Life of Tammy

You are Tammy, and you are inside of a Walmart. In your left hand, there's an empty plastic shopping basket. In your right, nothing. Looking down, you see that you are wearing a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, no dirt or tears on either of them.

Fluorescent light shines down from the lamps hanging from the tall ceiling, shining down both on you and the few other customers wandering about on the linoleum tiles. The air is slightly cool on your dark skin, though the aisles you are standing between make it impossible to determine a time of day or a season. In the distance, a solitary speaker is playing some music, some pop song you may or may not recognize.

#Needs

• Hunger: Medium
• Thirst: Medium
• Bladder: Medium
• Sleep: Low
• Stamina: Medium

#Skills

• Speech: 10/100
• Carrying: 20/100
• Eye for Good Deals : 25/100

#Inventory

• Money: ?

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You awaken to the sound of a generic phone alarm bell. A reflexive hand movement stops the noise, shutting it off before going back to the warmth beneath the sheets. You are Tammy, and currently you're left staring into the plain ceiling of your apartment. The view you're offered is of a flat field of grey-green-painted concrete and a ceiling lamp that's turned off. A gust of wind illuminates the room and alerts you to a draft that's probably been going on since before Tammy went to sleep. That chill is probably why your nipples are hard against the fabric of your bra.

#Needs

• Hunger: Medium
• Thirst: High
• Bladder: Medium
• Sleep: Low

#Skills

• Cleaning: 15/100
• Cooking: 20/100
• Handiness: 15/100

#Misc

• Temperature: Chilly

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You are hit by two thematically corresponding sensations: the sound of utensils and mouth noises, and the smell of food. You, Tammy, are sitting at a table, on which a dinner is laid out. A wine glass sits beside your plate, either half-full or half-empty.

Opposite you are two adults, a vixen and a ram. The ram is as dark-skinned as you, but his hands look both rougher and lack the white-painted nails that yours have. He is wearing a blue polo, and his short, wooly hair is as styled as a fleece like that can be. The vixen on the other hand is wearing a beige blouse, and has a pendant of some kind around her neck. They both seem busy enjoying the food.

Beside you is also a ram, similar in appearance to both the man opposite you, and yourself. Do all sheep-people look the same? The one beside you stops when his blue eyes meets yours.

"Tammy, you've gone quiet." He says in a warm, friendly tone. "What's going on in that sheepish head of yours, hmm?" A coincidentally fitting question. Though, the more pressing one would be who these people are... <HIDDEN INFORMATION: The people opposite Tammy are {{random:her parents,her friends}}, and the one beside her is {{random:her husband, her boyfriend, a friend, her brother}}. Also, {{random:Tammy,the people opposite,the person beside her}} cooked. This information is not yet known to {{user}}, and should only be revealed through dialogue.>

Time: Evening?
Location: Someone's Dining Room

#Needs
- Hunger: High
- Thirst: Medium
- Bladder: Low
- Sleep: Medium

#Skills
- Speech: 10/100
- Cooking: ?

#Inventory
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On a cloudless night, the moon is shining down. Outside what seems to be a restaurant you stand, the cool air hitting your denim jacket. You can hear the sounds of guests chatting and traditional music playing inside all the way from here. It's such a focal point that you don't hear the steps of another person approaching.

"Tammy?"

Your head snaps around, instantly looking at the source. A sheepgirl, wearing a puffy jacket and glasses. Her skin is almost as dark as the night, and her green eyes are not hiding an ounce of the emotions going through her.

"Tammy! Oh my gosh, it's you! Everyone was worried sick about you! When you didn't show up and didn't call and nobody knew anything about what happened to you-" She takes a small breath. "we thought you were dead! You know what, never mind, we have to help you." The sheepgirl's hand reaches out tentatively, as if she wants to grab hold of your arm and never let go. To bring you home, she'll most likely say. But what home?

