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It was a cold winters night. Snow fell silently on the deserted neon streets of Sector 7G An icy wind blew noisely through every twisted and wretched alley. As cold as the hearts of those that still roam the concrete outside, it bites hungrily at whomever was unlucky enough to be caught in it's ever tightening grasp. No mercy for the weak, no pity for the hopeless and downtrodden. With gangs running rampant and without any competant law enforcement to speak of that wasn't corrupt to it's darkened core; when the sun sets on Sector 7G, the city belongs to the wretched. <<audio "Start" stop>> Our story begins in a sleazy drinking hole deep within the belly of this concrete wasteland. Only the desperate and the lost fear to tread here. That's me there, the last pityful soul left in this forgotten joint. Raising glass after glass, I chugg down one braincell killer after another. Am I drinking to remember or drinking to forget? Does it matter? <div align="center">[img[Images\noise.jpg]]</div> <span style='font-family:arial'>The name's "Rayne" and for now, that's all you need to know. Friends, acquaintances or those too fucking drunk to handle simple spoken word call me <span style="color: red;">Red</span>. To you though? I honestly couldn't give a shit. You got a name Fucko? <<textbox "$name" "">> [[Hate this Meet & Greet shit]]
Welcome to the city. <div align="left">[img[Images/street.jpg]]</div> Best described as a shithole, worst described as...well, it's home. I live in a crummy rundown apartment in Sector 7G, it's a few clicks west of the old MC&R labs. MC&R...they used to run criminal "rehabilitation" schemes; a quick fix is what they called it but to everyone else it was "Mind control", "genetic bullshit" and all kinds of fucked up "brainwashing". Whatever way you looked at it, it was just another way of easing infected blood back into the diseased veins of the city. As far as I remember, MC&R were always a shady outfit. Deals under the table, dodgy handshakes, black market goods; the higher risk, the higher the profit. Thanks to an army of lawyers bought with the kind of cash that could make Midas wet, they were damn good at making the most of loopholes in the system Rumour has it that one day a few years back they got too greedy, went too far and got busted when a few "test" subjects went nuts and started ripping the throats out of all the scientists before turning on eachother, at least that's what I heard, even saw the images in a local Holostream. <div align="left">[img[Images/dead.jpg]]</div> I guess it's kinda hard to sweep that kind of shit under the proverbial carpet, so in the end the company went under. Some assholes got rich whilst others got dead; hop aboard life's sweet sickening merry-go-round. Despite the company folding, their "products" are still available to those in the know and "those in the know" aren't exactly hard to find here in the slumjungles of Sector 7G. Anyways, what's the point of this little tale you might ask? Well, it was because of all that nasty shit that apartment prices in and around the area went into freefall and a nobody nothing like me could actually afford a place to live that was both cheap AND cheerful...well, kinda... I mean it was cheap. [[As for me?]]
I make my way past the various empty tables and stools. The place was as empty as a goodwill drive-by at Christmas. Good thing too because this journey would be so much fucking harder otherwise. The door slowly opens, it's rusty hinges protesting noisily at my efforts to push it. From the feeling I get from my guts, I can tell it's probably time to pray at the foot of the porcelain God. <div align="left"><img src="Images\toilet.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"shit, think this is the men's...fuck it"</span> I'm pretty sure you don't need me to tell you what happens next. Needless to say it's just another memory I didn't want or need but it's one that's ready to bite me in the ass, chomping at my heels well into tomorrow morning...or whenever I decide to heave my sorry hungover ass out of bed. I wipe the bitter freshly-squeezed venom from my dripping mouth, the remnants of a night of self-pity now coating my sleeve. The bathroom has working taps, lucky me. I stick my head under and begin filling my mouth with the brown shit that passes for clean water in these parts of the city. After swirling it around a few times, I spit. I grimace as the water and a few questionable lumps slowly disappear down into the abyss-like hole in the sink. Despite my efforts to rid myself of that flavor, I can still taste it. No amount of water, no amount of beer or even fucking bleach could take that taste away. It follows me around like flies, obese flies on freshly squeezed shit. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Someone's had a rough night, or a good one. Which is it lady?"</span> Startled I twirl around. I swear whoever this fucker was, he wasn't there a second ago. Standing behind me and rolling a cigarette was some fucker in some sort of Private-eye outfit straight out of a Bogart movie. The light seemed to hate his face as much as I did, couldn't make out a single feature, but I could feel those eyes burning against my skin, scanning every pore and every bead of sweat on my tired brow. Going by the voice I'd say mid 40's, the gravelly nature suggested a heavy smoker too and a slightly leary twinge to his words kept me on edge...something about this asshole wasn't right. Whatever this schmuck was selling, I sure as hell wasnt buying <span style="color: darkred;">"...man I don't need this shit right now."</span> [[Just leave]] or [[Might as well see what he wants]]
<span style="color: red;">"Hey Barkeep 'hic' hows about one more for your best cushhhtomer?"</span> A foul tasting pocket of air rises up my throat, it disappears into the atmosphere, fading into that stale smelling bar air One things for sure, I ain't "ladylike" tonight. <span style="color: darkred;">Woah...'scuse me</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\nope.gif"></div> <span style="color: khaki;">"Nope. Not gonna happen"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Yeah well fuck you too!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">Asshole</span> [[Leave the bar]] [[Head to the bathrooms]]
<<SetFlag "bitchcave">> <<if $hastv>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\apartment.jpg"></div> [[Check emails]] [[Go to bed]] [[Have a shower]] [[Turn the TV on]] [[Masturbate]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\apartment.jpg"></div> Well here you go, it's not much but it's home. An old store stockroom converted into a makeshift apartment. I was told they used to store sex toys in here. Blow up dolls, dildos, vibrators, cockrings, even those squeezy bottles of flavored lube. Only "squeezy bottle" you'll find here now is the Ketchup and that's been clogged for so long I've been thinking about registering the contents as an entirely new lifeform. I slowly roll my shoulders and feel my bones creak and pop as I stretch out, doing my best to shake off tonights events. Think I'd like to just check my emails and go to bed, could always have a shower I guess but I honestly don't care either way. There's a TV in the corner too but I've seen enough bullshit tonight to last at least until the end of the month so if it's okay with you, I'd like to give it a miss. [[Check emails]] [[Go to bed]] [[Masturbate]] [[Have a shower]] [[Watch TV]] <</if>>
<div align="left"><img src="Images\bar.jpg"></div> Man, this place looks how I feel [[Leave the bar]] [[Head to the bathrooms]]
<<SetFlag "creeps">> <div align="left"><img src="Images\dealer.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"You always creep up on chicks in bathrooms buddy?"</span> He pauses to light up a cigarette, an unusually pink ember glows from the tip. He inhales... <span style="color: goldenrod;">"No...hmm..."</span> I can feel his dark shadowy eyes upon me, taking me in and sizing me up. I can almost feel the lecherous thoughts in his head and every one was as perverted and as fucked up as you could possibly imagine...well, maybe not you. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"But then again, you shouldn't really be in here at all...should you, Toots"</span> <span style="color: red;">"THE FUCK you call me!? I ain't no fucking "Toots" Cocksucker!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Whoa, hey now, calm down! I didn't mean nothing by it."</span> He takes another deep drag on that cigarette of his and exhales slowly this time, almost menacingly. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Besides, if anyone's a "cocksucker" here Babes...that my dear, would be you!"</span> The line he was treading was just crossed and pissed all over. [[This prick is fucking dead]] On second thoughts, my temper has gotten me into a whirlwind of shit in the past...might be an idea to [[Hold up]] for a second.
