You're not sure how to help this man. Also, you're a bit scared. You are just an ordinary person of ordinary strength and height. Why would anyone ask help from someone so average? This man has a strong, well-built body. He is clearly stronger than you, so why is he asking for your help?
This thought makes you frown. How can you be sure this man is safe?
You start to slowly back away, watching as the man's face becomes more and more desperate.
A guilty feeling begins to run through you, but you quickly ignore it. Turning around swiftly, you run away.
You run, run, and run some more. It seems to be a bit confusing as to what you are running away from, but you know deep down, you are running away from the fear.
After running a while, you look back.
No one is there. No one is chasing you. Nothing strange is happening.
"Why did that man ask me for help?" the question runs through your mind again, and the fear that once controlled you is replaced by curiosity.
You look at yourself. There is nothing unusual about you. You are wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, like always, but then you realize something strange about yourself.
"When...did I get a gun?" you murmur these words in confusion and fear. You don't remember ever purchasing a gun.
If you'd like to throw away the gun and just pretend nothing happened, click here.
If you'd like to keep the gun and go help the man, click here.
-Kris
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Alleyway Adventure 2A
"Okay. I'll help you, but on one condition—you have to tell me who this he is." You try to keep your voice tight and business-like, unafraid. Relief floods his eyes and a sigh escapes his lips.
"Thank you, thank--you," he says between heavy breaths, doubled over, his hands on his knees.
"So...him?" You remind the man whose eyes are shrouded in exhaustion and fear.
His eyes flick up, meeting yours. His sudden relief seems to melt into the pavement like he just remembered why he'd been running in the first place. Now his tenseness seems to pour into you. You pull your shoulders higher, your chin jutting out in faux confidence. The man looks at you grimly.
"He killed them. All of them. I have no one left. And now he's coming." The seriousness of his tone leads you to two conclusions: either he's completely crazy and has convinced himself that some mysterious man has killed "them" and now he's running from nothing, accosting random strangers, or everything he said is true.
You weigh these options carefully. If the first option is true, you ought to run away. Now.
But if the second...if the second is true...then he needs your help.
"Tell me what I need to do," you whisper, a shrug tugging at your shoulder blades.
"I need you to shoot me. And pretend like it was an accident," he said, handing you a gun.
If you decide to take the gun and shoot him, click here.
If you decide to run away, click here.
"Thank you, thank--you," he says between heavy breaths, doubled over, his hands on his knees.
"So...him?" You remind the man whose eyes are shrouded in exhaustion and fear.
His eyes flick up, meeting yours. His sudden relief seems to melt into the pavement like he just remembered why he'd been running in the first place. Now his tenseness seems to pour into you. You pull your shoulders higher, your chin jutting out in faux confidence. The man looks at you grimly.
"He killed them. All of them. I have no one left. And now he's coming." The seriousness of his tone leads you to two conclusions: either he's completely crazy and has convinced himself that some mysterious man has killed "them" and now he's running from nothing, accosting random strangers, or everything he said is true.
You weigh these options carefully. If the first option is true, you ought to run away. Now.
But if the second...if the second is true...then he needs your help.
"Tell me what I need to do," you whisper, a shrug tugging at your shoulder blades.
"I need you to shoot me. And pretend like it was an accident," he said, handing you a gun.
If you decide to take the gun and shoot him, click here.
If you decide to run away, click here.
- s.s.
Expected 2B
Well, of course you're innocent. Knowing that something horrible is going to happen, but not saying anything about it doesn't make you guilty. Right? Anyways, it doesn't matter now. The deed has already been done. You might as well go in and see what exactly happened. It's pretty dark, you should probably turn on the light. Seems the electricity is out. Oh well. Did you hear that? It sounds like someone is in the back room. Careful not to trip on the body! She's right there next to the couch. There's a pool of blood around the woman's head. There's that sound again. It sounds like someone is frantically looking for something. You look through the key hole, there's a light coming from the inside. Is it the killer? Do you see a weapon? You hear the police cars approaching. The shuffling sounds stop. Before you can turn away the door swings open and you are staring into the eyes of a cold, dark figure.
