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[["Who is this?"]]
[["Skip the formalities. I'm here to play the game."]]We don’t have time to exchange formalities. You found this internet passage which means you like to jump into rabbit holes. I could use someone like you on my team.
You need to decide quickly though if you are willing to take the journey into the unknown. How curious are you?
If you are in, I will guide you throughout the game.
If you are out, there were never any strings attached. No foul, no shame.
[[“Hip pity Hop, I can’t seem to stop.” Said the Glutton to the Shadow.]]
[[“I Quit.” Said no one. Ever.]]The gleam from pristine white walls and a well-manicured floor sting your eyes when you try to examine your surroundings. Your headache fades slightly as you pull yourself up from the polished concrete. In your groggy state, you hear a low hum off in the distance followed by a series of high-pitched whispers.
Your neck stings where someone injected a sleeping agent. The smell of a home cooked meal awakens your senses and reminds you that you are famished.
When your eyes adjust to the light you see 4 closed doors. Each door has a small table display of items to choose from.
The blue door's table holds a plate of your favorite foods.
Beside the blue door is a door made of flesh. The flesh door's table holds an ancient blade labeled as the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune.
Adjacent from the flesh door is a faded yellow door. A red light glares from an electric coin slot where the doorknob should be. A small bag of gold coins rests on it table.
The last door has no table. The last door is a mirror.
[[Blue Door: Eat a food item]]
[[Flesh Door: Stab the door made of flesh with the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Mirror Door: Examine the mirror]]Excellent. Now, I need to ask you a series of questions so I can better understand who you are. Let’s pretend that you wake on the floor in a windowless room. As you stir from your drug induced slumber you complain about the pounding in your head.
[[“Tell Gallagher to stop with the Sledge-O-Matic, already.” You say with a goran.]]
[[“Hello?” You call out, where the hell am I?” You say with a tremble.]]
[[“I didn’t sign up for this, bullshit." You say with a furious anger.]]
Liar, liar, your pants are on fire. If you really wanted to quit, you wouldn't have bothered replying. Now, are you ready to play?
[[“Hip pity Hop, I can’t seem to stop.” Said the Glutton to the Shadow.]]The gleam from pristine white walls and a well-manicured floor sting your eyes when you try to examine your surroundings. Your headache fades slightly as you pull yourself up from the polished concrete. In your groggy state, you hear a low hum off in the distance followed by a series of high-pitched whispers.
Your neck stings where someone injected a sleeping agent. The smell of a home cooked meal awakens your senses and reminds you that you are famished.
When your eyes adjust to the light you see 4 closed doors. Each door has a small table display of items to choose from.
The blue door's table holds a plate of your favorite foods.
Beside the blue door is a door made of flesh. The flesh door's table holds an ancient blade labeled as the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune.
Adjacent from the flesh door is a faded yellow door. A red light glares from an electric coin slot where the doorknob should be. A small bag of gold coins rests on its table.
The last door has no table. The last door is a mirror.
[[Blue Door: Eat a food item]]
[[Flesh Door: Stab the door made of flesh with the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Mirror Door: Examine the mirror]]The gleam from pristine white walls and a well-manicured floor sting your eyes when you try to examine your surroundings. Your headache fades slightly as you pull yourself up from the polished concrete. In your groggy state, you hear a low hum off in the distance followed by a series of high-pitched whispers.
Your neck stings where someone injected a sleeping agent. The smell of a home cooked meal awakens your senses and reminds you that you are famished.
When your eyes adjust to the light you see 4 closed doors. Each door has a small table display of items to choose from.
The blue door's table holds a plate of your favorite foods.
Beside the blue door is a door made of flesh. The flesh door's table holds an ancient blade labeled as the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune.
Adjacent from the flesh door is a faded yellow door. A red light glares from an electric coin slot where the doorknob should be. A small bag of gold coins rests on its table.
The last door has no table. The last door is a mirror.
[[Blue Door: Eat a food item]]
[[Flesh Door: Stab the door made of flesh with the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Mirror Door: Examine the mirror]]You finally give in to your stomach’s demands. Mmmm, your favorite foods taste so….
