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You inspect the outside, but there's nothing unusual. It’s just concrete, no windows, or other doors at all.
You make your way back to the front of the building and the door is gone! You could've sworn it was right there! You search and search, but to no avail. It’s just solid concrete now. You're search more, but you see some wolves up on a nearby hill that look very dangerous, so you decide to leave and come back tomorrow.
When you come back, the entire building is gone! There's no trace of it. You can't figure it out! This WAS the right location. This is very strange. Maybe you made a mistake and need to travel further up the road.
> You give up and go back home again
You give up that easily? Well it’s your choice I suppose and not too surprising considering you’ve spent most of your life in your Mom’s basement.
You go back home and go back to your safe little world that doesn't require any exploration at all.
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You get an offer for $15,000 dollars! You take it! Man, what a sucker! You don’t feel like wrapping up the bones and shipping them so you tell the guy to pick them up at your house. He said he’ll come by with a briefcase of money.
Soon you get a knock on the door. You answer it and a strange looking scientist type appears before you.
"Hello, I'm here for my Elephant Man bones." he says
ELEPHANT MAN? No wonder they sold for so much! This dickhead thought he was buying the remains of a medical curiosity, not that of an actual elephant!
“Hey I think there’s been a mistake. It’s just a regular elephant buddy. Still, should be good for something in the science field right?”
“What?! This is false advertising! I demand my Elephant Man bones!”
The scientist is very angry, but he doesn't seem to realize that mistake has been made. He thinks that you're holding out on him and trying to renig on the deal. You tell him that the deal’s off and he can keep his money if he’s so unhappy, but he won't hear any of it, he's demanding that you give him his Elephant Man Bones!
He pulls out a pistol!
> You kill him! Kill him!
Something in you snaps! You're overcome with panic and solve your problems with violence. You immediately knock the gun out of his hand and choke the life out the scientist, snapping his scrawny neck!
You have to figure out to get rid of the body; Mom doesn't like you leaving a mess. So you decide to chop him up and throw him in a trash bag.
In the middle of your grizzly work, you start to enjoy it. In fact you don't think you're going to get rid of the body at all. In fact you found something much more interesting to collect than useless shit on the internet.
You begin to increase selling things on the internet to attract more people...
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You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin’ obsessed pack rat.
Okay well some of this shit isn’t useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.
You see a car that’s made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!
You see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it’ll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.
There’s a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it’s held together by hemp. While you’ve never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.
Actually perhaps something more practical might be good, there’s some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!
Finally, you see a building for sale; it doesn’t really give a description. It just says “Generic Gray Building” It might be a good thing to invest in since you’re getting tired of hearing your Mom’s moans of ecstasy at night when she’s masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order.
> You buy the bomb shelter! Duck and cover!
Erm, it’s like $500,000. You can’t buy it, because you’re too damn poor. Even if you sold all your stuff you still wouldn’t have enough. Your Mom might have it, but you’d have to beg for it and your Mom’s usually not pleased with you at the best of times.
> You beg Mom
You beg Mom for money, but she’s in no mood to listen to you. In fact she’s pretty pissed off at you even thinking that she’d go for this idea.
You REALLY want that bomb shelter though. You NEED it. You know the END is coming soon, so you decide to do something desperate.
> You threaten your mom in exchange for money
You grab your Limited Edition Red Ryder BB Gun and attempt to threaten mom in a less than effective manner. She doesn’t know whether to slap you or laugh at you at this point.
”Boy, I hope you’ve been doing some good drugs to excuse this behavior because I’m this close to throwing your ass out, you’re lucky I haven’t done it sooner.” She replies.
“Mom, if you know what’s good for you, you better gimme what I want! The end is coming soon and I need that money to save us!” you say still pointing your gun at her.
Your Mom is silent for a moment and then speaks.
“Well since you put it that way…”
Mom wasn’t in the marines to sit around and look pretty. She easily disarms you, punches you in both eyes, kicks you in the nuts three times and throws you out of the house!
As you lay in the gutter pondering your poor judgment, you think “The joke’s on her, here come the bombs now!”
You and 3/4ths of the Earth’s population are vaporized in a nuclear fireball death.
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You beg Mom for money, but she’s in no mood to listen to you. In fact she’s pretty pissed off at you even thinking that she’d go for this idea.
You REALLY want that bomb shelter though. You NEED it. You know the END is coming soon, so you decide to do something desperate.
> You offer your mom sex in exchange for money
Uh…no. That doesn’t happen! (Sicko!)
Instead of THAT, you just beg you Mom harder for the money. Out of pity and to stop your whining, she gives you the money from her Swiss bank account and you buy the bomb shelter. You receive the location and keys soon afterwards
Soon just before the nuclear bombs start dropping, you and your Mom head to the shelter where you remain safe and live for years. Over the years naturally you and Mom become very close and begin to look at each other with greater intimacy and fall in love until one day…
(Okay, so it DID happen, but it was for love, not money!)
Eventually you and your Mom emerge from the bomb shelter and repopulate the Earth with your mutant children and found an empire that brings order to this hostile wasteland.
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Erm, it’s like $500,000. You can’t buy it, because you’re too damn poor. Even if you sold all your stuff you still wouldn’t have enough. Your Mom might have it, but you’d have to beg for it and your Mom’s usually not pleased with you at the best of times.
> You buy it anyway despite the fact that you don't have the means!
You clear your mind, and ignore the common sense part of your brain that states you don’t have enough money to do that…sonofabitch it works! You buy the bomb shelter which magically appears right outside your house. It suddenly occurs to you though, that you have a VERY powerful gift…
You begin to clear your mind of every law (natural and man made) you’ve ever been taught. You are able to do amazing things! You can walk over a cliff and not fall, since you don’t “know” about gravity! You can breathe underwater, since you don’t “know” about oxygen! You begin to create things out of thin air, with just the will of your mind! You start to change the world and people marvel at your abilities and you become as a GOD, and it’s all thanks to ignorance!
Until one day someone says, “Hey you can’t do that.” And it suddenly occurs to you that you can’t, and that’s when it ALL comes crashing down.
Fortunately you had a bomb shelter to hide in during the apocalypse that happened soon afterwards. With the world destroyed you have a lot of time to think about what you did. You decide to try to make things right, starting with clearing your mind again in an attempt to “recreate” the world. It doesn’t work though. You spend the rest of your days eating spam in your bomb shelter.
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You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin’ obsessed pack rat.
Okay well some of this shit isn’t useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.
You see a car that’s made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!
You see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it’ll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.
There’s a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it’s held together by hemp. While you’ve never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.
Actually perhaps something more practical might be good, there’s some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!
Finally, you see a building for sale; it doesn’t really give a description. It just says “Generic Gray Building” It might be a good thing to invest in since you’re getting tired of hearing your Mom’s moans of ecstasy at night when she’s masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order.
> You buy the island! It's an investment!
You decide to get the island. Its only $50! Someone attempts to buy it for $100, but you outbid them to a whopping $150. You begin to daydream about what’ll happen if you actually win the bid. You think about all the bad B-movies that take place on islands and how directors are always looking to use cheaper sets. You could rent it out for that, or possibly a cheap “island getaway” substitute for people that don’t want to spend that much on a vacation. You’ll have to check it out. It suddenly occurs to you that maybe people are already living on the island. Hey maybe the island will already have those topless island babes that you’ve seen in your “nature” magazine under your bed!
You snap out of your day dream only to realize that you’ve won the bid! You clap you hands and dance around in celebration like a monkey on crack.
Eventually you receive the exact location and make arrangements to go to the island. After a short trip to the ocean and a boat trip you are now on YOUR island. Time to explore!
> You enter the jungle
You enter the jungle. You appreciate the beauty that is the lush green jungle. This really is a nice island you think. However the cannibals on the island think it’s pretty nice too. In fact you made it even nicer for them; nothing tastes better to them than virgin flesh…
They hunt you, trap you, kill you and eat you.
(Not necessarily in that order!)
They end up selling your skull on Ebay for $500, which they use to build a new menstrual hut.
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You decide to get the island. Its only $50! Someone attempts to buy it for $100, but you outbid them to a whopping $150. You begin to daydream about what’ll happen if you actually win the bid. You think about all the bad B-movies that take place on islands and how directors are always looking to use cheaper sets. You could rent it out for that, or possibly a cheap “island getaway” substitute for people that don’t want to spend that much on a vacation. You’ll have to check it out. It suddenly occurs to you that maybe people are already living on the island. Hey maybe the island will already have those topless island babes that you’ve seen in your “nature” magazine under your bed!
You snap out of your day dream only to realize that you’ve won the bid! You clap you hands and dance around in celebration like a monkey on crack.
Eventually you receive the exact location and make arrangements to go to the island. After a short trip to the ocean and a boat trip you are now on YOUR island. Time to explore!
> You walk along the shore
You walk along the shore, marveling at the fact this island is made completely out of Styrofoam and held together by hemp.
In your wonder, you begin to inspect the hemp ropes which are holding the pieces of Styrofoam together.
In your curiosity you begin to pick at a frayed rope…
And in your stupidity, you’ve just unraveled the entire island!
Well so much for renting this place, you attempt to paddle your way back to shore on a piece of Styrofoam, but you’re eaten by a very large seagull flying overhead.
Fortunately it swallowed you whole, but its digestive juices are going to make quick work of you if you don’t do something to escape, so you figure fleeing through its asshole is the best way to do this.
Fighting through the intestinal tract of the seagull to get to the “exit”, might sound like a novel idea, but it does have its consequences. First of all you’re a mile above the earth and over the water. So assuming you managed to survive the fall out of the bird’s rectum, you’d still have to contend with minor problem of drowning and sharks.
Second, you’ve done quite a bit of damage to the bird itself by crawling around in it; in fact you’ve ruptured and punctured some vital organs. It’s dying and now falling at a terrific speed.
> You jump out of the rectum and try to swim to land
Well you jump out and survive the fall, and since you do know how to swim pretty well, you also survive the drowning.
However you don’t survive the sharks…
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You walk along the shore, marveling at the fact this island is made completely out of Styrofoam and held together by hemp.
In your wonder, you begin to inspect the hemp ropes which are holding the pieces of Styrofoam together.
In your curiosity you begin to pick at a frayed rope…
And in your stupidity, you’ve just unraveled the entire island!
Well so much for renting this place, you attempt to paddle your way back to shore on a piece of Styrofoam, but you’re eaten by a very large seagull flying overhead.
Fortunately it swallowed you whole, but its digestive juices are going to make quick work of you if you don’t do something to escape, so you figure fleeing through its asshole is the best way to do this.
Fighting through the intestinal tract of the seagull to get to the “exit”, might sound like a novel idea, but it does have its consequences. First of all you’re a mile above the earth and over the water. So assuming you managed to survive the fall out of the bird’s rectum, you’d still have to contend with minor problem of drowning and sharks.
Second, you’ve done quite a bit of damage to the bird itself by crawling around in it; in fact you’ve ruptured and punctured some vital organs. It’s dying and now falling at a terrific speed.
> You stay in the seagull and try to shift its weight towards land
You take a running push up against the seagull’s slowly beating heart, killing it instantly, but you knocked it just enough so its body would crash on land.
And it crashes in a spectacular bloody fashion, fortunately you used its liver as a cushion to survive the fall, you remain unharmed and in desperate need of a bath. You head home with 20 hungry cats following close behind.
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You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin’ obsessed pack rat.
Okay well some of this shit isn’t useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.
You see a car that’s made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!
You see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it’ll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.
There’s a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it’s held together by hemp. While you’ve never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.
Actually perhaps something more practical might be good, there’s some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!
Finally, you see a building for sale; it doesn’t really give a description. It just says “Generic Gray Building” It might be a good thing to invest in since you’re getting tired of hearing your Mom’s moans of ecstasy at night when she’s masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order.
> You buy the toilet paper! It's the soft kind!
Well last time your Mom went to the supermarket she couldn’t find the soft kind. In fact, she never can find it. It’s almost like there’s a conspiracy and the super markets hide it before she gets there. Either that or she just enjoys torturing you with toilet paper that feels more like sandpaper.
But this isn’t about your paranoia, and you manage to find some toilet paper for $5, 1000 rolls of it! You buy it immediately and soon it arrives magically in front of your house. You find out why it was so cheap.
It’s wet and USED…
> You keep it, because youre cheap
You really can’t see anyone buying your shitty toilet paper; you’re still not sure why you wanted to buy it so bad yourself. Perhaps you have toilet training issues, but this isn’t about your screwed up childhood, this is about how you wasted your money! Or have you?
Upon closer inspection you realize that this is the genuine toilet paper of Elvis! You can tell by the wiping signature! You sell it back to Graceland for millions! You then proceed to buy up other famous used toilet paper and selling them, making even more millions!
Finally you decide to get out of the business and retire to your bomb shelter on your very own Styrofoam island where you live comfortably for the rest of your life.
And perhaps when you die, YOUR toilet paper will sell for millions.
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Well last time your Mom went to the supermarket she couldn’t find the soft kind. In fact, she never can find it. It’s almost like there’s a conspiracy and the super markets hide it before she gets there. Either that or she just enjoys torturing you with toilet paper that feels more like sandpaper.
But this isn’t about your paranoia, and you manage to find some toilet paper for $5, 1000 rolls of it! You buy it immediately and soon it arrives magically in front of your house. You find out why it was so cheap.
It’s wet and USED…
> You try to sell it as art
You re-sell it as art. You list it as a great ornamental garden piece. Bio-degradable and good for the soil.
Yeah, you ALMOST believe that yourself. You do get a bid from some idiot though for $350, you figure you’ve made a large profit already, so you sell.
“Ha Ha! What a sucker!” you think.
Well think again toilet boy, turns out it was more valuable than you thought! It was the same toilet paper used by Elvis the day he died on the toilet! The “idiot” sells it back to Graceland for millions, and spends it on cars, girls and drugs.
You spend your $350 on more used toilet paper in the misguided attempt to get someone else’s famous toilet paper, but it turns out to be only Pat Boone’s and is worthless.
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You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin’ obsessed pack rat.
Okay well some of this shit isn’t useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.
You see a car that’s made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!
You see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it’ll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.
There’s a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it’s held together by hemp. While you’ve never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.
Actually perhaps something more practical might be good, there’s some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!
Finally, you see a building for sale; it doesn’t really give a description. It just says “Generic Gray Building” It might be a good thing to invest in since you’re getting tired of hearing your Mom’s moans of ecstasy at night when she’s masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order.
> You buy the building. It's um... Gray
Face it; you don’t really have that much of a personality, so instead of buying any one of the more “interesting” items, you decide to get the dull gray building to match your life. Its only $2000 and nobody else wants it, so you get it with relative ease.
Alright! A place of your own, no more having to quickly erase the porn on the computer or explaining to Mom why your pants are off anymore!
After you receive the location, you quickly start packing up your shit. Until you realize you’ve got a lot of it. Hmmm, you don’t really feel like moving it all and you briefly think about selling some of your shit on Ebay, but as usual you can’t bear to part with anything. Where else are you gonna get a genuine Hitler Pez dispenser? Or the rare gay version of Star Wars? Or even that picture of you with Boudicca’s ghost?
Besides you don’t want to waste anymore time on Ebay today. You’re in a rare adventurous spirit and really wanna find out what this building’s all about. You load up your Mom’s car with as much shit as you can and drive to the building’s location. It takes you a day to get there, but you finally do it.
You’re here at the Gray Building. You’re also in the middle of nowhere! You can hear a pack of ravenous wolves in the distance. There’s only one door and no windows. Looks pretty ominous actually. Like a place where they’d do a snuff film, or perform secret government experiments.
Well in any case you DO own it, so maybe you should find out!
> You go in the Gray Building
You cautiously enter the building, but not before you take your Limited Edition Red Rider BB Gun with you.
Nothing!
There's absolutely nothing in here! No illegal underground sex club, no "Area 51" like facility. Nothing.
You can't help being slightly disappointed; well at least you don't have to worry though, its big enough to hold all your shit.
You go back to your car and proceed to gather your belongings. You kick the door open and are surprised by what you see!
You see a jungle like area, with a primitive village inside! There ARE some natives roaming around, but they haven't noticed you yet. They may or may not be friendly.
This is fuckin' bizarre to say the least!
> You close the door!
You quickly close the door and try to piece together what the fuck just happened!
You don't have as much time as you like though. Those wolves you heard earlier, must've caught your scent, because there's a pack of them on a nearby hill. The leader is jet black, has red eyes and has gotta be a mutant of some sort because he's got six legs and is fuckin' HUGE!
He sees you and howls an unearthly howl calling his fellows after you.
They'll be upon you soon and you're not gonna make it to your car in time.
> You run into the building
You'd rather take your chances with some natives than these things! At least the primitives were human! (Well you assume they were)
You rush inside and slam the door shut, locking it. The jungle and village are gone, whatever you saw before will remain a mystery because there's no trace of it now.
You wonder if it was some acid flashback you had.
It’s possible; you have done the stuff in the past. Maybe this is all just the flashback of a bad trip.
Of course the scratching at the door and inhuman noises outside sound pretty real...
Bad trip or no, there's no point in taking fuckin' chances! You stand in the center of the room and watch the door, as the banging gets more intense.
You prepare yourself, holding your BB Gun at the door and taking out your limited edition Charles Manson butcher Knife.
You stand ready, as the door looks like its going to come off its hinges, but then the noise stops and you hear the wolves padding off.
You breathe a little easier, but only for a moment. You look in utter horror as you see the alpha wolf (That would be the mutant, in case you weren't paying attention earlier) materialize out of one of the corners of the building.
It looks at you with absolute hatred and hunger.
If this IS an acid flashback, it’s a REALLY bad one!
> You kill the beast!
You begin to fire, but you BB Gun has absolutely no effect on the thing. It reaches you in no time, but not before you smash it in the face with the gun, breaking it into pieces. This temporarily stuns the beast, which allows you to take your knife and start stabbing the shit out of it. It howls and knocks you to the ground with one paw, reeling back from its bloody wound. It sprints to the other side of the building but looks to be preparing for another assault.
You actually hope it does. You've never felt so alive...
> You get ready for the next assault
Your determination and bravery are admirable. Your intelligence though is questionable!
The beast charges at you and smashes into your body as you attempt to stab it in the eye. You feel your ribs break as this blow knocks you to the ground. You feel completely out of breath. As you gasp for air, the Beast sinks its razor teeth into one of your legs and rips it off, swallowing the limb in one gulp.
You go into shock as you watch blood spraying from your stump. It’s just as well because the Beast's next move is biting your head off.
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You are very suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door. You hear, "¡Abrir! ¡Policía! Abre esta puerta ahora!" The banging continues and you hear, "Policia!" The sturdy door is shaking in the frame and you know that you only have a moment to decide what to do...
> You open the door and attempt to talk your way out of the situation, even though you don't speak Spanish.
You take a deep breath and step towards the door. You look down and brush a little dust from your chest as you reach out for the door handle. You press down the handle and pull the door open. Three very angry looking policemen stand at the door, looking surprised that you opened the door. One has his pistol in his hand. You smile and take a last breath as you prepare to try and explain that you are not who they are looking for...
> You continue...
You show the police your biggest smile and start to explain that you are not who they are seeking. Instead of listening to you, they slam you to the side as one man runs past you into the room. They continue to yell at you in Spanish and you cannot understand them. When you try and speak, one of the policemen punch you in the face. The one from inside the room calls out something else in Spanish and the other two draw their guns. As you attempt to turn around to explain, they both fire into your chest. You look at them, still not understanding, as your life slips away from you.
Sorry, it would appear that you have lost. Please do try again, especially if this is your first time. There are lots of different options and possibilities. Be sure to try acts that you have trained, as you will have a much better chance of success if you do!
You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.
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You are very suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door. You hear, "¡Abrir! ¡Policía! Abre esta puerta ahora!" The banging continues and you hear, "Policia!" The sturdy door is shaking in the frame and you know that you only have a moment to decide what to do...
> You take a stand, open the door, and attack. The police!
You decide that if they are going to take you down, you are going to go down in a blaze of glory. You take a moment to rig a quick explosive on the back of the door and step away from the door. You take cover behind the corner of the bathroom and wait. When they strike the door one more time, the explosive goes off, blowing the door off the hinges and towards the hallway. You step around the corner, staying low, gun at the ready to fire at anything that moves...
> You continue...
Looking over at the door, it takes a moment for the dust to clear. You don't see anything moving, so you stand up and stare into the dust. You step towards the door, trying to make out the figures in the dust cloud when suddenly guns open up firing in your direction. You turn and twist and attempt to get back under cover as a bullet finds your back, spinning you around. A second round hits you in the chest and you crumble to the ground, as everything quickly fades to black.