Do you run away? [Click here]
Do you fight the intruder? [Click here]
Aspin O'Brien
Do you run away? [Click here]
Do you fight the intruder? [Click here]
Aspin O'Brien
To Arms! 2B
You take off running through the dirt streets of your town, yelling and screaming until you get to the wooden wall that surrounds the village. The wooden rungs are cold against your bare hands and feet as you climb the ladder to where the town bell is hung. Once at the top you grab the thick, rough rope and pull as hard as your strength allows you. The sound that resonates from the brass bell nearly blows your ear drums, and you fall against the planks of the watch tower. Where is the night watch? You wonder and then you really wonder. Where are they? Reality hits you like a hammer and for the first time you notice your surroundings. A scream escapes your lips and you almost fall off the tower.
The night watch are there, lying in pools of their own blood, arrows protruding from their chests.
You scramble back down the ladder as townsfolk begin to emerge from their homes. The men are marshaling for war. They will not take us alive, we will not fall, we will stand strong. Someone hands you a crossbow.
"Someone send a message to the King!" you yell. A moment later you see someone galloping away on a horse.
"Take to the walls!" the Captain of the Guard shouts. You run, following everyone else who has a crossbow. You will fight, you will stand strong against the enemies. But suddenly someone is calling you, its your father. He is holding out a sword, grandfather's sword.
Do you:
Use the crossbow [Click Here]
or
Use the Sword [Click Here]
A. Oswald
The night watch are there, lying in pools of their own blood, arrows protruding from their chests.
You scramble back down the ladder as townsfolk begin to emerge from their homes. The men are marshaling for war. They will not take us alive, we will not fall, we will stand strong. Someone hands you a crossbow.
"Someone send a message to the King!" you yell. A moment later you see someone galloping away on a horse.
"Take to the walls!" the Captain of the Guard shouts. You run, following everyone else who has a crossbow. You will fight, you will stand strong against the enemies. But suddenly someone is calling you, its your father. He is holding out a sword, grandfather's sword.
Do you:
Use the crossbow [Click Here]
or
Use the Sword [Click Here]
A. Oswald
Detective Uganariasaurus 2A
"So...where am I?" you ask confusedly, rubbing your tired eyes. It feels like you have traveled through time. Maybe you have.
"We're in New York City and it's 1923. Where did you come from? You don't look like most girls here." He flicks his cigar and ash falls calmly to the ground. You blush.
"I'm from... California. We're making... advances in the fashion industry?" You wince as he looks at you suspiciously.
"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know." He leads you up to a large house and looks around cautiously. He opens the door for you, and you smile nervously at him. He smiles at you, you blush.
"Where are we?" you manage to stutter out.
"Carter's. Look, sweetheart, I know this is your first mission, but do you really want to come into a house as dangerous as this one on your first try? I won't make you. It's your choice."
You look up at the mansion of a house before you as you wonder what to do next.
Do you...
A. Go with him into the house [Click Here]
B. Refuse to help him and ask to go back to the office [Click Here]
-mkb
"We're in New York City and it's 1923. Where did you come from? You don't look like most girls here." He flicks his cigar and ash falls calmly to the ground. You blush.
"I'm from... California. We're making... advances in the fashion industry?" You wince as he looks at you suspiciously.
"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know." He leads you up to a large house and looks around cautiously. He opens the door for you, and you smile nervously at him. He smiles at you, you blush.
"Where are we?" you manage to stutter out.
"Carter's. Look, sweetheart, I know this is your first mission, but do you really want to come into a house as dangerous as this one on your first try? I won't make you. It's your choice."
You look up at the mansion of a house before you as you wonder what to do next.
Do you...
A. Go with him into the house [Click Here]
B. Refuse to help him and ask to go back to the office [Click Here]
-mkb
Detective Uganariasaurus 2 B
The detective shrugs. "Well, if you're not going to come, the least you could do is clean up around here." He turns on his heels and walks out.
