text: You start walking down the stairs but find it to take way too long. You get impatient and decide to have some fun. You decide to...
  
  > walk down safely and boringly
  You walk down the stairs normally. It isn't fun and it takes you 30 minutes to get to the bottom because you stop to take breaks. The thought of eggs enters your mind, "Damn, the eggs are waiting!" you pick up the pace and make it down the seemingly endless stairs.
  
  A lobby of some sorts expands before you.
  
  Someone sits at a desk near the front entrance, the front doors look unlocked though, should you...
  
  > ask the person what's going on
  You walk over and introduce yourself to the desk person. They cheerfully reply with their own greetings.
  
  (Kinda weird neither of you have names in the story, oh well.)
  
  You don't have much time to talk, you need those eggs soon. What will you ask the desk person?
  
  > How did you end up in that room on the tenth floor?
  "You were dropped off by someone who said you were going to steal their eggs so they knocked you out and rented you a room for a month. Also locking all the doors in here." they say smiling.
  
  "And you didn't call the police why?" you question.
  
  "They paid me in pizza, can't say I wouldn't take the offer."
  
  Well then... fair enough.
  
  You've got a few options, you decide the best course of action would be...
  
  > Charming the desk person to let you out
  You smile charmingly at the desk person, they blush and stand up.
  
  "Are you... free like... right now?" they say.
  
  You are surprised by the reply and step back, wearily.
  
  You really just want the key to get out but maybe this is the way to do so.
  
  "Yeeeeeeah? Are... you?" you try and feign true interest.
  
  "Heck yeah, I'm board as fudge making sure you don't escape, it's been two weeks without anything to do. I'm quitting, let's go out and do something!"
  
  You don't know what to say. Guess you'll still be able to leave but... looks like you've got a new friend.
  
  > leave with your new friend
  The front desk person, who is now your date for the day, is very pleased with having something to do.
  
  They open the door with their key and step outside onto the strangely empty sidewalk. They gesture for you to follow and you step out into the fresh air. You do so, and inhale a great breath of triumph.
  
  You can smell something faint... it... it can't be... EGGS!! You know it must be true! But from where?!
  
  Across the street in that random supermarket! They must be there!
  
  You look at your new friend anxiously, and ramble out your next sentence...
  
  > You're going to the supermarket.
  Your friend looks at the supermarket across the street without saying a word. They look back at you and smile.
  
  "That one over there? Sure, I like your demanding tone too, very... uh, sexy or something."
  
  With that said and your mind set on the eggs, you and your friend cross the empty street and head towards the entrance of the supermarket.
  
  > The Finale for the Eggs
  The supermarket doors slide open and you and your friend step inside.
  
  It is CHAOS.
  
  People running around, throwing food and frozen goods at each other. Cashiers burn money and the manager sits in a corner shaking. There has to be at least three hundred people inside, all tearing through shelves looking for stuff. You calmly gesture your friend along, and you step forward through a mass of people trying to push open the door to the manager's office. If a zombie apocalypse had happened, you wouldn't have been the wiser, this store was near torn down, with people unconscious and other straight up bleeding out, which turned out to just be ketchup.
  
  There is a chant building up from the front area of the store.
  
  "Sales, sales, sales!" They chant.
  
  A worker stands on a counter and takes out a megaphone,
  
  "Yes it is true folks, today is our 97% off everything sale, but I really think you should all calm do-"
  
  The worker is cut off as they are pulled off the counter into the crowd, screaming as they disappear into the mob.
  
  You hold out your arm to stop your friend from joining, but it doesn't look like they want anything from the store, and stay by your side.
  
  You scan the store, looking for the true prize, you notice a big sign with the word EGGS on it, hanging loosely near the back, past the fruits and vegetables.
  
  You think you could make it if you make a mad dash through, but it looks like fruits and veggies people are having an all out war over which one is better.
  
  Then again, the cake isle is empty, so maybe you could take a safer, albeit longer route.
  
  > The War
  You look at your friend sadly.
  
  "I'm afraid this is were we must part ways, I cannot bring you to go through that madness."
  
  Your friend grabs hold of you, trying to pull you back.
  
  "NO!! Please, anything but that! We have so much to do in life! Like... walk to the park or get ice cream or..."
  
  You put a finger to their lips.
  
  "Hush now. I'll only be gone a second." you say as their eyes sparkle with hope.
  
  "Oh... alright, I believe in you!"
  
  With those encouraging words, you step foot into the action.
  
  Grapes zip past your head as they are shot out of a makeshift Gatling gun. The fruit side lays on heavy fire to the defending veggies who have set up a barrier of lettuce. Watermelons are catapulted over your view and splatter on the floor missing their targets, creating an even bigger mess then before, you weave through the racks of peppers and pumpkins, which were being sold in summer for some reason. Muskets filled with frozen peas are shot continuously from the defending crunchy green people protecting the vegetable isle.
  
  You nearly lose your head and have to duck down next to some carrot barricades. Molotov cocktails filled with jalapenos rain from above, splashing fire and spices all over the area.
  
  You have to act quick to survive this war, what will you do?
  
  > Staying low is the way to go!
  You crawl under fruit stands as cucumbers mortars smash into the floor around you. People from both sides drop to the ground as they are picked off by snipers using sharp, thin cobs of corn and frozen bananas.
  
  With some patience you manage to slide under most of the displays and make it into the calmer cold section with a lot less destruction than you thought there would be. The sign with EGGS on it swings back and forth, like in a wild western movie, squeaking with each swing. You take a step into the isle and get chills. Something isn't right here... oh... actually everything's fine, it's just an open freezer.
  
  Anyhow, you walk to the sacred door and open it to see one last carton of eggs sitting in the back.
  
  An angelic choir sings down from above, the eggs slide forward into your hands as if it was meant to be.
  
  You open the carton. Ah... beautiful... only one is cracked a little, so these eggs really couldn't be better. You turn to go to the checkout. The war has halted and everyone in the store stares at you. You stop walking and hold up the eggs in victory. An eruption of cheers bombards your ears, people hold their arms up celebrating for some reason.
  
  "The war is over!! He claimed the sacred eggs! We can all go home!"
  
  > It's finally over...
  You run through the people, who have dropped their food weapons. Some kneel in respect at your great power. You hug the person who believed in you the whole 15 minute journey, and they cry tears of joy.
  
  "You did it, I knew you could!"
  
  You show them the goods and they nearly faint.
  
  "Wooooah... those are some NICE eggs!"
  
  You nod in agreement and decide leaving the store is the best action. It really is time to go home.
  
  As you step out the door, a man stops you.
  
  "Don't worry. I don't want the eggs. I just came to say thank you."
  
  You tilt your head in confusion.
  
  "For what?"
  
  The man pats you on the back.
  
  "For the entertainment! I put you in that room with the hopes something great would happen! I was not disappointed by any means."
  
  You stare at the man, mouth agape. You look at your friend, they nod.
  
  "Yeah, that's the guy who dragged you up the stairs."
  
  With a quick and relentless blow, they are knocked backwards by your fist, tumbling backwards into a parked car.
  
  "Touch me or any eggs ever again and I'll show you what it's like to crawl through a grocery store in the middle of a war!!"
  
  With a final nod to your friend who is amazed by your sudden power (granted from the eggs of course) you begin the slow walk back to your home, wherever it is.
  
  But who cares where home is? The eggs are all yours. You are now complete. You don't care about anything else that's happened. Eggs are the life of you, and you've won them by sheer willpower.