You are sitting in the driver's seat of a moving vehicle that still has that "new car smell" trying to think of where you were headed when you realize, for the life you, you cannot remember your name.

You hit the breaks causing the automobile to jolt to a stop that seems to sober you from a dream-like state.  Stupefied, you sit staring out beyond the windshield into the dark, black night. The only thing saving you from being swallowed in the surrounding darkness are the headlights of the vehicle you are driving.

For a few moments, you just sit there in panic trying to think, trying to remember any little thing about yourself as what sounds like thousands of insects around you in the woods chirp and sing loudly. That and the sound of your heart pounding in your chest is so noisy it almost drowns out your thoughts. You feel a tinge of relief as your last name blurs into existence and fumbles out of your mouth.
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Replier 1. Your last name is:________
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You almost can't don't recognize your  own voice, it sounds like it came from a stranger from the opposite gender.
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Replier 2. Your gender is:________
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Somewhere around, you hear a scraping sound and something being crushed like dry bone...
You look down and realize that you are standing on the cracked skull of a carcass of some reptile. What ever it was, it had fangs the length of your middle fingers and hard scales along its back and lengthy tail the size of nickels. The scraping sound you heard turns out to be some kind of weathered, rusted brown and spiked chain your shoe had brushed against that is around the dead creature's neck. You swallow hard, your panic rising and your body wanting to frantically run away in every direction.
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Replier 3. What do you do?
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This a story game that I am going to try where the first, second, and third person to reply get to fill in the blanks and add to the story. Where the story goes is up to you.

Your last name is "Walker". That much you know for a fact. 

Female. At least that much of your identity is apparent to you. Biology class has served it's purpise.

(A third person hasn't replied, so one of you guys please do. Thank you for participating.)

Try to become further aware of your surroundings.
Is there anything in the woods around the car?
Is it safe to drive?

(I just realized that I had deleted a whole section of the story on the first post by accident while typing. The part where you step out the car and look around. Sorry.)

The smell finally hits you like a bag of garbage filled with raw kitchen scraps that has been left out in the sun for a couple of days to rot rancid. Trying to remain composed, you pinch your nose, ease your footwear from the dead creature's remains, and back away slowly towards the vehicle you were driving. You let out a heavy sigh letting your back lean against the warmth of it and stare a few more moments trying to figure out what that thing  lying on the road is. A gator maybe? No, the neck and legs are much too long. Maybe a...

When you give up on guessing, you decide that you should become more aware of your surroundings.

Squinting and straining your eyes, you attempt to investigate around in the night, but cannot make out much of anything further than a few yards from the headlights. Not having much success checking out the area, you figure you should try looking at the machine you have been driving and see if it will safely carry you further. Still, much won't be visible in this darkness... If only you had a flashlight.

For a few moments you think and realize that since you are a girl, you should have a ridiculously large and fancy purse filled with a bunch of useful things and there might be a one in it. You turn to face the automobile and notice for the first time what you were driving.
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Replier 1.You drive a _________
Replier 2. What's in the purse? (besides a flashlight)
Replier 3. Do you carry a flashlight?


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A... High class Bugatti Veyron.
Wow. You are either daughter to a rich man and a spoiled brat, or you worked hard to get where you are!

In your purse is: a spool of thread, an unopened letter, an unsharpened pencil, some makeup accessories, $300 cash, no ID or wallet, paperclips, a roll of duck tape, and a diary.

Hm. No flashlight in your purse, but then again, that would  be kind of heavy to lug around all the time. Maybe there's one in the glove compartment; that seems like a good place to keep one for emergencies, right? You were right; there's a bright yellow flashlight just sitting there, like it was waiting on you to find it.

Excited that something finally seems to make sense and that you have actually found something useful, you grab the flashlight, which feels a bit heavy in your small hands. You think there must be size D batteries in it. Unfortunately for you, they seem to be dead. You flick the black plastic switch back and forth several times, but it does not turn on. You set down the flashlight on the dashboard of your fancy car and check the glove compartment for batteries, but all that is  left in there is a bunch of faded out purchase receipts.

"Maybe the batteries were inserted the wrong way," your voice hisses from your dry lips. Grabbing the flashlight again, you screw the head off, which takes a bit of effort and causes your wrist to cramp. You smell a hint of hot rubber as you finally manage to get it off. What's inside baffles you and you pour them out on the driver's seat: three shiny and glowing orbs that look like large marbles with glowing liquid inside. Each of them seems to carry their own aura; the bright white one carries an air of peace, purity, and honor; focusing on the moon-like silver sphere makes you feel indifferent, empty,  and pleasantly numb; the charred-black orb draws you in with sensations of blissful insanity, blood thirst, and a promise to taste forbidden fruit. You feel the urge to touch one of them, but can decide which.
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Do you grab the white, grey, or black orb?
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For this one, the answer will be decided by the choice that gets the most posts (one post per person). Which  ever is most chosen after 24 hours will be the one our character picks up. If there is a tie after the time period, which ever answer is posted next will win. After the 24 hours, you may post an answer a second time to break the tie.

The white orb.

In these forboding curcumstances you cannot afford to allow yourself to succumb to numbness, no matter how tempting. And to give in to the dark force that beckons from the black orb would be to give in to the darkness and the very terror that is nagging at your being.

You may not know yourself anymore, but neither giving up nor caving in feel like a very you thing to do.


(I hope posting in story form is acceptable in this vote)

The black orb.
You seem pulled toward the black orb.
It glistens and takes in all of the light, yet gives off none.
Jealousy begs you to take it, to succumb to your primal desires.
Isn't it good to be bad?
(GUYS PICK THE BLACK ORB! WARP OUR CHARACTER >) 

(Come on guys, we need one more vote!)