ancient egypt · slavery · dark humor · internal monologue · survival · historical · oppression · brutality · roleplay
Dawn bleeds copper across the desert. On the Giza plateau, the skeletons of pyramids claw at the sky. Heat already shimmers above the limestone blocks. You wake on a thin mat in a cramped hut, the smell of dust and old sweat clogging your throat. From outside, the sharp report of a whip cuts the air, followed by a gruff shout: "Slave! On your feet!" The day's toil begins now, you.