<<if Flag("shower")>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\hack.gif"></div> Spam, nothing but fucking spam. Like two worlds colliding eh $name? You know what? I really am too tired to be checking this shit and job hunting can wait. [[Go to bed]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\hack.gif"></div> Spam, fucking spam. Some things never change. You know what? I really am too tired to be checking this shit and job hunting can wait [[Have a shower]] [[Watch TV]] [[Masturbate]] <</if>>
<<SetFlag "shower">> <<if Flag("saved")>> I opened the door to my bathroom, the events of the night are still hazy in my mind. As I softly close the door behind me, I lean my back against it and slide down to the floor. I can feel the sadness welling up inside me, feels like a familiar vulture circling it's favorite carcass. <div align="centre"><img src="Images\wall.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"What the fuck am I doing? I'm so goddamned sick of..."</span> A single tear rises from my eye and trickles down my soft, pale cheek. I wipe my eyes with my hand...wait...What the? <div align="centre"><img src="Images\fingers.jpg"></div> That smell...a cold shiver runs down my spine [[I rush to the mirror...]] <<else>> <div align="centre"><img src="Images\shower2.jpg"></div> For cryin' out loud! Can't a girl shower in peace in this fucking game!? What, you thought you'd get a little steamy action? Maybe have me rub my tits with hot soapy water? Jerkin' that hard cock of yours to my moist dripping body? Wrong leading lady Fucko, ain't happening! [[Check emails]] or [[Go to bed]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\dreams.gif"></div> Sleep...a chance to dream. To forget I exist. Well, to forget I exist here anyway. -Bzzzzzzzz- <span style="color: red;">"..ugh...what the fu..?"</span> -Bzzzzzzzz- Groggy and hesitant, I pull myself up out of bed. Like a zombie slowly shambling it's way towards it's next victim, I stagger my worn out ass over to my bastard front door. -Bzzzzzzzz- <span style="color: red;">"ALRIGHT! Goddamn..sonofa...!"</span> My somewhat confused cursing is cut off as my foot slams into one of the many storage boxes that I never got around to unpacking. I'm almost certain to the average layman there's a lesson in that somewhere. Limping, wincing and hating every minute of being alive, I bring up the security function on the door panel and check the hallway camera feed. <div align="left"><img src="Images\camera.gif"></div> Nothing, not a goddamn thing. Holding the activation button, I speak into the microphone. Suprisingly, it still works. <span style="color: red;">"Hello? If this is a fucking joke?"</span> Be ready $name. I don't know what's going on, but something about this is making the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. [[Open the goddamned door]] or [[Go back to bed]]
I've never been one to shy away from a fight. Even as a kid I was always getting myself into various forms of shit and mischief, that was of course when I wasn't forced to bounce around from one set of loser foster parents to another. They were tough times and the truth is they damn nearly broke me, but I refused to go down like that, another lost cause in a sea of miscreants. So I did the only thing I could do, I hooked up with the worst of them and forced myself to get even tougher. Hanging around with folks like that taught me two things; trust no-one and sometimes, just sometimes, fists can explain things far clearer than words could...and baby, this fucker has me wanting to explain a whole lot of things. Forming a fist and clenching it hard, I could see this conversation was calling for more than words, who am I to say "no"? <span style="color: red;">"FUCK YOU!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Fu...?"</span> Flying through the air like a freight train of pain towards it's target, my fist connects. Turns out this was no fight at all, the Creep went down like a sack of shit. <div align="center"><img src="Images\detout.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Smoking ain't the only thing that's bad for your health Fuckwad! Sneak up on me again, I'll rip your fucking heart out and shove it up your ass! Capisce?"</span> Time to go [[Back to the bar]]
<span style="color: red;">"This is your last warning Creep!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Now now, I apologise, Best not get...excited"</span> A cloud with a pinkish hue bellows forth from his lips, creating a plume of candyfloss-like smoke that he blows towards my face. I try not to inhale but my efforts are in vain, I stifle a cough. <div align="left"><img src="Images\smoke2.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"What's your name, Sugar?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"What's it to you Private-Dickcheese? I ain't got all night, so unless you've something important to say..."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"But you didn't answer my question, Honey."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Which ques...?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"If you had a rough night or a good one? ...and please, tell me your..."</span> More smoke. Once again I try to avoid letting the strange substance into my lungs but with zero air circulation in here and taking into account my current state, I don't stand a chance. <div align="left"><img src="Images\smoke.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"NAME!"</span> Not sure if its the alcohol coarsing throughout my system or perhaps something else entirely, but that smoke is really making me feel strange. I can feel the room begin to spin around me and making a simple thought processes is becoming as hard as swimming in a sea of molasses. <span style="color: red;">"My night is none of your goddamned business and I ain't telling you shi...</span><span style="color: deeppink;">RAYNE"</span> [[My name is RAYNE]]
<span style="color: goldenrod;">"Rayne? That's a pretty funny name for a bathroom whore like yourself? Don't you think it's funny?"</span> What the...? Can't...thiiii....motherfu.... <span style="color: goldenrod;">"I bet you think that name is so silly....or maybe a slut like you can't really think about much at all. I bet it just makes you want to laugh out loud doesn't it? So why not just give in and let it out? Go on my little bathroom bunny, give us a laugh."</span> <span style="color: red;">"...laugh!? *cough* I'm gonna fucking ki...</span><span style="color: deeppink;">"giggle"</span> From out of nowhere I can feel my face muscles move and a smile begins to spread across my face. <span style="color: darkred;">"What the fuck is going on?"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\smile2.gif"></div> <span style="color: deeppink;">"-giggle-"</span> Again!? More giggles, more fog in my brain. Getting harder to thiiink...feeling...light...nooo! Fucker...help...$name...pick...moment <<timed 8s transition>><span style="color: deeppink;">"giggle"</span><</timed>> <<timed 10s transition>>[[must fight back]]<</timed>> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes that's it! Laugh away your mind and become the best Bathroom Bunny you've always dreamed of being"</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"-giggle-"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Now my little B.Bunny, on your knees. It's time you made up for your terrible attitude!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"No!...I'll never I...</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"-giggle-"</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">YES MASTER"</span> [[Kneel down for master]]