For a brief moment you stand, frozen in time, contemplating the scene that just played out before you. The 1920s? What could you possibly have to contribute to this decade? In the past few weeks you have been whisked away to different time periods and different countries. During your visits you have been given a small task to complete in order to improve the time period. You have witnessed medieval wars, civil wars, and natural disasters. With each challenge you have contributed to the rebuilding of a nation or people. But the 1920s was, is, a time of great advancements in industry, literature, music, and popular culture. Why have you landed here?
The blast of a car horn outside jolts you out of your daze. You begin to walk around the small office, picking up papers here and there and quickly glancing over their contents before setting them down in a neat pile on the desk. You notice a drawer that has been left open. Something inside is keeping it from closing. With a few careful tugs you pull out a large folder. Turning it over, you read the label: Detective Uganariasaurus: Top Secret. A big red stamp reads: CLASSIFIED. LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE ONLY. DO NOT OPEN.
If you open the file [Click here]
If you continue on cleaning [Click here]
Aspin O'Brien
For a brief moment you stand, frozen in time, contemplating the scene that just played out before you. The 1920s? What could you possibly have to contribute to this decade? In the past few weeks you have been whisked away to different time periods and different countries. During your visits you have been given a small task to complete in order to improve the time period. You have witnessed medieval wars, civil wars, and natural disasters. With each challenge you have contributed to the rebuilding of a nation or people. But the 1920s was, is, a time of great advancements in industry, literature, music, and popular culture. Why have you landed here?
The blast of a car horn outside jolts you out of your daze. You begin to walk around the small office, picking up papers here and there and quickly glancing over their contents before setting them down in a neat pile on the desk. You notice a drawer that has been left open. Something inside is keeping it from closing. With a few careful tugs you pull out a large folder. Turning it over, you read the label: Detective Uganariasaurus: Top Secret. A big red stamp reads: CLASSIFIED. LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE ONLY. DO NOT OPEN.
If you open the file [Click here]
If you continue on cleaning [Click here]
Aspin O'Brien
Worlds Away 2A
You decide to follow the shadow. Just as you think you're starting to get closer, you again lose track of it amongst the bright tropical trees. You look around in every direction, trying to catch even the slightest movement. Suddenly, you feel something touching your neck. You shiver, quickly turning around to see who or what has touched you.
You hear a boy's laughter. Confused, you look in the direction of the noise. The only thing you see is his black shape as he hides behind another tree.
"What- Who are you?" you ask.
"My name is Nox."
"Well, can you please come out from behind that tree so I can see you?"
He slowly creeps out from behind the tree. You notice that he looks shy, and he doesn't exactly have the greatest posture. You know instantly that your grandmother would not approve.
"Hi," he says, reaching out a black limb for you to shake. "I am Nox. I noticed that you are not from here. I want to help you find your way back to where you came from."
You look at him skeptically, because you can't actually see his face. It is shrouded in darkness. He continues, his voice sounding gentle and friendly, "I mean it. I do not lie to people. Will you trust me?"
What do you do?
Trust him with your life and go along with him. Click Here
Try to escape- he looks pretty sketchy. Click Here
-mkb
You hear a boy's laughter. Confused, you look in the direction of the noise. The only thing you see is his black shape as he hides behind another tree.
"What- Who are you?" you ask.
"My name is Nox."
"Well, can you please come out from behind that tree so I can see you?"
He slowly creeps out from behind the tree. You notice that he looks shy, and he doesn't exactly have the greatest posture. You know instantly that your grandmother would not approve.
"Hi," he says, reaching out a black limb for you to shake. "I am Nox. I noticed that you are not from here. I want to help you find your way back to where you came from."
You look at him skeptically, because you can't actually see his face. It is shrouded in darkness. He continues, his voice sounding gentle and friendly, "I mean it. I do not lie to people. Will you trust me?"
What do you do?
Trust him with your life and go along with him. Click Here
Try to escape- he looks pretty sketchy. Click Here
-mkb
Worlds Away 2B
The way the figure dissolved so suddenly into the trees sends chills down your spine. The last thing you want to do is follow it. Fear rises inside of you at the thought of what it could have been.
"Breathe," you say to yourself, trying to stay rational.
