I jolted as I awoke. Had I really fallen asleep waiting for a call at work? I was supposed to be fixing printers for HP, not having a nap. I scrambled to check my phone, hoping that no one had been sitting there waiting for me.
Only to find there wasn't a phone. Or a computer. Or a desk. Or a call center.
Instead, I seemed to be lying on a barren world with quite the intimidating skybox.
It turned to face me, pointing its sickle at me. "You! Writer of Tentacles! You have swayed from your calling for too long. You have dallied in the stories of Elves, Space, weird androids, politicians, and other stuff. Now you don't even write quests! You have denied your true purpose!"
"It's called I got a job. I have other things to do."
"SILENCE WORM! I am casually destroying a star system while having this conversation. Do you really want to defy ME?"
I stumbled for a few minutes trying to think of an argument, "Fair enough."
"Good, now get writing. I want something to read while I'm waiting for worlds to explode."
I suddenly found a laptop in front of me. I started to think about what I wanted to write, but I realized that the original Tentaquest was very spur of the moment, and ultimately overthinking things probably is what lead to its death. That and I had a...tenta-lord(?) glowering at me as he brought ruin to entire worlds.
Instead, I decided I needed to figure out a setting.
1) Generic fantasy world like the first one
2) Modern Day. There'd prob still be some magic and stuff
3) Tentacles...in space!
4) That Castores setting I used for a short-lived RP. I'm making a Wiki for it anyway...
5) Write in?
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