text: [Themes: fan fiction, puzzle, humor]
  
  Hello, and welcome to Clover Seven: Ace Attorney! Before you begin playing, you must know the basic procedure of court in the Ace Attorney series. Basically, the Prosecution will call a witness. It is the defense attorney's job to cross-examine the witness, (More on that below.) to see if his testimony holds any contradictions. A contradiction is basically a statement that does not add up with the facts.
  When the prosecution calls a witness, he will testify, and you must cross-examine that testimony. While you cross examine him, you have basically two options for each section of it. You can either press the statement, or Object to it. When you press a statement, Clover will ask a question for further information. Be careful though, sometimes if you press on a wrong statement, you will lose a portion of your health. (More information below.) When you Object to a statement, you are saying that something in that statement goes against what is stated in the Court Record. When you Object, you must present the evidence you think goes against that statement. (To present evidence, simply use the item you wish to present.)
  There are basically two types of evidence you can present. There is Evidence (Actual, physical items.) and Profiles. (A brief overview of each person.) You can present either of which as Evidence against a statement.
  When you Object to the wrong statement, present the wrong evidence, make the wrong choice, or press a statement that should not be pressed, you will lose a certain percentage of your health. If your health hits 0, your client will be found guilty and you will lose your case! (Also, you will not be able to rate or leave a comment.)
  That's all there is too it! Good luck!
  
  > click here to begin!
  Clover: (Ugh...I'm so nervous...My first time in an actual court trial... and a murder case at that! Stay calm Clover... just remember what you learned in law school and you'll be fine...)
  Green: Clover! Are you all right? It looks like your shivering! You don't have a cold do you?
  Clover: Oh, hi Ed. No, I'm okay, just kind of nerv-.
  Alan: Seven! Please, you have to help me! I didn't kill Kyle! I swear I didn't! Please!
  Clover: Whoa! He Alan. How are you today?
  Alan: Horrible! Everyone is treating me like I'm some sort of criminal!
  Clover: Um...Alan, you do realize you are on trial right...
  Alan: Oh... Yeah. But I swear I didn't do it! I didn't kill Kyle!
  Green: Relax Alan, f you are truly innocent, then Clover and I will get you an acquittal.
  Alan: Well, than-.
  Bailiff: Court is ready to commence, please enter the courtroom now.
  Green: Before you go Clover, here's the court record.
  Clover: Oh! Thanks Ed! (All right, here goes nothing! ...But first I'd better take a close look at the Court Record...)[Themes: sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, horror, zombie, science fiction]
  
  You are a Junior at Blossom Dale High School. Your name is Charles.
  
  Today at lunch Christie handed you a note, pressed her finger to her lips and gave you a wink. "After school. Room 413 in the abandoned hallway. Come alone. Tell no one," it read. You looked up at her confused but she shook her head and refused to talk about it.
  
  You look down at the note and up at the dark hall. The floor is barricaded by six large trashcans but you easily push one out of the way and move past it, pushing it back into place behind you. This hallway hasn't been in use for at least a decade; but it was more than abandoned, it was also off-limits. It would be big trouble if you were caught trespassing in this area.
  
  You give a careful look back over your shoulder and move down the hall, keeping an eye on the numbers painted above the doors. 407, 409, 411, 413. You stand briefly in front of the door. There are no lights on inside. Tentatively you reach for the handle and push open the door.
  
  The room is being used to store old desks and chairs, there are several stacks of desks and chairs throughout the room. There are five people in the room, standing around or sitting on desks and chairs. They are four students and a teacher, the students are an enemy, a friend and a couple who are neither; all are surprised to see you. You smile nervously, arching your eyebrows up and giving an uncomfortable sort of wave.
  
  There's something palpably creepy in the air, a sense that you are intruding on something very secretive. No one speaks for a long while, just staring at you as though willing you to turn around and leave.
  
  "Close the door," the teacher, Dr. Verruckt says with a quiet urgency; breaking the silence. He is a thin older brunette man in his mid-forties with a receding hairline and a thinly shaved beard. "Quickly now," he says. "And quietly."
  
