Talk:Clay
GM: It had been a long flight. You’re glad to finally reach your destination. A few days ago, you’d received a letter from a nameless director requesting you to make an appearance for audition before him at a studio in New York. He commented how he’d been dreaming to find a part for you to fit ever since he laid eyes on your breakthrough hit. You hop out of the taxi and pay the drive. He looks at you, shaking his head incredulously for the umpteenth time. You took your job seriously, who was he to question your determination? You play the part you’re paid for. You look up at the building on 733 South 11th Avenue in wonder as you walk inside. The greeter at the desk starts as she sees you, taking a second for it to kick in why you’re here. She hides an incriminating grin. “You’ll want the 13th floor. Take that elevator, turn left, then right, go across the walkway. Then turn right again, the pass the next turn while going straight, then turn left. It’ll be…” She starts to say as she gets a glazed look in her eyes, then lets loose with a mighty sneeze. “Sorry. Um… it’ll be the uh.. 2nd door on your right… right?.. Yeah, that’s it. Good luck up there. Don’t get lost!” She says as she turns and walks off without waiting for a response.
A little overwhelmed with the directions, you head up anyways, too proud to ask her to repeat herself. You ride the elevator to the 13th floor, turn left, right, cross the walkway, turn right, pass a turn, turn left and come to the 2nd door on your right. You can hardly believe you remembered the directions. You straighten your costume and set your hand on the hilt of your sword as you prepare to enter the door. You knock lightly at first, but when no one answers, you knock harder. Still no answer. You puff your chest out, grab the doorknob, twist it, and stride boldly over the threshold.
GM: … into white-walled room with a suit of samurai armor kneeling on the floor at the far side. A naked light bulb sheds its illumination on the room. You look around for a moment and decide you’ve obviously walked into the wrong room, so you turn to leave. Only one problem. The door you used to enter is no longer there. Panic wells up inside you and you frantically look around the room, trying to make some sense of it all.
Then you hear the sound of metal clanking against metal and, out of the corner of your eye, you see the suit of armor move. It stands, turns around, and fixes you with an all-too-human glare. All-too-human because he is in fact human. What you’d mistaken for an empty suit of armor was in fact a man wearing armor. In his hands he holds a katana of the darkest night, planted in the ground and samurai armor protects his entire body. He stares at you, saying nothing. You get an eerie feeling inside you.
You put aside your terror of the fact that there is no longer a door to this room and say “Are you here for the audition too?” You’d come here to audition for the part in a samurai movie, and you yourself are dressed the part in full (albeit not fully functional) samurai armor and a katana strapped to your side.
A low rumble emanates from the man, passing for his voice. He’s speaking Japanese. The eerie feeling grows stronger. His eyes burn into you. Suddenly, without provocation, he raises his sword and sets his feet in the ground.
