Door in the Woods (scenario)

> "*Awaken in a town collapsing under the weight of a mysterious threat. Fight. Die. Take hold of the terrible truth."*
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Door in the Woods is the starting scenario. In this scenario, the player tries to survive as long as they can while wandering a town full of various strange and dangerous threats.

Door in the Woods in the first scenario to feature character classes.

## Notes

### Note #1:

> *"I've only just arrived here, and already I can tell that something is wrong. A pallor hangs over everything, yet no one acknowledges it. Like everyone in this damned world, they go about their lives in ignorance. I am the only one left to seek out the truth. I'm forced to pry the intel out of them, fight for what little they offer me, each piece is vital. Animals going mad, dead loved ones, seen out of the corner of your eye, even the cremated. I know that I'm close to what I'm looking for. There has to be a scientific explanation behind these phenomena."*
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### Note #2:

> *"It's gotten too prevalent to ignore, now. 'Zombies' are walking the streets, and the townsfolk have driven themselves into a hysteria. The local authorities are baffled, and no attempts to reach outside help have succeeded. 'Interference', they say. Why do they not try to understand? Ignorance is death. Humanity survived its infancy because it strode boldly into the unknown, a torch in hand. I posit that these 'zombies' are not dead at all. A few photos, cross-referenced with missing person databases, reveals that these people are very much alive, if in some sort of strange daze. Either this is some kind of stunt, or something stranger is at play."*
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### Note #3:

> *"I know that I'm close to what I'm looking for. There has to be a magical force fueling these manifestations. My suspicions have been confirmed. Is it strange to say that I am excited? Nowhere before has the stench of the supernatural been so thick. It is a charge in the air, like static before the storm. My heart is racing. I can barely hold the pen still, and as the ink grows solid beneath it, the air turns fluid around me. This town is doomed. That fact is clear, and I gain nothing from obfuscating it. After all, I am not here to save this place. What could the efforts of one person do? I must focus on my own survival, and take what I've found out into the world. I've discovered some underlying logic to these happenings, as if unknowable currents flow beneath the fabric of reality. They pour from somewhere beyond earth, spreading ripples of impossibility. Yet, these are not simply natural forces. There is intention behind them. Perhaps intelligence. To find the source of the town's horror, I turned my eyes skyward. Every star was in the wrong place. Every star was an eye looking back. Under their gaze, I feel the world begin to unravel in earnest. Tentatively, almost curiously, they have stripped normalcy from this place, and allowed horrors to walk free. Vast metal structures simply appeared, thrusting through buildings and people alike. A ship. Buried beneath the town long ago, now waking up. They creep from below on spindly, six-jointed legs, watching through smoking visors. Now, they take more fundamental things from us. With a flick of multi-jointed wrists, they strip people of cohesion, and watch them collapse into piles of gore. They stamp down gravity, and pull things into the heavens. I don't know what to call them. Aliens? That seems too tame. This is not an invasion. It's a game that children have tired of playing. In boredom, they are disregarding the rules, and throwing the board aside. Their ship rises from the earth, and leaves a gash a mile-wide and fathoms deep. As it flies into the distance, it rains maddening light on the world below. Casual ruin, on all of humankind.*
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### Attempting to assemble further Notes:

> *@: "This doesn't make any sense."*
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