1st Story [Action|Video]
What... What is this?
[Wishbone whimpers and spins around frantically, as if that could help him find Oakdale. Eventually figuring out that it isn't working, the little dog sits down to try and think about this rationally.]
Alright Wishbone, you are suddenly in a forest. You remember falling asleep on the deck, but now you are in the forest. [Gasp] I must have been dognapped! I swear those dognappers have become more and more cunning as time goes on.
[It's about then that he notices something.]
Huh, or those wing- AHHHHHH
[Wings? Dogs don't have wings! No one has wings outside of storybooks! He stops running around in circles as a thought hits him. This is a dream! That explains everything. He fell asleep on the deck, and he is now dreaming. This calms him down enough that he finally notices the journal laying close to where he started off.
Heh, dream journal.
Wishbone wanders over to it and delicately flips through it, examining its contents with interest. Now he knows it's a dream! Stuff like this doesn't exist where he lives. He eyes a couple of entries before figuring out how to do one of his own.]
Hello dream people! How are you all doing? Does anyone know what this place is called?
[If this is a dream world after all, so why wouldn't people be able to understand him?]
[Wishbone whimpers and spins around frantically, as if that could help him find Oakdale. Eventually figuring out that it isn't working, the little dog sits down to try and think about this rationally.]
Alright Wishbone, you are suddenly in a forest. You remember falling asleep on the deck, but now you are in the forest. [Gasp] I must have been dognapped! I swear those dognappers have become more and more cunning as time goes on.
[It's about then that he notices something.]
Huh, or those wing- AHHHHHH
[Wings? Dogs don't have wings! No one has wings outside of storybooks! He stops running around in circles as a thought hits him. This is a dream! That explains everything. He fell asleep on the deck, and he is now dreaming. This calms him down enough that he finally notices the journal laying close to where he started off.
Heh, dream journal.
Wishbone wanders over to it and delicately flips through it, examining its contents with interest. Now he knows it's a dream! Stuff like this doesn't exist where he lives. He eyes a couple of entries before figuring out how to do one of his own.]
Hello dream people! How are you all doing? Does anyone know what this place is called?
[If this is a dream world after all, so why wouldn't people be able to understand him?]