| You're on a trail in the desert. Storm clouds are billowing in the distance. The wind blows the smell of wet dirt to your nostrils and kicks the dust at your feet. Rick is worried about his brother--whoops, wrong story! Anyway, there's a fork in the path. | Take left fork |
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| Using the sparks from the bottle rocket, you burn through the ropes enough to break free. You get rid of the rocket and run through the door Captain Jarrod begins to chase you, until the explosion. You are both blown to smitherines. | Start over |
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| You tie a rock to the end of your rope and hurl it over the glass wall. It doesn't help your situation any, but it was a good start. You reel the rope back in, and this time, you throw it over a limb of a tree at the other end of the terrerium. The rope loops around the branch, allowing you to climb into the tree. Once you reach the top branches of the tree, you are plucked up by a giant lizard. A smirk plays across the face of the lizard. "Well, hello again," the lizard remarks snidely. | Bite him and scurry away |
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| "No, no! I'm a changed human! Really, I am!" you say. You plead with the lizard to let you go. The lizard laughs. "Poikilotherms will rule the world one day! We will have no use for the likes of you!" You try to bargain with him. "Do you like troll dolls? I collect troll dolls." The lizard pauses in amazement. You didn't expect such a reaction from a giant lizard super-genius. "You collect troll dolls?" says the lizard,"I thought I was the only one!" You and the lizard have found common ground. You later find out that you have many things in common, depite the warm-blood/cold-blood differences. You become best friends and live happily ever after. | Start over |
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| It is a classic white ranch house, complete with a sun-bleached cow skull on the front door. As you move closer towards the house, you see that the windows and doors are boarded up, but the wood is rotton and is easily pulled away. How do you want to enter? | Through the window |
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| "Wahahahaha!! Welcome to the JSS Everett. This is Captain Jarrod speaking." You try to move, but your arms are tied to the cot. Captain Jarrod aproaches. He is wearing a shiny jump suit and is smirking maliciously. He is holding a bottle rocket. "You're going to be my launchpad today." He puts the bottle rocket in your hand and duct tapes your fingers closed. "This is no ordinary bottle rocket. No, this rocket is packed with every explosive substance I could get my hands on. Enjoy!" He lights the rocket and moves towards the door to watch from his observation room. Do you: | Cry and wail mornful lamentations |
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| You sit in the pool of water, curious as to what phantasmagoria you have found yourself in this time. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure moving in the darkness of the cave. Do you: | Keep still |
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| "Oh my! Stylish and chic! Too bad my wrist is too thick. I'll take it anyway. You may pass." | Leave the monster |
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| "What is this crap? What kind of brutish beast do you think I am that I can be bought with cheap baubles?! I will eat you now." The monster whips out his napkin and proceeds to devor you in accordance with Emily Post's protocol of proper etiquette. | Start over |
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| "A used dryer sheet? I would've even accepted an unused dryer sheet, because my excessive hairiness causes many static problems, but you couldn't even give me that!" The monster throws down the dryer sheet and proceeds to devor you. | Start over |
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| At the top of the stairs is a gigantic room filled with lights and buttons and lots of shiny metal. A woman in a weird-looking suit shakes your hand and says,"Glad you could make it, Agent Camomile. The evil genius Dr. Harlow Thackeray has escaped again. He is plotting to steal all of the earth's erythrite and is going to hide it either in Shahjahanpur, India or Waukesha, Wisconsin. You need to leave immediatly." You try to protest, but she ignores you and pushes you toward a wall of glass capsules. "Everything you need to know will be provided on arrival," she says, stuffing you into a capsule. It shoots off rapidly. When it stops, a packet drops down from the top. | Open the packet |
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| You walk up the stairs, but you can't find a door. As you're searching for one, the ground starts shaking. You hear rocks falling and crashing onto one another. When the earthquake stops, you check the tunnel you came through. Now, it's just rubble. What do you do next? | Look for a door |
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| The attacker takes you down with a fatal kick to the face. They don't make high heels as cheaply as they used to. | Start over. |
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| You chomp down on the lizard's finger-things. He screams and throws you across the room. You slam against a wall and fall to the floor, unconcious. You are preserved in formaldehyde and set up in the lizard's trophy room. | Start over |
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| The Blue door opens with a loud creak. You step inside and the door slams behind you. Your flashlight reveals piles and piles of magnetic calendars. Yes, magnetic calendars, the kind insurance companies give you to put on your refrigerator. At the far end of the room there is a door. | Go back the way you came |
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| It asks, "Whatcha got?" What do you give it? | Your new Fossil watch |
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| You walk over to the shelf. Most of the books are old and falling apart. Before you can even get your hands on the lime green book, there's an explosion and the lime green book is incinerated with you. | Start over |
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| You walk over to the shelf. Most of the books are old and falling apart. You pull out the lime green book and the shelf almost hits you as it swings open with a loud creak. There is a simple staircase leading downward. | Go down the staircase |
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| You step carefully to the doorway of the room, the green beams of light streaming past you. You poke your head in the room and see a strange metal machine sitting on a table, quietly whirring. The light is coming from inside. You approach the machine with caution, but suddenly, someone else comes in the room and knocks you down. | Attack attacker |
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| The little wooden door opens with a creak. The walls are covered with old newspapers, and the dirt floor is barely visible through the jungle of weeds and scrub that have invaded the little shack. You make your way over to one of the walls to read the old, yellowed newspapers. One word catches your eye as you glance over the periodicals. It seems to have been carefully cut out and pasted on the wall. It is "Poikilotherms." You puzzle over that statement. "Poikilotherms?" Suddenly, a hole opens beneath your feet, and you fall into it. | So what happens next? |