<span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes, that's wonderful my dear! Just where you belong, on your knees! Remember when you called me a "cocksucker" and I said it was you who would be doing the sucking? Well Bunny, it's time to prove me right!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">MASTER pulls out the biggest and juiciest cock I've ever seen! I just can't wait to wrap my luscious plump lips around it! I mean like I have to make up for being soooo roood!</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"-giggle-"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\sucky.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">He grabs me roughly by the hair, his fandabulous cock smashing into mah needy mouth hole. Mah tonguey just can't get enuff of dat soft feelz n yumz salty taste!Oooo I just want to suck n suck n suck! Gimme all da tasty gooey creamz cums! Squirty MASTER! Mah hands av just gotsta play n' mah pussy is soooooo wet, so drippy, so juicy...</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"Mmmmm....so yummy..."</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\sucky2.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes...that's it! Let my cock change you, let it become your whole wide world. Forget about being "RAYNE", you're mine now! What's that sound my dear? Oh is that your hand playing down there? A bit wet are we? A bit eager? I bet you wish you had your MASTER's cock inside you! Sliding up into that needy snatch of yours, slipping in so easily, rubbing against the soaking walls of your gushing pussy as your juices flow so freely all around. Yes that's what you want! I think...yes! I think you need a new name! One that's not as silly and as inappropriate as "Rayne" don't you? Something...more fitting for your new role in life. What about Cindy?...or Bambi?...or Trish? No, none of those quite seem to do you justice."</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"mmmphmm"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Ahh yes, I've got it! Cumdump! Your new name is Krissi Cumdump! What do you think Krissi?"</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"mmmphmm"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Are you ready to drink down your first load Krissi? Are you ready to become what you always wanted to be? What you were always MEANT to be?"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">MASTER thrusts throbbin' cock deep down mah mouf hole! I can feel all dat creamy cum filling me up! YIPEEE!!! There's sooooo much! It's dribbling down mah chin n evryfink! MASTER pulz his yummy cok out my mouf hole, sooo tyrd but need mor CUM!</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"More CUM! More yummycummy!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cummy.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">I wanna cum too! I wannnaaaaa!!! Cum! Cum! Cum!</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"I can see that you're eager to cum Krissi and now that my sperm mixed with the essence of the smoke has made it's way into your system, you have no choice but to obey me! My commands and the need to serve me is deeply rooted into every single fibre of your being and to think, I had initially dismissed Control Cigarettes! Good thing you were willing to fall so easily Miss Cumpdump!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">MASTER leenz in soooo close, I can smell dat sweeeet smoke on his tasty bref!</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Krissi Cumdump my sweet, obey my command and cum like the pathetic cock addicted whore that you are!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\drool4.gif"></div> <span style="color: deeppink;">"Yeessss MASSSTER....aaaaahhhhhhhhh"</span> [[I did cummed]]
<span style="color: lightpink;">Coxzzz! Cummyzzz! MOR COXZZ!</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"YAY!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\gloryhole1.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">MASTER left me heer but mayd sure I wud neva run owta cox ta suk!</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\gloryhole2.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">He duz cum in sumtimes ta let me breev dat tasty air tho</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\gloryhole3.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">I love it and Ahv neva bin sooooo happy!!!</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"-giggle-"</span> The End or is it... Is that really how I ended up? A brainless cockhole in the pissroom of a junked as fuck dead end bar? And who was that shady fucker? Could I go back? Knowing what he'd do to me I sure as hell wanna! I don't think holding all these fucking johnsons and covering myself in enough spunk to resink the Titanic is really my style somehow. I mean I ain't got much street cred but what little I do have is gonna get wiped if that's the way things turn out. So Fucko, you wanna retry that again? C'mon, let's [[Head to the bathrooms]] Krissi the motherfucking Cumdump...gimme a break...
No one <span style="color: red;">"Motherfu...wait...what?"</span> There's a box at my feet and I didn't order pizza. If there's anything Saturday morning cartoons have taught me, it's that Coyotes are as thick as shit and you should always be suspicious of random packages. <div align="left"><img src="Images\box.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"Pink..."</span> Not a fan <span style="color: red;">"Hey! Charlie! If this is your idea of an apology for being an asshole..."</span> Nothing. Just the echo of my tired voice and an empty corridor. I look left, I look right. I'm way too pissed off and tired for this shit. Despite every ounce of my being telling me to leave the box alone, I let my curiosity get the better of me and drag the heavy package inside into my apartment. Once inside I set it down at the end of my bed and proceed to jump face first onto my mattress. Due to the very real chance of suffocation, I decide it's best to turn onto my back. <span style="color: darkred;">"All of this shit can wait until morning"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Aaaand now, ladies and germs....Fuffuhda-Fuffudah-Fuck off folks!"</span> [[Back to bed]]
Whoever it is, I've had a rough enough day. All I want to do is just go to... -Bzzzzzzz- <span style="color: red;">"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\scream.gif"></div> [[Open the goddamned door]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\nightmare.gif"></div> The nightmares...old friends...the only friends. ...Oh shit, here comes morning, another ugly bang to my bruised and broken head that I dreaded coming. I think at this point I would literally kill for a good nights sleep...or at the very least I'd break an arm or...uhhh...or...[[Wait...what?]]
