The light of the dawning day streamed in through the window of the dorm room of Jon Alabaster, though on this morning as his eyes slowl-hey, wait a second, what are you doing up?<br/><br/>"I got up over an hour ago, I always wake up before sunrise," says the tiny speck on his bed sheet to the narrator.<br/><br/>"Hey, who are you calling tiny speck?" he screams like a little baby, whining for his mommy.<br/><br/>"Alright, you better cut that out, or I'm gonna kick you arse into next week, now get on with the story," he told me, and I wondered where I had been, so I went back up a few lines to find I hadn't advanced very far at all, but them's the breaks. Anyway, the tiny human form on the bed was gazing around at the majestic structures around him, that when he went to bed had been his furniture, with the mesa in the distance being his dresser, though he never used it, even sleeping in that foul smelling(Hey!) er..gray from fitting suit that seemed to have shrunk with him.<br/><br/>"Now I wonder what could have caused this?" he asks himself, revealing his insanity, as if it weren't already obvious from him talking to the voice of the narrator that does not exist. However, upon consideration of the school he goes to he quicky surmises that he lacks the data to form a coherent hypophysis regarding his current stature, and so, as with any other scientist, he goes to gather more, repelling down the side of his bed using his sheet.<br/><br/>Once on the ground our hero, who, seeing as how he's the character of the one who started this RP is probably going to be central to them main plot, made his way over the tiled floor, which unfortunately, with its multi tone gray coloring made everything against it blend in, him even more so than he would have otherwise, towards the door to his room, and hopefully some answers, wondering if anyone else was in this same predicament and if so if they'd know anything about the way of the situation.<br/><br/>(As you can tell not all of this story is going to be serious, the characters can, if you wish, know they're fictional, and that the same time interact with an intermediary, such as the narrator I used, in the above scene, or even directly with you, the player. Have fun with it, but there is a central story arc here, if we ever get to it.)