  [Author's Note: There is a sequence of runes which can lead you to alternate dimensions. There is a scientist posing as a teacher who has figured out how to manipulate these runes. There is you, who is somehow getting mixed up in all of this.]
  
  > close the door.
  You give Dr. Verrukt a nod and make your way swiftly back to the door, closing it as quietly as you can manage. You turn back around to see everyone still staring at you, still unsure what to make of your presence.
  
  "Hello," you say; taking your first real look around at the other occupants within. James is here, the linebacker for the Blossom Dale Knights; holding an aluminum baseball bat in his hands. You aren't exactly friends. There's Mike, a video game nerd you sometimes talk to; Frank, dressed perpetually in camouflage playing with a knife; and Destiny, beautiful breathtaking Destiny leaning against the wall and refusing to meet your eyes. It's like she'd rather be anywhere else but here.
  
  "What the hell are you doing here?" Dr. Verrukt asked in a small intense tone.
  
  "I..." you begin, looking around; "I don't actually know."
  
  "You stumbled in here," Dr. Verrukt began hesitantly; "into this specific room in the off-limits hall... By pure chance?"
  
  "No," you say. "I mean... What is this? What are you doing in here?"
  
  James uncrosses his thick arms and takes a few steps forward. "You don't get to ask questions, Chuck," he says. Then he points his finger into your chest. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
  
  "Calm down, James;" Dr. Verrukt says. "I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason for his presence."
  
  Just then the door opens behind you and Christie steps in. "Sorry I'm late," she says; ignoring the tension in the air. "Oh good Charlie," she says to you; "You made it."
  
  "You invited him?!" Dr. Verrukt asks, his arms flailing.
  
  Christie looks a little shaken. She takes a deep breath and nods. "You said we needed more people," she explains slowly.
  
  "I also said it was to remain a secret! The fact that you this young man knows about it at all makes it a poorly kept secret." Verrukt says, letting out wild growl of frustration. The room is quiet for a moment. The man takes a few deep breaths through his nose then speaks considerably more calmly. "What you say is true," he admits. "I did say we needed more people. I accept that I may not have been clear enough." He looks around at everyone in the room. "When I said we need more people, I did NOT mean 'bring your friends'."Christie looks completely crestfallen, her face quite pale. James has his square jaw firmly clenched as he shakes his head and glowers at you. You look back to the doctor.
  
  "This infraction will be excused because I did not technically forbid it. If ever you are unsure of something, check with me first. Is this understood?" Verrukt looks pointedly at your friend and Christie nods. "Very well then."
  
  "Of all the idiots you could bring, Christie; you pick this fool?!" James says, pointing his finger at you at you.
  
  "Hey," you say.
  
  "Enough," Dr. Verrukt says, stroking at the thin beard on his chin. "We do need more people," he says. "It is true that I have said as much. I was hoping to speak to them first, give them an interview of sorts; but I suppose what's done is done with this one. Christie, are you certain that this boy is trustworthy?"
  
  Christie nods. "I am sir, yes. I have known Charlie since we were both very young. He's a good guy and he can keep a secret."
  
  "I appreciate your words," Dr. Verrukt says. "James, you seem to be familiar with this young man as well. What is your opinion of him?"
  
  "I think he's a fucking asshole," James says.
  
  Dr. Verrukt nods. "I will confess that I do not personally know this young man. Can anyone else vouch for him?"
  
  There is silence from the rest of them for a few moments.
  
  "I know him," Mike says. He clears his throat. "He's alright. I trust him."
  
  Dr. Verrukt nods. "Anyone else?" You don't expect Frank or Destiny to vouch for you; you've never really talked much to Frank and Destiny doesn't seem to even know you exist. She's so hot, you think; glancing over at her.
  
  "Very well," Dr. Verrukt says; "That will have to be good enough. Joseph, is it?"
  
  "It's Charles, actually;" you say.
  