Sorry, it would appear that you have lost. Please do try again, especially if this is your first time. There are lots of different options and possibilities. Be sure to try acts that you have trained, as you will have a much better chance of success if you do!
You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.
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Very suddenly, the man jumps to his feet, knocking the chair he was sitting in to the ground behind him. As it clangs into the ground, his hands rise up, one with a fork and one with a dinner knife. You turn your hips and move quickly to avoid the very sudden slash with the knife across your midsection.
The man moves cautiously with his knife held out in front of him. As his feet shift on the ground, you realize that he looks quite skilled with the improvised weapon. Your mind travels back to your training in the warehouse and you carefully watch the knife, his arm, and his eyes. You are not sure what he will do next, but he is clearly watching you carefully, looking for an opening.
The two other couples at the cafe get up and scramble away from the tables and chairs. You do not take your eyes from the now armed man in front of you. A serving platter crashes to the ground as a waiter appears and then quickly runs back into the restaurant. You know it will not be long before he summons help in the form of the local police, who you probably do not want to meet right now. The man circles and moves towards you and you can tell he is about to make another strike with the knife.
> You dodge the attack and try to move through the furniture to avoid the man.
As the knife comes towards you, you duck and turn. You quickly scramble under the nearest table, hoping to get out of his reach and to the far side. You roll around a downed chair and jump to your feet, ready to avoid this fight at all costs.
> You continue...
You roll and jump to your feet on the other side of the table. Unfortunately, the man was anticipating your move, and he has come around the table. As you scramble to your feet, moving away, you feel a sharp pain in your back. You reach around, but cannot reach the location -- the man has stabbed you in the ribs. You try to get to your feet, but the strength is quickly leaving your body.The world around you gets dimmer as you drop to the ground. You can hear sirens in the distance, but they are getting more quiet as you decide you will close your eyes and rest, just for a moment. I am sorry, but it would appear that you have died.
You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.
Please do feel free to try again. To increase your chance of success, be sure to use a skill that you have trained or have items to help you.
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"You're talking as if there are others like me and you out there..."
G- Well obviously retard, do you really think that the two of us would be able to handle all of the distressed spirits that are currently roaming? Yes, our numbers aren't legion, but they make do to keep balance in the spirits our kind help on the daily.
"How hard is it to make contact with another one of my kind?" You ask, a bit tempted to make contact with someone that also shares your powers, but only to relate."
G- Yeah fuck off, that's classified information that's only available to observers, you won't need help from other wardens on your quotas and you get it regardless.
"It wasn't about help." You mutter to yourself.
> You how hard will this task be
"Well, how hard will all of this be, helping spirits ascend and all."
G-Fuck don't tell me you're going to pussy out if this is going to seem like too much work. The first few ghosts will probably be challenging for you, but after a while, you'll start getting used to it. It's just like taking care of a dog or cat, they're all different but they usually have the same needs most of the time. Although these needs will actually be more of wants, and these wants can vary in difficulty. Also keep in mind that we can't just skip on a ghost, each of their needs will have to be fulfilled before we can move onto a new ghost.
That doesn't sound very appealing to you.
| 2 |
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"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.
"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.
"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"
Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
> The Hundred Crack Fists!!
ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!! ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!! ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!!!!! WACCHAAAA!!!!!!
...
Darkness, the only thing that you can only feel...can't you? You try to open your eyes but couldn't...In fact, you don't have any sensational feeling at all!
Come on!
Wake up!
Damn IT!
Finally after struggling with your brain, you manage to get a feel of your skin contact and snap your eyes opened.
!!! You're being chained to a plastic surgery table, naked with only the boxer! The cold from it is killing your back. Numberous cords and tubes are sticked into your arms and your legs! To add up the creepy formation, 2 large sized needles are injecting some weird-colored liquid into your body. With each and each of those flowing before your eyes, your skin sensation slowly fades away.
What the fuck is going on??!
"Oh!...You can still be alive?" You turn your neck to the speaker and see a beautiful, gorgeous blondie looking at you. "Admirable...Stay still! Let's chat for a bit, shall we?"
You try to open your vocal cord but find no strengths or air to do so, you can only glare at the beauty in front of your face, grinning slyly at your misery.
"Can't talk? That's too bad." She is teasing you, and she is enjoying the look you're giving. "Umm, yes! You'd make a fine work out of this. Let's see..." She checks your chest for a bit and then speaks the murderous words on your decaying breath. "It's a bother but I guess you need another method. Be ready for it."
Rudy Hills, her nameplate inprints itself into your brain after she has left. Well, her C-cups were quite a feast to the eyes at least.
Y.O.U A.R.E A.L.R.E.A.D.Y D.E.A.D
'Is this it?' You ponder, looking at the dead bodies hanging on top of you. 'I wish I could chill out, this is so surreal. Maybe next time I should consider what world I'm living in before doing something stupid again.'
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You're slowly deteriorating and you need a fresh bite to eat. Without any hesitation, you make your way towards the food stall across the street. It will take more than a cheap meal to satisfy your hunger.
...
Hmm, the inside is not so bad, better than the shitty bar for sure. They got clean table clothes, beautiful decoration and most importantly, more people. You'd give it an above average rating if it wasn't for the space in here, a bit too narrow to move. You quickly come to the counter and order your dinner. A pancetta with fried eggs covered in hot sauce and an applepie as dessert seem like a great stomach filler for you.
You find a seat and make yourself comfortable as you wait for your meal. You silently hope that this wouldn't become your last time eating outside.
"Wah HAH!!"
That sudden loud and squeaky yell from behind nearly scares you to death. How can you be so defenseless at a time like this? You turn around to see a school-grader boy who is focusing on your mini device.
"A mini TV! It's just like in the game!!" Very enthusiastic and eager, he says while searching inside her bag and then shoves a small looking object to you. Upon looking, you see that it's a Nintendo DS. "Are you a Pokemon instructor?"
"...Wa-what? What the...?" You start to sprout nonsense at the flashing screen before you as it changes to a different one with each button the boy is pressing. It's one of those Pokemon games for the DS, been selling high among youngsters and does not have any sign to stop.
"Mr?"
"Uhh..." You have put up with a lot of things today but for the first time, you're actually speechless at this.
"Pip! Pip! You found someone?" And now it's the girl, who is also a school grader, to join the little trainer pestering around your coat. Goodness! Now you've realized that the light giving off by the portable TV inside the coat is attracting their curiosity, you have been hearing it constantly to check the news. And from what you can see from the boy's 2 screens machine, you can see what has grabbed his attention.
> You ignore them
No, nope, nope! Not the kind you want to be involved. Ignorance is pure bliss in this situation, you continue to listen to the TV. No matter how much they try to pester you into this Pokemon stuff, you stand...you sit on your chair without giving them even a glance. Perhaps because of your hardcore coolness, they leave you as fast as they arrive. Kids, adorable but so simple sometimes. You have to crack a smile at the sight of them asking another customer.
<DUN DUN DUN!!! Who is ready to become another winner in our contest today?> A gameshow is on and it is blasting your eardrums, killing your rare happy mood instantly. You turn down the volume and lazily get back to the waiting game.
Before long, your lovely meal has arrived. You're starving so even if the quality is shit, the quantity will fix it. You pick up the fork and start with the eggs first.
"Hello sir! Where are you going?"
Hmm, sunny today sure is hot and delicious, not bad for a small size, the hens here are healthy you can tell. And now bacon...with extra steak sauce too?! You grab a slice and shove it in your mouth.
"Do you like this?"
Ehh!!! What is this? Where does this stuff come from?? You swear you can almost taste the bitter ashes in this, did they put them on the stove? Not to mention the sauce is terrible, you find no traces of the sweet and fat juice of the meat. They're pretty soft and easy to swallow though so you can forgive that. After spending time savouring the eggs while cringing at the main meal, you move onto the applepie.
"Uuu...He's so mean!"
...Uggrr! Sugar rush has no brake in this one. Sweet, soft and creamy pie, pretty good! Not the best but certainly not the worst, you can enjoy this one more time if you have to. You leave the cash down onto the table and prepare to walk out. When you are nearing the exit, you see a mountainous man in a black tux turning his back to you. Just as you're about to head for the door...
"Oh, excuse me." The man turns to you and speaks up, looking at you with quite a non-friendly manner. "I'm looking for a boy and a girl going together, they are both in grade schools. Have you seen them?"
> You ignore him
"No, I haven't." You say, fixing the earplugs as if to show him that all you have done is just listening to music. These types are something you do not want to stay with for too long.
"..." A disdainful look towards you, he clearly doesn't take a trentcoat wearing man's words. He and you have unintentionally started a stare battle against each others.
With a tired sigh, you shove him out of the way before he could beat you. "What are you, some kind of their guardian?" You spat without wanting an answer, annoyed by this man's action. Some people these days...If it wasn't for your safety right now, you'd never need to hesitate pointing the gun at this orge.
You step out of the diner with the man's hateful glare following behind.
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No, nope, nope! Not the kind you want to be involved. Ignorance is pure bliss in this situation, you continue to listen to the TV. No matter how much they try to pester you into this Pokemon stuff, you stand...you sit on your chair without giving them even a glance. Perhaps because of your hardcore coolness, they leave you as fast as they arrive. Kids, adorable but so simple sometimes. You have to crack a smile at the sight of them asking another customer.
<DUN DUN DUN!!! Who is ready to become another winner in our contest today?> A gameshow is on and it is blasting your eardrums, killing your rare happy mood instantly. You turn down the volume and lazily get back to the waiting game.
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"Hello sir! Where are you going?"
Hmm, sunny today sure is hot and delicious, not bad for a small size, the hens here are healthy you can tell. And now bacon...with extra steak sauce too?! You grab a slice and shove it in your mouth.
"Do you like this?"
Ehh!!! What is this? Where does this stuff come from?? You swear you can almost taste the bitter ashes in this, did they put them on the stove? Not to mention the sauce is terrible, you find no traces of the sweet and fat juice of the meat. They're pretty soft and easy to swallow though so you can forgive that. After spending time savouring the eggs while cringing at the main meal, you move onto the applepie.
"Uuu...He's so mean!"
...Uggrr! Sugar rush has no brake in this one. Sweet, soft and creamy pie, pretty good! Not the best but certainly not the worst, you can enjoy this one more time if you have to. You leave the cash down onto the table and prepare to walk out. When you are nearing the exit, you see a mountainous man in a black tux turning his back to you. Just as you're about to head for the door...
"Oh, excuse me." The man turns to you and speaks up, looking at you with quite a non-friendly manner. "I'm looking for a boy and a girl going together, they are both in grade schools. Have you seen them?"
> You say yes
"Yeah. They were just here pestering people about Pokemon or something." You respond with an uncomfortable frown, you feel an annoying feeling around you that they and this man have created.
"Oh!...Do you know where they've gone to?"
"Don't know."
"..." A disdainful look towards you, he clearly doesn't take a trentcoat wearing man's words. He and you have unintentionally started a stare battle against each others...And you're slowly losing.
But then suddenly, he bows his head to you. "Please pardon me." With that said, he runs ahead of you and leaves the diner. You've not ever met anyone weirder than that these days. What the hell was that? That was completely out of nowhere.
With nothing else to ruin your day, you hit the street outside.
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Tick...tick...tick...
You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You finish your drink
Might as well do what you were going to do. Even though the taste is so horrible, you gulp it down in one goes, hoping for your stomach to hold up any retching urge.
You feel sober as you carelessly put the glass and a bill down. Then immediately...Frowning at the sourness, you run out of the bar and vomit everything inside out like a loosen water hose.
Yuck! Maybe you should find something to eat, you feel absolutely terrible.
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Tick...tick...tick...
You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You flirt
The alcohol in your blood is kind of getting out of control right now. You need to sto-
"Hey there, ~hotness!" You say, trying to force yourself not sounding like a manwhore.
"...You called me, sir?" She looks at you expectantly...no, confused is more likely to describe her stunning expression right now. Maybe you're being too forward!
> You slow down, no ladies are gonna run away
You straight up your sitting and then...a dreamy glance escapes your eyes through the thickly shade to enters her own.
"Sir? Do you want something?"
It doesn't work. What?!! You should get a blush and an embarassing bow to the side from her, not a speech line! You try your best to come up with an answer. Maybe you shouldn't have thought so highly about yourself, that would be a start.
"Can you help me find a name to put on the angelic painting before me? I'm helpless just by looking." You do your dirty tongue smoothly, making it sound like a sore one.
"Hmmm." She smirks, such a pair of delicious lips she got. "Sir? Are you trying to ask me out?"
This is some seriously sticky situation you've gotten yourself into, you just can sit there hopingly. A mature woman might not be very easy but at least you can live with that. No big trouble.
"Obvious flirting like that will get you no where, that's all I can say, big boy."
...
Shameful...Too shameful. A grown man being looked down by a lady, younger than him no less.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
"Too much stimulation to try and not a single one worked out, guess I am not fit to be with another." You wailfully groan, stepping out of the bar.
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The alcohol in your blood is kind of getting out of control right now. You need to sto-
"Hey there, ~hotness!" You say, trying to force yourself not sounding like a manwhore.
"...You called me, sir?" She looks at you expectantly...no, confused is more likely to describe her stunning expression right now. Maybe you're being too forward!
> You charge right in, she is in your hand
"You want to hang out?" You put so much confidence in yourself that you can't help but flash a dirty grin at her.
"...Please, I'm working sir." She says, glaring at you hatefully.
Uh oh! You hit the wrong desk this time. This girl was well-educated alright, you've been fooled! But the rat has been out of the bag, you have no choice but to go with the flow.
"Whatever you want will be yours, sweet cheeks. The only thing I can ever hope to see is the shimmering body under those garment." Being a giant pervert, you nearly lick your mouth at the sight of hers.
"No."
Ohhkaa...Wait what? What?
"You will not get anything from me, you dirty bastard!" Her looks she's giving can pass for a hard slap right now. "I'm not a whore!!"
You are...not gonna walk out of here without receiving a few bruises from her, you freak. You sprint out of the bar before some pretty remarks could be thrown at you.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
"I'm...Why am I such an idiot? Damn!" You blame yourself and your forcefulness with a scratch to your block head...and a feel to your empty stomach. "Stay away from good-looking woman when you are drinking I guess...If I run into her again, better be prepared for the pain."
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You should never have chosen this road, it's the worst possible trail you've ever seen in your life. Roadkilled animals, full of dead ends leading to the falling death or harsh mud slowing you down and it's dark like your unlit office.
But those are nothing compare to what you're avoiding right now. There is a biker gang risking their pitiful lives to steal your goods and might even kill you in the process. Due to the condition of the road, you can't seem to find a way to lose these experienced robbers who are familiar with this area.
You pull out your repeater and start to spread deadly painful yelps and fresh blood among them. They're criminals, right? Wiping a few scums is just the same work you've done.
"Fuck! A gun, he got a gun! AGGHRRR!
"A fat loot! Fire away, boys!"
Your opening fire has started a shootout between a lone car and packs of bikers. Each shot traded equals a body part of someone rendered useless and you can only pray that you're not the next one.
"Let's see if you like THIS!!!"
"AGGGGGRRR!!!"
"GET OUT OF THE WAY, FOOLS! ROCK ON THE ROAD!"
A rounds of bullets start to fly towards you and shriek their destruction power into your ears. A gatling gun! And they're not afraid of using rapid-fires even with the front row being in the way, they want your life!
You have to think of a way!
> You aim for the holder
You suddenly has this urge just to stick your head out and aim for one who is firing at you. Hearing all those screams from their fellows being used as targets practice by the shooter slowly boil the anger inside your heart, you're always despite these kind of scumbags, coward and lack any responsiblity whatsoever. Strange...you of all people should be thankful by this. After all, is the fact that they're literally decreasing their own numbers down a good thing to you?
"LOCK AND RELOAD, BABY!!!"
Making use of their obvious free shot giveaway, you decide to risk your life. What's a better way to protect yourself other than being a badass while at it too?
Oh hoh, you're cute...a batshit crazy type of endearing actually. You seriously need some help when you go to hell.
Taking a good look at the shooters thanks to the motorcycle's light reflecting on them, you quickly pinpoint the huge crank-driven bastard. Without wasting any precious second, your tongue jingles by itself 3 times and both your hands join in the harmony.
"He is there! Bastard's sticking out!"
The bullet comes out flying and...It would be a real wrench for you if this missed.
"AHGHGGGGG!!!"
...It seems like you hit your target's...jaw or something, you can hear him screaming and some of motor's engines dying down, the gunfire has been ceased too.
"BOSS! Boss got shot!!
Holy...What the...
"Shut the hell up! Chase after that son of a bitch!"
"BOss! Boss!...Boss??!!! Don't scare the group like that!"
A gentle and pleasant feeling sweeps over your inside, to think you actually did it, you, a normal average Joe who hasn't received any training on how to operate or shoot a gun. You have cleaned another despicable piece of shit off the world!
You drive far away with terrific handling skill, your car is like aviating through the roughness of the terrain. The odds of you surviving yet another chase wasn't very much but you have actually passed it with flying colors!
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TV...checked.
Sunglasses...checked.
Trench coat...Unnecessary but you couldn't just leave your skinny bones out, it has doubled your luck and your appearance to be unique...Also checked.
Good thing your face hasn't really hit the mark of any media type out there yet, but your time is running out. Lying low will have to be in another place, a safe and secure one far away from here.
You check the plate covering your gas meter and see that it still got 2/3 left. You have to stock on some large litters to cross the border. The nearest place to refill would be...about 15 miles from here, not really hard to come by and if they try something funny, your guns will do the job. You decide to go there.
...Hmm? It's nearly night time. Anytime now...
You have arrived at a gas station. There are only a few local houses and shops nearby, an empty place and probably not in any urban business.
> You sophisticated stealing
At least you know how to reload a basic handgun while totally clueless about anything else. What is there to blame besides yourself? You were nuts, and you still are right now. You load the inside the barrel of your pistol with a fresh clip and proceed to approach the gas station slowly. You park the car just behind the wall surrounding the place and sneak into the yard on foot. Before the employer, a man in mid 40 can sense you, his hands have already raised behind his head as you hold him up at gunpoint.
"Sorry for this." You say, looking frantically side by side. "Get me 6 litters of gasoline. Try anything funny and I will torch this place down in an instant."
"A-Alright." He answers your order by slowly walking towards the container to grab the cans. "Here...just chill out, okay?"
"Good. Grab those and go forward." You demand, wanting to be sure of your position to the eyes of any people outside. "Turn around now."
You lead him back to your vehicle, the poor man is struggling to carry the fuel one by one.
"Open all of the covers, I want to see them."
He does so and backs away to the wall, allowing you to have a look at the containers...Yep! It seems like all of them are pure gasoline alright.
"Good. Now go back to your place and I swear if I see the cops hogging the horn anytime now, I'll mark all flammable stuffs inside that place my practicing target. Are we clear on that?"
"Yeah...I see your point." He says, throwing a dirty look behind you as you get in your car.
"Nice doing business with you, mate." You crack a smile at your victim. "Good bye."
Yeah, screw all of that moral bullshit. You got the gun, you are the winner.
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You're a murderer.
Running head first into that place and blasting everything to hell. Raiding the detention center just to get a few kills on those who raped and pushed your crush to suicide doesn't seem like a good idea after all. You're not even her type to bother, you should just have left them rotting in jail instead. Now you got yourself rows and rows of police forces chasing after you and there is no such thing like a way back. You're brown bread to the eyes of your loved ones now, and you gotta make a run for it. Whenever you see a turn, you can only hope that it doesn't lead to a dead end.
That phone call should have never reached you. Crazy love, you blame all the things you've done to it. It forced you to flee your office, turned your mind into a madman and put that thing on your hand. After that, it was only chaos. You were gonna going to end your life when the flame inside died out...but didn't...and you still can't find the courage.
"PULL OVER!!! PULL OVER NOW!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU!!!"
They finally talk with bullets huh? Maybe you should focus on stepping on the gas instead of having random flashbacks.
> You okay, turn on the gas. No need to get touchy now.
The pedal is being extremely abused by you as your vehicle blows off blindful storms of broken leaves and dirt back to your pursuers. Every turn you make equals a nightmare, your eyes cannot keep up with what in front of you anymore. You pray for the safety of the tires as well as yours. Nothing but speed and gunshot keep you stay intact with the world.
Shreeekkkk!!! The glass door from behind has gone down!
