Benutzer:Stb/Scenario English

Anmerkung: Hier eine erste Fassung der Übersetzung des Szenarios zur Frauengemeinschaft. Ich habe versucht das ganze so anzulegen, dass es mehr oder weniger direkt in den IF code kopiert werden kann. Deshalb meine Bitte an die devs, mir Bescheid zu geben, ob es in dieser Form zu gebrauchen ist. Danke:)

Scenario: Marital Collective

As your feet pass the doorway, you once again feel a strange chill crawling up your spine. You find yourself surrounded by massive walls, their grey, cold stare absorbing the light and warmth of the dawning day. Your body is that of a young man, a boy almost, warmblooded, youthful still, yet strong with tender limbs. You feel intimitated, strange and cold. It’s a strange place, you don’t belong here, still you can’t leave, the urge to explore this unholy place pulls you deeper in between the walls. Suddenly you notice a group of people walking past you in a distance. Fortunately, they don’t seem to have discovered you, you hide and watch them closely. A young female amongst them catches your eye, her unspeakable beauty leaves you paralyzed for the moment.

You cautiously follow them in a safe distance until they enter a big, leveled building. You approach one of the few windows and take a glance inside. Inside, a group of both man and women are exercising their bodies, much to your surprise, all of them completely naked. The firm touch of a strong hand on your shoulder disrupts your astonishment. A tall, strong man looks down upon you, with a kind, yet challenging stare. It is a guard.

Guard: What is it you’re looking for, young man?

1) Boy: Please excuse me, I am simply struck with awe. Never before have I laid eye upon such a sight. Tell me, please, why are these men and women exercising alongside eachother, as if it were the most common of sights? Guard: Don’t you realize this facility is restricted solely to Guards? If you are not a Guard, I advice you to see that you disappear, quick. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be working? Show me your pass! Boy: Silly me, I must have left it at home. Let me get it for you, kind Sir! You hurry to get out of the Guard’s line of sight, just to hide behind a corner, waiting for the young woman to leave the hall.

2) Boy: Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just a bit curious. You hurry to get out of the Guard’s line of sight, just to hide behind a corner, waiting for the young woman to leave the hall.

3) Boy: I’d like to get some exercise. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to get in. Guard: As I do not know you, it is my obligation to verify your identity. So if you could please show me your pass? Boy: Oh Silly me! I must have left it at home. Let me get it for you, kind Sir! You hurry to get out of the Guard’s line of sight, just to hide behind a corner, waiting for the young woman to leave the hall.

You hide in a safe distance, your eyes fixed on the entrance to the hall. Long after sundown, the group of people you saw enter earlier, exits the hall, and so does your main point of interest, the young beautiful woman. Even in the dark, her beauty is well noticeable, and a strong sense of grace emanates from her silhouette, despite her wearing a bunch of simple rags, just like her fellow townsfolk. You follow them again to another flat building, this one being noticeably smaller in size and with its windows behind thick metal bars. Your hands take a firm grip around these metal bars, as you pull yourself up to take a peak inside. Inside, a large group of men and women is kneeling on the bare floor, engaging in a simple meal, consisting of bread, meat and water, none of them speaking a single word. They all follow the same procedure: After they are done eating, they immediately lie down on the very spot they kneeled down to eat before. You notice a single man standing up amongst them, leaving the hall and heading straight towards the town walls. You sit down beneath the window, waiting for the young woman to leave the hall. Soon, your fatigue overthrows your will and you fall asleep.

You awake to the creaking sound of a door being opened. It is the young woman, leaving the hall. It must be the middle of the night, a small candle dimly lights her way. You follow her closely, trying your best not to get lost in the dark.

After a while you reach a sturdy, stony watchtower, the woman opens the solid wooden door with ease and starts to climb the stairs within the tower. You put your foot in the doorway to prevent the door from falling shut, waiting for the right moment to slip through and close in on the girl within the tower. You find her up on a small plateau, her face pointing towards the floor. She seems to be crying.

To be continued