed out-

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"​

 
Johan groans at the nose bleed, he looks around, noticing the animals surrounding him, he decided to try to catch one to eat it (raw?).
 
Not again... A bloody nose, a feeling he is quite familiar with. Luckily, he found a spare nose to replace his broken one! He took his nose off, replacing it with the spare. Ah... much better.
 
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After all  that, Johan was feeling thirsty.
He decided to walk to the river he could hear, careful not to fall  again, to take a drink straight from the source and wash the blood off his face.

Afterwards he noticed something below the surface of the water and tried to grab it.
 
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Johan decided that knowing what and where he is is good and all but he still needed more information. Such as seeing his condition, what he is wearing, and if he had anything useful with him.
 

  • -Random_Person- rolled a 5!
    (Johan replaces his broken nose.)

    Coming to his knees with an uncomfortable groan, Johan holds onto his nose in some attempt to prevent the blood from trickling down onto his probably-fantastic secret agent clothes. While feeling around the base of his nose though, he notices it feels so oddly cold. And is that a seam?!

    Slightly alarmed, but highly curious, Johan traces his finger around the seam and then, for some reason heaven only knows, decides to give his nose a good, intentional tug.

    Pop!

    It comes right off in his hand, the pain cutting out immediately. This reveals a tangle of circuits and lights crisscrossing over each other on the interior of the nose in his hand, as well as clear veins pumping blood that have been engineered to detach magnetically upon a mere intentional tug. A marvel to behold.

    … Huh. Anyways.

    Johan knows what to do intuitively, reaching into a pocket and drawing out a spare nose, this one free of any sort of dumb blood or pain. He brings it up to his face and suddenly, with a magnetic click, it sucks itself into place.

    Fantastic. The fresh scent of the forest floods his nostrils once more.

    Mechking rolled a 2!
    (Johan observes his condition, clothes, and items)

    It occurs to Johan, somewhere in the back of his mind, that what just happened is kind of strange, is it not? A secret agent with a glowing, detachable, and mechanical nose? One could only wonder about what other secrets he holds.

    But Johan is not that one. Why would he be? He knows he is Secret Agent Mr. Random, he knows he had a broken nose and just fixed it up - very efficiently, too! He has every faith that his clothes are awesome secret agent clothes, in fact he has so much faith that he scoffs at the mere idea of even gracing himself with a momentary glance downwards.

    Johan Doe needs no such information. A master of improvisation.

    Garrett.Hawke rolled a 5!
    (Johan captures and bites into the wildlife.)

    The one thing he can’t stand, however, is those staring animals. So impeding. So… judgmental. The very sight of them disgusts him. It’s only moments later that he realizes that the feeling settling into his stomach isn’t disgust, but a deep and scraping hunger.

    And, well. Johan Doe isn’t about to go rooting about for vegetables in the middle of the forest. What if they upset his stomach even more?

    He leaps to his feet all of a sudden and scrabbles up a nearby tree with shocking agility, considering how well his previous attempt to stand just went. Shockingly, this doesn’t appear to affect the wildlife, as they only continue to sit and stare at him.

    When he reaches out to one of the branches, the finch sitting on it only takes one hop away, putting itself just barely out of reach. Johan’s legs wrapped around the trunk, he struggles to inch up a little further and reaches again, only for the finch to hop again. Frustration only growing, he suddenly takes a reaching leap from the trunk and lands (albeit a little roughly) onto the ground… but with the tiny bird grappled into his fist successfully.

    With little care, he shoves the entire bird into his mouth, and… Well. Crunch.

    Voider rolled a 5!
    (Johan thumps his chest and roars.)

    The bird being disturbingly easy to chew and swallow down, bones included, Johan finally stands again with a furious gleam to his eye and a feather dangling from his lip. His hands curl into fists, and with a scream of rage unmatched, he beats those fists against his chest, primal and raw.

    This finally sends all of the wildlife scurrying and flapping away, as if they’ve all just been awoken at the same time. Johan delights in their cowering towards his fearsome display. I mean, not much can beat the intimidation of eating a live bird whole and then roaring like a deranged ape, face still smeared with your own blood.

    It is a great satisfaction that flows through his veins. And a tiny bit of queasiness.

    Horus733 rolled a 6!
    (Johan walks to the river and takes a drink.)

    Ah! Well. Now that that’s handled, Johan decides to lay down his fists, pluck the feather from his lip, and amble down towards the sound of flowing water. The river lays downhill, and with no real rush, he easily navigates quite a few sharp-looking rocks at the riverbed. Perched on a slightly safer and rounder stone than the rest, he plunges his hands into the water and cups it to his face, sipping it down before washing away the blood with the remainder.

    He finds the water itself oddly warm, pleasant, and even a little sweet? Like it’s straight out of heaven, itself. It even glistens more vibrantly than one would imagine, with a slight teal tinge and an effortlessly clear base. It has a soft caress against his skin.

    It’s undoubtedly odd, but it makes him feel safe. Well, as safe as one can be while surrounded by jagged, uncompromising rocks.

    Well, that was adventurous. Now what?
    Mechking Mechking
    Horus733 Horus733
    Garrett.Hawke Garrett.Hawke
    Voider Voider
    -Random_Person- -Random_Person-
    ​
 
Emotionally satisfied and temporarily satiated, Johan feels like travelling along this beautiful river. It is the only thing that showed him kindness so far.

Well, along isn't really the right word. Johan wants to travel on the river.
And for a perfectly reasonable Agent the obvious choice of vehicle is a river creature. Or perhaps several.
 
Johan decides to make the sound of a animal to try to intimidate the trees.

(The roll is what noise he makes or something)
 
Since Johan plans on improvising a lot of his actions in the future, he will need some materials for that. So he checks the river and its surroundings for anything useful to take with him
 
After venting his anger, and having a long, nice drink of water, Johan came to a sudden, horrifying realization. He forgot something very important.

Grabbing the phone from his secret pocket, he dialed in a familiar number. Ring, ring. "Hello, grandma! Sorry for not calling you sooner, but I'm probably going be gone for a long while. Can't say why; classified info, I'm sure you understand. Hope you're doing well! Love you." Click

After all, no secret agent worth their salt leaves their grandparents worried.
 
Suddenly, Johan felt something in his shoe, ugh! Annoying! He took it off and checked it out... oh no! It was a human corpse! It's always annoying when that happens! He pulled it out, and apologized for the inconvenience.
 
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