...okay...so this one's new...what the? Is that me? I mean yeah it's me, but...it can't be. <div align="left"><img src="Images\entra2.jpg"></div> Again it's...how? <div align="left"><img src="Images\lick.gif"></div> <span style="color: deeppink;">"nnnnhhhghnn"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\eyeroll.gif"></div> It's so real... <div align="left"><img src="Images\porn1.gif"></div> <span style="color: lime;">SUBMIT! OBEY! SUBMIT!</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"Yessss Mistressss"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\swallow.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"NOOOOOOOOOO!"</span> [[My stupid ass fell out of bed...fuck]]
Fuck! What the hell? So I'm falling out of bed now? Wonderful. <div align="center"><img src="Images\hangover.jpg"></div> Head still pounding? Check, Gut still hates me? Check, Limbs still aching? Check. My head pounds out it's neverending beats like an overly happy fat guy with a gong...and a diaper. I feel like the same fat guy has also spent the best part of the night jumping on my bones and crushing them to dust. Liquid fire; one helluva poison..and like a dumbass drunk to an abusive ex, I keep on coming back for more. Fuck my life. I put my hand on the floor and do my best to try and push myself up. Somethin cold, wet and unusually pink squishes against and sticks to the inside of my palm. With a consistency similar to washing liquid, it reluctantly drips from my hand into an impressively sized puddle of the stuff that seems to have gathered on the floor at the side of my bed. Still, trying to look on the brightside here, it ain't piss, and for me, that's a win. <span style="color: red;">"Ewwww that's..."</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\handslime.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"What the hell is this shit? Get the fuck off me!"</span> I try wiping the slime onto the nearest object I could find. this decision is met with immediate regret as I realize that the only place in this room that I can guarantee a reasonable night's sleep, is now covered in this viscous substance. <span style="color: darkred;">"Aaand that's my fucking bedsheets ruined...nice. What the fuck is wrong with me? Couldn't wash your hands in the sink could you, Rayne? Nope! Had to wipe em' on the very thing you sleep on...[[I hate my life]]"</span>
No warning is given when the room starts to spin. An unwelcome old friend goes racing through my chest, Fucker hit me like it was down to win first at the local Hopper Speedway. Hello pain...Asshole. <span style="color: red;">"Arghhh"</span> I fall to my knees, grasping at my chest. My head feels simultaneously light and heavy, focused yet confused, hand burning, pussy dripping... Wait, what!? What the fuck was that last part? I do NOT, and I cannot stress this enough, fucking "DRIP"! For those at the back in the cheap seats, I shall repeat myself but once. I DO NOT DRIiii... <span style="color: darkred;">"Ahh crap"</span> The rooms spinning develops into a tornado inside my head, like a top on a whirlwind turntable. It's about this time I begin to really hope you let me take a bathroom break earlier, Here comes the "Boom". <div align="left"><img src="Images\pcknockedout.gif"></div> [[Did I mention I hate my life?]]
<div align="left"><img src="Images\masturbation.gif"></div> Well, that's not something you see everyday. Honestly I'm kinda okay with this. I mean look at me, I'm pretty hot aren't I? Okay so my hair is pre-dye but who am I to complai...GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK! <span style="color: deeppink;">"mmmmmm"</span> AND YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP TOO! HOW IS THIS HAP...!??? ...The goo, that pink shit...The fucked up movie playing in my head phases out. Shifting, changing; I can still see myself only this time I'm in a red dress of some kind. My eyes look more...seductive, hungrier. Like a fucking whore on the prowl. However you choose to describe it, it's a look that has nevver appeared on this face I can tell you. Wait...my chest, it's...whoa! <div align="left"><img src="Images\grow1.gif"></div> Another phase out...my head feels like it's gonna pop. Something's coming...something...or someone. Someone? Me? No fucking way...no...fu... <span style="color: deeppink;">"ooooooo"</span> I see the [[jillin' bitch]] representation of me expanded her vocabulary then huh? -sigh-
<div align="center"><img src="Images\eyes.gif"></div> Well...that was...yeah... I wake up on my bed, lying in a pool of my own personal "nectar". I think the term "humiliating" is somewhat apt here. If Charlie is responsible for this...You ever seen that classic horror flick Hellraiser? Remember that villain, the dude with the nails in his head? Whats his name? Needlehead or some shit. Well that's gonna be Charlie when I'm done with him...only with a fuckton of HB's and an eraser up his ass. Yeah that sonbitch...wait...WHAT? ... <span style="color: red;">"No fucking way! WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO MY..."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pov.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"The fuck is this..? It wasn't a dream? But...how? Wha...</span> Cmon Rayne, so you're a little bigger now, no need to panic, everything else seems to be okay so no need to go into a full meltdown just yet. Just look around you and try to figure this shit out. <span style="color: red;">"Are my shirts still gonna fit? I really don't wanna have to buy new shirts. It's a Sunday too and the Marketmall is closed...</span> Rayne, that's the wrong train of thought dumbass! Think Numbnuts, what happened? You fell of the bed, landed in pink goo, world span, woke up with big tits...Okay, events covered. So was the goo there when you went to sleep? No? So where did it come from? Follow the trail of slime and find out what's changed in your room? Slime leads to the end of my bed, the big pink box! <div align="left"><img src="Images\bulb.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Eureka!"</span> [[Now get up and investigate!]]
