Chatterbox: Inkwell

The Cursed Solo Write

Hiya everyone. I am back with a new passion for writing stuff, and I would like to remind everyone not to eat the cookies or the cake. They are poison. No, really, they are POISON!

You wake up from a coma with no memories, except how to use various tools, weapons, skills, and language. The room is a small concrete cell. And everybody is wearing a suit/dress suitable for a fancy, 1920’s party.

Suddenly, a door opened. Everyone saw a different colour of light, and suddenly, they felt… different. They each had a magical power. Nay, TWO magical powers. What was the light? WHY WERE THEY 1920’S PEOPLE???

They then saw the cookies and cake. One reached forward to eat it, and shriveled into dust as they ate it. So, yeah, poison. But who are these people?

YOU!

The character sheet:

Name

Age

Gender

Appearance

Personality

Weapon of choice

Power #1*

Power #2*

Skills*

Other

Ok, are you ready? This will be awesome. This will be… groovy!

*Make them reasonable powerfull

BEGIN!