'These cops!...This some kind of game to you???' You think, making a zic-zac move to dodge another straight shot. You can't afford to panic, anything but that. Hot and cold sweats mixed together run along your forehead and down to your lip, a salty taste quickly dominate your saliva. *Gulp*
The tires are still normal, that was just a lucky shot...but a warning that you should step up pass the limitation!!
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It literally pains you to part with anything being the fuckin’ obsessed pack rat you are, but you need to start earning your keep again. The problem is you’ll only part with a few things and those things are shit that nobody wants!
You can't believe that nobody would want things like S&M Elmo or Trailer Trash Barbie! And you can't even wrap your mind around the fact that people don't want your used toothpick collection from around the world!
Well it looks like the demand is currently for “Big Objects” and the only two big objects you have that you’re willing to part with are your full set elephant bones and your Kudzu plant.
Of course there’s always a demand for porn, but you’re sort of attached to your collection of that stuff.
> You wait! You've got naked pictures of your Mom!
We’ll save you the embarrassment of WHY you have the pictures in the first place, but after scanning one naked photo of your Mom, it doesn't take long for perverts all across the globe to start bidding for the whole set. The highest bid you've got right now is some guy in Mexico who's offering 10,000!
> You sell!
You sell, send off the pics and receive your money
Unfortunately you forgot to consider the foreign exchange rate!
10,000 Mexican Pesos is only $2.00 in US Currency!
While it’s very possible that your Mom won’t find out what you did, but there’s always the chance she will. And hell, for that amount of money you could've sold naked pictures of yourself!
> You try to buy your Mom's pictures back
Fortunately the Mexican guy is now trying to sell them for a bigger profit, 20,000...unfortunately its US currency. You’re fucked. You don’t have that sort of money.
So you do the only thing you can do. You steal your Mom's credit card and buy back the pictures.
However there ARE consequences for your actions.
First your Mom finds out about all of this the very next time she tried to use her card. (Which gets cut up)
Second she's wickedly pissed off that you even sold the pictures in the first place let alone the fact that you didn't get squat for them and then put her in SEVERE debt by buying them back.
Third there are some questions about your erm... morality, not to mention your sanity. You basically STOLE her private property which makes you a thief, the fact that you knew the content of the pictures and looked at them, makes you a sicko, the fact that you sold them makes you a sleazeball, and the fact you lost money on the whole deal makes you an idiot!
Your Mom has you committed to the asylum, where you spend the rest of your days, until you cause so much trouble you get lobotomized.
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You sell, send off the pics and receive your money
Unfortunately you forgot to consider the foreign exchange rate!
10,000 Mexican Pesos is only $2.00 in US Currency!
While it’s very possible that your Mom won’t find out what you did, but there’s always the chance she will. And hell, for that amount of money you could've sold naked pictures of yourself!
> You sell naked pictures of yourself
Some gay porno magazine offers you a $2.00 for your naked pics. You accept the offer.
Unfortunately it’s a MEXICAN gay porno magazine!
You get a fat nickle!
Well you've made a total of $2.05 from selling your Mom's self respect as well as your own. (Not that you had that much to begin with)
You try not to think too much of it and just hope you Mom never finds out, but as you find out later you should’ve worried about other things instead.
You and she unknowingly become a point of obsession by a deranged bisexual midget. He eventually gets to the point where his obsession can’t be restricted to just images and pictures.
He tracks you both down and somehow manages to ambush your Mom and knock her out cold. You hear the noise from the basement and come up to investigate, where upon the midget knocks you out as well.
He ties you both up and well; it sort of only gets worse from there…
Your images are uploaded one last time through the sick freak’s illegal snuff site.
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We’ll save you the embarrassment of WHY you have the pictures in the first place, but after scanning one naked photo of your Mom, it doesn't take long for perverts all across the globe to start bidding for the whole set. The highest bid you've got right now is some guy in Mexico who's offering 10,000!
> You hold out for more!
Wise choice! Everyone knows 10,000 in Mexican currency is only $2.00 US currency!
After waiting for a better deal you finally get an offer of $10,000 from some rich lesbian in Hawaii.
Jackpot!
Apparently she also wants to meet your Mom in person.
You know your Mom's been kinda lonely after Dad was killed in that "elephant incident" so you decide to set it up...
And after months of workin', proddin', fixin', and schemin' on your part, your Mom is now a much happier person and so are you having a rich stepmom and all. Now you can go buy that bomb shelter you always wanted.
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Your stomach starts to churn. There’s nothing magical or enchanted about this nausea--it’s identical to the last time you got food poisoning. You turn and hurl the contents of your stomach onto the grimy floor.
It smells. It smells like me, you think. Like my insides.
The sound of running.
You leap up, and vault over the counter almost effortlessly--only later you remember Dmitri’s hands under your ribs, propelling you--and run.
You only have to elude them for twenty minutes. Twenty stupid minutes is all that’s between you and being okay.
You see an opening in the crowd and dart through. Without your heavy bag you must be faster than they are, because the space between you and them is widening.
Should you keep running, or find a place to hide?
> You keep running.
A huge tour group walks in a slow line right in front of you. You shove past them, but not long afterward, the slap-slapping comes behind you. Teeth gnash your knee, and you fall.
A hard bite to your shoulder, and then the weight of the goblin is off of you, and you sit up in time to watch it careen into a moving walkway. Dmitri stands above you.
“What,” he says, “was that? It looked like you were having a seizure. Except no one even saw you. I could barely see you.” He shakes his head, as if something has been fogging his vision.
“I’ll explain on the plane,” you say. Your shoulder is bleeding, but not too badly. “If I ever actually get on there.”
> You continue toward the gate.
They don’t move.
You keep walking, leg muscles braced, ready to stop and turn around.
Your damp, shaking hand holds out the ticket. The agent smiles--a real, human smile--and tells you to have a nice flight. You walk past them and get on the plane. Their eyes never leave you, but they don’t move. Apparently you’ve earned the right to get on the plane.
As you get into the cabin, you halt. There is one in an empty seat. (An empty first-class seat--pretty bloody annoying.) It’s somehow wearing what looks like an expensive pinstriped suit, and the stupid flight attendant is handing him some wine.
In the pocket of the seat in front of you is a postcard showing Times Square. You slide it out and flip it over.
Rest and eat. This ain't finished yet.
Well, isn’t that great. You’d love to eat--if you had any friggin’ food.
This is just so stupid. What’s even the point of it? Goblins. Gremlins, or whatever they are. They’re bright Crayola green--they don’t even look realistic.
Dmitri appears in front of you. “Hi,” he says, but he’s talking to the guy in the middle seat beside you. “I have an exit row seat--would you mind switching so I can sit by my girlfriend?”
The guy is only too happy to switch to an exit row, and soon Dmitri is settled beside you.
“I’m not your girlfriend,” you say. How are you even going to explain this to your boyfriend?
Easy: you won’t. How could you? It’s unexplainable. You’ve become good at knowing which things not to bother Keith with, and this is definitely one of them.
“I know,” Dmitri said. “But I didn’t think he would switch if we were just friends.”
“Well, that’s really stupid.” You probably shouldn’t be taking this out on him, seeing as he rescued you and all, but you are hungry and exhausted and you know he’s about to ask a bunch of questions you can’t answer and you just want this stupid trip to be over already.
“Clara,” he says. “What’s going on, exactly?” Apparently he's figured out that jealous boyfriends aren't generally invisible.
“I don’t know. It just happened.” You explain what you can about the postcards and the goblins. You hand him the postcard, but he finds the handwriting impossible to read--which makes no sense, it’s sloppy, but not that sloppy.
“Do you think they’ll actually kill you?”
"I know they will," you say, because you do.
He takes your hand.
Not long after, you fall asleep.You wake up to the stewardess’ voice.
“Miss Conner, here’s the meal you ordered for this flight.” She seems to be in a hurry, and pulls your tray out for you so she can set it down and attend to something else.
It appears to be a chicken salad sandwich and some chips. Which you definitely did not order.
You realize you’re nauseous again, and incredibly hungry.
Should you eat this incredibly sketchy food?
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Reluctantly, you agree.
“Here.” He takes off his sweatshirt, which is light gray, and you switch wit him. He turns the Braves one inside out so the logo isn’t visible, since they’ve seen it. You switch bags. He has a carryon, and he unzips it and yanks out a scarf his grandmother just gave him as a Christmas present. You loop it around your face.
When the tram slows at C, you look out the windows. Two of them are at the edge of the crowd, about ten feet away. There are about seven tram doors opening.
“He’s here,” you mutter.
“Too close for us to go?”
Dang, it would be easy to say yes. But you don’t. “No, we can probably make it.”
He puts his arm around you, and you put the hood up, making sure none of your hair is visible. You begin walking, heads turned toward each other.
“We’re deep in conversation right now,” you say.
“Yes,” says Dmitri. “And we’re not walking too fast.”
“Because we’re so absorbed in our deep conversation.”
A businessman barrels past you, giving you a look like you’re both idiots. He lets his overly large carryon run over Dmitri’s foot.
But no slappy-slap-slap.
You make it to the escalator. You make it up the escalator. You make it to terminal C, and duck into a bookstore. There is a closed sandwich stand, and you duck behind the counter and sink onto the sticky tile floor.
“So....” says Dmitri. “You’re just going to hang out here for the next two and a half hours?”
You nod. Compared to being violently murdered, it sounds like heaven.
About half an hour before your flight starts boarding, Dmitri goes to get you guys something to eat. When he comes back with Qdoba, he says, “the strangest thing happened. I just got a notification on my phone that my flight is canceled, and I’m rerouted through La Guardia. So I’m on your flight. Weird, huh?”
A shiver of suspicion runs through you. “Yeah, weird,” you say, unwrapping your burrito.
Almost as weird as running into him in the first place.
You put down the burrito. You don’t trust Dmitri.
Actually, you do--you trust the weird little kid you met at camp. You’re just not sure if this guy sitting with you on this disgusting floor is actually him. This whole crazy day has been like something out of a twisted fairy tale, and isn’t there something in fairy tales about not taking food from strangers?
At the same time, you skipped breakfast this morning. You’re so hungry you’re slightly dizzy, even sitting down. You doubt you’ll be able to run or think at your best if you don’t get some nourishment.
Should you eat or not?
> You stuff the burrito in a napkin.
You manage to hide the burrito in your napkin. The edges of your vision blur, and your knees are wobbly, but at least you’re safe.
You and Dmitri decide that the best way to get on the plane is for you to wait until the line is ending and then just run. He will stand near enough to see the gate and then text you when it’s time.
When he texts you, you begin running. No goblins on either side of you. Your hunger disappears--nothing matters except getting on the plane.
They’re behind the desk.
Actually, they’re ON the desk. Waiting. Watching. Two of them.
The ticket agent is laughing, chiding that you aren’t that late.
The ink of your printed-out ticket stains your sweaty hand. You slow down, almost to a stop. Maybe you should miss the plane. If you run fast, maybe you can lose them for long enough to get a cab to the bus station.
But they didn't start chasing you until you got into this Godforsaken airport. Isn't it logical, then, that maybe they'll stop chasing you once you board?
Look at you, trying to apply logic to a situation that's clearly insane. Yeah, that's a real productive use of your time.
They see you. They aren’t coming toward you--but then, why should they? You’re going straight to them.
What do you do?
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You limp onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren’t stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you’re safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge toward the doors, ready to leap out, but it's just a group of middle schoolers in matching sweatshirts and their chaperone. The tram ambles forward.
At the next stop, a guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago, gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You’re no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you’re accustomed to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet people’s eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
This guy, however, sees you.
Probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he’s one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that’s the next level--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they’re in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. “Hi.”
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I’ve seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
“I think we went to camp together.”
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? Damn. You were too panicked to notice.
“Guess not,” he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away slowly.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn’t seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
“Wait,” you say. “Dmitri, right?”
“Yeah. You’re Claire.”
“Clara, actually. That’s my real name.” You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you’re going, and you tell him. He says he’s going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he’s headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. “Are you okay?”
You look down. In addition to the sloppy-looking sweatshirt and the way you're holding your foot, you are sweating profusely. “It’s been...a stressful trip,” you finish lamely.
“How so?”
He seems to know there’s a deeper meaning to that--which isn’t itself strange, Dmitri has always been able to read people pretty well--but you can’t shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you’re being stalked, or just politely brush him off?
> You brush him off.
You have a pleasant conversation until he gets off--at your terminal, but you don't mention that. You ride the tram around the whole airport a few times and then decide to get off at Terminal D, since you assume the goblins are watching the tram stop at Terminal C.
As soon as you get off, they spot you. You try to run, but that works about as well as you’d expect for someone with a broken ankle. They catch you. And they do, indeed, kill you.
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You limp along for a few feet, then dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any particular attention.
You buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend’s parents. Then it’s too hot, so you stuff it into your bag--your bright red bag. After checking your surroundings, you limp over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you’re a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Holy damn, your ankle hurts. Every pulse of pain reminds you that this is real.
Suddenly you see them. Two...things. They’re about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblin’s eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator’s, but shorter--are twitching. They’re sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you’ve put on.
But when you peek again, they’ve passed by.
You pull off the sweater under your sweatshirt and manage to yank it off through the neck.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin slowly following them, dragging your sore ankle as you walk toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. There are creatures behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator, biting back your yelps of pain. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you(or if they do, that you can hop out before they do) or turn and fight?
> You fight, despite the ankle.
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which, despite being soft on the outside, is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You bash with bag.
Yeah, heavy or not, it’s still just a bag, and there are two of them. You manage to hit one, and he seems to get dizzy. The other bites you, and you go down. No one notices you dying.
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Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which, despite being soft on the outside, is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You use the wheelchair.
Picking up the heavy chair with only one reliable leg causes you to lose your balance. Immediately they’re on you. The last thing you see after one of them takes a bite out of you is a woman stepping over your body, as if she can't see you at all.
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Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You use the wheelchair.
The metal of the chair is light enough to swing but hard enough to hurt them. You send one sprawling into the now-moving tram and the other into the path of the crowd getting off the escalator. A few people seem to stumble over their own feet as they step on the goblin, but they--especially a woman in stilettos--injure him badly. Both lie there, bleeding yellow blood. They’re not dead, but both injuries look fatal. Neither of them is going to be in any condition to chase you for the next three hours.
You probably shouldn't feel that triumphant. Sure, there were two of them, but they're three feet tall.
But you do. You've never fought with anyone (or, in this case, anything) in your life. And you won.
> You get on the tram.
You hurry onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren’t stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you’re safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge near the doors, ready to leap out, but none do, and the tram ambles onward.
A guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You’re no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you’re used to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet, for the most part, people’s eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
And yet this guy sees you.
That’s probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he’s one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that’s the next level of this--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they’re in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. “Hi.”
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I’ve seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
“I think we went to camp together.”
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? You can’t remember. You were too panicked to notice.
“Guess not,” he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn’t seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
“Wait,” you say. “Dmitri, right?”
“Yeah. You’re Claire.”
“Clara, actually. That’s my real name.” You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you’re going, and you tell him. He says he’s going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he’s headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. “Are you okay?”
You look down. One of the goblins has ripped your jeans from knee to ankle. Also you are sweating profusely. “It’s been...a stressful trip,” you finish lamely.
“How so?”
He seems to know there’s a deeper meaning to that--which isn’t itself strange, Dmitri's always been able to read people pretty well--but you can’t shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you’re being stalked, or just politely brush him off?
> You trust him...well, a little.
You make up a story about an old boyfriend who is following you and has threatened to kill you. The authorities won’t do anything because the threats are all verbal, and there’s no evidence, and he has a perfect record. Dmitri is skeptical of this at first, but when he sees your fear is real, he starts to believe you.
“So what are you going to do?” he asks.
“Get off at Terminal D, I guess. He's got to be watching Terminal C, since he knows my itinerary.”
“Yeah, but he’s watching for you, right?”
“Yes…”
“So let’s be a couple. He’ll be looking for someone alone, and that terminal should be pretty crowded since it’s a Delta one.”
Should you agree to this, or continue with your original plan?
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You make your way to the galley and show the head flight attendant the postcard, explaining how you came to receive it.
She smiles, turns it over. “The Empire State Building. I’ve been there.”
You snatch it back and flip it to show her the message again. “Yeah, but someone’s threatening to kill me.”
“I love New York.” Her eyes are glazed. “It’s my favorite layover.” She turns to smile at you. Her white teeth glitter.
You show another flight attendant with similar results.
Okay, this isn’t going so well. What should you do? Start screaming for help, or just sit there, like, well, a sitting duck?
> You um, it said not to tell. You're just going to sit quietly and then start running when you get off the plane.
You run for a few hundred feet. No one seems to be coming behind you. Everything seems normal. Just another chaotic airport.
You keep running. Maybe--maybe--this is all a sick joke. Well, probably not. But it could be an idle threat. After all, you’re in public. It shouldn’t be too hard to stay around plenty of witnesses--you’re in a friggin’ airport at Christmastime. This is fine. You can handle this.
You dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any attention.
Just to be safe, you buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend’s parents.
What else will make you stand out? You're carrying a bright red purse.
After checking your surroundings, you walk over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you’re a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Suddenly you see them. Two. They’re about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards. They look like the bad buys in a fairy tale. Goblins, or something.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblins' eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator’s, but shorter--are twitching. Sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you’ve put on.
But when you peek again, they’ve passed by.
You pull off the sweater under your sweatshirt and manage to yank it off through the neck.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin following them. You begin walking toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. Creatures are behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you (or if they do, that you can hop out before they can do the same) or turn and fight?
> You fight!
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which, though soft on the outside, is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You bash with bag.
Heavy or not, it’s still just a bag, and there are two of them. It makes one goblin dizzy, the other bites you, and you go down. Strangely, no one notices you dying.
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The airport is hella crowded, and of course every single face you see is pinched with anxiety, like flying home for Christmas is the most horrific event of their lives. You aren't usually one to use the word vibe, but the whole atmosphere gives you a slightly sick feeling, as if your body is absorbing their stress.
You board the plane for the six-hour flight to your connection, Atlanta. Halfway through, you use the lav.
When you return, there's a postcard on your seat. This one shows a picture of the Empire State Building. You turn it over.
Black, scrawling letters read:
Dear Clara,
When you get off, that’s when I’ll find you.
When I find you, that’s when I’ll kill you.
When you run, better run fast.
When you hide, better hide good.
When you tell, it makes things worse.
Panic clenches your throat. Is this real? Does someone actually want to kill you?
What should you do? Tell the stewardess? Or follow the advice on the postcard?
> You don't Tell
The plane lands.
What should you do--go to the TSA and tell them what’s going on, or just run and hope the killer doesn’t find you?
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You lay down on the sofa, wondering what lays in store for you. No one would go through all this trouble for no reason and you dread learning what that reason is. Does the kidnapper simply want a ransom or do they have something more sinister in mind? You notice there are no windows in this room and the bleak white walls are not helping you stay positive. You can't let fear overcome you, only by thinking rational will you get out of this.
Suddenly the door that was locked opens up and the man who kidnapped you appears, he is holding a tray with a paper bag on it, he appears nervous and is looking down at the tray and not you.
> You say nothing
You say nothing, you are way to nervous that saying the wrong thing will angry him and make your situation worse. He also says nothing and the two of you stare at each like 5th graders at their first dance. Finally the man gets the courage to speak up.
"I'm sorry about this, I promise everything will be explained in time, just relax I have no intention of hurting you and by the end of the week, you'll be home". The kidnapper explains
You stare at the bag on the tray.
"Oh, this is dinner, I got it from this deli called Luca's, the internet said you liked pepperoni calzone and diet soda so I got you that" The kidnapper says while putting down the tray.
"Now that sofa opens up into a bed and in the morning, you'll meet my girlfriend, it won't be so bad"
The man quickly left, closing the door behind him and locking it. You wonder if he is afraid of being caught by the FBI or if he is always like that. You pick up the bag on the tray and take out the contents, sure enough it's a pepperoni calzone and a diet soda. Your stomach growls at the sight of the meal, you are too hungry to care if it's poisonous or not and begin wolfing the down the food. After you've finished you put the tray in a corner and pull the bed out of the sofa . As you lay down, the events of the day race through your mind and you wonder if you'll truly leave this place alive. However you are exhausted and soon you fall asleep.
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You awaken in a small room with a throbbing headache, it takes a moment for things to come into focus. When they do you see a beige sofa and a flat screen tv on the wall. Dust bunnies are on the carpeted floor and there are two doors leading out the room. You try the first door and it is locked, while the second door leads to even smaller bathroom complete with a toilet, shower and sink. You're not quite sure what to do next.
> You shout for help
"SOMEONE HELP" you shout at the top of your lungs.