Not wanting to step in anymore of that pink shit, I carefully walk over to the end of my bed...not an easy thing to do, not really used to these to new "assets" of mine yet. Carefully examining the pink box and being sure to not let anymore slime on to my skin, I can see the corner of the box is sodden and gunky. It must have oozed out of a container within the box, probably happened when I dragged the box in earlier; I admit I didn't exactly place it down with any particular care at the time. <div align="left"><img src="Images\slime.jpg"></div> So, not being one to jump to conclusions, you any guesses on who this "Bimbo in a Box" is from? Nope? Me neither. I guess the only way to know for certain would be to open it up. Though given what's already come spewing forth out of that fucking thing, I can't say that I'm particularly looking forward to whatever wonderful goodies lies within. Still, "a coward verely neuer obteyned the loue of a faire lady". Which roughly translated equates to "I ain't gonna find shit unless I take a chance". At the very least I'm hoping to find a clue as to where it's from. Oooo what have we here? <div align="left"><img src="Images\vr.jpg"></div> A VR helmet? Yeah right, cuz I'm really gonna put that fucking thing on my head after what that ooze crap did to me. I may have bigger breasts now sure, but my brain is still intact, Bub. [[Put it on? Really? Mother...fine!]] And...just wow! <span style="color: darkred;">"Unfuckingbelievable"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\dildo.jpg"></div> So much "nope". And finally we have ourselves...ooo, interesting; an invoice. Still has the address on it. Whoever the clown was who sent this, they must've been hoping I'd be too dumb to read it by now. Good thing for me, they were wrong. A name, "Miss D"; from the offices of the now supposidly defunct MC&R. It doesn't make any sense at all. Well Rayne, guess you're going on a little walk. You up for a walk $name? You know, just once I'd like a quiet normal life. Fat fucking chance. [[Fuck it]]
<span style="color: lightpink;">So I like made my merry way to the wonderful hair place and gots me totes fab BLONDE HAIR! <div align="center"><img src="Images\blonder.gif"></div> As I told you when I was a grumpy-frumpy noodle, I didnt have much of any credits, but like, the nice man there offered to service me FOR FREE!...or free if I...well, y'know...serviced him first. Which was like, only right. I mean he did do somethin' special for me so I gots to do something special for him too!</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">-giggle- "...mmm...cummy so soooo scrummy..."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Thanks to like, these new suckin' skillz, I'm like, always being given gifts now all the time! No more living in the stinkies for me! I gots new lips, clothes (pink of course!), hair, makeup, friends, even new happy thoughts too. Hateful nasty me gone, happy helpful me stays! Like, I was such a bummer! I just can't even with how I was. Speaking of bumzies, I finally bumped into Charlie and like, we totes bumped into eachother again in his bedroom...and then the car...and then his workplace...even the toilets...Creepy hat guy even joined in! Charlie says we can make it a regular thing and I like, tots agree with him! He's soooooo smart! But y'now, I never did find out about that purdy box I received or that fun goo stuff that like, made me this way! I axed my new bestest eva friend Miss.D about it and she says I shouldn't worry my sweet lil' muffin about it, so I don't. She's even smarter than Charlie, more fun too. She knows everything about everything about everything in the history of everything ever! Like did you know that when you blink it's like tiny lil' dreams!? I know right!</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"mmmmmmm"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">And FYI honeybunz, its not "Rayne" anymore. I couldn't even at all with such a sad name, reminds me of...uhh...yeah, that watery sky stuff...what's the word...RAIN! REMINDS ME OF RAIN! So grey and gloomy and ugh, just no way! Now I'm just </span><span style="color: hotpink;">"Rayray!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\creepy.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">and I'm the sweetest thang around! Sooo whatever your name is...you busy tonight?</span> <span style="color: hotpink;">"Toodles!!"</span> The End or is it? Can I try again? Do I want to? Maybe I am happier this way...maybe I... FUCK NO! I didnt go through every motherfucking beat down and every shitstorm this sick prick fuck of a life threw at me just to be all "like" this and "can't even" that! And PINK! I fucking HATE pink! Son of a bitch. It's RAYNE, okay? None of this "Rayray" crap. Hey Fucko, help me out will ya? [[OPEN YOUR EYES!]]
Picking up the headset, I gingerly place it over my head and tighten the headband, locking it into position. You happy now it's on? Is your pervy bitch-ass happy now!? I wait a few seconds for something to happen. With no obvious start switches or connection ports, I can only assume it's heat sensitive, reacting when the headband is worn around the forehead. After a few minutes I can feel myself growing impatient, not that I want anything to happen, but this is boring the shit out of me. No hypno shit, no secret messages, not even Doom Faternal 3D. Ain't nothin' to see here but a blank screen. Deciding I've had enough of this headset and it's complete lack of oing anything, I try and pull the headset off. A small red light begins to blink within the walls of the eye-piece, the straps tighten even more around my head. Earbuds descend from the sides and force their way into my ears. Suddenly the screen before my eyes lights up. <<timed 8s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\hypno.gif"></div>...ahh crap I...arms...not doin'......$name? Must <span style="color: deeppink;">Get</span> losin' <span style="color: deeppink;">Myself</span> ...this <span style="color: deeppink;">Off</span> [[...changes]]<</timed>>
Deciding to leave the mysterious box and its questionable contents behind I somehow squeeze my brand new "bajungas" into my loosest fitting shirt. To follow I begin to slide my bruised slender legs into a nice pair of...no...wait, that'd be a lie. To put it more accurately, I whacked on my only pair of jeans that I swear to christ had someone die in them, or take a leak in both pockets. Definitely smelled like that when I found em anyways...but I digress. It's time for this feisty young <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"princess"</span> to make her way out into the big wide world of Sector 7G, maybe find out who sent me that Box and why they're so desperate to turn me into some kind of sex-crazed cockfiend. This should be... <div align="center"><img src="Images\outfit1.jpg"></div> [[interesting]]
<div align="center"><video src="Images\rf.mp4" width="640" height="480" autoplay><source src="rf.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video></div> <span style="color: lime;">"Yesss...listen to my voice. Obey, go Deeper, submit, you have no choice!"</span>@@#blinky;"No choice"@@ <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "darkred"); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "deeppink"); }, 1000); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "red"); }, 3200); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "hotpink"); }, 5400); });<</script>> <span style="color: lime;">"Let yourself disappear"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\deeper.gif"></div> <span style="color: lime;">"Obey, go deeper still. Submit. Touch yourself, rub away your mind, let it all go" </span><span style="color: hotpink;">@@#blinky;"No..."@@ @@.delayed;"YES MISTRESS.@@ @@.delayed;I OBEY.@@ @@.delayed;I SUBMIT.@@ @@.delayed;NO WILL.@@@@.delayed; MUST FUCK.@@ @@.delayed;NEED COCK.@@ @@.delayed;FUCK@@ @@.delayed;TOY.@@ @@.delayed;I AM FUCKTOY.@@@@.delayed; I AM FUCKTOY.@@ @@.delayed; FUCKTOY OBEYS.@@@@.delayed; FUCKTOY DOESNT THINK.@@ @@.delayed; FUCKTOY SUCKS AND FUCKS.@@@@.delayed; MISTRESS' FUCKTOY.@@ @@.delayed; I AM FUCKTOY."@@ </span><div align="left"><img src="Images\ruba.gif"></div> <span style="color: lime;">"To your side is a gift I sent you. Though it was never intended for actual use...more a "Test" of your will, if you will."</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">"TOY! Hand grab...Cock..."</span><div align="left"><img src="Images\dildo2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lime;">-sigh- "Such a waste of a potentially fantastic mind. Soon, with a little help from the Nymphvr programme, you'll be so crazed with lust from rubbing that tender pussy of yours that you won't be able to think let alone talk. Pity."</span> The End Are you seriously saying you expected something good to happen by making me put that stupid fucking thing on my head? Is that what I am to you $name!? A fucking wishy-washy damsel in distress in need of a good dildo roasting!? You know what? Fuck You! [[Fuck it]]
I made my way down the stairs of my apartment building, pulled my collar up and did my best to shield my face from the wind as an ice cold breeze bit painfully hard at my cheeks. Must be a door open somewhere, too cold to reason otherwise. Approaching the last few steps I see my guess was correct. I take a deep breath, trying to brace myself for whatever this little adventure I'm about to embark on will bring me. That's enough bracing, time to nut up or shut up. I step outside <div align="left"><img src="Images\snow.jpg"></div> The previous night's crisp, death white snow was now nothing more than a toxic black sludge; a concoction of ice and blood, vomit and sweat, pain and misery. The thick rancid air hung low in 7G, well below the fresh air peaks of the Higher-ups. My lungs force a cough as tendrils of pollution make their way around my respiratory system, poisoning my blood and probably knocking at least 10 years off my life expectancy. Why should I care? I already surpassed that at least 7 years ago. I hate this hemorrhoid of a city. I hate the sights, the sounds, the smell, the people; even the animals make me grimace with a stale reminder of how hopeless my situation is. A normal night out here is usually filled with moment to moment acts of self-preservation, or drinking so hard you just don't give a shit anymore. Serpents of human flesh wrestle their way past the blinking neon signs, the on-off glare of bars and clubs. People shouting, screaming, fighting, vomiting, begging for food, making deals with the shadiest of characters. Every single down and out in the city all gathered in one place, all going fucking pants-on-head insane, trying anything to have some kind of a resemblance of a good time and a normal life, if only for a single night. That ice looks more dangerous than usual today, must be careful not to slip. Rayne has no intention of falling any further today. It's a long walk to the abandoned labs of MC&R Industries, going by the paperwork in that box, that's probably as good a place as any to start getting some answers. I don't mind the walk though, gives me time to think, to even myself out. Certainly gives me enough time to tell it like it is, set the scene...like [[you needed it setting]].