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| As you slump against the wall, you hit your head on a rock. You lie there unconcious, for how long you don't know. Gradually, you awake, and as your eyes are adjusting, you see that you're now in a shiny metal room. You are lying on a cot in the center of the room, and there is a bright light directly above you. You hear someone enter. Do you: | Jump up and attack the person |
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| You scream and sob and beg Captain Jarrod to let you go, but he just laughs. And laughs. He starts laughing so hard that he chokes on his pepermint. You both die in the explosion from the bottle rocket. | Start over |
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| You pull a coil of rope from your backpack and tie it to a near-by rock. You lower yourself into the gigantic pothole. When you finally reach the bottom, you see that you're in an underground cave (is there any other kind?). There is a tunnel in front of you leading away from the shaft. | Enter tunnel |
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| You scramble up the steep bank of the hill. At the top, you see an abandoned ranch house. Farther up the hill is a small shack sitting amidst weeds and wildflowers. | Visit the ranch house |
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| The monster walks off, so you plop down on a rock and pull off your shoes. There is sand caked onto your sweaty socks. After about five minutes of scraping off sand, you see a traveller hiking along the trail. | Talk with the traveller |
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| Your flashlight illuminates the rough-hewn walls of the tunnel. It almost seems manmade. The damp walls glisten in your flashlight's beam, and you can hear water dripping steadily somewhere. You walk for a while until you reach a dead end. There are three doors fixed into the rock. One is royal blue, one is lime green, and one is burnt sienna...or maybe it's orange. It's hard to tell. Which do you want to open? | Blue door |
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| You quiver in the clutches of the giant talking lizard. He holds you up to his face. "You don't remember me, do you? Well, maybe you'd remember me better if I were in a small, airtight box or a glass jar or taped down to a make-shift operating table or stuffed in a pocket or...or... [all the while, the lizard is squeezing harder]...or if I were wearing make up and fingernail polish! Yes, now you remember me. Ha, looks like there's been a role reversal, huh?" |
Say,"I have no idea what you are talking about."
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| You try the knob on the door, but it won't budge. You pull with all your might, but the rust build-up from years and years of dankness has made the door impossible to open now. Suddenly, an earthquake shakes the ground above and below you. The pillars of magnetic calendars sway precariously back and forth, and you are crushed to death as they fall on top of you. Never thought you'd die like that, huh? | Start over |
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| You're in a small basement with a dirt floor. There's nothing in here but rat-eaten boxes and crap, but there is a hole in the wall big enough for a person pass through. | Go through hole |
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| The hole leads to a small tunnel that gradually get smaller and you end up having to crawl on your hands and knees. You come out into a large, underground atrium. There is a tunnel in front of you and one behind you. Do you choose: | The tunnel in front of you |
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| You walk into the kitchen where you find an empty refrigerator, a cupboard, and a table with chairs. You open the cupboard, and you notice that the back panel is loose. You pull it away, uncovering a safe. You look through the drawers for something to jimmy the lock, but you have no idea what to use. As you're rifling through the drawers, you pick up an oven mit, and a scrap of paper falls out. It reads, "11R 17L 86R." A combination? It's good enough for you. You try the combination on the safe, and the door opens with a click. |
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| You step into the parlor. There is a coffee table and a few chairs near the middle of the room, some pictures and paintings, and a bookshelf on the far wall. You see the cowskull lying under the coffee table, and you notice that one of the books on the bookshelf looks different from the others; it's lime green. | Check out the lime green book |
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| You climb the creaky stairs to the second floor of the house. There is green light radiating from the room to the left. You start to investigate, but a noise from the room to the right stops you in your tracks. You could ignore the sound (it was probably just the wind) and head toward the room with the green light. Or you could check out the room to the right, to make sure it's safe. | Check out the green light |
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| Once you grab the sitar, you are transported to Athens, Greece where a concert is in progress at the Acropolis. You are on stage with a group of musicians. So begins your new life as a backup instrumentalist for Yanni. | Start over |
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| The Lime Green door opens easily. You find yourself in a huge room filled with gold and silver and all the fruit you could eat. On the bright, golden walls are relief carvings of llamas. A gilded banner streatches across the room. It says,"Welcome to the Great Llama Treasure." | Start over |
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| You walk gingerly down the slope until you reach another trail. You walk for a while until you're stopped by a huge pothole that takes up the entire width of the road. | Jump over the pothole |
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| You decide to stay and listen. The puppy says, "My name is Dwight. I am one of a litter of 5 puppies with special powers. We were kidnapped and taken to England where we were separated. I was put into a suitcase that was stolen by bank robbers. I tried to communicate with them, but they freaked out and put me in this closet in the middle of nowhere. Because you saved me, you are now my master." You pick up the puppy and it licks your face. You and the puppy live happily ever after. | Start over |
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| You hide behind a nearby plant, waiting. A voice says,"Where are you? I know you're here somewhere." You can't see the source of the voice, but it sounds sinister, so you don't move. The voice gets angrier and angrier. Suddenly, in a burst of rage, the source of the voice, pushes the aquarium off of the table, onto the floor. In the tumbling, you are knocked unconcious by a rock and crushed by a porcelain castle. | Start over |
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