You scream several more times until you are too tired to shout. After a few minuets nothing happens and you are convinced either no one heard you or if anyone did hear, they have no intention on helping you. You'd figure that was a long shot but was worth a try. So now what?
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Okay, what will you fight him with?
You now have your heavy, hard-sided suitcase, with a large textbook and the statue you planned to give to Keith's parents inside. Despite its weight, you could probably get it over your head, and since it's already in your hand, speed would be on your side.
Nearby is a frail old lady carrying a long umbrella with a fairly pointy metal tip.
Also nearby is a large, heavy metal luggage cart, which you definitely couldn't lift over your head but might do some serious damage if used like a battering ram.
> You ram him with the luggage cart.
You grab one--uh-oh. They’re the kind you have to put coins into in order to make the brakes unlatch. It does almost nothing. The goblin leaps onto the cart and bites your head off.
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Okay, what will you fight him with?
You now have your heavy, hard-sided suitcase, with a large textbook and the statue you planned to give to Keith's parents inside. Despite its weight, you could probably get it over your head, and since it's already in your hand, speed would be on your side.
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> You grab the umbrella.
You pull it out of the old lady’s hands. (She starts going after you, but Dmitri intercedes.) It’s light enough that even as jelly-like as your limbs are, you can lift it easily and aim it toward the goblin’s eye. You miss, but you still give him a hard poke in the forehead--not enough to break the skin, but enough that he toddles back a few steps, tiny eyes blinking.
You use the opportunity to whack him again.
Unfortunately, this seems to wake him up. He comes toward you.
Your friend had a Komodo dragon once. She loved to rub its belly--beneath the scales it was softer than its back or head. You stab his middle with all your might.
Sticky yellow blood gushes out, but he’s still coming. One more hit and he wobbles, then smacks onto the floor.
He’s dead. You’re free.
You feel nothing. Why should you? You should've been free all along.
You and Dmitri step outside. It’s raining, and the only thing out here that isn't gray is the long line of taxis. Ready to take you to the Upper East Side. Except you don't want to go there anymore--if you ever did.
“Where are you headed?” Dmitri asks. He has no bags. He’s going to miss his flight to Philadelphia.
“I don’t know,” you say. “But do you want to come with me?”
The two of you get a taxi and choose a different adventure. Which is, it turns out, the happiest ending of all.
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As soon as you ask him, the goblin laughs. It’s a liquid, disgusting sound. “What kind of story do you think this is? I’m not his goblin. Also, it's 2016--fight your own battles, missy.”
> You nope, not dying here. Let him follow you.
So he follows you. He follows you to your boyfriend’s apartment--to the living room where you make small talk about your trip, into the bathroom while you pee, to the dining room where there is a lovely dinner prepared, into the bedroom where you and your boyfriend sleep. He follows you everywhere, little eyes tracing your every move.
Finally, you decide to fight him. It’s like fighting air.
You try to ignore him. Sometimes it works, but mostly it doesn’t. You can’t sleep. You can’t relax with friends. You can’t even kiss Keith without getting uncomfortable.
Your friends notice your awkwardness, and Keith gets tired of being pushed away. Your grades suffer. You’re alone more and more--alone with it. After about a year, your mind can’t take it anymore. It lets go.
With medication, you become a mindless--if peaceful--mental patient. But whenever they take you off it enough for you to notice your surroundings, what you see is the goblin. Because he never leaves.
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Your damp, shaking hand holds out the ticket. The agent smiles--a real, human smile--and tells you to have a nice flight. You walk past them and get on the plane. Their eyes never leave you, but they don’t move. Apparently you’ve earned the right to get on the plane.
As you get into the cabin, you halt. There's a goblin in an empty seat. (An empty first-class seat--pretty bloody annoying.) It’s somehow wearing what looks like an expensive pinstriped suit, and the stupid flight attendant is handing him some wine.
In the pocket of the seat in front of you is a postcard showing Times Square. You slide it out and flip it over.
Rest and eat.This ain't finished yet.
Well, isn’t that great. You’d love to eat--if you had any friggin’ food.
This is just so stupid. What’s even the point of it? Goblins. Gremlins, or whatever they are. They’re bright Crayola green--they don’t even look realistic.
Dmitri appears in front of you. “Hi,” he says, but he’s talking to the guy in the middle seat beside you. “I have an exit row seat--would you mind switching so I can sit by my girlfriend?”
The guy is only too happy to switch to an exit row, and soon Dmitri is settled beside you.
“I’m not your girlfriend,” you say. How are you even going to explain this whole crazy debacle to your boyfriend?
Easy: you won’t. How could you? It’s unexplainable. You’ve become good at knowing which things not to bother Keith with, and this is definitely one of them.
“I know,” Dmitri said. “But I didn’t think he would switch if we were just friends.”
“Well, that’s really stupid.” You probably shouldn’t be taking this out on him, seeing as he rescued you and all, but you are hungry and exhausted and you know he’s about to ask a bunch of questions you can’t answer and you just want this stupid trip to be over already. “So the only good reason to sit beside someone is if you’re having sex with them? So what if we’re friends? Friends talk. Is having a conversation not a good enough reason to sit beside someone?”
“Clara,” he says. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. It just happened.” You explain what you can about the postcards and the goblins. You hand him the postcard, but he finds the handwriting impossible to read--which makes no sense, it’s sloppy, but not that sloppy.
“Do you think they’ll actually kill you?”
“Yes,” you say. “I do.”
He takes your hand.
Not long after, you fall asleep.You wake up to the stewardess’ voice.
“Miss Conner, here’s the meal you ordered for this flight.” She seems to be in a hurry, and pulls your tray out for you so she can set it down and attend to something else.
It appears to be a chicken salad sandwich and some chips. Which you definitely did not order.
You realize you’re nauseous, and incredibly hungry again.
Should you eat this incredibly sketchy food?
> You know what, whatever. Why the hell not.
You eat, and you immediately you feel better.
When it’s time to get off the plane, the goblin is already gone, just like all the other first-class passengers. A glass with a few traces of red wine is on the tray beside his seat.
You walk through JFK with Dmitri. He holds your hand, watching your face for any sign of them, but there are no goblins.
You get your luggage from baggage claim and turn toward the exit. Outside is a long line of taxis.
In front of the door is a huge goblin. Taller than you. His head is above the archway.
“There’s one there,” you say dully to Dmitri, pointing toward it.
His eyes follow your finger. He squints hard. “I think," he says slowly, "I see a...a shadow.”
There are about ten sets of doors to the taxi line, so you turn toward another one and start hurrying toward it. It probably won’t work, but hey, what do you have to lose?
It doesn’t move. “Go ahead.”
You turn, shocked. They’ve never spoken before.
“If you do, I’ll follow you. I’ll never kill you, but I’ll never stop following.”
Oh. Well, great. Fighting him seems like a losing proposition. Sure, he doesn’t look terribly fast or strong, but you aren’t either--and you’ve got skin, not hard, armor-like scales. Also, he's huge.
But you also can’t let him follow you around forever.
What should you do?
> You know what, this ends now. Fight him.
Okay, what will you fight him with?
You now have your heavy, hard-sided suitcase, with a large textbook and the statue you planned to give to Keith's parents inside. Despite its weight, you could probably get it over your head, and since it's already in your hand, speed would be on your side.
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You step aside and walk around him. Henry's a little surprised.
"Hey faggot, I'm talking to you bitch!" he shouts as you continue to ignore him. Henry hits you in the back of the head with a thrown pencil which you continue to ignore. Sensing his actions aren't getting the desired effect, he stops harassing you.
"Fuck this creepy faggot." Henry mutters to himself and goes in search of different prey.
You attend the last of your classes and then leave the school. You run into your sister outside. She walks up to talk to you.
"Hey, I'm gonna stay with Butch tonight, and I think I might just stay over there permanently, his parents all cool enough to let me stay there. I'll be moving all my stuff out a little bit at a time, but I'll try to be quick, so you can tell that controlling bitch that she won't have to deal with me anymore."
Wow, your sister wasn't joking about moving out.
> You tell her that Butch has been cheating on her again
You suddenly realize that with your sister gone, you'll be the only one there to face Mom. Even you sense that isn't a good thing. Maybe underneath all your automaton type behavior you do have a certain sense of self-preservation. If anything you're concerned about the changes that your sister leaving might bring, and even though you might not show it, you fear change.
You tell your sister about Butch, she gets upset, but isn't really surprised. She'll probably break up with him, only to get back with him later. But for now its enough to convince her not to go move in with him. The status quo is kept in check.
Home life continues as normal, your Mom yells at your sister and she yells back. There's something that is reassuring about that familiarity.
Another day arrives and you feel comfortably numb...
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Your sister is aware of Butch's infidelity, its up to her to leave him. What good would it do to confront him? After all it isn't really your concern.
You finish eating and head back to class. On your way there, you pass Henry. Normally Henry doesn't bother with you, save the occasional name calling, but he's looking for a fight.
"Hey dickhead! I saw you looking at me kicking that faggot Aaron's ass! I know you two fucking butt boys hang out, aren't you pissed off that I kicked your boyfriend's ass?" Henry says getting in your face and pushing you.
> You punch him
When Henry pushes you, you look confused at first, but then your expression turns to anger. Then your emotions soon follow...
You punch Henry straight in the nose causing it to explode in a gout of blood! Henry screams when he sees all that blood gushing from his nose. You don't just stop there though, you then take his pinky finger and break it. At this point you are drawing a crowd, while some others go to fetch a teacher.
You slam Henry's head into the hard ground until his skull cracks. Henry's already unconscious at this point, but you continue to kick him in the stomach until a teacher finally pulls you off, at which point to go quietly.
This act of wild unleashed anger gets you in severe trouble, namely prison for attempted murder. You don't seem to mind though, Its a structured environment that you're used to, and you welcome the chance to unleash your endless pent up anger on your fellow inmates.
Another day arrives in your cell you feel fury...
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Your sister is aware of Butch's infidelity, its up to her to leave him. What good would it do to confront him? After all it isn't really your concern.
You finish eating and head back to class. On your way there, you pass Henry. Normally Henry doesn't bother with you, save the occasional name calling, but he's looking for a fight.
"Hey dickhead! I saw you looking at me kicking that faggot Aaron's ass! I know you two fucking butt boys hang out, aren't you pissed off that I kicked your boyfriend's ass?" Henry says getting in your face and pushing you.
> You tell him you could care less about Aaron
Your detached answer, only causes Henry to believe that you're smarting off to him. He immediately kicks you in the balls and trust me you DO feel that!
He then drags you into the bathroom and beats the hell out of you and leaves you for dead. As you struggle to get your head out of the toilet you lose consciousness due to the massive gash in your head that's bleeding profusely.
Later you're found by the janitor who manages to get you to a hospital just in time for you to live. Not in time for you to have not suffered brain damage though.
Oddly this has an interesting effect on your previous emotional condition. You revert back to a childlike state. Your Mom actually is nicer to you and in general, and sis seems to stop partying as much. Your unfortunate event has inadvertantly brought them closer to each other and to you. Of course you're unaware of such things, you just know that two pretty ladies take care of you.
Another day arrives and you feel playful...
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She's never made any effort to talk to you, so you don't feel the overwhelming need to talk to her. You continue with your work until that class is over.
Lunch time comes around, you expect Aaron to come sit next to you, but he's nowhere to be seen. You wonder if Henry beat him up so bad he had to go home.
As you sit by yourself eating quietly, you overhear Butch at the next table.
"Yeah that fucking bitch sucked my dick last night! Haw Haw!"
Butch is your sister's jock boyfriend, even though they're constantly breaking up and making up. The break ups are mainly due to him cheating on her all the time, but she always ends up forgiving him. You don't know why, even you think your sister could do way better.
Right now Butch is bragging to his buddies about his latest conquest, which apparently wasn't your sister.
> You confront Butch
Probably not the best time to act on your feelings...
You suddenly feel the need to defend your sister's honor by confronting Butch and his six football playing buddies. Needless to say, you don't win that confrontation.
For the most part you're more humilated than beaten beyond recognition. Still, its enough to deter you from displaying emotion ever again, you go back to your low profile emotionless lifestyle. Things are just easier that way for you.
Another day arrives and you feel nothing...
| 3 |
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Its between Henry and Aaron. Why get involved? Henry would just draw his attention to you, and you have no desire for that.
You go to your classes as usual and do your work again as usual. In your computer class you see Jessica. She's one of your sister's friends, but isn't as wild as most of them. Doesn't stop her from being a normal teenager though, assuming you had any idea of what normal is. You don't know what it is about her, but she stirs some kind of feeling inside you. She doesn't really know you at all, other than you're Mary's "creepy" brother.
She looks like she's having difficulty with today's computer lesson.
> You help Jessica
Under different circumstances, this might have worked, but your cold emotionless demeanor is still very much a part of you. When you approach Jessica to help her, she declines and gives you a funny look.
You go back to doing what you were doing. In fact you go about your usual routine for the rest of the day. The fact Jessica turned you down, seems to only make you supress your feelings and retreat into your own world even more. Eventually you go home and go to bed.
Another day arrives and you still feel nothing...
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Mom's strong, she doesn't need you checking up on her. You head to school as normal. What else would you do?
You get to school just in time for you to see Henry the school bully kicking the hell out of your "friend" Aaron. Aaron isn't so much your friend in that he's such a social reject that you're the only one who doesn't treat him like a leper, so he's attached himself to you. Of course you could really care less about him. Sometimes you wish he'd leave you alone, since he only makes you stand out more, when all you want to do is blend into the background.
"Get the fuck up you faggot!" Henry shouts abusively at Aaron while kicking him gleefully.
Aaron looks at you in the hopes that you'll help.
> You help Aaron
Sometimes attempting to do something positive doesn't work out.
You attempt to tell Henry to leave Aaron alone, but that doesn't help you. Henry just gets mad and attacks you instead. His anger for you interfering results in him beating you very badly. In fact you don't survive.
One last breath and then you feel nothing...
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You sit and eat your breakfast quietly while the two argue as usual. It doesn't involve you, so why get into it?
"You little fucking whore! You keep staying out all night, and you can just forget about living under my roof! Go fucking sleep in the street with the rest of the sluts!"
"Oh go fuck yourself Mom! You're just mad because you're a fucking bitter old harpy with nobody in your fucking life!"
"Why you fucking little bitch!" your Mom says and slaps your sister across the face.
Your sister holds her face and shuts up. She picks up her school stuff and heads toward the door, before exiting she says one last thing, before slamming the door.
"Don't worry Mom, I'm not staying in this fucking house another day!"
You finish up your breakfast, your Mom doesn't even acknowledge you're there, she leaves the kitchen in a huff rather quickly.
She must be really pissed.
> You go check on Mom
For some reason you feel the urge to check on Mom, you head towards her room.
She's crying. You've never seen her like this! You've always known her to be a hard tough woman, its a little shocking to see this side of her.
She notices you and quickly wipes her eyes and reverts back to her old self.
"What the hell are you doing here?! Get the fuck to school!!"
> You attempt to reach out to her
You ignore her abuse, you now know her lashing out is merely a reflection of her own unhappiness. You continue to ask what's wrong and that you're only here to help.
Your genuine concern and her vulnerable state seems to cause her to open up a bit. She breaks down and says how, she's sorry for failing as a parent, and how she's losing your sister, and she doesn't want to lose you either.
You tell her if perhaps she was less controling, things might be better. You say you'll see what you can do about sis. Your Mom thanks you and after a few more hugs and reassurances, you rush off to school. On your way there, your emotions are a little less surpressed. You feel like you have a goal to accomplish now.
You get to school a little late, which results in you getting sent to the principal's office where you run into Henry, the school bully. He's there for beating someone up as usual. He gives you a dirty look and the finger.
> You attempt to reach out to him
That routine might work on those close to you, but not on anti-social miscreants who hate your guts!
As you attempt to ask why Henry feels the need to be hostile to everyone, his expression turns to repulsion. He thinks you're hitting on him.
"What the fuck are you, some fucking faggot or something?" he says and then attacks you right in the principal's office! He beats you pretty bad before the principal manages to get him off of you. You end up having to go to the hospital.
Your sister and Mom come to visit you and they get into an even bigger arguement resulting in a physical fight. Any goal you had of trying to patch up your family has been shattered forever. You don't seem to care anymore though, you realize playing peacemaker was a fool's quest anyway. Look what it got you. You fall asleep keeping that thought in mind.
You wake up the next day in your hospital bed and you feel nothing...
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You all sit at the table, staring at each other. You're acting as a mediator. Mom and sis start out calmly, but it quickly escalates into name calling and criticism. The usual insults. You put a stop to it and demand that they get along! Family is the most important thing and you won't just let them dismiss it. You remind them both that things haven't always been this bad between them. You remind them of the good times that you all have had at one time. Good times that have occurred much too rarely and much too long ago.
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Your speech is probably the most emotional thing either of them has heard from you in years. Hell, they didn't even know you had any emotions anymore. You always did though they were just repressed, but no longer.
Your Mom and sis also begin to cry at this point. Many apologies are exchanged.
> You group hug
You all gather in a circle and hug one another. This is the closest you've all been in years and its all thanks to you.
As you hug your Mom begins to rub her hands up and down your back, she then kisses you on the lips...passionately. You're a little surprised. Your sister then puts your hand on her ass, looks lovingly at Mom and kisses her as well.
Of course! This makes sense now! You all alway felt greater intimacy for each other, but society's laws forbade it, and you all grew detached and hostile to each other because of it. But now that barrier has been shattered forever and you're able to pursue this love.
Things eventually end up in the bedroom where you all express your love for each other in a physical way. You know that after tonight your family will be closer in ways you never dreamed about. After all family is the most important thing.
Another day arrives, you wake up beside your sister and Mom and you feel complete euphoria...
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You decide to first shoot the 2nd floor terrorist and send the bomb disposal expert. A sniper takes out the 2nd floor terrorist. The rest of the terrorists seem not to notice. You send in the bomb disposal expert through a fire escape collumn at the side of the building. He gets to the location and as he attempts to tinker with it another terrorist gets into the room and shoots your expert. Immediately he rushes to arm the bomb and is shot too by your sniper as he runs away. Hostages begin running out of the building but as they run out, an explosion tears the yard around the buidling throwing away debris .
You are thrown away by the force and find yourself in a nearby ditch after a while. You stand up and look around, your ears ringing from the explosion.
Your entire team is wiped out.
You limp towards the entrance of the building to inspect the building. Debris is scattered all over the floor and the hall is obscured by a plume of smoke and dust settling from the explosion. you manage to reach the open vault. It has been plundered with cash bundles strewn on the floor. Its seems the robbers stole what they could carry.
You limp back to the banking hall and notice a hole on the ground but before you approach it you notice your leg is bleeding profusely and tear off a piece of cloth from the debris to bandage the wound. Just then an ambulance parks at the front entrance with its sirens blaring. A paramedic runs into the bank and looks around the bank for survivors that might need help.
He runs back towards you. "You don't look good," he proclaims as he proceeds to examine your leg."You need to go to hospital.'' You barely hear his voice.
Out of confusion you don't say a word. Your ears are still ringing from the explosion. Just then you remember that your second team was laying an ambush at the end of the tunnels. The medic holds your hand towards the exit and you see a police vehicle idling with its doors open. You could easily jump into the vehicle and drive to the ambush site but your leg hurts
> You go to hospital
You decide to let your assistant handle the situation. You get onto the ambulance and go to hospital. You later learn that the ambush team was wiped out in the attack and another 10 police officers were killed by explosives. A total of 112 million dollars was stolen from the bank.
You are tried for negligence and lose your job over the your team and the police officers' deaths.
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You call your assistant and assign him an assault team of 10 strong. You send them to the septic tank and brief them. The team leaves and lays ambush at the location.
As the second team drives away enroute to their location they catch a glimpse of a bomb set near the second floor window manned by one of the terrorists and let you know about it. You call your bomb expert and brief him. He examines the location and confirms that it was indeed a bomb. He tells you the good news that the bomb had to be manually set off to go off after a 5 minute timed delay.
You wonder whether it is better to shoot the 2nd floor terrorist first and send the bomb expert to dispose it but risk a panic by the terrorist who may shoot the hostages or
Take out the 2nd floor terrorist during the surprise attack and takeover the building without risking the hostage deaths by shooting
> You surprise attack
You decide a coordinated surprise attack would be more effective in arresting the fallout from the hostage situation.
You order your sniper to shoot the terrorist on 2nd floor and shoot anyone entering the room when the attack commences. You give the command and the attack is made. All hostages run out of the building but the terrorist disappear through the underground water tunnels. You alert your team laying ambush to expect company at their end.
