A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (20)
#21 of A Stranger in Suburbia
It's time.
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Ask Sam if any amnesiacs have shown up in town.
The fox raises his brows and surveys you. "Not to my knowledge," he says with a shrug. "Why?"
You offer a noncommittal reply, and thank him again for the job.
Go to the Chronicle and ask Quinn about amnesiacs.
"Amnesiacs? Goodness no, but imagine the headlines! You don't happen to be one, do you?" His smile is excessively broad and his eyes almost water with hope. "You have no idea how brilliant that would be! A place like this admired through the eyes of a true stranger. No, no, no need to answer," he waves his hand, "Shouldn't get my hopes up. I'll let your writing answer my question. Now, go out there, write your _self_down in beautiful prose, and put it in my letterbox when you've done so. Now! I'm afraid I've got some errands to run, so let's talk again later! Ta ta."
You are all but shoved out of his office.
Be polite and social.
You decide to be polite and social. You look around the lobby of the Chronicle and see the wolf is still there. You approach the wolf.
"Oh. Hey." His attention is focused on his notebook. You spot a whole lot of writing and a couple of sketches. "What's up? You got Quinn all excited." He gives you a half-smile. "I'm Jake. You?"
Be internally frustrated because you don't know your own name.
It appears names are important if you want to be social. What a surprise.
Name yourself.
Even if just a nickname, it's time to add a moniker to your amnesiac existence. At least you can introduce yourself that way.
_What is your name? _
HOW TO PLAY
Comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown male Corgi-weasel protagonist. I will then advance the story with said suggestions.
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