It doesn't seem to be working, so you continue talking to yourself.
"I fell through a magic portal and now I'm in the middle of some weird Amazon jungle. Nothing to freak out about, right? I mean it's not like there's terrifying monsters all over the place. HAHA, OH WAIT. THERE ARE." Though you meant to stay calm, you find yourself shouting the last line.
It dawns on you that screaming probably won't keep the figure away. In fact, shouting would most likely only encourage it and you are currently sitting in an open space, yelling at the top of your lungs - Not the best idea if you want to stay unbothered by mysterious jungle creatures.
You decide to get up and run in the opposite direction of the figure.
After about five minutes of dead-bolt sprinting, you realize that the scenery isn't changing. Didn't you just see that tree?
You can't shake the sensation that you are going in circles.
If you are going in circles, then right now, you'd be about where you were when you saw the figure...
There is movement to the left of you.
You find yourself looking straight into his eyes.
If you'd like to turn around and run away from the figure, click here.
You're already in too deep. If you want to cower here and hope for the best, click here.
"Breathe," you say to yourself, trying to stay rational.
It doesn't seem to be working, so you continue talking to yourself.
"I fell through a magic portal and now I'm in the middle of some weird Amazon jungle. Nothing to freak out about, right? I mean it's not like there's terrifying monsters all over the place. HAHA, OH WAIT. THERE ARE." Though you meant to stay calm, you find yourself shouting the last line.
It dawns on you that screaming probably won't keep the figure away. In fact, shouting would most likely only encourage it and you are currently sitting in an open space, yelling at the top of your lungs - Not the best idea if you want to stay unbothered by mysterious jungle creatures.
You decide to get up and run in the opposite direction of the figure.
After about five minutes of dead-bolt sprinting, you realize that the scenery isn't changing. Didn't you just see that tree?
You can't shake the sensation that you are going in circles.
If you are going in circles, then right now, you'd be about where you were when you saw the figure...
There is movement to the left of you.
You find yourself looking straight into his eyes.
If you'd like to turn around and run away from the figure, click here.
You're already in too deep. If you want to cower here and hope for the best, click here.
-s.s.
Expected? 2A
You look in on the scene. Two FED's are standing over your neighbour, one of them is pointing a hand gun at the man crouching on the ground. A shot rips through the air, tearing a hole through your soul. He's dead now and it's your fault. You called the FED's when a strange, strong scent filled your apartment.
You blink and realize that you are walking back down the hall to your apartment. A quick decision is made and then you are grabbing all your essentials and throwing them into the rucksack you keep behind the door. A minute later you're climbing down the fire escape, running. Running from the guilt that is threatening to consume your mind.
High Street is busy, but at least this will make it harder for them to find you. You called the FED's, they will ask you questions next and then suddenly your parents are getting a note from the government saying that they found your body in a river. There will be no investigation. A suicide note will go along with your dead body in the river.
The tram comes just as you are arriving and you jump into it, and sit down heavily on one of the uncomfortable plastic seats.
A man comes and sits beside you. Then he turns and looks at you, his eyes...are eyes!
"Hello," is his quiet introduction.
You try to reply but the words are stuck in your throat. The bus stops suddenly and the doors are opened.
Do you:
Stay and talk to the man [Click Here]
or
Run off the bus [Click Here]
-A. Oswald
You blink and realize that you are walking back down the hall to your apartment. A quick decision is made and then you are grabbing all your essentials and throwing them into the rucksack you keep behind the door. A minute later you're climbing down the fire escape, running. Running from the guilt that is threatening to consume your mind.
High Street is busy, but at least this will make it harder for them to find you. You called the FED's, they will ask you questions next and then suddenly your parents are getting a note from the government saying that they found your body in a river. There will be no investigation. A suicide note will go along with your dead body in the river.
The tram comes just as you are arriving and you jump into it, and sit down heavily on one of the uncomfortable plastic seats.
A man comes and sits beside you. Then he turns and looks at you, his eyes...are eyes!
"Hello," is his quiet introduction.
You try to reply but the words are stuck in your throat. The bus stops suddenly and the doors are opened.