The gleam of pristine white walls and well-manicured floor sting your eyes when you try to examine your surroundings. What the heck just happened? A sense of déjà vu washes over you, but something is different. Someone painted a mouth with sharp teeth on the blue door.
[[Feed the blue door the plate of food]]
[[Stab the flesh door with the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Mirror Door: Examine the mirror]]Some would call you insane, others would run away screaming, but none of that matters to you right now. You are desperate and desperate people must do whatever it takes to survive.
You sink the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune into the heart of the meat bag.
Its flesh tries to shrink away from your advance, but where is it going to go? You got it right where you want it.
It bleeds
[[Drink the blood]]
[[Blue Door: Eat a food item]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Mirror Door: Examine the mirror]]Despite knowing that money is the root of all evils, you decide to feed money into the door slot after you pocket a few for later. The doors electrical panel flashes from red to green with a click. You instinctively rub your thumb over the pyramid on the coin’s surface as you turn the doorknob.
A few bags of chips spill onto the floor. You bend down to grab one of the white bags of chips labeled in black bold font from the floor
[[FAKE FOOD]]
[[IMITATION VEGETABLE]]
[[BOVINE V]]
[[COURIR]]Your familiar tired eyes stare back at you. Your steady gaze notices movement on the other side of the mirror. You cup your hands against the glass with the hope of seeing the movement more clearly. It doesn't help.
[["I see you in there, let me out of here. I didn't sign up for this shit."]]
[[Take the knife from the flesh door's table]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Blue Door: Eat a food item]]
[[Try breaking the mirror]]You must admit, you feel terrific! Maybe if you share your plate of food with the door, it will let you out. As you approach the table the blue door’s newly painted mouth begins to open. How are they doing this? Who is doing this? None of that matters right now, you just want to get the fuck out of here.
Cautiously you step in close to feed the door. An unexpected fire alarm frightens you. You catch yourself on the doorknob. Unfortunately, you weren’t unable to save your pinky finger from the powerful chomp of door teeth.
The excruciating pain from your hand radiates through your body. You fall to the floor with a panic that grips your throat. You try to call for help but to no avail. As the infection starts to spread you feel all the energy you had before starting to build before you exhale your last breath.
A concerned female voice attempts to wake you from your slumber. Her voice sounds muffled and distant. Your eyes flash open as she begins to wrap your hand. Your head falls to the side as your hunger builds. The blue door is now an open void.
“Everything is going to be alright, what is your name?” She says to you over the ear-piercing alarm.
[[“We don’t have time for formalities. We need to get the hell out of here.”]]
[[“Who are you? Where are we?”]]
[[“I’m starving, you want to go out on a date?”]]
Double-click this passage to edit it.You aren't going to let a little blood stop you from escaping.
You taste the copper tang of the red juice. WOW! You thought it would be gross, but it actually tastes amazing! Your lust for liquid life grows. You drink until you pass out.
The gleam of pristine white walls and well-manicured floor sting your eyes when you try to examine your surroundings. What the heck just happened? A sense of déjà vu washes over you, but something is different.
You feel different...
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. After choosing your preferred bag of chips you realize you are standing before an open vending machine. The yellow door locks behind you. Before confusion can set in, you hear. Slurping sounds emanating from behind the door at the end of the hallway.
[[Take as many bags of chips as you can hold]]
[[Let your presence be known]]
[[Open the door at the end of the hall]]
[[Run away from the door]]After choosing your preferred bag of chips you realize you are standing before an open vending machine. The yellow door locks behind you. Before confusion can set in, you hear. Slurping sounds emanating from behind the door at the end of the hallway.
[[Take as many bags of chips as you can hold]]
[[Let your presence be known]]
[[Open the door at the end of the hall]]
[[Run away from the door]]After choosing your preferred bag of chips you realize you are standing before an open vending machine. The yellow door locks behind you. Before confusion can set in, you hear. Slurping sounds emanating from behind the door at the end of the hallway.
