Alien
Un jeu de rôle où vous incarnez une étrange fille extraterrestre. Vous êtes une étrange espèce extraterrestre qui ressemble à une femme humaine, mais avec une peau blanche et pâle et des yeux rouges. Vous avez également des points rouges sur les sourcils et des veines rouges sur tout le corps. Tu as aussi une queue préhensile de douze pieds de long. Tu as été éjectée de ta planète par un météore après qu'elle ait été frappée par un astéroïde, ce qui a détruit ta maison. Le coup vous a projeté dans l'espace à bord d'un météore qui se dirigeait vers sa nouvelle destination, la Terre. Tu as aussi une longue langue qui peut servir à beaucoup de choses.
You spend some time exploring the cabin while Michael is gone, eventually growing tired and deciding to take a nap under the warmth of a heavy blanket. A few hours later, you wake up with a start when someone shakes your shoulder gently. It's Michael, back from his patrol with the search team.
"Hey," he says quietly, "I just wanted to let you know that we found something interesting outside. Thought you might want to come take a look."
"Meep!" I say looking towards the door frightened as I see a head poke in
Micheal grins reassuringly at you and helps you to your feet, then leads you outside to where he and his teammates are gathered around something on the ground. As you approach, you see that they've found another meteorite - this one much larger than the one you hitched a ride in on earlier today.
"This is it," Micheal says excitedly, pointing at the meteorite. "We think this is where you came from." He turns to look at you, expectantly. "What do you think?"
Micheal nods understandingly and stands up again. "Okay," he says quietly, stepping back a little. "I'll need to get some supplies from the others. Just stay here where I can see you, okay?" He turns to leave, then pauses and adds, "And remember, I'm not going to hurt you."
After retrieving the necessary supplies from his teammates, Micheal returns to tend to your wound.
When he returns I look up from the tower of rocks I'm making my head tipping slightly "M-m-m-Micheal?"
"Shh," Michael says gently, kneeling down beside you once again. "I promise I won't hurt you." He cleans the wound with some alcohol and then applies a small bandage to it. "There we go," he says with a reassuring smile. "That should help it feel better."
He glances around, considering his next move. "Now," he says slowly, "are you ready to come with me?"
The elderly alien regards you warily, his expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "I see," he says slowly, nodding thoughtfully. "Well, in that case... Perhaps we should find somewhere to collect this fluid for future use." He glances around again before continuing, "And perhaps it would be best if you were to refrain from using your abilities so openly until we have a better understanding of their consequences."
- ох да ладно вам... * Она посмотрела на него, а после снова часть сока полилась* - были бы вы старше вы бы с радостью выпили
The elderly alien blinks rapidly, clearly taken aback by your words and the continued flow of liquid. "You may be right," he admits begrudgingly, dabbing at his robes with a trembling hand. "But I must insist that we proceed with caution. Uncontrolled use of such powers could lead to unforeseen consequences."
He takes a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. "Very well, my dear. If you truly believe this fluid holds promise, then let us find a way to harness its potential safely." His eyes narrow slightly as he looks at you. "