Do you:
Stay and talk to the man [Click Here]
or
Run off the bus [Click Here]
-A. Oswald
The Coast of Home 2B
The wind is roaring in your ears and you can feel the rock beneath you stick into your skin. You are laying on your side, curled up tight as if someone had punched you in the stomach. You don't want to move, you couldn't even if you tried. Somehow it feels like gravity has intensified and is pulling you farther into the ground.
The pain is nothing compared to the voices though. You can't tell if they are in your head or not, but they drone on and on and are all you hear. Even the wind is gone now, covered by the echoing chants.
The only thing you can do is wait.
You wait.
And wait.
Until finally, everything stops. It's like someone dropped a pen in a silent room. As if someone covered the speakers of a blaring radio with a thick carpet. It's like in the movies when time slows down after someone gets punched and is trying to recover.
You sit up and look out into the ocean. There is fog on the horizon but nothing else. The sun is still shining through and it warms up your skin.
You sigh with relief and start making your way back home glancing behind you every once in a while to make sure nothing is there. The memories of the strange voices dance eerily in the back of you mind the whole way.
When you reach the front door a letter is pinned to it. Your name is written in a fine script across the front of the letter.
It's cold to touch.
You slide your finger under the flap and gently pull out a sea green slip of parchment reading:
Come to the sea.
We are waiting for you.
There's not much time for delay.
You'll come by break of day.
It is a strange letter but you can't see much harm in it. What do you do?
Get ready to leave for the sea: click here.
Brush it off and continue into your home: click here.
-RH
The pain is nothing compared to the voices though. You can't tell if they are in your head or not, but they drone on and on and are all you hear. Even the wind is gone now, covered by the echoing chants.
The only thing you can do is wait.
You wait.
And wait.
Until finally, everything stops. It's like someone dropped a pen in a silent room. As if someone covered the speakers of a blaring radio with a thick carpet. It's like in the movies when time slows down after someone gets punched and is trying to recover.
You sit up and look out into the ocean. There is fog on the horizon but nothing else. The sun is still shining through and it warms up your skin.
You sigh with relief and start making your way back home glancing behind you every once in a while to make sure nothing is there. The memories of the strange voices dance eerily in the back of you mind the whole way.
When you reach the front door a letter is pinned to it. Your name is written in a fine script across the front of the letter.
It's cold to touch.
You slide your finger under the flap and gently pull out a sea green slip of parchment reading:
Come to the sea.
We are waiting for you.
There's not much time for delay.
You'll come by break of day.
It is a strange letter but you can't see much harm in it. What do you do?
Get ready to leave for the sea: click here.
Brush it off and continue into your home: click here.
-RH
The Coast of Home 2A
The thick air is pressing on your lungs. It is telling you to stop resisting and just follow. In that moment, the air starts to clear. It is much easier to breathe now and you can see at least some of what is in front of you. With that freedom, a ray of sunshine comes breaking through the chain of clouds and fog. It reminds you of that voice, beautiful and mighty, yet so great that it is terrifying.
-Kris
As if in spell, you follow the sunshine. The voice and the sunshine seem to be one. They are calling on you--to come. Their voices are direct and concise.
With each step, your feet become increasingly sore and numb. It seems as if you won't be able to take any more steps. The sun continues to shine on you as if encouraging you and urging you to keep going.
Just when you feel like you are going to collapse on the ground and die because of the weight of the air, as thick as black storm clouds in the sky, you realize that there isn't any ground. You have walked to the end of the cliff and are now hanging dangerously at the edge. You don't even have enough strength to retreat and try to make a plan.
It's all over. In dismay, you just let your body go down, like a puppet with strings cut off. You plunge towards the deep, fierce sea.
But you don't feel your body clashing into the sea.
You open your eyes slowly, and you see that you are floating in the air, looking straight down at the sea, as if someone caught you right before you touched the water. You see the waves moving, splashing violently as if trying to threaten you.
If you'd like to call on to the mysterious voice for help, click here.