[[Take as many bags of chips as you can hold]]
[[Let your presence be known]]
[[Open the door at the end of the hall]]
[[Run away from the door]]After choosing your preferred bag of chips you realize you are standing before an open vending machine. The yellow door locks behind you. Before confusion can set in, you hear. Slurping sounds emanating from behind the door at the end of the hallway.
[[Take as many bags of chips as you can hold]]
[[Let your presence be known]]
[[Open the door at the end of the hall]]
[[Run away from the door]]You hear no response from the peanut gallery.
[[Take the knife from the flesh door's table]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Blue Door: Eat a food item]]
[[Try breaking the mirror]]fuck this, You think to yourself. I'm arming myself.
You take the knife off the Flesh door's table then briefly wait for an Indiana Jones moment that never happens.
[[Cut up food to eat at the blue door's table]]
[[Stab the flesh door with the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Try picking the coin slot door with the dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Try breaking the mirror]]You aren’t going to let someone treat you as their own personal puppet. You are hungry, pissed off and tired of people’s bullshit.
[[Try kicking in the glass]]
[[Use one of the small tables to smash the glass]]You try to form words, but your will is no longer is your own. You belong to me now, but don’t worry, you can still try to regain your humanity as we search for those that did this to you. Revenge is a dish best served cold and you are starving.
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. You try to form words, but your will is no longer is your own. You belong to me now, but don’t worry, you can still try to regain your humanity as we search for those that did this to you. Revenge is a dish best served cold and you are starving.
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. You try to form words, but your will is no longer is your own. You belong to me now, but don’t worry, you can still try to regain your humanity as we search for those that did this to you. Revenge is a dish best served cold and you are starving.
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. A few coins spill from your pockets as you fumble with the bags of food. The ruckus from the crinkle of chip bags versus tumbling coins gets the attention of whatever, whom ever is on the other side of the door down the hallway.
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. "Hello! Who is there?" You call out to the door at the end of the hallway. The slurping stops.
You hug your bag of food as you take a step toward the door to investigate further. You almost drop your bag of food when you hear the loud pounding from behind the door growing increasingly louder. You turn to run...
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. You hold tight to your bag of food. Slurping sounds don't scare you and why should they? You can slrup with the best of them and you have zero patience for this type of brutality.
The doorknob is cool to the touch. You ready yourself for whatever is on the other side of the door. The fire alarm scares the shit out of you.
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. Being supersitious, you take the advice from the bag of chips and run down the hall. Courir is one of the few French words you know and you aren't taking any chances.
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. You finally give in to your stomach’s demands. Mmmm, your favorite foods taste so….
The gleam of pristine white walls and well-manicured floor sting your eyes when you try to examine your surroundings. What the heck just happened? A sense of déjà vu washes over you, but something is different. Someone painted a mouth with sharp teeth on the blue door.
[[Feed the blue door the plate of food]]
[[Stab the flesh door with the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Mirror Door: Examine the mirror]] You use the knife to try and pick your way out of the room. The electrical shock that follows stops your heart and you die.
They don't call it the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune for nothing.
A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. A note from the creator, Widowcrypt: I will be working on finishing this story but for now, I need to turn in this assignment. Don’t look so sad, I will be back with more. The gleam from pristine white walls and a well-manicured floor sting your eyes when you try to examine your surroundings. Your headache fades slightly as you pull yourself up from the polished concrete. In your groggy state, you hear a low hum off in the distance followed by a series of high-pitched whispers.
Your neck stings where someone injected a sleeping agent. The smell of a home cooked meal awakens your senses and reminds you that you are famished.
When your eyes adjust to the light you see 4 closed doors. Each door has a small table display of items to choose from.
The blue door's table holds a plate of your favorite foods.
Beside the blue door is a door made of flesh. The flesh door's table holds an ancient blade labeled as the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune.
Adjacent from the flesh door is a faded yellow door. A red light glares from an electric coin slot where the doorknob should be. A small bag of gold coins rests on it table.
The last door has no table. The last door is a mirror.
[[Blue Door: Eat a food item]]
[[Flesh Door: Stab the door made of flesh with the Dagger of Deplorable Misfortune]]
[[Yellow Door: Put coins into the yellow door's coin slot]]
[[Mirror Door: Examine the mirror]]