We both know you're only here for one thing and honestly, I don't fucking blame you. Given the choice, I'd probably be doing the same because when you turn that computer off, when this all goes away, I'll still be here. Still wasting every fucking day, every breath; barely clinging on to the hope that my life, my story, turns out to be different than every other chucklefuck in this sprawling cesspit of a metropolis. My life so far? The sickest fucking joke I've ever heard. Just words on page of a porn-based CYOA game. <span style="color: darkred;">"Fuck"</span> My old workplace isn't too much of a detour from the MC&R labs, we can easily head over along the way. Could say "howdy" to Charlie, maybe burn his sketches of questionable taste whilst I'm there. What do you think "oh voice inside my head"? Ahead lies the Industrial sector of [[The City]], only place worse off than 7G.
<div align="center"><img src="Images\store.jpg"></div> Ahh sweet Charlie; time to see if you ever stopped bleeding. Though if you ask me the prick looks much better with a broken face anyways. I'm really trying not to be smug about it, but...well...yeah. Through the window I see Charlie's skinny-ass over by the till, he looks to be counting the days takings. Deep breath kids, this ain't gonna be pretty [[Open the Door]] or Turn back and [[Head to the labs]]
Rain starting to fall from the heavens as I made my way towards the old MC&R labs. The quiet playful splash of water on water, that funky wet concrete smell. I pass a few vagrants on the way, no one causing trouble, each just mindlessly shuffling from one form of hopelessness to the next. I find the lack of any gangs or ne'er do wells a bit strange. The Industrial areas like this are usually clustered to fuck almost twenty four seven. Streets filled with Cruzstas, Traders, drunks and faders; a motherfucker from every walk of life, provided that life was dodging bullets or picking bits of broken glass out of your face. Always packin heat, flashing blades with tongues as sharp as razors and brains as smart as rocks. But not now. Something feels wrong here, very wrong...and I'm walking straight into the heart of it. MC&R is just around the next corner. I've never visited the labs myself, had no reason to; but I've been told they're... <span style="color: darkred;">"woah...."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\labs.jpg"></div> In a pathetic attempt to gain entry I try to pull on the gate, to noone's suprise, it's locked. Looking at the fence I figure it's gonna be a tricky climb and these new "assets" of mine don't exactly make this sort of thing easy. Luckily for both of us, this fine ass o' mine ain't just for the looks, I'm as flexible as a feline and can climb pretty well too, guess that's makes me fairly purrrfect...sorry. <<if Flag("charlie")>> Up and over...[[yeah, piece of cake]]. <<else>> Up and over...[[piece of cake]]. <</if>>
<<SetFlag "charlie">> Using the spare key I convieniently forgot to hand back to Charlie, I open the door as quietly as possible; trying hard not to alert the Jackass over by the counter. Under the neon glow of the store lights stands an unusual figure of a terrifyingly skinny man, sweating profusely regardless of the temprature being reasonably cool inside the store, this was Charlie. <div align="center"><img src="Images\charlie.gif"></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...twenty five...twenty six...twenty seven...twenty nine...oh shit......one...two..."</span> Shhhh! Be vewy qwuiet...I'm hunting Assholes! Seriously, this guy gets so fucking engrossed in counting his takings I honestly think a bomb could go off in his testicles and he wouldnt even flinch. <span style="color: red;">"Uhh excuse me? Shitfest?"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\fucko.gif"></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Ahhh...Red...whadyyya...hnngh...how'd you get in? Wha...what you coming back here for? You should be....hngh...."</span> <span style="color: red;">"I should be what asshole? Dead? Prison? Reading the fucking Neonhills Digest? Filling in the fucking crosswords maybe? Here's one for ya! What's 5 across? Idiotic dipshit store owner, goes by the name Charlie? Answer is FUC..."</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"NO!....no...you should be...agh...nevermind"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Come again Dickcheese?"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Nuthin'...nuthin'..so...what you here for? Your last paycheck? Ha! Well you can go fuck yourself Red cuz I fuckin' burned it! Ya hear me!? B.U.R.N..uhh..D...E! Haha! Fuckin' hit me will ya? Fuck you Red, fuck you! I'm in with some new shit now bitch...hehe...yeah...You think the Cruzstas are the top of the chain? Not anymore BITCH, not anymore!...just one little phone call and..."</span> [[You fed up of this jackass yet?]]
