text: [Themes: Evil protagonist, teenage protagonist, high school]
  
  > pray to Petra
  You can only play rock, paper, or scissors.
  
  > Scissors
  You play scissors.
  
  Your opponent plays scissors.
  
  [press any key to continue]The tension grows thicker as
  everyone in the gym registers the draw in their heads. You meet eyes with the president and raise your eyebrows to indicate that you're in control. They look away from you.
  
  The referee opens her mouth again.
  
  You can feel the blessing of Petra, the goddess of rock, guiding you.
  
  "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
  
  > Scissors
  You play scissors.
  
  Your opponent plays scissors.
  
  [press any key to continue]Another draw. You hear a
  collective gasp from the spectators. You can see beads of sweat form on the president's face, though they don't betray any emotion in their expression.
  
  The referee opens her mouth again.
  
  You can feel the blessing of Charti, the goddess of paper, guiding you.
  
  "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
  
  > Rock
  You play rock.
  
  Your opponent plays rock.
  
  [press any key to continue]The tension in the air grows even thicker—it almost feels like it's constricting you. You've let this
  go
  on for far too long. You should probably end this soon.
  
  The referee opens her mouth again.
  
  You can feel the blessing of Psalidi, the goddess of scissors, guiding you.
  
  "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
  
  > Paper
  You play paper.
  
  Your opponent plays paper.
  
  [press any key to continue]You tie again.
  
  [press any key to continue]And again.
  
  [press any key to continue]And again and again and again and
  again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
  
  [press any key to continue]You realize far too late that it
  wasn't the tension in the air constricting you but your blessings tightening around you, mutating into curses. For abusing the gifts of the gods, you have been frozen in a single moment, compelled to force a draw over and over and over again.
  
  > Rock
  You play rock.
  
  Your opponent plays paper.
  
  [press any key to continue]The tension in the air recedes as
  everyone takes stock of the results. Then, the gym breaks out into mild applause as your opponent is declared the victor.
  
  You let out a breath that you didn't know you'd been holding and you feel your blessings melt away from you. And when you look up, the club president is staring at you with a bewildered expression. "Wh— How— Why did you—" they stammer.
  
  You shake your head and smile at them, and you turn away as they are surrounded by their club members congratulating them on their victory. And off to the side you can see David and Sarah, who wave at you when you spot them.
  
  [press any key to continue]"Good game," says David.
  
  "Thanks," you say, giving him a fist bump. You hold out your fist to Sarah, too, but she punches you in the arm instead.
  
  "That's for earlier," she says.
  
  "Yeah, I probably deserved that."
  
  She laughs, but then looks at you seriously.
  
  "But really. You lost on purpose, didn't you? Why?"
  
  [press any key to continue]"I guess I just realized in the
  end that winning isn't everything," you say with a smile as the three of you walk into the sunset.
  
  > Xyzzy
  When you say the word, you feel like there's a disturbance in reality, but the feeling soon fades away. Maybe if you tried again in a more central location.
  
  > go west
  You can only go south.
  
  > talk
  (to David)
  "Hey," you say. "What's up?"
  
  "Well, you're entering the competition today, right? I just wanted to wish you good luck."
  
  "Oh, yeah, thanks."
  
  "Also, I wanted to say that, well, after last time... Just, winning isn't everything, you know? It's okay even if you don't win."
  
  "Of course," you say, but you don't really mean it.
  
  "Um, that's it, then! Good luck in the competition!" He raises his fist. "How about a fist bump?"
  
  > Scissors
  You hold out your index and middle fingers. In the next instant, a hole in reality opens, swallowing you whole.
  
  > Rock
  You hold out your fist, and David bumps it with his own.
  
  "Come on, that was weak! If we're going to do this, we should do it properly." He holds out his fist again.
  
  > Continue
  You hold out your fist, and David bumps it with his own.
  
  "That was still pretty weak. If we're going to do this, we should do it properly." He holds out his fist again.
  
  > Keep going
  You hold out your fist, and David bumps it with his own.
  
  "That was still pretty weak. If we're going to do this, we should do it properly." He holds out his fist again.
  
  Your eyes are drawn to David's fist. At any other time it would just seem like a normal fist bump, but right now it looks like he's playing rock in rock-paper-scissors.
  
  > keep going
  You hold out your fist, and David bumps it with his own.
  
  "That was still pretty weak. If we're going to do this, we should do it properly." He holds out his fist again.
  
  Your eyes are drawn to David's fist. It kind of looks like he's playing rock in rock-paper-scissors.
  
  > Paper
  You hold out your open hand, and as you do so, the world starts to shake. A hole opens in reality—a swirling vortex of crackling energy.
  
  David's face transforms into a look of shock as he registers the situation. A "wha—" escapes his lips before he is swallowed by the vortex, which snaps shut after him.
  
  Paper beats rock.
  
  > Xyzzy
  The word barely escapes your lips when time stops and the colors of the world invert themselves. A giant, disembodied hand floats down from the sky, and a hollow voice seems to echo in your head.
  
  "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
  
  > Rock
  You play rock. The hand plays rock.
  
  It's a draw!
  
  The voice speaks again. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
  
  > Rock
  You play rock. The hand plays paper.
  
  Paper beats rock. You lose!
  
  Apparently satisfied, the hand floats back into the sky, and the world returns to normal.
  
  > Paper
  You play paper. The hand plays rock.
  
  Paper beats rock. You win!
  
  Apparently satisfied, the hand floats back into the sky, and the world returns to normal.
  
  It occurs to you that you gained absolutely nothing from this victory, as if this was just someone's elaborate idea of an Easter egg.