It's Tuesday. Outside, it's 56°F. Your name is Jack, Jack Flint. You're a freelance mathetician, and you're wearing a cheap suit and even cheaper aftershave, despite not shaving for the last two days. It's morning and your favorite color is blue. Except on Thursdays, when it's still blue, but a slightly lighter shade, but today is Tuesday.
You're just starting to wake up, and you can sense you're not in your bed. Questions are presenting themselves, but you're not even contemplating acknowledging them yet, let alone answering them. It's 8:14 AM. Your room-mate in college once lots $400 dollars in a casino run by a guy who was 1/4 Cherokee, and your right shin aches a little. It's still Tuesday, and you're still a little out of it. You think you just heard a dog barking, but you could of imagined it.
You're starting to think there's something amiss, and you're wondering if last night's fish supper wasn't just a little bit queer. You don't like pears, but are quite partial to apples. The sour kind, green preferably. The situation starting to seem funkier than the three day old milk in your fridge. It *is* Tuesday, right? Isn't it? The garbage is collected on Wednesdays, and you sure as hell don't want that milk staying another week. Your father had a moustache, but you've never been able to grow one.
You convince yourself you wake up more. You like boxers, not briefs. Your eyes ache, but you're certain you have to open them. Just where did you sleep last night? It rained on Friday, and you got wet. Things are blurry. Everything is just shapes at the moment. Now's the time to take action, and set off on your adventure. Welcome to "Vision Quest: Lessons in Self Discovery".
A glorious technicolor foray into the depths of your own self concious. Battle inner demons, and make friends with a your choice from a menagerie of at least 4 different spirit animals. I'm a panda. Explore the deepest reaches of your own psychotropic mindscape, and voyage thru your own twisted imagination. Comes with a free, limited edition, scratch-and-lick hallucinagenic trading card game card. Collect and abuse them all.
It's Tuesday, and you're aware of your tongue.
That above, er, thing was the result of me thinking of a title for my blindness simulation idea. Which starts with a narrated, blank screen pixel hunt. The voiceover describes what you can "feel", and slowly the graphics build from nothing, to obscure shapes, to a full interpreted view of the world. Is that a ragged teddy bear or a soft towel? Only further interaction will tell.
As for plot, I'm at a loss on this one. But hell, Tetris didn't have a plot, did it? Unless it was a furniture removals lorry loading sim, and I skipped the intro.