You jump into a waiting car and rush to the ambush site
| 4 |
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The building was renovated a decade ago and the old waterways were sealed with waterproof cement. It had remained unused for the period of time. The drainage had a diameter of about a meter and led to an abandoned septic tank 3 blocks away.
> You ignore waterway and focus on the current location
You decided the waterway is too old and is sealed. In addition you know that the terrorists were most likely to use the hostages to escape. It would be a waste of resources to send another team to the septic tank and you would rather focus your attention on the current location
> You prisoner release
After 20 minutes the prisoner has boarded the plane and is airborne. You inform the terrorists that their prisoner is airborne. The terrorists demand that the plane land at a secondary private airstrip near the border and be handed to a team waiting to transfer him to a jet.
You weigh your options. If you complied with their actions,the prisoner is likely to escape since you were not allowed to pursue targets across the border, otherwise it would spew diplomatic rows as it would be seen as an act of war.
If you detained the prisoner, the terrorists are likely to kill all the hostages at the bank. Both options were not tenable but a choice had to be made
> The bluff
You decide to release the prisoner and decide to accompany the team escorting the prisoner to the strip. You get to the airstrip and find a jet ready to leave. You realize there is no way of retaining the prisoner and that the best way is to first ensure safe custody of hostages.The prisoner embarks on the jet and you rush back to the plane to coordinate the hostage release. As your plane nears the city you see a billow of black smoke rising to the sky.
You learn that your entire team has been wiped out. As you are still pondering, your cell phone rings. It is your brother's wife calling.You pick up the call and listen.
"Halo........he is gone, he is gone" sobs your sister in law
"who is gone? where...." You ask
"Tim was killed in the attack"she answers and continues to cry until the line goes dead.
You hold your head in anguish
Later on you discover that the prisoner release was a trick diversion to draw your attention away from the bank. A large consignment of cash was stolen through abandoned underground waterways and the bombs set off anyway by a group believed to be ex-military personnel.
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You decide that its not worth losing hostages over a single prisoner. Furthermore, it would be easier to trace a group of escaping terrorists running across the country with all the inter-agency resources at your disposal.
You call the Director and he shares your views after assurance of the mission's success. You promise him that you would not let the terrorists escape. He barks vehemently on the phone and lets you know that if they escape you would be answerable.
You immediately call back the terrorists and inform them of the decision to comply with their demands. The terrorists demand that their prisoner be put on a plane to a destination that would be disclosed once the plane was airbound. You make the arrangements and go back to looking at the floor plans.
You notice an underlying old waterway below the building's blue print.
> You ignore the waterway and focus on coordinating the release
You decided the waterway is too old and is sealed. In addition you know that the terrorists were most likely to use the hostages to escape. It would be a waste of resources to send another team to the septic tank and you would rather focus your attention on the current location.
> You prisoner release
The terrorists demand for their prisoner to be put on a plane whose destination would be disclosed once it was airborne.
After 20 minutes the prisoner has boarded the plane and is airborne. You inform the terrorists that their prisoner is airborne. The terrorists demand that the plane land at a secondary private airstrip near the border and be handed to a team waiting to transfer him to a jet.
You weigh your options. If you complied with their actions,the prisoner is likely to escape since you were not allowed to pursue targets across the border, otherwise it would spew diplomatic rows as it would be seen as an act of war.
If you detained the prisoner, the terrorists are likely to kill all the hostages at the bank. Both options were not tenable but a choice had to be made
> The bluff
You decide to release the prisoner and decide to accompany the team escorting the prisoner to the strip. You get to the airstrip and find a jet ready to leave. You realize there is no way of retaining the prisoner and that the best way is to first ensure safe custody of hostages.The prisoner embarks on the jet and you rush back to the plane to coordinate the hostage release. As your plane nears the city you see a billow of black smoke rising to the sky.
You learn that your entire team has been wiped out. In addition, a cash consignment of 112 million dollars has been stolen from the bank by the robbers who escaped through underground waterways. The prisoner release was a ruse to distract you from the escape.
You are tried for negligence and for the death of your team.
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You run to the kitchen where your wife is cooking. She smiles as she sees you. You quickly peck her on the cheek and you tell her that you have an urgent work situation. She understands and bids you goodbye.
You rush out and jump onto your SUV and pull away from the parking lot in a hurry. 15 minutes later you get to your designated location and notice a number of police vehicles with their hazard lights on. Your team is already on site and awaiting further orders. You alight half running and your assistant Special agent in charge hands you your protective gear and gun. He briefs you on the situation on site and waits for your command. You assess the situation including all exit routes from the building.
The terrorists have held hostage a total of 27 customers and 12 employees of the bank.They demand that a well known terrorist be released or hostages will be executed by the hour. You learn that the terrorists had planned their stay with enough food supplies for 3 days and were not planning to leave anytime. Delaying tactics would not work.
You look at your watch and you only have 4 minutes until the 1st hostage is executed. Your assistants holds the line for the Director National Security Branch, just in case you decide to negotiate.
"We are running out of time sir" He urges
Snipers were in position and the team had also taken the front and back entrances
> You launch a surgical strike with unknown casualties
You decide to launch a surgical strike but you don't know the number of casualties that would be injured . As you read through your plan for the final time you notice some old abandoned underground waterways beneath the building.
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Its a sunny Saturday morning, you are sitted on the staircase to your home sipping coffee and mulling over the day's newspaper after your routine morning run. Its a your rest day and you plan on tucking in the whole day having had 2 long weeks. Its been 2 years since you left the military and joined the Anti-Terrorism Unit having earned a medal of honor for saving your team from what would have been an overwhelming annihilation from enemy forces in Syria.
Non-military life had its perks-relaxed time frames, more family time, no foreboding barking of commands and best of all a near-predictable life routine. Your walkie-talkie is rested on the floor next to you, just in case there were any alerts on the events frequency.
Just then it chuckles to life as you turn a page on the newspaper.
> You do not pick up walkie-talkie
You look at the walkie-talkie. Its not your job since you are on rest. You had promised your wife to stay at home and play with the kids. More so, there were other Special Agents in charge to lead the team.You turn to the next page and proceed to read the news paper ignoring the call.
The line goes quiet and you forget the whole incident. You can smell something sweet coming from the kitchen and you cant wait to have the good meal.
> You perfect rest day
It has been the perfect rest day. You lie on the couch and switch on the Television. There is breaking news showing terrorism attack in your city. 139 civilians and 23 agents of the Anti-terrorism Unit are reported dead from an explosion that rocked a bank in your city. The terrorists are said to have demanded for release of a well known prisoner but the security forces decided to launch an attack to rescue the hostages. Unknown to them, the whole building had been rigged to blow in case a rescue mission was attempted.
You shoot to your feet, mouth agape as you take in the bad news. Your whole team has been wiped out in the attack. As you are still pondering, your cell phone rings. It is your brother's wife calling.
You pick up the call and listen.
"Halo........he is gone, he is gone" sobs your sister in law
"who is gone? where...." You ask
"Tim was killed in the attack"she answers and continues to cry until the line goes dead.
You fall onto the couch and hold your head in anguish
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INTRODUCTION: This game is stupid, unrealistic, and not time specific at all. There will be weird references to things that haven't happened yet, misplaced musical cues, and a bunch of other lazy mistakes. Hopefully it will be fun, though. Try to do the stupid stuff, as it's usually funnier. Dying doesn't matter much and please don't take this too seriously. Good luck!
Also, you'll come across items which represent proficiencies that will enable you to overcome certain obstacles you'll face in the story or alternatively cooler ways to solve problems. Click them once, and you'll take them. You don't need to use an item, it'll just unlock alternative choices throughout the plot.
If you like music, we have also developed a few minute-long tracks to further induce the trance-like state that the '90s should provide for you. download them here. You'll know you've unlocked a song when some text at the top of a node tells you. Or, feel free to just play the songs whenever you feel if it helps you get immersed.
Like This if Time Travel is Real and I'm in the '90s Again
The calming glow of your computer screen splays a dim light across a complete collection of Nicktoon posters. You’ve liked your last 90s Remembrance page for the night, and close Facebook before settling back for another viewing of Jerry McGuire. You’re 46 years old, your parents are dead, and Tony just got married. You reopen Facebook, idly spitting some tobacco into your Catdog Licensed Cup, and navigate to Tony’s page. Wow, looks like he just got another award for some bullshit science achievement. You’re sure mom and dad would be proud of him, just like they always were. Rocco jumps on your lap, purring excitedly, as she can sense some hot fire about to be spat on your idiot brother’s face.
> You download them here
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You nod and say okay unemotionally. Your sister looks at you a little worried.
"You know, you should get out of that house too. I mean look at what Mom has done to you. You're a fucking emotionless robot! You just do everything Mom tells you. Is that really how you want to go through life?"
You don't say anything.
"Look, take care of yourself and remember that you don't need to do everything that Mom says."
She hugs you goodbye and leaves.
You head back home and when Mom comes back home from work you explain what happened to your sister. Your Mom looks angry, but also relieved, almost as if having her out of the house is a blessing.
"Good, that little disobedient bitch can stay gone then. Well what are you doing still standing around for? You know you have work to do around the house!"
> You disobey Mom
You tell her no.
She slaps you. "What was that?"
You don't make anymore trouble, and do what you're told. Your sister's advice only got you punished, and what has her rebellious nature gotten her? She's been kicked out of the house. No, rules are made to be followed. To disobey invites punishment. You go to bed remembering that fact of life.
Another day arrives, and you feel nothing...
| 2 |
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You know that subtlety is going to be required here. This information can help bring your family together, but you have to do it right.
You attend your classes as usual, eventually school ends and you see your sister. You immediately reveal this information to her. She looks very upset, yet not entirely surprised. This certainly isn't the first time he's done this. She just keeps forgiving him, and taking him back. She was planning on staying with him to get away from Mom, but now she's conflicted.
You explain what happened with Mom after she left. Your sister looks skeptical, but knows even though you're a bit emotionless, you've never lied to her. Plus your latest deed has put you in better standing with her. Your sister agrees to give getting along with Mom a chance.
You both go home and wait for Mom to get off work. Mom arrives, she's a little more calmer, but you know this is a volitile situation.
> You let Mom and sis work it out themselves
You seriously can't expect these two to work it out themselves without your help! You were the architect in all this and now you've just going to abandon your project? You're either naively optimistic or you don't want it bad enough. In either case your lack of commitment shows in a spectacular way.
Your Mom and sister eventually start disagreeing in a physical way, when this occurs you attempt to break them up. Unfortunately Mom happened to have a butcher knife at the time, you get in the way and Mom accidently stabs you right in the throat.
You feel a sharp pain briefly then you feel nothing...
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For some reason you feel the urge to check on Mom, you head towards her room.
She's crying. You've never seen her like this! You've always known her to be a hard tough woman, its a little shocking to see this side of her.
She notices you and quickly wipes her eyes and reverts back to her old self.
"What the hell are you doing here?! Get the fuck to school!!"
> You go to school
You obey and go to school. There was a real opportunity to change things here, but you failed to take advantage.
The rest of your day pretty much follows the same pattern until you come home and go to bed.
Another day arrives and you feel nothing...
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You head downstairs, like you always do. No point in breaking tradition.
When you get downstairs your Mom is arguing with your 17 year old sister as usual. She isn't like you at all, she's popular for one thing, but then again being a very pretty and extroverted will do that for a person.
She's a bit of a wild child though which your domineering mother can't stand. You wonder why your sister acts the way she does, Mom's just trying to look out for her.
They're really arguing today.
> You side with Mom
You know Mom's just looking out for the best interest of your sister, and you say as much. Your Mom looks a little surprised as does your sister, who then gets really angry.
"Fuck the both of you! You don't know me! You're a fucking cold hearted bitch who's wallowing in her own loneliness and you're her fucking lap dog who does everything she says!" you sister screams.
"Maybe because he actually cares about my feelings! Unlike you, you little slut!" your Mom says and then slaps her. Your sister looks like she might attempt to slap your Mom back, but your presence stops her. Instead she runs out the door, with one last comment.
“I’m leaving this fucking house of insanity! The both of you two can go straight to hell!” she says slamming the door.
Your Mom waves her hand in disgust and then turns to you.
“Thanks for taking my side. You’re such a good son.” She says and then hugs you, you return the gesture.
“Okay now head off to school, I have to go to work.”
> You head to school
As you obey Mom, your budding emotions seem to shrink back again. Maybe it was just a fluke that you acted like you did, because you certainly don't display any follow up feelings towards Mom or anyone else the entire day.
Your day follows as unemotional as usual until you go home and go to bed.
Another day arrives and you feel nothing...
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You know Mom's just looking out for the best interest of your sister, and you say as much. Your Mom looks a little surprised as does your sister, who then gets really angry.
"Fuck the both of you! You don't know me! You're a fucking cold hearted bitch who's wallowing in her own loneliness and you're her fucking lap dog who does everything she says!" you sister screams.
"Maybe because he actually cares about my feelings! Unlike you, you little slut!" your Mom says and then slaps her. Your sister looks like she might attempt to slap your Mom back, but your presence stops her. Instead she runs out the door, with one last comment.
“I’m leaving this fucking house of insanity! The both of you two can go straight to hell!” she says slamming the door.
Your Mom waves her hand in disgust and then turns to you.
“Thanks for taking my side. You’re such a good son.” She says and then hugs you, you return the gesture.
“Okay now head off to school, I have to go to work.”
> You ask Mom to drive you
Your Mom again looks surprised, but also a little happy.
"Well okay, its on my way to work. Are you sure you want me too though? Won't it embarass you in front of your friends?"
Mom sure doesn't know you very well at all. You don't really have any. Of course even if you did, you wouldn't care.
Your Mom drives you to school just like you remember she used to when you were little. She always seemed a lot happier back then. She almost looks that happy again right now.
As she drops you off, she lets you out, but before she does, she kisses you goodbye...on the lips.
As she drives off, you're left feeling a little strange. You've never been very emotional, but something in you has changed. You head to your classes a little preoccupied, until Jessica comes up to you in computer class.
"Hey, can you help me with this?" she asks.
> You help Jessica
You kind of don't want to think about your Mom kissing you the way she did. It makes you uncomfortable. You take the opportunity to help Jessica to take your mind off of things.
As you help Jessica, she thanks you and becomes more friendly. She says she's always wondered about you, since you're very different than your sister who she's friends with. You open up a bit more than you normally would probably because you're still trying to get your mind off of Mom.
Its probably what makes you blurt out asking Jessica for a date after school. Jessica's a little surprised, but accepts.
When the class ends you realize you've just recieved a date with the one girl who seemed to stir some emotions in you. You begin to shake and rush to the bathroom to throw up. This is all a lot to take in. Your Mom kissed you on the lips and now you have a date with the girl of your dreams for all intense and purposes. You don't feel very hungry so you spend your lunch hour working on something for another class.
You attend the rest of your classes and eventually school comes to an end, and Jessica meets you outside.
Your emotions are all mixed up and your mind is going a mile a minute.
> You take her home
You tell her you want her to meet your Mom. You still got her on your mind. You have to show her that what she wants can't occur! And by bringing Jessica home, you'll be able to show that. Of course you're really nervous about what's going to happen. You barely manage to keep yourself from throwing up again.
Jessica meanwhile is a little puzzled by your choice of "date" but agrees. You get home and you and Jessica talk for a little while longer getting to know each other better, but still in the back of your head you worry about Mom.
Then she arrives. And she looks really surprised to see you with a girl in the house. Speechless in fact.
> You introduce Jessica
You muster up all your inner strength and introduce Jessica to Mom.
Mom is surprisingly cordial. You don't get it, you thought she'd be mad. Maybe she realized that what she wanted to pursue with you was wrong, and is glad you found someone to be with in a healthy relationship. Your nervousness decreases almost completely. Your Mom leaves you and Jessica alone, your previous niceness to her has put her in a good enough mood to let you have some fun, especially since you don't cause much trouble.
Eventually you take Jessica home, and despite having a rather strange first date, she agrees to see you tomorrow and you promise to really take her somewhere.
You go home thinking about today's events. You still have a great deal of devotion to your Mom, but are glad it wasn't taken to THAT level. You wonder though, Jessica looks a lot like your Mom when she was younger. Is that why you were attracted to her?
You don't want to dwell on that too much! You go to bed.
Another day arrives and you feel slightly warped...
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You tell her you want her to meet your Mom. You still got her on your mind. You have to show her that what she wants can't occur! And by bringing Jessica home, you'll be able to show that. Of course you're really nervous about what's going to happen. You barely manage to keep yourself from throwing up again.
Jessica meanwhile is a little puzzled by your choice of "date" but agrees. You get home and you and Jessica talk for a little while longer getting to know each other better, but still in the back of your head you worry about Mom.
Then she arrives. And she looks really surprised to see you with a girl in the house. Speechless in fact.
> You beg for Mom's forgiveness
You suddenly lose it. You beg for Mom's forgiveness. Your devotion to your Mom is too great and if she wants you as a lover as well then you'll comply.
You say all this while groveling at her feet weeping. Jessica AND your Mom look at each other and then slowly back away from you.
You look up, and see Jessica run past your Mom and out the door saying "Ewwwwww! I KNEW you were creepy!"
Your Mom tells you to stay away from her. You comply but you don't understand why. You thought she had those feelings for you. She asks where the hell did you get a sick fucking idea like that. You mention the kiss.
"It was a peck on the lips! Nothing more!" Your Mom shouts. You suddenly feel very very small. You curl up in a ball not knowing what to think anymore.
Your Mom sees that you need many years of professional help and eventually has you put away in an institution where drugs work wonders on your screwed up thought process. No more emotions. Back to normal.
Another day in your cell and you feel nothing...
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You kind of don't want to think about your Mom kissing you the way she did. It makes you uncomfortable. You take the opportunity to help Jessica to take your mind off of things.
As you help Jessica, she thanks you and becomes more friendly. She says she's always wondered about you, since you're very different than your sister who she's friends with. You open up a bit more than you normally would probably because you're still trying to get your mind off of Mom.
Its probably what makes you blurt out asking Jessica for a date after school. Jessica's a little surprised, but accepts.
When the class ends you realize you've just recieved a date with the one girl who seemed to stir some emotions in you. You begin to shake and rush to the bathroom to throw up. This is all a lot to take in. Your Mom kissed you on the lips and now you have a date with the girl of your dreams for all intense and purposes. You don't feel very hungry so you spend your lunch hour working on something for another class.
You attend the rest of your classes and eventually school comes to an end, and Jessica meets you outside.
Your emotions are all mixed up and your mind is going a mile a minute.
> You go to the movies
You want to avoid Mom for as long as possible! You take Jessica to the movies.
You and Jessica get some food and sit to watch the film. You can't seem to relax. You're still anxious and nervous about going home. You begin not to feel well again. Just as Jessica asks you what's wrong, you puke up popcorn and gummy bears all over her.
"EWWWWWWWW!" she screams and runs out of the theatre.
Not really knowing what to do next you head home, still worrying over what Mom is going to do. When you get home, Mom sees you and starts screaming. She asks where the hell you've been. You say the movies, to which she screams at you some more for saying you never told her you were going there and you need to check in with her first. You'll be getting kicked out of the house like your sister, if you feel the need to disobey the rules she continues to say.
This seems like the Mom you know and are comfortable with! You guess you were mistaken about Mom's feelings towards you and that relieves you. You don't feel as nervous now, it reverts back into that familar numb feeling again. You decide that acting out of your normal routine was a great risk that nearly drove you over the edge. You won't be doing that again.
Another day arrives and once again you feel nothing...
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You barely acknowledge Jessica's presence. She's one of your sister's friends anyway, which makes you even less inclined to help her. You say something about being really busy and having a lot to do on your own computer right now. As Jessica leaves, you continue to think about Mom, and that kiss.
Lunch time comes around and you sit to ponder it even more, fortunately without your idiot "friend" Aaron buzzing in your ear. You hear your sister's boyfriend Butch bragging at the next table about some chick he slept with last night, that apparently wasn't your sister. This is why your sister SHOULD listen to Mom! She knows what's best, and knows how to protect you from bad people.
Lunch ends and you attend the rest of your classes without incident. Finally after school lets out, you run into your sister. She sees you, but refuses to talk to you.
> You ignore her and go home
Your sister is hopeless. You feel anger towards your sister, you can see that she doesn't appreciate all the sacrifices Mom makes for her. You hope she does move out, that'll leave you and Mom more time to spend together.
You head home and wait for Mom to arrive. When she steps in, you hug her as she comes in the door, she hugs you back.
