I've recently been introduced to a game called roe blocks, I won't say the name directly, I'm afraid of getting sued or something.
Anyways, it's a pretty fun game, and I've begun playing it on my own time, with its vast selection of everything one c...
The Double R Bar is an odd one, like most others I play. There are secret vaults, and codes and such. But it's also just a bar. Another largely role playing experience, where you get to be the lunatic, hyper religious conspiracy theorist alcoholic step dad! Seriously, when i went back to see the game, before I wrote this, some guy was preaching about how our government has failed us! And how society, is not collapsing, but is no longer beneficial for us. Like, buddy, it's a bar, we're all here to drink to try and forget about what your saying. He was pretty fun to mess with. The occasional furry spweaking wwith wots owf double u's, the occasional lunatic rambling on as previously mentioned. The rare normal sane person.
And the occasional fellow slugcat. I am the rusty brownish one. The other was cosplaying as survivor, so he's white.
I was hesitant to use this story, as understanding the lore of rainworld is an integral part of the story. But perhaps I will simply change the events from their reality counterparts. Whatever, nobody reads this anyways. Unless you do. Howdy. With that out of the way. Let us begin.
DAY SHINING UPON TWO CONFINED MIRRORS An old radio deep underground screams muffled cries of static, the only source of sound in that undisturbed nightmare. Well, now undisturbed. The radio picks up a signal. It is celebrated with great thankfulness, the absence of static a boon to those forced to listen. A gardening channel, hosted by a kind elderly woman. "Hello my dearies, my name is Dahk Leng. Yes, I know. It's an odd one, traditional from where I come from. Today, I will be talking about rats. Yes, rats pose a petty problem for any gardener with a shed, garage, or greenhouse. They'll enter through strange holes you don't know about, or walk in through the front door! Aye, it's no use trying to keep a rat out. They're curious. They'll get in just to see what's in, damned be the risks. And it's hardly ever worth it, not if you listen to my advice. Make your place the trap itself, of course, block up any holes you see, but if they'll get in, make sure they don't get back out alive."
Cruel. Painful. Funny. Correct. "Rats will find a way in", the voice echoing off of walls, "but the hardest part is finding a way out."
"Hello? Is... are... are you also from Rainworld?" The slugcat asked the other one. They were different, in appearances, and in form, Fishrat taking on his original identity to speak with who he considers a familiar face far from home.
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"Why, yes I am! I wasn't expecting to meet another person all the way from Rainworld! I'm glad there's a familiar face." The two creatures talk and gossip, about the history of their home, how they ended up here in the same seedy bar, about how the service was awful and they hadn't even had any drinks yet, and how despite being in a bar, they couldn't say the word "beer". It was a lovely, placid conversation, there was no ill intent in my mention of my love for hunting for secrets. I didn't know what would happen. But I cannot help but blame myself.
"You like hunting for secrets?", I would open Pandoras Box for scraps of hidden knowledge back then, "It's my favorite part of playing games, finding all the hidden things! Speaking of which, did you happen to know about the hidden door below us?" "No, I heard of it, but couldn't find it." I remember the way my face lit up, ears perked, trying to keep my tail from wagging. A Slugcat, A Human... I was always a rat at heart. "Lemme show you then, it's a three digit combination, I was trying to just brute force my way in, chipped a tooth, but some guy taught me the combination. I didn't go in, I wanted to find the code legit rather than just asking for it, but since you also like secrets, what do you say we go down there now?" Although I have no eyes I still weep, the tears, with nowhere to go, drown my heart instead. "Sounds cool, let's check it out."