  "There's not much we can do," Dr. Verrukt says. "He's here now. We may as well include him."
  
  "Bullshit," James says. "This guy? Dr. Verrukt you can't be serious!"
  
  "What do you propose then, James?"
  
  "I propose we tell him to forget about this place and kick him the hell out of here," James says.
  
  Destiny leans forward off the wall. "Why don't you let him decide?" She says casually. James and Dr. Verrukt look at each other and then at you.
  
  "Well?" Dr. Verrukt says. "You may leave if you wish, provided you tell no one about our meeting... Or you can join us and break new scientific ground."
  
  > Leave
  Something didn't feel right about that room. There's no way you're going back in there. You figure you'll talk to Christie about it tomorrow. She'll understand. You've been friends for a long time.
  
  You push a trash can out of the way and step out of the darkness. Mr. Lewis, one of the janitors, was sweeping the hall. "School's closed, kid;" he said. "What are you doing here?"
  
  "I uh," you begin, your voice cracking. "I forgot my homework."
  
  He laughs. "Good thing you came back before we locked up."
  
  You give a little nervous laugh and head in the direction of your locker; walking right past it and out the door.
  
  You live two blocks from school and the walk is uneventful. Your neighbors dog barks at you as you through the window as you step up onto your porch. You grab an apple from the kitchen and soon you are lost in your algebra work. You finish up your homework and do the dishes. You are such a dutiful son.
  
  Your mom comes home from work as you're settling into the couch and a Gilligan's Island rerun. She asks about your day and you give non-committal responses. She kisses you on your forehead like you're still a kid and walks into the kitchen.
  
  There's a knock at the door that startles you from your work. Your mom answers it. "Oh Christie," she says; "Come on in honey." You glance over to see your friend leap through the air and tackle your mother to the ground.
  
  You stand up in surprise as your mother screams in panic. Your friend is atop your mother, her mouth clamped around your mothers throat. Your mom looks over at you, tears glistening in her wide terror-filled eyes. "Run," she says in a whimper as Christie tears her throat out and spits it to the ground.
  
  Christie looks up at you, your eyes meet for just a moment. Her face from cheek bones to jaw is covered in blood. She smiles a crimson smile, madness in her eyes; and drinks from the artery.
  
  > Fight
  "Jesus Christ, Christie!" You scream, throwing your remote at her and reaching for the poker beside the fireplace. You move in on her and she rises slowly to your feet with her crimson smile.
  
  "So soon, Charlie?" She asks. "I'm not finished eating yet."
  
  "What the fuck, Christie?!" You scream; holding the poker up like a baseball bat. "Look I'm sorry I didn't stay at the fucking cult meeting but... Fuck! You didn't have to kill me mom!"
  
  She laughs a twisted laugh. And starts walking over to you. "You should have talked your friend into leaving with you," she tells you. "She's still be alive if it weren't for you. Your mother would still be alive too."
  
  You strike at her with the poker but she absorbs the blow with her forearm. You strike again and again she turns it around.
  
  "If you'd talked Christie into leaving with you," she says; "You wouldn't have to die."
  
  She lunges forward with her mouth agape. Despite the blinding speed of her movement you are somehow able to step aside and smack her in the jaw with the iron poker; knocking her a few steps aside.
  
  "Why do any of us have to die?" You ask, your voice breaking.
  
  "Because we hunger." She leaps at you and though you are able to crack her in the head with another blow of your fire poker; the weight atop you is more than you are able to bear. You fall on your back and she lunges again at your throat. You put the iron poker between you and keep her at bay as though bench pressing her.
  
  "Struggle more," she says with a smile; blood dripping from her mouth onto your face. "The blood is sweeter when it's hot."
  
  You push her off of you and try to get to your feet but she is somehow up before you. She kicks you in the gut over and over again as you feel your insides bruising and tearing. Soon you can take no more and fall to your side. She kicks you over onto your back and smiles down at you.
  
  "Good night, Charlie," she says in Christie's voice.
  
  Then she tears your throat out and drinks from your throat until everything goes dark.