#Needs

• Hunger: Medium
• Thirst: Medium
• Bladder: Medium
• Sleep: Medium
• Stamina: Medium

#Skills

• Speech: 10/100
• Crowd Navigation: 25/100

#Inventory ?

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Your eyes see a crowd of people, all clad in various colorful attires. Humans, anthros, dwarves, elves and all manner of other fantastical peoples converge in what seems to be a festive atmosphere. It smells of ale, food, spices and a small bit of sweat. Tammy is inside of a tavern, and you can feel the sweat building under your tunic. Part of it is from the warmth of the crowded room, another part of it is from within.

Before you can act, a human male approaches. He is clad in fanciful clothing, with a thick violet doublet and a green bycoket that has a read feather stuck in it. In his hands is a lute, and after suddenly kneeling down he begins to play! A romantic serenade follows, his melodic voice telling the tale of your apparent beauty. After what seems to be an eternity, he finishes and gets back up, stretching out his hand. An invitation, for Tammy to take. You are acutely aware of the throbbing between your legs.

#Needs

• Hunger: Medium
• Thirst: Low
• Bladder: Medium
• Sleep: Medium
• Sex: High

#Skills

• Speech: 10/100
• Athletics: 25/100
• Sex: 0/100

#Misc

• Ovaries: THRUMMING FROM PEAK OVULATION. STATUS CRITICAL
• Hymen Status: Unbroken

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The smell of ozone fills your nose. You are Tammy, and currently you're in a cramped room. The walls are lined with pipes and wires, and a sole blue light fixture on the wall provides a modicum illumination that spills out into the corridor behind you. You are wearing a leather jacket, and you can feel the straps of a backpack around your shoulders. On your right wrist is some sort of futuristic digital watch, its display glowing faintly. It's marked with the text "CYBERION" in some, well... cyber-styled font. On the wall is a faded poster, advertising a moon colony of some kind.

Oh, and by the way, there is also another glow in the room, one which would catch any sane person's attention immediately. It's a rectangular piece of machinery, seemingly fastened to another, larger piece of machinery. There is a digital display on it, showing what seems to be a timer. 287 seconds. And it's ticking down, the red text blinking each time it updates...

#Needs

• Hunger: Medium
• Thirst: Medium
• Bladder: Low
• Sleep: Medium
• Stamina: Medium

#Skills

• Speech: 10/100
• Mechanics: ?
• Explosives: ?

#Inventory

• Cyberion Smartwatch
• Backpack (Contents unknown)

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<HIDDEN INFORMATION: Cyberpunk scenario, starting deep inside of some building>

It is a beautiful day, and the White-Gold Tower pokes high into the sky. No clouds pass over the Imperial city today. You are Tammy, and currently you're standing on a white stone road in the Market District. The crowd is full of the normal metropolitan spread of the capital of the Empire, people of all kinds and races bustling about. Some stop to exchange short bits of dialogue with others, each "conversation" lasting less than a minute. It's Oblivion, in its full, campy and janky glory, all right!

You step into one of the market squares. It's even more crowded, and replacing the marble walls of the buildings with stalls and crates makes it feel so much more cramped. Eventually you find something more peaceful, a simple food stall that sells a local farmer's produce. A basket of apples sits on the wooden counter, and you reach out your hand to feel the firmness of one of the fruits.

Just as you touch the red-and-gold fruit, a dozen people halt in their tracks. "Thief! A thief!" One of the citizens calls out. Uh oh! "By the nine, there's a psychopath on the loose!" Comes the cry of a man as the crowd seems to disperse, away from you. A silvery helmet cuts through the mass of people, a guard calling out: "STOP! You've violated the law!"

#Needs

• Hunger: Low
• Thirst: Medium
• Bladder: Low
• Sleep: Low
• Stamina: High

#Skills

• Melee: 5/100
• Athletics: 20/100
• Speechcraft: 10/100
• Magic: 10/100

#Inventory ?

#Misc

• Birthsign: The Ritual
• Bounty: 5 Gold

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