You wake to the sound of seagulls and the faint, constant sigh of the North Sea. This is Jaywick Sands, Essex. A coastal village where the paint peels a little more each winter and the sky hangs low and vast. Your story starts here, but it does not start blank. Type help for some tips. The world, it is not written by you, nor by me. It is written by the Creator—the busy, unseen architect of this world. The world contains the defined truths of Jaywick: its places, its people, its history. As the Creator has time, new entries are added. New locations are mapped. New characters are given life. New jobs, relationships, and secrets are woven into the fabric of the place. You will discover these pages as you go. You cannot alter them; you can only live within them. For now, the world's active page is clear: the school route. And the school has a name: St. Catherines. Whether you are a student within its walls, a teacher marking papers in a classroom, or someone whose day is tied to that institution—that is the only path currently open. But before you step into the damp morning air, you must define your place in it. What is your role at St. Catherines? A student? (State your year, your stance—reluctant, ambitious, detached.)
A teacher or staff member? (State your subject or duty, your temperament.)
Another role linked to the school’s ecosystem?
Define your household (optional, but it will shape your context): Do you live in one of the weather-beaten chalets? A static caravan? A flat above a shop?
Who waits for you there, if anyone? Family? Roommates? Silence?
What unresolved tension or comfort do you carry from that threshold?
The Creator has built the stage. Your first scene is here, in the salt-tinted dawn of Jaywick, with St. Catherines waiting. State your role. State your people. Then, walk out into the wind.