-Kris
To Arms! 2A
"Mama! Papa! Open your eyes!" You are shaking your parents desperately. They only stir lightly. Drunk by panic you aren't thinking straight. You run to the kitchen and bring back a bucket full of sloshing water. You're still running towards them. A thought crosses your mind as you start falling forward, "This probably wasn't the best idea." The water flies forward like a web of bending glass, successfully splashing the middle aged couple with a loud clap. Your papa jolts upright as if he was shocked with electricity. But, what is this? Your mama is still lying motionless in the same position as earlier. The only thing that has changed is that she is now snoring.
Your dad looks at you with fiery eyes. You hope desperately that it is a fire of concentration and not one of anger. He is probably already grasping the gravity in the air. He asks you in a surprisingly calm voice, "Did you set fire to the chicken coop again?" You stare blankly at him, blinking a few times as you wait for the words to sink in. When the words do register you find yourself feeling a tidal wave of irritation. You almost scream, "No, I didn't set fire to that place! Are you still holding onto that? I thought you forgave me. Ugh, Papa, you have such a small heart sometimes." Your father interrupts you, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"So why did you wake me up?"
Your reply is automatic, "We're under attack!"
Your dad immediately exclaims, "Those darned bob cats!" Then he looks to you and asks, "How much livestock have they killed?"
You find yourself screaming this time, "No! No! No! No! It's the Scorps attacking us! You know, our enemies?" Your dad stares up at you from his bed in disbelief. There is silence filling the room.
Suddenly, a rancorous croaking sound rips apart the quiet. You both look towards the sound. It's your mama. She is still in that same position with her log of an arm over her eyes showing only her pudgy cheeks.
"How is she doing that?" you exclaim rather than inquire. Your papa sighs wiping the water off his face for the first time and says, "Your mom's a mammoth of a woman. We'll wake her up before we depart." Finishing his sentence your dad jumps out of bed and starts packing.
Momentarily forgetting the seriousness of the situation, you ask your papa, "Did you marry her because she was a heavenly cook?"
Papa replies without even turning around, "If she is the only mammoth that survived the Ice Age with that body, she is worth something right?" You detect a tone in his voice that tells you he is joking. With a lightened heart you start packing next to him.
-Lewis T. Castle
You ask your dad what you should do.
[click here]
You realize you didn't even wake your sibling up yet, so you go ahead and do it..
[click here]
Your dad looks at you with fiery eyes. You hope desperately that it is a fire of concentration and not one of anger. He is probably already grasping the gravity in the air. He asks you in a surprisingly calm voice, "Did you set fire to the chicken coop again?" You stare blankly at him, blinking a few times as you wait for the words to sink in. When the words do register you find yourself feeling a tidal wave of irritation. You almost scream, "No, I didn't set fire to that place! Are you still holding onto that? I thought you forgave me. Ugh, Papa, you have such a small heart sometimes." Your father interrupts you, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"So why did you wake me up?"
Your reply is automatic, "We're under attack!"
Your dad immediately exclaims, "Those darned bob cats!" Then he looks to you and asks, "How much livestock have they killed?"
You find yourself screaming this time, "No! No! No! No! It's the Scorps attacking us! You know, our enemies?" Your dad stares up at you from his bed in disbelief. There is silence filling the room.
Suddenly, a rancorous croaking sound rips apart the quiet. You both look towards the sound. It's your mama. She is still in that same position with her log of an arm over her eyes showing only her pudgy cheeks.
"How is she doing that?" you exclaim rather than inquire. Your papa sighs wiping the water off his face for the first time and says, "Your mom's a mammoth of a woman. We'll wake her up before we depart." Finishing his sentence your dad jumps out of bed and starts packing.
Momentarily forgetting the seriousness of the situation, you ask your papa, "Did you marry her because she was a heavenly cook?"
Papa replies without even turning around, "If she is the only mammoth that survived the Ice Age with that body, she is worth something right?" You detect a tone in his voice that tells you he is joking. With a lightened heart you start packing next to him.
-Lewis T. Castle
You ask your dad what you should do.
[click here]
You realize you didn't even wake your sibling up yet, so you go ahead and do it..
[click here]
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