Disposable:Nest

Game: Nest

There is a place where children go to become heroes, only discovered by a desperate few when they need it most. Here, they escape from their normal lives, slay giants, solve riddles, learn magic, and become kings and queens. Children grow up and the fantasies of childhood are forgotten.

But now the realm you once protected is under attack. You must leave behind your life, your family, and your ordinary job to defend your past from something terrible and very, very real.

Characters

• Disposable:Nest/PC/Tyrone
• Disposable:Nest/PC/Spooky
• Disposable:Nest/PC/Quianna
• Disposable:Nest/PC/Billy
• Disposable:Nest/PC/Milo

Session 0 - Chararacter Generation & Arrival

📚🧒🏾 Tyrone: As I climbed up the lattice outside of my bedroom window, I heard a snap as some of the old wood gave way. I caught myself quickly, preventing a fall but the noise was loud. I was sure that Quianna would be coming to the back window any moment now, disappointed to find me clinging to the building instead of up in my room, reading university brochures.

After waiting long enough for a big ball of stinging sweat to plop into my eye, I feel safe from my sister and continue my climb. As I slide into my bedroom, I toss my bag atop the laundry corner and pull a tube out of my pocket. Lathering my arms relieves the itch from poison oak. Being able to recognize the plant only matters if you pay attention instead of worrying about your future as you aimlessly wander in the woods.

"I want to take a year off, before going to college." is what I want to say to my sister. She works so hard to provide for me since our parents died—I just want to make sure that I'm choosing a good direction. I'm uncertain what to do with "the rest of my life". Picking up the cornucopia of brochures, I throw away all the ones from schools that haven't offered me a "free ride" and jam the rest of the pile into my backpack. "I promise to read them tomorrow", I say to no one.

Exhausted, I throw myself down on my bed only to land on hard stone and I cough from the unexpected impact. Blinking the dust out of my eyes, the sun is out—but it was after dark when I got home—and there are other people here, too. I crouch defensively until I realize that everyone else is confused too. The standing Zebra person in the bath robe talks about how we're all his dream and I start to wonder if I hit my head on something in my room and this is a crazy concussion dream. Wait, sleeping through a concussion is bad, isn't it?

I do a fat pull on my vape and blow some sweet cotton as a hand reaches through that cloud and yanks it right out of my hands! "What did I tell you about vaping?" shrills the voice of my sister, whose anger with me seems to have cut through everyone's confusion and all eyes are on us. Before I can respond, shit gets crazy.

👿Mike: Get a job, my Mom said. Get a job? I HAVE a job. I'm working on my treatise, I'm exploring my will-to-power and how I can influence the world by altering my perceptions of it. This is real work! I'm finding the intersection of LaVey and Nietzsche and forging them in with Derrida and the primal chaos which defines the world! Nothing is True and I Permit What I Want!

The barista is giving me that look again. I bought a coffee three hours ago, so I don't see what her problem is.

I've been thinking a lot about the dreams I had as a kid. They were, well, they were SUCH kids stuff. Rocket ships and wrenches and giant engines the size of a house. The real world is more nuanced and more real than that, y'know. I don't know why that's been on my brain so much.

Hours later, the world is on fire. Those dreams are back, and are they in force. But it's so silly! Who can take any of this seriously?