It all happened in the empty house on the road. They call it the storage house.
I had always been there, but I had never realized that I … existed. I was an inanimate, like all the others and we sat there day after day after day, simply not existing.
But one day, I suddenly became. I could move, I could see, I could even feel the blood rushing through my veins. I was suddenly aware, but there was still something fake about me. Perhaps it was the plastic clicking across the floor, or the fact that even though I could breath I didn’t have to.
Others began to wake afterwards and we began talking. Some were like me, remembering nothing except the darkness of being an inanimate. Others described large creatures, known as ‘children’ who resembled the pale dolls, that would play with them… Stranger even were the ones who remember having a different life, and describe that their spirit was pulled into this inanimate body.
We have begun exploring our tiny world beyond the closet and are discovering more inanimates that have yet to wake. We are also discovering that the house is a dangerous place with creatures that lurk in the dark and steal us away.
There are so many questions left unanswered, who are we? Where did we come from? Are we all doomed to lurk in this barren house forever, and will we ever find a purpose to this life?
Inanimate is a casual rpg, temporary and permanent characters are available.
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