She tells you to do some chores, but you don't mind, in fact you're happy to do them. You and Mom talk a little more than you normally do at dinner, now that your sister is out of the way and not around to cause trouble everything is good, and you feel wanted for the first time in your life.
You talk into the night with her, until she tells you its time to go to bed.
> You go to bed
You do what Mom says and go to bed. You wonder if you should've pursued another path, with her, but you quickly dismiss such thoughts. You realize that if Mom wanted anything else from you, she would've told you. For now, she wants you to be a good and obedient son, just like you've always been. No strange thoughts, just total subservience to her. Submission of your will to her, emotions just make things more complicated. You make it a promise to yourself to do just that.
Another day breaks, and once again you feel nothing...
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Your sister is hopeless. You feel anger towards your sister, you can see that she doesn't appreciate all the sacrifices Mom makes for her. You hope she does move out, that'll leave you and Mom more time to spend together.
You head home and wait for Mom to arrive. When she steps in, you hug her as she comes in the door, she hugs you back.
She tells you to do some chores, but you don't mind, in fact you're happy to do them. You and Mom talk a little more than you normally do at dinner, now that your sister is out of the way and not around to cause trouble everything is good, and you feel wanted for the first time in your life.
You talk into the night with her, until she tells you its time to go to bed.
> You insist on talking more
You want to stay up all night talking with your Mom, you've never felt closer to her than you ever have in your entire life. Underneath her cold exterior, you can see a gentle and caring woman. She's just lonely...
Your Mom says she has to go to work tomorrow and has to go to bed herself. She says you can stay up though if you want, but not to bitch about it when she wakes you up tomorrow.
She leaves, and you feel a little confused, you're not sure how to proceed.
> You watch TV
You sit and watch TV dejectedly and wonder about what just happened.
Could it be that you imagined things? Let it run wild? You suddenly realize what has been occurring in your mind. And it isn't right. You realize you've been thinking VERY sick thoughts about your mother. You couldn't help it though, she seemed so nice to you today...
But no! You have to supress these feelings! Its the only way. you struggle all night with your derranged mind until you fall asleep with the TV still on.
The next day you awake, something's different...it worked.
You feel nothing...
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You want to stay up all night talking with your Mom, you've never felt closer to her than you ever have in your entire life. Underneath her cold exterior, you can see a gentle and caring woman. She's just lonely...
Your Mom says she has to go to work tomorrow and has to go to bed herself. She says you can stay up though if you want, but not to bitch about it when she wakes you up tomorrow.
She leaves, and you feel a little confused, you're not sure how to proceed.
> You follow her
You realize that she wants YOU to take the initiative! She already showed she was interested. She called you a good son, she kissed you, and now she's hinted about going to bed. It doesn't get anymore obvious to you.
She loves you the same way you love her...
You enter her room and see her sleeping. You slide into bed next to her. You feel like when you used to crawl into her bed when you were scared of the dark as a little kid. And much like then, you feel so safe being this close to her. She doesn't seem to mind, she cuddles up next to you, but she's still asleep.
> You go to sleep
You just want to be next to her. Nothing wrong with that. As you drift off to sleep, your Mom begins grinding even closer on to you. There's no doubt that she doesn't know who you are now...
Somehow it doesn't matter. She wakes you up with a kiss. Her loneliness for physical pleasure is too great and her love for you is too strong. This feels so right to you. You realize why the girls at school never "did it" for you, it was always Mom you lusted for, you've always known, and now its all coming true. She begins to mount you and guides your hands all over her body. She is your teacher, she is your master, she is your life.
You and Mom spend a night of hot taboo passion as your virgin seed enters the very womb that bore you. You fall asleep nestled in her protective bosom, just like when you were a baby.
The next day you feel much different. You FEEL. You're not repressed anymore. Your love for your Mom, is now finally out and she knows about it and feels the same way. Of course this will have to be your little secret, but right now all that's important is:
Its another day and you feel love...
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Finally you are back home in Los Angeles, the press had been hounded you non-stop. Granted as an A-list star, they hound you all the time anyway, but after the whole kidnapping event, they have been doubling their efforts. Thankfully your house has the best security money can buy and you don't have to worry about them for the moment. You never turned in Martin and Jeanette, you even begin to see them as good people. Soon your kidnapping isn't the top story and it gets less and less media attention. After a month the news stops talking about it altogether, some other celebrity is caught in a scandal and the world turns their attention to that. Another month later you learn through sources that Kate has died from her cancer, you wonder if should attend her funeral or not
> You do not attend funeral
Going back to Destiny Hill would just be too risky, if you caught being there, the rumors will start again that you staged everything and this time people would start to believe them. Not to mention you'd be putting Martin and Jeanette at risk. You send them flowers and a sympathy card signed "L.N.", you also have the funeral coasts taken care of. Your career goes back to way it was before. A year later your next album is called "Stockholm Syndrome" and gets positive reviews. You dedicate the album to Kate, people begin talking about who this Kate could be.
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Two wrongs don't make a right, it is tragic what is happening to Martin's sister, but that's no excuse for holding someone against their will.
"You have my sympathy, but I'm not going to do this for you" You firmly tell him.
Martin's face appears to be on the brink of tears.
"I had a feeling you'd say that, I suppose there is no point in holding you here, you can leave"
You are bit shocked how easily Martin gives up.
"You're not worried I'll turn you in the police?" you say, instantly realizing that wasn't the smartest question to ask.
"Soon my sister will be dead,being free or in jail won't change the grief I will feel"
Martin sits down on the lawn, coming to terms with reality. His goal was to make his dying sister happy and he had failed. He doesn't pay any attention to you as you make your way to the road. Eventually you come across a police car and flag them down. You are rushed to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course. At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physical you are fine, mentally you are worn out and have anxiety, which you can't say surprises you. The root of your anxiety isn't actually the kidnapping but the decision to turn Martin in or not, before you would have turn him in a second, but now that you know the situation he is facing you don't know.
> You don't turn Martin in
You are overcome with enough guilt over refusing to do the concert, you don't need more by having Martin arrested. Besides you figure Martin is already suffering enough You lie to the police saying you don't know the name of the kidnapper and don't remember the house. After a few days you are back home in Los Angeles. A few months later you learn through sources that Martin's sister, Kate has passed away, you anonymously send flowers.
As for your career, the guilt continues to haunt you effecting the quality of your songs and future performances. In a few years the world turns its attention to a new singer and you are labeled a "has been". Luckily you've always been good with your money and enjoy a good if obscure life.
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It’s officially winter break. You stumble toward your dorm room, brain turned to mush from taking five exams in three days.
All you have to do is grab your suitcase, and then you’ll be on your way to NYC to stay with your boyfriend, Keith, and his parents for Christmas. You’ve never met them, but he’s told you that they have a large, luxurious apartment with a pool--which sounds awesome, but intimidating.
Anyway.
Keith, the lucky son of a gun, has already flown out. (He’s a creative writing major. His exams consist of writing poems about his childhood and writing essays about the meaning of life.)
You pause in the hallway (which is empty--almost everyone else has finished exams and gotten the heck out of here.) Like every college dorm room in every movie ever, there's a whiteboard on your door.
Now there's an "I Heart NY" magnet on there. The magnet holds a postcard with a photo of the Statue of Liberty. You're pretty sure it wasn't there when you left this morning.
> You take the postcard from the board.
In thick black Sharpie, it says
“Dear Clara,
If you leave, I’ll go too. So I can kill you.”
No exclamation point. Like it’s a fact.
So, um...that happened. You aren't real big on taking risks...but then again, is this a risk or a weird joke?
> You why take chances? Stay and watch Netflix.
Why take chances? You were nervous about meeting his family anyway. You don’t go.
Your boyfriend is mad at you for about a month afterward, and you start to regret how cowardly you were--both about the note and meeting his parents. You clearly don’t have the capacity to think for yourself--and you’re selfish.
In May, Keith gets a middle-management job at his dad’s company, which was always the unspoken plan (though Keith told people at parties that he was an aspiring writer.) He moves to New York City, and you are so bent on redeeming yourself for not coming to see him at Christmas that you follow him out there without really considering that you aren't in love with him anymore.
A year later, you're engaged, and a year after that, you marry him. His father’s company promotes him quickly (so quickly his colleagues secretly hate him).You have two kids. You suspect he’s cheating, but you don’t really think about it until he comes home just before your twentieth anniversary. He tells you he’s in love with his secretary.
Goblins haunt your dreams.
After a two-year divorce battle over alimony and custody, you are angry, exhausted, and consumed with the need for vengeance. As the years go by, nothing much changes. You resent Keith for the way he controlled your life, but at this point you're too lazy to be proactive. This attitude remains basically unchanged until you die--which happens when you're an old woman, but jeez, what a pointless life.
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In thick black Sharpie, it says
“Dear Clara,
If you leave, I’ll go too. So I can kill you.”
No exclamation point. Like it’s a fact.
So, um...that happened. You aren't real big on taking risks...but then again, is this a risk or a weird joke?
> You go anyway. It's obviously a joke.
Um, this is clearly a joke--and since you don’t get it, it’s probably for your roommate. Obviously you aren’t going to screw up your holiday plans and waste the $900 ticket Keith generously got for you.
You finish packing. As you roll your suitcase down the deserted hallway, you see something disappearing around a corner: a figure about three feet tall, with green skin.
Should you follow it, or ignore your obviously delusional and sleep-deprived mind?
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A feeling of intense dread fills you up, making you feel not so warm inside. You're last trip to this place was….interesting. After getting painfully banished you decided to ignore the place and just continue on business as usual.
But you NEED to get these crystals, otherwise what will become of your place in Discorina?
It takes hours, but eventually you make your way past the main city, and through the dirt road. Ahead, the large and dark castle looms over head. The ashy clouds spewing a host of rain and lightning strikes viciously at the ground. The stone walls surrounding the castle appear foreboding, several small watchtowers dot the wall.
Dark spires stretching upward, the metal spikes on top of them catching some of the lightning bolts. As you near the wall, you swear you hear something turning and whirring from deep within the castle, amidst the sound of the storm.
Shivering and trembling you jog over to the castle, hoping you can get what you're looking for, and maybe a place to warm up.
The large wooden gate appears to be shut, you didn't expect it to just be wide open though. You grab the rope on the side and pull it with all of your might. The large bell connected to it rings out its horrid tune.
As you stand, soaked and cold, the door slowly opens but just a bit. Taking a step forward you squint at the opening.
"Who's there?" a voice says, "Ford? Is that you?"
"Yep," you say.
"Ha, you know you're not allowed here."
"I'm just here for some magic crystals…nothing else," you say.
"I think that would be going against the rules…remember what happened last time you were here?"
"Can you at least let me in from the cold, please," you say, "wouldn't it be nice?"
The door opens more, and the source of the voice steps out. A tall man, hair shaved and clean shaven, he smiles. But there is something else to that smile, it's not exactly coming from a place of hospitality.
"Sure," he chuckles, "this should be interesting."
"Thanks," you say as you walk past him.
You enter the tunnel that eventually leads to the door…which you find to be open. Walking in like you own the place, you take a look around. The large keep appears empty…as far as you can tell.
The winds of the storm buffets against the castle, it almost obscures the sound of your soft steps as you traverse across the large keep.
Wandering down the halls, you stop suddenly as you hear something.
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Shrugging your shoulders you continue, must have just been your imagination.
The halls twist and wind, and you feel as lost as ever. How did you ever navigate this place in the short time you had spent here?
That darn Sorceress must be around here somewhere, she must have some magic crystals. But where could she be?
> You garden
You go to the interior garden, flowing with life, plants, some animals, the place is huge. You look around, and as you call out don't see anyone. Guess you'll have to look elsewhere.
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You decide its too dangerous to pursue the team of elite ex-military men. In addition you have alot of cash to spend, retire and make your family comfortable. You pick up the box of cash and walk away towards a taxi at the corner of the block. You get in and travel back home. You count the money and find amounts in excess of 20 million dollars.
You hide your find and head back to hospital for treatment. Your boss later visits you in hospital and lets you know that a team of policemen spotted the robbers splitting the stolen money near a parking lot. They managed to dispose an explosive devise planted at the scene and were reviewing nearby CCTV surveillance cameras to identify the culprits.
Your heart beats palpitatingly as you listen to the Special Agent in Charge. The boss is a close friend who always respected you for your professional records. You wonder whether you should confess that you took some money from the team and split the spoils or let the investigation take its course since there was a chance the video surveillance might not reveal his identity at the parking lot
> You keep quiet about your meeting with the robbers
You don't trust your boss. He is a stickler for rules and he may report you. You let the incident go and sit there listening to him.The CCTV surveillance reports come out and fails to reveal your identities. The heist team was clever enough to cover their tracks and destroyed the camera a day before the heist.
You recover and go on with your duties in the force to avoid suspicion. You plan to keep a low profile and retire in the next 2 years.
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"Rohn, Lewis, Sean, Larry and Beck" you muse as you stand up to regard them.
They were all part of another team of your special forces unit that had been regarded Killed in Action during a search and rescue mission two years ago in a Siberian bank heist. The discovery finally solved a mystery in which both the team, the robbers and the money were never found.
You remain speechless as the revelation hits you piece by piece. No wonder the heist was executed with pin point precision.
"We don't have time." muttered Jack. He picks a box full of cash and places it at your feet and signals the team to pack off.
You are still in a dilemma as the team leaves you standing and walks away towards a parking lot guns in hand.
> You warn the police officers and pursue the robbers
You warn the officer that there was an explosive rigged to blow in the tunnel. You wait for backup and decide to pursue the team.
Although your backup sustains injuries and deaths you manage to arrest 2 of the men and recover a total of 112 million dollars. You also save the lives of 10 police officers. You receive a presidential commendation and are appointed the director of the National Security Division.
> You retribution
You are at your office when you receive a call that a group of terrorists have held hostages in a nearby bank. The terrorists demand that you be handed over to them in exchange for the release of the hostages. the president gives you a call and lets you know that he trusts your judgment. As you deliberate on the matter a hostage is shot dead.
You assess the situation. 1 life for many.......seemingly fairtrade.
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Nope, you just can't get into it. Its all too much for you. You decline her offer and continue to just observe.
Pretty soon, you see your sister stumbling around, she's not drunk enough to pass out, but she is drunk enough to be acting like an idiot. You notice other guys attempting to take advantage of this fact, you step in, and start escorting her out. When you get outside, you half expect her to start yelling at you for ruining her fun, but she doesn't. Instead she starts getting all weepy. Stating how you've been looking out for her all day and that no guy has ever done that, since they all treat her like shit.
You tell her to just calm down and take her to the car. Since she's in no condition to drive (Though that's never stopped her before) As you put her in the back seat, she kisses you on the lips, with full tongue. You recoil back a bit in surprise.
Surely its the alcohol...or is it?
> You drive her "home"
That wasn't the alcohol. You know how much your sister can drink. And she hasn't drank nearly enough to not know what the hell she's doing.
You kiss her back, as she begins to take off her tight clothing. Suddenly it occurs to you that this is right. Your sister NEEDS someone to look out for her, otherwise she'll get into all kinds of trouble. All your helpful actions today have lead up to this moment. The natural progression of your relationship with her. You've always felt that you had a special connection with her, you're her balancer, her anchor if you will. That's why you were so repressed, you felt these emotions were wrong, but now you realize that was just society's rules being forced on you and its apparent that your sister had felt the same way, why else would she put herself in abusive relationships on purpose? She was attempting to run away from her own feelings in a different way. Well no more, tonight you both commit to your true feelings.
You and your sister proceed to make passionate forbidden love in the backseat of her car where you both fall asleep afterwards.
The next day when you wake up you both feel a little weird, but somehow satisfied. You don't say anything to each other, you both just slip your clothes back on and drive home. She holds your hand as you drive, occasionally smiling at you. You're fully prepared to hear Mom bitch at the both of you, but it doesn't matter anymore because together there's nobody that can get in your way.
Yes, its a brand new day, and you feel absolute contentment...
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You decide to go for a nice leisurely walk in the park, you can get to know her as you talk and walk in the full bloom of nature.
You and Jessica are having a relatively good time, as the approaching evening makes the moon come out, making this "date" just a little bit more romantic.
> You take her home
All these new feelings are still a bit overwhelming to you, so you decide not to take it to that level just yet. Besides you don’t really want to be hanging out in the park too long at night.
You take Jessica home who agrees to go out with you again and gives you a big kiss before she goes in which puts a perfect end to this day.
You sneak back to your house, carefully not waking Mom up. You know you’ll have to deal with her in the morning, but that doesn’t seem to bother you. You’ve accomplished a lot today and that fills you with a sense of achievement that you’ve never felt before.
Another day arrives and you feel triumphant…
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Her Mom works nights so you take advantage of the fact you won't be disturbed. You and Jessica have a good time getting to know each other a little better, a lot better in fact.
Okay not THAT much better! Jessica may be a friend of your sister's, but she's not the "free spirit" she is. Jessica stops you from going any further and says she's just not ready to do that yet, especially since this is basically your first date!
> You respect her wishes
You didn't very well expect everything to go your way on your very first day of acting like a real person did you? Part of being a "good guy" is not necessarily expecting a "reward" for things you've done. Fortunately even with your low social skills you've realized this fact.
You tell Jessica how you can't wait to see her tomorrow, and how you'll take her on a real date after school. She says she looks forward to it and kisses you goodnight before you leave.
As you sneak back into your house, you think about how much you've changed in one day. For the most part you stood up against things you saw as unjust, yet you still recognized you have to have your own life as well. You'll still have to put up with your Mom's domineering personality and your sister is still a party animal, but you can't change people overnight, let alone the world. All you can do is TRY to do the right thing and hope everything works out for the best.
And so far it looks like it's working out for you. Small victories will lead to bigger ones eventually, you know it will.
Another day arrives and you feel hopeful...
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You know, you've really had it with Mom picking on your sister all the time. Sure she's a little wild, but she isn't a slut and doesn't deserve to be called one, you tell Mom as much.
Your sister and especially your Mom are both VERY surprised! Your Mom gets even angrier and slaps you!
"So both of you ungrateful shits turn against me! Get the fuck out of my house right now! NOW! And don't fucking return if you aren't going to live by my rules!" She yells and storms out of the kitchen.
You and your sister leave, but as you both head off to school, she thanks you for taking her side.
"Thanks, its nice to have an ally for once against that fucking harpy!"
You feel a little pleased. Its nice to be appreciated for once.
When you get to school, you see Henry the school bully kicking the hell out of your "friend" Aaron. You don't really care for Aaron, but he looks at you in the hopes you'll help him.
> You ignore him
You leave Aaron to his fate. Your emotions have become dead again. You just don't care anymore. What happened at the house was just an usual oddity in your "normal" behavior you guess.
You go through your day numb as usual, when you get home, Mom reads you the riot act for this morning. This only makes you realize that speaking out against her wasn't a good idea in the first place. You go to bed.
Another day arrives and you feel nothing...
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Its another day and you feel nothing...
You're 18 years old and very socially inept. Naturally you're not popular in high school, you're not even worthy to be routinely picked on. This isn't to say you aren't at all, but most people just find you very creepy and stay away from you. You're mom's strict upbringing has made you very emotionally detached and repressed. At this point you barely feel any kind of emotions at all.
Maybe that changes today.
Your Mom is calling you down to eat.
> You stay in bed
You don't get up. Today is different somehow. You don't know why, but it is.
Your mother is screaming at you to come down.
It doesn't even faze you. Her threats meaning nothing anymore.
You hear her coming up the stairs.
> You stay in bed
She enters the room, screaming at you as usual. You don't even hear her. You've heard it all before.
She begins to prod you, as you still lay in bed, oblivious to her. She shakes you and hits you, still nothing. Finally she drags you out of the bed and onto the floor...
You're totally catatonic.
Your mom screams for your sister to help her, and some confusion occurs. You are completely still from the time, the ambulance come to pick you up, to the time you're put in the catatonia ward.
As you remain in your cell, you feel something. Freedom. Its ironic, in this place of walls and bars, and your catatonic state, you finally feel free. Your mind is completely free of the problems of the real world, and best of all free of Mom.
Another day arrives as you lay motionless in a bed and you feel free...
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There's no other way. You begin blasting the room with buckshot, and don't stop shooting until you're sure everyone is dead.
The room is covered in gore. You look at Jessica and kiss her blood soaked lips. There just wasn't enough time.
You exit the class room. You hear police sirens and bullhorns screaming at you to give up. Most of the school has been evacuated at this point.
Just you alone in the school and the cops waiting for you outside now.
> You surrender
Something over comes you. You suddenly feel a sense of self preservation. The only thing you HAVE felt during this bloody day.
