> ..............CLOSETHEDOOR
DOOF
CLICK.
The click was the lock. There's a lock. You clicked it.
The gunfire and soft paw pads cease. Apparently a wooden door trumps a machine gun. You have clearly bested this enemy for eternity and will never have to worry about it again.
> Assess situation.
Now that you've gotten some reprieve, you feel the need to make sense of what's going on.
Body: You're pretty wrecked. You're not entirely sure your eyes work. Your left arm is sore, but overall still functional. Your face is gashed in at least three places and your nose has been bleeding profusely for the last half hour or so. All of your fingers hurt when you slammed the coffin lid on them. Otherwise... you're not all that bad. You can function.
Memory: You don't really remember much. You ran out of peanut butter so you and your girlfriend went down to the seedy corner store to get some. Then, DEMON DOG DARKNESS DUEL.
Maybe the guys who put you here are horrible racists and didn't want a black guy and an Asian chick hooking up.
No, that would be stupid. This is way too elaborate for something that petty. It's probably more to do with all of those strongly-worded letters you recently sent to your local congressman about the faltering economic support for rural farmers. But you only did that cause your cousin Berney lives out there. Really you would have preferred them to beat up Berney cause he still owes you two bucks for postage.
Okay, you completely lost track of the point for a moment.
Etc: So you've got the machine-gun dog locked in the coffin-room, and that other guy went after the Growler you thought you killed earlier. He can probably see in the dark, too, because he was following a blood trail. Now that you think about it, he could be here in this room right now! ...Or maybe it's a hallway. You can't really tell. There are perpendicular walls on either side of the door so it's probably a hallway.
> Think about your favorite heavy metal tune.
Let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor
let the bodies hit the CRASH CRASH
YOOOOOOUUUUUUdonthaveaverycreativetasteinmetal ONE NUTTIN WRONG WIT ME TWO NUTTIN WRONG WITH ME
look for lightswitch
The Goodstuff is always behind the spoiler...
Its always changeing really!
>Find a lightswitch, but be suddenly blinded by the light and go blind.
> Use your imagination to come up with a (blatantly wrong) diagram of the rooms you were in.
> Find light switch.
Here's one. It's right by the door. That was easy.
click
> ==>
You are now THIS CHICK who also happens to be IN THE DARK and cannot, for all intents and purposes (and intensive purposes) see shit-all. That's also your name, as it happens. You hate your parents.
But regardless of all that, the pressing issue at hand is that you've got a half-dead monster lying on top of you. You are SIGNIFICANTLY PERTURBED by this happenstance.
>Make monster all-the-way-dead.
> Using asian-style kung-fu, make the half-dead monster full-dead.
Eat the monster
The Goodstuff is always behind the spoiler...
Its always changeing really!
> Think. What happened to you and your boyfriend?
> Think. What happened to you and Steve?
Oh, that's simple. You were visiting the doctors after your jaw started hurting one day. One minute you were listening to some douchey upper-class white guy tell you you were a hypochondriac, and the next minute MYSTERIOUS MAGIC MONSTER MUSHING. You're mushing with all the mysterious magic monsters like you don't even know.
> Use Asian-Style Kung-Fu
You flail about spastically until the monster slides off of your back. Then you get up and deftly kick it in the dark for a few minutes. It's probably dead. It probably already was. Good to make sure though.
>Consider that you may be suffering from hallucinations brought about by the disease doctors refuse to believe that you have.
Look for a mirror, fixing to get your style straight.
Nothing here but us chickens.
But
There isn't
You don't seem to understand how this works
> Fixing to get your style straight.
You... fix? Do you need like some hammer and nails? You don't really -
> FIXING to get your style STRAIGHT
The emphasis doesn't really help here, you have to -
> FIXING TO GET YOUR STYLE STRAIGHT
You sit on the floor and weep.
> Get up and stop crying. Are you a girl?
Oh wait, yes you are. Okay. Still, you should probably get up and stop crying.
> Examine surroundings to the best of your ability.
>shitall: get off the floor, get out the door, everybody do th
wait,
THIS
IS
STUPID
>shitall: instead decide to act with maturity and the air of a responsible person
Last edited by Qeztotz; 02-22-2012 at 01:08 PM. Reason: additions
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYKupOsaJmk < EVERYONE WALK THE DINOSAUR
LOOKIT! ITS A BUTTON!
> Examine surroundings.
Well this sure is a floor you're sitting on. It's made out of cold. It is a cold floor made of cold.
Okay, wait, you can do better than that. You get up and listen for audio cues.
There is a distinct humming coming from the right.
Human humming.
The tune tickles your memory. Something about... dinosaurs...?
call out "Hello?"
The Goodstuff is always behind the spoiler...
Its always changeing really!
> Examine walls and ceiling if able, investigate humming.