[ オトコヨ ]

Fri, 09 Jan 2015 23:46:48 GMT

Posted by: kakurenbo

Maybe you followed the voice -- whispers, learn, teach, help -- or maybe you stumbled down a dark path that was lined by bluebells and baby's breath. Perhaps you have no idea why you ended up here, but -- well, here seems to be in dire need of something.

The land is barren. The ground is dry, cracked old red clay. The sky is gray, overcast, the air is dry and warm -- much like standing in front of an oven, or at the edge of the desert at the end of the world. Not that this is the end of the world, of course, nothing so dramatic. (Perhaps, perhaps, the beginning. . .?)

A single bowl sits on the ground, inside it quicksilver dotted with tiny electric blue frogs. There are six frogs, each one humming a different note.

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Thu, 29 Apr 2010 15:17:34 GMT

Posted by: kakurenbo

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((if anyone didn't finish their thread in the first post, just go ahead and enter the maze! we rollin.'))

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Thu, 29 Apr 2010 15:17:19 GMT

Posted by: kakurenbo

[ the gate creaks open, revealing three tunnels!

The first is marked by a small chair -- really only big enough for a child -- white in color.

The second is marked by a pair of gloves hanging from above, they look to be made of a light brown leather.

The third is marked by a tomato plant growing out of the ground near it.

it doesn't matter where you go, but where you end up do you know how to play hide and seek? on the count of ten you should be hidden

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Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:33:43 GMT

Posted by: kakurenbo

[ The last sign, "YO" hangs above the iron gate. There is a clearing in front of the gate and you can rest here, if you like. Or you can talk to your fellow players. But when you're ready to move forward, there is only one direction to go . . . through the gate. ]

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Wed, 21 Apr 2010 02:57:53 GMT

Posted by: kakurenbo

[ The city is usually bright at night. The strings of lights that line each street guide pedestrians and cars alike. But, once a month, like tonight the lights begin to dim. An old man on a bicycle with a radio lashed to the back rides through town.

He stops, in front of you. His teeth look like piano keys, blacks included, and he yells at you over the music: ]

AH! YOU KNOW THE WAY, DON'T YOU?

[ Then he either says: For you, this should be done. Or, perhaps, For this city, this should be done. Or even, for your desire, this should be done. He hands you a mask. ]

FOLLOW THE SIGNS.

[ And then he pedals off. You look down at the mask, and maybe you've heard that rumor -- the game of otokoyo. You must wear a mask to play. You must follow the signs.

You look up and see a flickering neon "O" bolted to the wall above your head.

Why not?, you think. ]

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