You drop all your weapons and exit the school completely unarmed. The police quickly take you down and drag you away.
You feel completely numb during the trial, its ultimately decided that you're completely nuts to do what you did (Despite outcries for your death) so you are put in a mental institution. To this day nobody can figure out exactly why you did what you did.
A reporter comes in to do a special on mass murderers and you were on the top on the list. He doesn't get too far with his questions though, he asks WHY you did it. You just say it had to be done. He asks you how you feel about killing all those people. But you give the same answer you gave at the trial
You feel nothing...
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You know EXACTLY which classroom to enter.
You go straight to it, shooting the janitor on the way there and a couple of students that you catch in the hallway.
You enter your designated target area. And its still full. The class was cowering, hoping you'd pass by, but fate was not with them today.
You see her. Jessica. Your sister's friend. She looks very frightened, but then again everyone in the class does.
You assess the situation with your shotgun in hand...
> You it's all for her
There's no other way. You pull out your pistol and begin shooting people with deadly accuracy, until only you and Jessica are left.
Jessica is paralyzed with fear. She doesn't realize though, that this has all been for her. She never noticed you before. How much you cared for her. How much you loved her. Well she'll ALWAYS remember you now. You've made sure of that.
As she cowers and shakes expecting you to kill her, you hand her your pistol. She's too frightened. She just wants you to leave her alone. You have to help her.
You put the pistol in her hand and force her to squeeze the trigger until it releases its bullet into your heart.
At last you don't feel the nawing pain of unquenched love anymore.
You feel nothing...
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You run around to the back of the school in the attempts to do what you have to do as quickly as possible.
You throw the doors open and gym class is in full session. You see so many...targets. Your eyes especially focus on Butch. Your sister's boyfriend. You immeidately take out your sub-machine gun and begin spraying the place. Some escape, some die instantly, some lay wounded on the floor begging for mercy. You take the opportunity to shoot the wounded one by one in a calculating manner.
You do this very calmly. Like stepping on ants...
Butch attempts to crawl away, but you spray him again with bullets. He lies still in a bloody mess.
At this point, a majority of the school has been alerted of the things you're doing. The cops should be here shortly.
You make your way down the corridor...
> You try to escape now
Suddenly a sense of fear builds up inside you. You realize what you've done. You can't take what you've done back and worse you're not going to get away with it.
You begin to run. You don't know where to go though, so you head back home. You hear sirens. They're closing in.
Its too much for you, you're afraid. You feel the fear, until you realize, you don't have to be afraid. At least not of death! Death is peace. Its unfeeling peace. You want that feeling again.
You sit down on the sofa and blow your brains out, just as the cops bust the door down. But they can't do anything to you now though because
You feel nothing...
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"Hold on don't..." Henry says before taking a shotgun slug to the chest, killing him instantly.
Aaron at first looks at you as a savior from his tormentor. His expression soon changes to fear when that same shotgun is then pointed at him, exploding his head like a ripe mellon.
Your actions have now attracted a bit of attention. Students who were in the parking lot are now running for their lives or attempting to drive off.
> You attempt to stop escapees
You begin spraying the parking lot randomly, attempting to stop people from either running or driving off.
People are screaming and ducking from the hail of bullets you're peeling off. People and cars are being hit indisciminately
The funny thing about shooting at a car, is the small possiblity of hitting the gas tank. The possibility of you going on a killing rampage today was actually greater than one of your bullets hitting a gas tank. Probabilty has played a strange role in today's events, because you succeeded in accomplishing both of those odds.
Unfortunately you were standing too close to the explosion when the first car went up and igniting the others in a domino effect. (Thus accomplishing yet another small possibility)
You feel a painful burning sensation all over your body for a brief moment then
You feel nothing...
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You collect all the other weapons you had stored in your room. You always knew this day would come.
You kiss your Mom and sister goodbye. It wasn't their fault, you just had to do it.
Just like you have to do it again.
Taking your Mom's car, you get to school, just in time to see your "friend" Aaron, getting beat up in the parking lot by the school bully Henry.
You double check your weapons before getting out of the car. Henry and Aaron both notice the amount of firepower you're packing.
> You dispense Justice
"Hey wait, no..." Henry utters before you blast his internal organs to hamburger with your shotgun.
Aaron looks upon you as a savior. You are. You now know why you came to school. To right the injustices that have occurred. You immediately make your way to the gym. You see Butch, your sister's boyfriend. HE was responsible for leading your sister astray, most of the jocks in here deserve to die. Long have they taunted those they percieve as weaker.
You catch them completely off guard, you manage to blast Butch first and then pick off his friends as they attempt to run for their pathetic lives.
You then single out teachers who attempted to bully you with their "Rules". Their rules are meaningless to you. You serve a higher power. Justice. You sneer as one woman begs you not to kill her for the sake of her son. Her son will be much better off without the likes of her...
People are running in terror from you, but its only because they FEAR the justice you may dispense if they are found guilty.
The police soon arrive and they are here to dispense their OWN brand of justice. You do not acknowledge this though. What you've done today, will be remembered, nobody can judge you and nobody will.
You turn one of your guns on yourself. You feel a great sense of pride, before squeezing the trigger.
Then you feel nothing...
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You appear suddenly as your sister comes from around the corner of the stairs, she has just enough time to see Mom's dead body and the pistol you're aiming at her.
You shoot twice, the bullets can't miss at this range. Your sister goes flying down the stairs and is already dead by the time she hits the bottom.
Yep, today is a different day...
> You end it now
You think about going to school, but you just don't feel like it. Its all so futile anyway. Everything. What you did didn't change anything, so why bother continuing with this pointless carnage?
You decide there is no point, you sit next to your Mom's body, calmly put the gun in your mouth and then
You feel nothing...
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You stop to listen to your sister, you're still scared and panicked, but she's never caused you harm.
"Its okay I understand, you just couldn't take it anymore. Look what she did to you...okay, I know what to do. You just have to stay calm for me okay?" she says.
You shake and tremble, but you nod your head. She tells you she's going to leave for a little while, but she'll be back. You don't want her to go, but she says she has to, if she's going to help. You reluctantly agree.
After sis leaves, its just you alone in the house with Mom's dead body.
> You leave it where it is
You don't even want to look at it, let alone touch it. Besides sis told you everything would be okay if you just stayed calm. You downstairs to watch TV, but you start to worry about where your sister is at. You begin to panic again, you feel so lost.
> You run
You totally lose it! You know your sister went to go get the cops! They're probably on their way here right now! You run like a mad man down the street until you pass out from hyperventilation.
When you wake up, your sister is standing over you, scolding you for running off like that. You were fortunate that she saw you lying face first on the sidewalk. This doesn't reassure you though and you continue to gibber about being caught. Your sister gets irritated by your behavior and ends up having to dispose of the body herself. Later a story is made up that your Mom just up and left and never came back, unfortunately your constant nevousness give you away and you blab everything.
Both of you get charged, but since your sister never actually killed anyone, she get a lesser sentence. You feel completely relieved by all this even though you're going to jail for life. The fear and panic have left you, and have been replaced by a welcomed numbness again.
Another day arrives in your cell and you feel nothing...
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You don't even want to look at it, let alone touch it. Besides sis told you everything would be okay if you just stayed calm. You downstairs to watch TV, but you start to worry about where your sister is at. You begin to panic again, you feel so lost.
> You wait
You wait patiently because you were told to do so. Something about realizing that makes you a lot calmer.
Your sister returns with "body disposing" items. She says you could either chop her up in the bathtub and then dispose of her in garbage bags or just wait until night and bury her in the backyard.
It almost looks as if your sister had thought about doing it herself at one time. You hadn't even planned it out that far. You tell your sister whatever she thinks is best, but you'll carry it out whatever she decides.
After she makes her decision, you go about performing the duty casually. Its almost as if you feel like yourself again. Later your sister makes up an elaborate story about your Mom's disappearance, you back her up without any problems and it is believed.
Life continues as normal for the both of you, sis feels complete freedom to do what she wants and you take care of the more mundane matters that she tells you to do when she doesn't feel like bothering to do them (Which is all the time)
You now know why you felt fear and panic after you killed your Mom. It was because after so many years of being told what to do you'd destroyed your shackles. Freedom can be frightening and you realized it wasn't for you. Thank god sis has taken over Mom's role now. Its not exactly the same, but its calmer and secure.
Another day arrives and you feel safe...
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You panic! You don't know what came over you. It was just her constant nagging, her verbal abuse, it just got to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. You don't want to kill anyone else.
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> You continue out the window
You're still too scared, you go out the window and try to climb down, unfortunately your panic prevents you from climbing as efficiently as you'd like.
You fall off and impale yourself through the chest on the fence surrounding Mom's rose bushes. You gasp for breath, coughing up blood. You feel fear overwhelm you as you approach death.
Then you feel nothing...
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The world is dark, and cold. Your eyes see nothing, your ears hear no sound. Your heart no longer beats and you can't move a muscle. Congratulations, you are dead. But not for long. You hazily recall your last moments...
Walking through the nightclub you see an ocean of flesh moving rhythmically to the blasting music. You see the women wearing skirts so short that you wonder how it's legal. Two people however catch your interest the most. A woman of about 20 something is sitting at the bar staring off into the distance. She is wearing a purple dress that ends at her upper thighs. Her alabaster skin looks smoother than porcelain. Her fine blonde hair is like a river of gold. You are immediately attracted to her but as you make your way through the crowd you spot another beauty. At about midway to the woman in the purple dress you spot another one at the opposite end of the bar. This one is wearing a low cut top (that is quite tight fitting) and a miniskirt, she radiates sexiness. She is also quite pale and has fiery red hair and catches you staring at her. She gives a small smile and then looks away. The old divining rod is no help here so who's it gonna be?
> The girl at the bar
"Hi," You say followed by whatever cheesy pickup line that comes to mind. Surprisingly it works and you get her attention. Her emerald eyes seem full of life and she looks hungrily at you, almost licking her lips for you. Obviously a good sign. After about an hour of conversing you learn that she lives nearby and she invites you back to her place. And you thought today would suck (All puns intended). You leave the club and follow her back to her place. Turns out she lives in a pretty tidy and sparse apartment down the road from the club. She leaves you on her couch to go "slip into something more comfy" and goes into what looks like her bedroom. Feeling like you just won the lottery you begin to check out her apartment, it's pretty empty except for a desk with some papers on it and a bookcase. The desk looks like it has newspaper clippings on it and the bookcase has some strange looking books on it. Feeling a little paranoid what do you do?
> You search the bookcase
After looking through the titles of the book you find that they are all on vampire myths and legends. However there is one that catches your eye out of all of them, it is labeled as "Diary of a vampire" and it intrigues you. Looking through the diary you find that it mentions a nightclub and a gullible guy with cheesy pickup lines trying to get into the owner's panties. The owner of the diary then goes into detail of how they want to dismember the guy after they drain them. You are horrified to find all of the similarities and find that you only have two choices you can either confront "Sarah" as she signs at the bottom of the diary or you can run for your life. Which do you choose?
> You run away fast as you can
Unfortunately you can't run away from a vampire that easily. The blonde tracks you down, drains you of blood, and snaps your neck. You die as a human and do not rise again.
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“Oh alright, I’ll help you with your movie.”
“Excellent! You’ll see in time that you made the right decision. Okay, Kevin go fetch the supplies.”
“Supplies?” you ask as Kevin complies and gives Peter the camcorder.
“Oh just some props and such.” Peter starts to look around your room and then places the camcorder in a position so it’s facing your bed. “There, that should do it for the initial scene. I’ll take it in for a close up later.”
“Excuse me, but WHAT are you exactly intending to film here?”
“The love scene for my movie of course.”
While you stand in disbelief, Kevin comes back stripped to his underwear with a big bag in one hand and some lube in his other.
“Woo! Yeah! I’m ready to do this thing!” Kevin says in a hyper tone. Apparently he’s taken something to speed him up.
“NO NO NO NO! I am NOT having sex on camera! Least of all with that disgusting freak!”
“What’s the big deal? It’s just sex. Look if it’ll make you feel any better, Kevin will wear a condom.”
“What? That wasn’t part of the plan. You said I could fuck her straight bareback if she agreed to help us…”
“NOBODY IS FUCKING ME!” you yell to make yourself heard and your attitude on the situation final, unfortunately Kevin doesn’t seem to get it.
“Aw come on Suzy, I know you gotta be dyin’ to get laid.” He says and starts to grope your breasts with one hand, and grind up against your ass. You can feel his little cock poking you and that’s when you totally lose it.
“Leave me the fuck alone asshole!” you say and throw Kevin on the floor. You then proceed to kick him.
“Ah! Shit! Damn! Fuck! Feels good!” Kevin says. Sonofabitch is actually enjoying you kick the shit out of him. To be quite honest you’re starting to like it too, you wonder if you’ve learned something about yourself today.
Peter of course gets a cunning plan.
“Y’know, this could still work. Suzy would you be interested in wearing a dominatrix outfit while you beat the hell out of Kevin? You wouldn’t have to have sex with him and this could still serve as the romance scene for my movie.”
> You throw Peter out of your room
“Get the hell outta here too Peter! And stop stealing my damn clothes!” you yell pushing Peter towards the door.
“Alright, alright! Shit. Alright Kevin looks like you’re fucking me for this scene.”
Kevin gets up and stumbles towards the door.
“Aw damn Peter, I really wanted to fuck your sister this time.”
“Yeah well she’s being an uptight bitch as usual. Come on it’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
You stop them for one second before they leave.
“Wait a minute, you guys are together?”
“Well I wouldn’t say that. Kevin has been helping me a lot, but I don’t have any money to actually pay him most of the time. I see sex as a mutually beneficial exchange. Fortunately Kevin is very liberal when it comes to sex, however as you’re well aware Kevin has a bit of a thing for you. Hence why I borrow your clothes sometimes to dress up as you, though I really do think they look a lot better on me.” Peter sniffs.
You shake your head at all this sordid nonsense and give them both a shove before slamming the door.
You didn’t get much accomplished, but at least you prevented anymore of your clothing from getting stolen today.
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You wake up to another day in your sheltered little world.
“Sheltered” is probably a little inaccurate, but you’re about as close as you can get in your dysfunctional family.
Your upbringing for you and all your siblings, quite frankly sucked, and it made you very introverted and unmotivated. It’s probably why you’re over 18 and still living at home.
You’re a basement dweller.
However we shouldn’t be too hard on you. Your other four siblings are also living at home along with a few other freeloading family members. You just happen to be living in the basement.
Fucked up parenting aside, you actually have potential, if you’d just break out of your shell. You aren’t unintelligent. You at least graduated high school, watch the learning/history channel and read weird shit on the internet all day.
You aren’t even unattractive, though your mom always drilled it into you and your sisters head that you were always to be “good girls”. It only really worked on you though; as a result you’ve never had a boyfriend. (Or girlfriend for that matter) You don’t even have that much contact with the world outside your house anymore. The world’s a dangerous place and you feel much safer in your house.
Again, this thinking of yours is misguided as being out of the house of your crazy ass family would probably be a lot safer. Of course you rarely even leave the basement nowadays anyway. Seems like your world is getting smaller with each passing day.
Of course you could do something a little out of the ordinary today and try to change your lot in life.
How about it? Want to give it that old college try? (Even though you never went to college?)
> You dunno, sounds scary! Better stay in the basement!
Alright, I understand, you have everything you want in the basement and even if you don’t you don’t have far to go get it. The outside world doesn’t really hold any interest for you, so there’s little point in going through the hassle of dealing with it. And living in the basement has worked out for you so far more or less, so why mess with success right?
But you must also understand that just hanging out in the basement for the rest of your life doesn’t usually offer much in the way of excitement. At least not without some sort of outside stimulus anyway, and with all the rest of the drama going on in the house, everyone usually forgets about you and you happily stay out of it most of the time.
So this little story will come to an end right here.
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You wake up to another day in your sheltered little world.
“Sheltered” is probably a little inaccurate, but you’re about as close as you can get in your dysfunctional family.
Your upbringing for you and all your siblings, quite frankly sucked, and it made you very introverted and unmotivated. It’s probably why you’re over 18 and still living at home.
You’re a basement dweller.
However we shouldn’t be too hard on you. Your other four siblings are also living at home along with a few other freeloading family members. You just happen to be living in the basement.
Fucked up parenting aside, you actually have potential, if you’d just break out of your shell. You aren’t unintelligent. You at least graduated high school, watch the learning/history channel and read weird shit on the internet all day.
You aren’t even unattractive, though your mom always drilled it into you and your sisters head that you were always to be “good girls”. It only really worked on you though; as a result you’ve never had a boyfriend. (Or girlfriend for that matter) You don’t even have that much contact with the world outside your house anymore. The world’s a dangerous place and you feel much safer in your house.
Again, this thinking of yours is misguided as being out of the house of your crazy ass family would probably be a lot safer. Of course you rarely even leave the basement nowadays anyway. Seems like your world is getting smaller with each passing day.
Of course you could do something a little out of the ordinary today and try to change your lot in life.
How about it? Want to give it that old college try? (Even though you never went to college?)
> You who the hell are all these fucked up people in your house? (Cast of Characters)
Suzy: This is you. We already went over what the fuck your problem was on the first page. Let’s move on shall we?
Ben: This is your older brother and the oldest of your siblings. He’s a paranoid survivalist nut that trains for inevitable apocalypse that’s going to come. He walks around armed at all times and is convinced that THEY are out to get him. He also has a misguided biracial hippy girlfriend by the name of Moonshadow and an illegitimate son with her by the name of Tommy who is an idiot savant. Currently they all live out in the backyard though Ben’s been building an underground bunker of some sort out there.
Kelly: This is your Amazonian older sister. She’s in a small time roller derby league and has been known to do some illegal underground fight club shit on the side. She’s probably the only one in the house that has closest thing to a “real” job. Kelly’s never liked you, for various reasons. When you two were growing up she’d always try to take every opportunity she could to abuse you in some way. Fortunately she’s mostly too busy working to engage in physical or psychological torture on you nowadays.
Peter: This is your younger brother. He’s a pretentious effeminate aspiring film maker who has the annoying habit of attempting to record everything with his camcorder. Has the disturbing habit of stealing your clothes and wearing them. He also hangs out with a junkie drug dealer from school by the name of Kevin who is always lecherously looking at you when you’re around.
Donna: This is your younger sister and the youngest of your siblings. She’s probably the most “normal” out of all of you. Perhaps a little on the wild side, but nothing excessively out of hand, basically your typical high school girl who hangs out with others similar to her. She’s probably the most alright with you, though sometimes she urges that you should get out more.
Dad: This is your Dad (George McCray is his real name). He used to be a traveling lightning rod salesman. He’s retired now and hasn’t really been the same since your Mom died. He’s usually in various stages of drunkenness and nobody much pays any serious attention to him anymore. It’s not like he was around for the parenting process anyway.
Mom: This is your Mom (Bertha McCray is her real name). Despite her overprotective moralist views on how you and your sisters should act, she was probably the one who kept some semblance of order on the family. When the flesh eating virus consumed her years ago, everyone missed her a lot especially your dad. Eventually she was cremated and her ashes are kept in your Dad’s room.
Ed: This is your really creepy uncle and brother of your late mother. It was her dying wish that he have some place to stay, so he lives in the garage which he’s pretty much made his domain as most other family members stay clear of him, even Ben. He doesn’t have any visible means of support yet contributes to the household at times. There are certainly rumors and whispers of what he might be up to when he leaves and comes back at various hours of the night, but nobody really wants to talk to him directly about it, let alone go in the garage and find out.
Julie: This is your “best friend” since kindergarten, who you speak to less and less with each passing year. As you grew older the pair of you had very different lives. Julie was very wild in her teenage years and still is today. It is only due to the fact that you knew each other for so long that you two are even still in contact. She’s probably remained in contact with you mainly because you are about the only stable person in her life that she feels that she can talk to on a serious level about shit that sometimes bothers her.
The Morningstars: While your family on the block is rightfully seen as the most dysfunctional lot to live there, The Morningstars are definitely running a close second. They’ve converted their house into something of a compound. There seems to be a bunch of them of varying ages and gender, but “Pa” Morningstar and his eldest son Bobby Morningstar stand out the most. They mostly keep to themselves, though recently Uncle Ed has been asking a few random questions about them sometimes.
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No?
Alright then.
I’ll save you the play by play details of your complete descent into degeneracy, but basically you move on past normal anime and you watch/sleep/eat/ and shit Hentai (Not necessarily in that order) for the next few months. You jerk off so much that your mom doesn’t even bother washing your sheets anymore. In fact she doesn’t even enter the basement if she can help it now.
