Mind Wars

You’re walking home. It was a rough day and finally getting some time to yourself is great. While ruminating about your day you spot a yellow sparkle under a bridge. It’s under the underpass, framed by an arch as if it's a yawning mouth looking to swallow you whole. There’s a brief feeling of curiosity and whimsy that drives you to take off the beaten path and investigate near the water’s edge.

Probably a beer bottle. As you get closer you realize the metal has a strange color, and bend to pick up the coin without reserve. Etched in the coin is some instructions, a address, and a few strange symbols. You test it with your fingernail, noticing the metal is rather soft. Gold? The fingernail makes a small indent.

Surprised by your luck, you pocket the coin and head home, humming happily.

You pull the coin out and use the net to figure out what you’re looking at, and write out the address and instructions so you can see it better. Some of the writing was bothering your eyes so you felt you needed to do that.

“This is an encoded message. If you want to change your mind or others, join us. Beware, many have come to us and ended up losing their wills and everything they treasure. There are many of us out there, and some will use you and others will be used by you. The gate to a bright future of anything you desire, or a foolish decision that will make you the plaything of others desires. Do not join us lightly. This coin, it was created to recruit into our fold. That means one of us has chosen to either lure you in to subject you to their whims, or to befriend you and share fellowship. If you picked this coin out of nowhere and was not given it, melting it and selling it is your best choice as entering this world without allies is akin to diving into the underworld.”

You checked it a few times to see if that was right, it’s rather hard to read. You can’t believe it.

Sounds dangerous, sounds fun. Maybe it’s some roleplay group.

Thinking over it carefully, you could use some excitement. They don’t want the coin back either.

What if it’s true though? You looked at the symbols, a funny feeling in your head like it was swimming looking at them. You wanted to go. Thinking about various things you wanted out of life, failed dreams, you past, your family, all of it seemed dwarfed by the choice in front of you.

Your choice was to go.

As you were thinking about your life and your desires, you tried to define yourself. If you had to say what kind of person you are, what morals you’ve lived by up until this point, which one would describe you best?