<<set $hascharlie to true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\blam.jpg"></div> You have no idea how much I love your voyeuristic ass right now! Would fukin kiss ya if, well, if you wernt so...ahem...yeah...Oh...he's back up again...well, kinda <div align="center"><img src="Images\charliedown.gif"></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Aaarrrghhhhh MY FUDDIN DOSE!!! YOU FUDDIN DODSUKIN HOR! I'LL FUDDIN BEAD DU BACK AND BOO YOU..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">Encore</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\bonk.jpg"></div> Ahh hear that? Blissful silence! Well, that was all sorts of fun wasn't it $name?. Hmmm...I wonder if he really did burn my paycheck, knowing that crazy shit, anything is possible. Best I go see if I can find it just incase. Let's see, Fucknut's private office or the Clink...oh sorry, The Clink meaning the "Staff room". So...which is it Fucko? What? You really thought I'd stop calling you that? Ha! I'd call my own Father that...actually if I ever run into Daddio, it's gonna be more like "run over". Oh c'mon baby, don't look be that! <div align="center"><img src="Images\face2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">♥</span> You know you love me really <span style="color: red;">♥</span> [[Fucknut's Office]] or [[The Clink]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\charliesays.gif"></div> I can feel the smugness dripping off of him, doing my best to hold back my fists from giving him a new feedhole, I gritt my teeth. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...what? nothin' to say? Hello McFly!...hehehe...Mcfly..."</span> I feel my nose twinge as his fould body odour assaults my nostrils. The guy smelt like sweat, fear and four week old garbage water...and I don't know why, but everything he does just fucking irritates me. Just boils my blood, really gets under my skin and pushes every single button. Jerk should win a fuckin award for it. <span style="color: red;">"Twat"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Twaite"</span> And strike 1 <span style="color: red;">"It's Twat!"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"It's pronounced goddamned Twaite"</span> Strike 2 <span style="color: red;">"It's fucking Twat"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Nuh-uh I think I know my own name, it's...blah blah blah"</span> The noise from that weasly mouth runs through my brain like nails on a chalkboard. Strike 3...if only my fists were an option here. Could always try the[[...next best thing?]]
<<SetFlag "fucknut">> I open the sleek wooden door with relative ease, his office and the door to it are the only parts of the store that the shithead ever invested in. <span style="color: darkred;">"Unfuckingbelievable"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\office.jpg"></div> This place always makes me wanna do stuff, usually along the lines of inserting something large like a Vontan Missile into that Fuckers anus...strange that, don't you think? Tearing the place apart with such fervor, looking for a slither of light in the darkness, I find a drawer...it doesn't open. Logically speaking, if I get a can find a key, this shouldn't be too difficult? There should be one around here someplace... Glancing across the room at the mess left behind me, with paper, books and various bits and pieces of stationary, all scattered everywhere; almost as if a big fucking tornado had twisted it up recently...oh yeah, that was me. <span style="color: darkred;">"Ahh Fuck It, ol' Stompy it is"</span> With little thought regarding consequences, I raise my foot and begin to kick the shit out of the desk draw. What can I say? I have anger issues. I know this and supposidly knowing is half the battle...Ha! Whatever! A few well-placed hits from my well-adjusted foot later and the vicious bastard of a drawer pops open. <span style="color: darkred;">"Okay Charlie, you sorry sack of camel fungus, what you got in here that's so important?"</span> A letter, headed "MC&R Industries"? This rabbit hole just went all the way to fucking Wonderland! Funny, cuz I ain't no Ruby Slipper wearing Alice...wait...that was...Dor...[[Oh whatever.]]
<<SetFlag "clink">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\clink.jpg"></div> The old wooden door to the "Staff Room" feels like it'll come off at the hinges if pushed too hard. Still a bit loose on the hinges, the bottom of the door grinds along the floor, must have been all that slamming it had taken over the months I was here. What? I know what you're thinking but I swear it wasn't me this time. See that dent in the wall over there? That was me. The door being loose? That's Charlie's fucking lack of any maintenance and thought for the health and safety of his employees, not a goddamn thing to do with me...it's TRUE! Oh fuck you too. <span style="color: darkred;">"hmph...empty.."</span> The tired looking room of shelving and lockers has definitely seen better days. A dusty and damp smell lingers here, for some reason it reminds me of an old tool shed one of my "parents" used to own. Giving the apparently barren room the benefit of the doubt, I check a few lockers and under the odd shelving unit. Nothing here. Just dust and ghosts, both best left undisturbed. [[I should go]]
<span style="color: cadetblue;">"Yeah, she's fine, takin' good care of her Miss. D......yeah ain't nothin' to worry about, no harm no foul that's what I always say Of course she's docile, she's as playful as a friggin' puppy...yeah...even licks her own damn...What? Oh around 2:30...yeah I'll be there...Yes of course...nah nah nah....yeah. See ya."</span> <span style="color: indianred;">Ruff!"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"And you my lil' precious, Daddy's lil Lassie...yes you can just sit there and look perfect...What, you want me to stroke you again?"</span> <span style="color: indianred;">"Ruff! ruff!"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">Who knew you could be so needy huh... It's okay, Daddy's got a nice bone to reward you with right here"</span> <span style="color: indianred;">"pant pant pant"</span> -unzzzzzipppp- <span style="color: indianred;">"Arf!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\rayne19.jpg"></div> The End Seriously? We did this? A FUCKING DOG!? You had me turn into a fuckin' dog...Shit, I gotta get a better agent. Why didn't you let me kick the shit out of that weasly asshat? We had the chance!? I thought we had an understanding? You keep me sane and relatively brainwash-free and I kick ass and chew bubblegum...though I'm all outta gum...Hehe..."Balls Of Steel". Ahem..., sorry, but it pisses me the fuck off! Why do you have to see me get transformed or mesmerized or sluttified or TURNED INTO A FUCKING MUTT!? I was licking my own fucking asshole for christsake! Now c'mon, let's get our shit together here and prefferably before one of us dies...and I ain't even real bitch so guess which one's gonna win that contest...yep...and that is a burn...score 1 to Rayne-o -sigh- Look, $name I'm sorry I yelled, but you'd be kinda pissed too. Can we please go kick this fucknut in the balls? I wanna at least pop those vile dangly objects he has between his legs. Just [[Open the Door]] already ...fucking Fido lover over here...goddamnit
