The Shard of Huech!

[Yosuke-kun]

Ever play a text based adventure game? No? Well here's how they work. Essentially, you're given a scenario. For example, "you are lacked in a room with no doors and no windows, but does have shelves filled with jars that contain a human pancreas". Your job is to then type what you want the character to do. Then it's either myself or one of the mods turns. Say you tell us "slam your head against the wall until you've sustained enough brain damage to mistake the pancreases for scrambled eggs". It then falls to the mod or myself to create that scenario. So it's kind of like roleplaying, except that several different people are controlling the same character. So it's more like Twitch plays Pokemon really. The members are the brain, mods are the body. Anyways, I'll stop twatting about here and get to the scenario.
 

 

 

I used to be one of the most well respected archaeologists in the field. My findings can be seen at museums all around the world. I had cash, women, and all the drug connections a morally lacking person such as myself could ever ask for. But all that changed when I decided to chase the legendary Shard of Huech.

 

For those who don't know, Huech was a mythical Pharaoh in Egypt. Many people claim that he did not exist or that it's just a goofy nickname for another Pharaoh who had a constant case of laryngitis, but I believed in him, and his shard. He ruled over Egypt during it's black age, which for those who might not know is basically after all the slaves left and the Egyptians had to start paying people to do their work. At the time his shard was the most valuable item in the world. Which came as something of a surprise since it was just a really big kidney stone. I guess it had diamonds in it or... something like that. Anyways, when I heard of it I simply knew I was the one to find it. 

 

So I spent every cent of my considerably large fortune trying to find it. I lost everything. My reputation was tarnished, my house was repossessed, my drug dealer wouldn't deal, my girlfriend left me, my wife divorced me, even my booty calls stopped answering their phones. So I was alone and forced into the poorhouse. The Egyptian poorhouse might I add, it's far worse then the American one. I mean it's literally just a falling apart shed that they crammed like 80 people into. So, as I contemplate where I went wrong, decide that it wasn't searching for the Shard of Huech, I morph my way out of the poorhouse and into the streets of Cairo, with nothing but my ironic Indiana Jones Halloween costume that I am currently wearing... in July because I left from a Halloween party last year to find hunt the shard. I can't help but notice this strange feeling called "hope" that I feel as I breath in the dry desert air. Somehow today feels like my lucky day. Somehow I know that today I'm going to find the Shard of Huech.

[Tinkerer]

Look around to get my bearings then head north.