You continue on this way for quite some time, discussing the intricacies of shitting dick nipple girls and tentacle rape with likeminded cohorts on the internet.
However the fact still remains, you’re still a virgin and surprisingly somewhere within your sub humanoid body remains the yearning for a real live person. Who knew?
Unfortunately you’ve gotten to the point where any chance of getting a real woman are impossible, not to mention that you’ve conditioned yourself to a point where you wouldn’t be able to even get it up for a “normal” woman anyway. Hell, it’s debatable that you even still like females at this point.
While thanks to those wacky Japanese you’ve developed several fetishes, you have to admit that you’ve started to favor one over the rest.
So just what kind of pervert have you become?
> You lock up your daughters and hell maybe even your sons too because you're gonna RAPE you some childrens!
Children? Christ, you sick fuck.
(Sigh) Awwwright then, baby raper…
Of course being a pervert and having courage rarely go hand in hand, you’re still too afraid to actually leave the goddamn basement. And despite your sick fetish, deep down inside you have a loathing for yourself. So you try to contain yourself for a little while longer with just pictures. A process that is doomed to failure.
After jerking it countless times to Lolicon and MySpace you finally cross that barrier and start looking for real child porn. Eventually you get a hold of a lot of it, but it still isn’t enough. You NEED to actually get your pedo hands on a little girl.
Back in the old days you would’ve actually had to leave the house and stalk the school yards for suitable prey, but thanks to the internet and bad parenting you can find lots of young girls with daddy issues that are practically begging to be raped due to camwhoring in their underwear.
Yes, it’s certainly a golden age for pedophilia!
You stalk various sites and chatrooms looking for a live one and eventually you get lucky…
iluvhannah: so you watch cartoons? Whut kind? Liek Dizney?
Oursecret: oh all kinds, mostly anime
iluvhannah: OMG I LUV anime! I almost luv them as much as Hannah Montana! We even got the same first name! LOL! Anyway whut do u watch?
Oursecret: well I used to watch stuff like pokemon, but I moved on to better stuff. Deeper stuff that requires a more mature mind. I’d like to show you these cartoons sometime.
iluvhannah: yeah i could do that becuz i’m liek mature for my age.
Oursecret: I can see that. How old are you exactly?
iluvhannah: im 12. lol. how old r u?
Oursecret: oh im just a little bit older, but I don’t think that should prevent us from being friends right?
iluvhannah: No, bcuz I think age is just a number anyway. Wanna see my pic? lol.
Oursecret: Sure.
Hannah sends you a picture of herself and the best thing is that even though she’s 12 she only looks 10! You might have a little dick, but boy is it sure going to look big in her tiny hands! She even lives in your state! You’ve GOT to meet this girl.
You make plans to meet Hannah at her house where she says her parents won’t be since they’re going out for the weekend. She even tells you she’ll make some cookies for you. Could life get any better?
So for the first time in a long while you actually leave your basement. You take your mom’s car keys from as she’s asleep from a hard day’s work and drive over to your preteen queen’s house.
You see the silhouette of a young girl in the door way who waves over to you. You’re so hot for twelve year old trim that it never occurs to you that this could be a set up.
You enter the house…
“Hey pedo, why don’t you take a seat over there?” you hear a voice say.
OH NOES IT’S CHRIS FUCKIN’ HANSEN!
You gulp hard when you see the crusading media man in all his smug glory. He’s not as reserved as he usually is though, in fact he seems to be hold back laughter.
“But…I thought you didn’t do this anymore! I thought you moved on to con artists and identity thieves!” You exclaim.
“True. But trolling you pedos will never get old. Ever. Hell, I don’t even get paid for this anymore, I’m just doin’ it for the shits and giggles!” Chris laughs.
While this is a bizarre revelation, it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re still in a world of shit. You immediately dash for the door.
“Hey, you loli fucker, don’t you run on me! I didn’t get to ask you embarrassing questions yet!” you hear Chris yell.
Of course you don’t get a couple feet from the house when several swat officers tackle your ass to the ground and shove a gun in the back of your head. Chris comes out with his crew and motions that the camera get a close up of your face.
“YOU GOT HANSEND FOR GREAT JUSTICE, BITCH!” Chris Hansen laughs hysterically the whole time the officers arrest you.
Bitch is a term you become very familiar with while in prison. After only a few weeks your asshole makes Goatse look tighter than the 10 year old girls that you were lusting for.
Eventually some skinheads do something that your mom should’ve done when you were born, namely shank you in the fucking neck.
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Jesus fucking Christ, if you’re not even going to try to improve your position then what’s the goddamn point? Don’t you have even the slightest incentive to improve your miserable existence?
> You alright, alright, get off your ass already!
After years of watching anime and being dangerously close to either becoming a pedophile or a furry, (Or possibly a furry pedophile) you finally make a worthwhile decision. You grab your new anime DVDs and break them all! You then grab all your old ones and break them too!
Manga books all fucking burned! Comics too! Video games with anime graphics destroyed! You even break your computer just so you can’t be tempted by the internet! You’ve just destroyed your “social life” by doing that, but it’s worth it!
NO MORE FUCKING ANIME!
Holy shit you feel free! Seriously this is the first day of your new life and you’ve just made a break through here.
But don’t get too puffed up there fatty. The fact still remains that you’re a basement dwelling loser. You’re also going to experience withdrawals and the temptation to go back to anime will be there.
Best thing you can do right now is confine yourself to the house for awhile. Now…I know that might seem odd given that you practically stay inside for days on end anyway, but your trips to the comic shops might provide too much temptation.
And so begins the long road to recovery…
Days pass into weeks and you got the jitters like a fucking crackhead. You spend a lot of time pacing and staring at the walls in your room. You try to find ways to keep yourself occupied.
You try to watch TV, but you have to struggle to not click on the Cartoon Network. Eventually you beg your mom to put a block on it. She’s willing to help you out in the hopes that you might actually move out of her house one day.
Reading books doesn’t seem to help either. Your attention span has practically been destroyed from “blipvert” anime action. You even can’t concentrate on the shortest story, let alone a novel.
You feel like you’re going mad.
> You stay in the house
Just then the phone rings and you answer it in frustration of needing SOMETHING else to do!
“Hello?”
“Hello? Brian? Is that you?”
“Yeah? Who is this?”
“It’s your cousin Patricia silly! Is your Mom there?”
“No, she’s at work. What did you need her for?”
“Well I remember that she was good at math and I’ve been having problems with my trig class. She said I could come by and she’d help me.”
You vaguely remember your cousin Patricia from one of your family gatherings from years ago. She was younger then, but about the only one not immediately repulsed by your incessant talk of Pokemon and YuGiOh (That was before you had moved on to the “harder” stuff.)
You probably don’t have much in common, but at this point you almost want to talk to ANYONE to keep your mind off things.
“Hey just come on over, she’ll be home soon.”
“You sure it’s okay? I mean I don’t want to bother you and all.”
“It’s no problem at all! Just come over!”
“Okay, then see you later I guess.”
Patricia hangs up and you continue to fight your anime withdrawals.
Eventually Patricia shows up on your front door.
Patricia is wearing the traditional Catholic school girl outfit. She’s slender and her breasts aren’t large, but firm looking. Her face almost looks like a doll’s. She’s even looking at you with innocent WIDE eyes. She can’t be any older than 15.
You fucking degenerate, you aren’t supposed to be looking at your underage cousin that way. It’s a good thing you’re fat; otherwise your two inch boner might be showing. Still, at least this proves that real HUMAN women can turn you on, even if they are fitting your previous jack off material.
“Wow.” Is all you can sputter.
“Hey Brian. Long time no see. So how’s it been?” Patricia asks as she walks past you. You can’t help but stare at her ass before she turns around and sits down on the couch with her books.”
This is probably the closest you’ve been to a real girl that’s talked to you in…well ever actually.
NOW STOP RIGHT THERE FAT ASS!
I KNOW what you’re fucking thinking! You’re thinking that you got this raging hard on, and it would be a shame to waste it with a young piece of jailbait ass sitting in front of you.
Well just put THAT shit out of your mind RIGHT fucking now!
Disregarding any of the incest taboos she’s also underage, and you can’t do that shit.
Even in the very unlikely event that she’d let your Jabba the Hut ass lay on top of her willingly, you still can’t do that shit.
The best you can do is excuse yourself and jack off in the basement. And that still makes you a perv, but at least you aren’t doing anything illegal.
Now then, is that what you’re going to do? Or can you actually talk with the girl and not try to hump her like a dog in heat?
> You too much over stimulation! Gotta get outta here!
Ah well, I suppose it WAS too much stimulation for you.
“Uh…excuse me Patricia I have stuff to do in the basement, you just wait up here.”
“Oh, alright then.”
You immediately run down into your basement and can’t take your pants off quick enough to jack off to her image.
The first few times you just think of the traditional missionary position and blow job images. Then you move on to fucking her in the ass. Eventually you return to your “Anime roots” and start imagining yourself growing tentacles and simultaneously fucking her in all three holes and filling them with cum and then shitting on her face through your mouth.
I suppose this sick scenario would be inventive, if you hadn’t stolen it from those Wacky Japanese.
Anyway by the time your mom has come home, helped Patricia, talked with her, sent her home and then went to bed herself, you’ve jacked off at least into the double digits. It’s actually amazing that you didn’t give your fat ass a heart attack.
You are incredibly tired though and you fall asleep in your incredibly sticky bed.
The next day, you still have images of your cousin running through your mind. This probably wouldn’t be anymore than a lingering sick fantasy, but the problem is that your cousin is coming over again. Apparently she needs more help from your Mom.
She comes over and your urges are stronger than ever. You barely manage to make it to the basement that time.
She comes over a third time and is starting to notice your increasingly odd behavior, but by then it’s too late for her. You can contain your unnatural lust any longer.
When she’s sitting on the couch waiting for your mom with her books you don’t bother going into the basement this time.
“So uh…don’t you have something to do in the basement?”
“Nah, I’d rather just sit and look…I mean talk to you…”
“Okaaaaaaay…hey look maybe I’ll just come back later…”
“No wait! I want you to stay and we can play!”
“Eeeek! What’re you doing?!”
At this point you lunge at your cousin and nearly crush the poor girl with your weight. You begin gyrating against her and trying to pull your pants down while lifting her skirt up.
“Mmmm yeah…you smell good…so fresh and innocent…I just wish you were twelve.”
“NO! Get off me you fucking fat ass pedo!” she screams and manages to smash your head in with a nearby lamp, before sliding from underneath you and screaming rape in the streets.
You’d probably go to jail and get ass raped multiple times for this, but the lamp to the head put you in a coma. Your mom is content on just taking you off of life support and letting you die, but the state insists that you must pay for your crimes and therefore must be kept alive until you come out of the coma where upon you can stand trial.
The joke’s on them though, you remain a vegetable!
| 2 |
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In case that a vampire would attack you, you had prepared countermeasures around the house to prevent someone from killing you in your own home. The glimmer of hope was the lighter that you know is in the nightstand to your immediate right, within reach, and full of fluid. But do you risk it?
> You no, you will accept your humiliating punishment from this little girl who barely lifted a finger to kick your ass
The little girl completely kicks your ass. Then she says "What a waste of my time." and uses your own lighter to set you on fire. You die.
| 2 |
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You run down the road for a long time and you come upon a town, looking down you finally pay attention to your attire...which consists mainly of what you had on your person when Sarah turned you. Checking your pockets you find rubble and your wallet which still has some cash in it.
Heading to the nearest clothing store you buy a shirt and some pants and put them on seeing that you didn't bust through a wall in them.
You wander around the town until you stop at an alley and see someone yelling at somebody on the ground. With your enhanced senses you stay hidden and listen in, curious to see what's going on. There might be a free meal in this.
"Where's my money, bitch!?!"
"Please don't hurt me!"
"What the fuck did you do with my money!?!"
What do you do?
> You kill the scumbag and the ho
Using your fast reflexes, amazing strength, and quiet footsteps you sneak up on the guy and snap his neck without even blinking. You then proceed to choke the girl using one arm to hold her in place on a wall and drain her of her blood. After she dies you drain the guy too.
After you finish your meal you walk out of the alley only to find that a cop is walking towards you and you are covered in blood. The cop immediately arrests you and finds the two bodies. After easily snapping the cuffs and killing the cop you are pursued by them into a building which you hold out in until morning, you try to hide but they find you and you kill all of the cops in the nearby area. Suddenly out of nowhere a contingent of vampires sees that you have made a mockery of their rules that you do not even know yet and are immediately lit on fire and slain on the spot.
| 4 |
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The skylight doesn't look big enough to fit you so you back up to get ready to charge at the big stone door. Getting into a running start, you dash towards the door like a crazed bull, only a lot smaller and lighter. You close your eyes and you hit the door right on...and smash clear through it into the night. You stop and turn back to the crypt only to see it collapse due to the amount of force you put into annihilating the door which you did quite successfully as you pick pieces of door out of your hair.
You wander around the graveyard until finally you find a road. On the side of the road a car is parked...it seems oddly familiar.
> You approach the car
You are sure you've seen that car before so you approach it to see if anyone is inside of it. While approaching it you see that a window rolls down and someone points a gun at you. You barely have time to dodge the hail of bullets that come at you, even with your vampiric reflexes. You run and hide behind a nearby tombstone and the bullets stop. You hear someone get out of the car and reload the weapon. They begin to walk towards the tombstone where you are hiding, completely unafraid.
> You take the human by surprise and disarm them
You run out from behind the tombstone and charge the human with incredible speed. You manage to get a hold of the gun... just as he begins to fire in at point blank range. The bullets hit on-vital areas but the muzzle flash is enough to ignite your overly sensitive skin and set you ablaze. Death comes fast but painfully.
| 3 |
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| 10 | false |
You are sure you've seen that car before so you approach it to see if anyone is inside of it. While approaching it you see that a window rolls down and someone points a gun at you. You barely have time to dodge the hail of bullets that come at you, even with your vampiric reflexes. You run and hide behind a nearby tombstone and the bullets stop. You hear someone get out of the car and reload the weapon. They begin to walk towards the tombstone where you are hiding, completely unafraid.
> You take Cover
Unfortunately you can't outrun bullets but fortunately the human is a terrible shot for an assassin and you easily run away. You hide in a nearby crypt and spy on the assassin. You see that it is a man of about thirty and he is on a cell phone. You listen in on the conversation from afar.
"Sir? I lost the target."
"YOU IDIOT! I DON'T PAY YOU TO FUCK UP! I WANT THE FLEDGLING DEAD OR ELSE! YOU FUCKING GOT THAT!?!?!"
"Sir, I'm only a human, how the hell can i keep up with a vampire?"
"...Figure it out."
Obviously whoever wants you to die doesn't want to spare the manpower to make you dead. What are you doing to do about the grunt?
You start to feel your stomach growl and your throat goes oddly dry...
> You mealtime
You sneak around some more tombstones making sure that the human doesn't see you... you chuckle on the inside at how ignorant the human is. When you are behind him and within three feet of his neck you pounce on him like the predator you are and drain him of his blood.
> You pick up his phone
Picking up you assailant's phone you hit redail and call up his boss. You are greeted with this.
"IS THAT MUTHAFUCKA DEAD OR ARE YOU JUST PLAIN DUMB YOU INSOLENT LITTLE..."
"I wouldn't use that tone with me sir.
"Who the hell are you?"
"You should have brought more guys. I might've been nicked by a stray bullet."
"Oh just you wait muthafucka, just you wait."
He then hangs up on you and you hear a beeping nearby that is faster and faster until finally you realize quite late that the car has a bomb in it. From the link below it doesn't look like you survived all that well either. turns out he didn't need more guys.
| 3 |
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Unfortunately you can't outrun bullets but fortunately the human is a terrible shot for an assassin and you easily run away. You hide in a nearby crypt and spy on the assassin. You see that it is a man of about thirty and he is on a cell phone. You listen in on the conversation from afar.
"Sir? I lost the target."
"YOU IDIOT! I DON'T PAY YOU TO FUCK UP! I WANT THE FLEDGLING DEAD OR ELSE! YOU FUCKING GOT THAT!?!?!"
"Sir, I'm only a human, how the hell can i keep up with a vampire?"
"...Figure it out."
Obviously whoever wants you to die doesn't want to spare the manpower to make you dead. What are you doing to do about the grunt?
You start to feel your stomach growl and your throat goes oddly dry...
> You interrogate him
You manage to sneak around behind him and take him by complete surprise. You take his gun and bend it so that it wont fire and you pin him on a nearby tombstone. You do it hard enough for the stone to tremble a bit to make your intentions clear.
"Who do you work for?"
"Fuck you bloodsucker, might as well kill me cuz you're not getting anything out of me."
Fine, have it your way."
You begin to torture him for answers so that you can find out who wants you dead. It's nothing too serious except you just scratching him with your unbelievably sharp nails until he starts to runs his mouth... which happens a little too quickly.
"Alright, i'll tell you anything."
"Who do you work for?"
"I work for a guy named M. He hasn't told me anything except that letter and to kill you."
"Do you know who put me in there?"
"Yeah i do actually. M mentioned that some girl of his turned you and put you in there to protect you. She came by earlier tonight to check on you. That's how i knew."
"Do you know where she is now?"
"No."
"Where is M?"
"He has a bar in town. It's this place where a lot of bikers hang out."
"Thank you. As appreciation for cooperating i'll kill you before i feed."
You keep your word.
What now?
> You go find the bar
You decide that finding the bar is important seeing as how you won't leave your sire behind (those of you who got here from back in time might need to pay more attention to that)and decide to investigate the biker bar. You search for hours but are unable to find it. Eventually you give up for the night and you decide to bunk in an abandoned tenement house. Too bad for you that the next morning it is demolished to make room for a mall with you in it still. You get a nice and fatal char broil from the sun.
| 2 |
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You manage to sneak around behind him and take him by complete surprise. You take his gun and bend it so that it wont fire and you pin him on a nearby tombstone. You do it hard enough for the stone to tremble a bit to make your intentions clear.
"Who do you work for?"
"Fuck you bloodsucker, might as well kill me cuz you're not getting anything out of me."
Fine, have it your way."
You begin to torture him for answers so that you can find out who wants you dead. It's nothing too serious except you just scratching him with your unbelievably sharp nails until he starts to runs his mouth... which happens a little too quickly.
"Alright, i'll tell you anything."
"Who do you work for?"
"I work for a guy named M. He hasn't told me anything except that letter and to kill you."
"Do you know who put me in there?"
"Yeah i do actually. M mentioned that some girl of his turned you and put you in there to protect you. She came by earlier tonight to check on you. That's how i knew."
"Do you know where she is now?"
"No."
"Where is M?"
"He has a bar in town. It's this place where a lot of bikers hang out."
"Thank you. As appreciation for cooperating i'll kill you before i feed."
You keep your word.
What now?
> You forget about M and Sarah and be your own vampire
Actually you do quite well as a vampire for many years. You evade the mortals at every turn and you hide the bodies from your hunts quite well too. You live for quite a while too until one day the prey you selected happens to be an experienced vampire hunter. Needless to say you are eliminated quite quickly, odd for living so long under the radar.
Ok now you know that leaving your sire behind is a really bad move, now are you going to go back and find out what happened or are you just going to end the game right here? This is the only time i will give you a retry in this storyline so be prepared for the minefield ahead.
| 3 |
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Unfortunately you can't outrun bullets but fortunately the human is a terrible shot for an assassin and you easily run away. You hide in a nearby crypt and spy on the assassin. You see that it is a man of about thirty and he is on a cell phone. You listen in on the conversation from afar.
"Sir? I lost the target."
"YOU IDIOT! I DON'T PAY YOU TO FUCK UP! I WANT THE FLEDGLING DEAD OR ELSE! YOU FUCKING GOT THAT!?!?!"
"Sir, I'm only a human, how the hell can i keep up with a vampire?"
"...Figure it out."
Obviously whoever wants you to die doesn't want to spare the manpower to make you dead. What are you doing to do about the grunt?
You start to feel your stomach growl and your throat goes oddly dry...
> You flee
You try and run from him but seeing that he does have a full clip and his boss just yelled at him his accuracy miraculously improves. He manages to hit you in your legs and before you can get up he runs up to you and shoots you in the head... oddly enough it doesn't kill you but it paralyzes you. Unable to move he then says something and he goes back to his car. He then begins to pour what you think is gasoline on you... Your killer then lights a match and says one last thing to you.
"Nothing personal, but you are a terrible vampire."
He throws the match on you and you light up like a Christmas tree light.
| 3 |
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