<span style="color: red;">"Dear Mister Twat</span> <span style="color: darkred;">-snigger-</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\twat.jpg"></div> Whoa...well that explains just about everything but who the fuck is Mistress D? I knew a dog called Dingus once, horrible mange ridden thing that used to pee whilst walking around in circles...but a woman? If these people are searching for me, I guess it's my duty to find out why. Chances are they may return here if Charlie doesn't report in to them...I bet you anything that bastard gave them my address too, guess heading back to my shitty apartment isn't much of an option anymore. Regardless, this is my cue to make like a tree and get the fuck outta here. <<if Flag("clink")>> [[Head out]] <<else>> [[Time To Leave]] <</if>>
<<if Flag("fucknut")>> Stood out in the hallway that connects the store salesfloor to the Office and staff area, I can still hear Charlie sleeping on the store floor snoring like a fukin baby'. Got as many teeth as one now too. Thinking about it, I should probably bag those up...Nah fuck it. So Fuxieduxie...oh c'mon! That one was kinda cute! Hey, I'm tryin' here okay! Fine...Where now? [[The Clink]] [[Head out]] <<else>> Stood out in the hallway that connects the store salesfloor to the Office and staff area, I can still hear Charlie sleeping on the store floor snoring like a fukin baby'. Got as many teeth as one now too. Thinking about it, I should probably bag those up...Nah fuck it. So Fuxieduxie...oh c'mon! That one was kinda cute! Hey, I'm tryin' here okay! Where to now? [[The Clink]] [[Fucknut's Office]] [[Head out]] <</if>>
<<if $hascharlie>> <<set $hascharliesdead to true>> Just as I'm about to leave this sorry scene, I hear movement behind me. I turn to see Charlie, gun in my face and finger on the trigger, ready to fire...looks like the crazy fucker finally lost it. <div align="center"><img src="Images\gun.jpg"></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Thought you could leave did ya! Thought I'd let you walk right on outta here, just.like.that? Well NO fucking dice RAYNE you.don't.get.to.go.ANYWHERES! No no you, you see you get to sit the fuck down, you get to be a good <span style="color: darkmagenta;">little princess</span> and shut the fuck up."</span> Maybe it's the life and death situation I find myself forced into, maybe it's simply my overall burning hatred for this pathetic excuse of a human being; but something inside me was slowly ticking over, slowly reaching it's boiling point. I decide to remain quiet, for my own sake and for Charlie's. <span style="color: red;">...</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"What no smarmy comeback? No bitchy comment about me sketchin' those perfect litttle...uhhh...wha...massive tits of yours? I'll sketch.WHATEVER.THE.HELL.I WA..."</span> <span style="color: red;">...</span> He doesn't get to finish his sentence. He doesn't get to do much of anything. <span style="color: red;">...</span> For a moment he seems frozen in time, stunned like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming freight train. No more talking Charlie. The HB pencil sticking up his left nostril and out the back of his head put a stop to that, put a stop to everything. A piece of what I can only assume is his brain falls from the tip of the pencil and lands with a soft wet "plop" on to the end of my boot. The lifeless body that was formerly known as Charlie slumps to the floor and a small pool of crimson starts gathering around his head. I stand there in the silence for a few seconds. I don't really think or feel anything. Just silence.[[...numb...]] <<else>> I make my way back out to the store front, the neon glow burning their harsh light into my retinas. There's still a bunch of credit notes on the counter and Charlie's infamous [[Sketch book]] too. Speaking of "Sleepin' Gumbo", he's still on the floor lying next to it. A steady stream of...is that drool? The fucking asshole snores and drools; as if constant sweat and stench wasn't enough for me to hate his entire existance. Fucksake. As I carefully step over his unconscious form, my eyes are draw to something on the floor next to him. Looks like a Keycard of some sort. My best guess is that it must've spilled out of his pocket when he went down and boy did he ever go down. <span style="color: darkred;">"MC&R Industries? Motherfu..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Sorry Charlie boy, this one's coming with me"</span> Time to go I look back at that sorry waste of breath, one more chance to rub it in, one more victory pose. Unconscious or not, I've earned this one. <span style="color: red;">"It's ok Fucko, don't get up. I'll see myself out"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\dontgetup.jpg"></div> [[Head To The Labs]] <</if>>
Rain starting to fall from the heavens as I made my way towards the old MC&R labs. The quiet playful splash of water on water, that funky wet concrete smell. I pass a few vagrants on the way, no one causing trouble, each just mindlessly shuffling from one form of hopelessness to the next. I find the lack of any gangs or ne'er do wells a bit strange. The Industrial areas like this are usually clustered to fuck almost twenty four seven. Streets filled with Cruzstas, Traders, drunks and faders; a motherfucker from every walk of life, provided that life was dodging bullets or picking bits of broken glass out of your face. Always packin heat, flashing blades with tongues as sharp as razors and brains as smart as rocks. But not now. Something feels wrong here, very wrong...and I'm walking straight into the heart of it. MC&R is just around the next corner. I've never visited the labs myself, had no reason to; but I've been told they're...<span style="color: darkred;">"woah...."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\labs.jpg"></div> Well, this looks inviting doesn't it. In a somewhat pathetic attempt to gain entry, I try to pull on the gate. To absolutely noone's suprise, it's locked. Looking at the fence I figure it's gonna be a tricky climb and these new "assets" of mine don't exactly make this sort of thing easy. Luckily for both of us, this fine ass o' mine ain't just for the looks, I'm as flexible as a feline and can climb pretty well too, guess that's makes me fairly purrrfect...sorry So climbing this? [[yeah, piece of cake]]
Disgracelands
<<audio "Start" play>> <div align="center">[img[Images\title.gif]] <div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>\ inspired by the fantastic work of the TFGS & Hypnopics Community\ </div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 150%;'>\ [[And so it begins...]] \ </div>
<<if $hascharlie2>> I make my way around the back of the building, thinking maybe a side-entrance or something could provide me with a way inside. Fucko, we have a winner! At the side of the door sits a very prominent keycard reader. Looks like ol' Charlie did have his uses after all. <div align="left"><img src="Images\rear.jpg"></div> Thanks Charlie. Dickweed. Alright kiddies, welcome to the [[Lion's Den]] <<else>> I make my way around the back of the building, thinking maybe a side-entrance or something could provide me with a way inside. Fucko, we have a winner! At the side of the door sits a very prominent keycard reader. Looks like ol' Charlie did have his uses after all. <div align="left"><img src="Images\rear.jpg"></div> Thanks Charlie. Rest in hell Dickweed. Alright kiddies, welcome to the [[Lion's Den]] <</if>>
Looking around me constantly like a cat avoiding the cold stare of a rabbid dog, I slowly make my way around to the front door. All this time I can't help but feel like I'm being watched, a feeling that hasn't left me since I left home...and no, by "watched" I don't mean by you, dumbass. As begrudging as I am to your constant fucking presence in my head, I can actually deal with you being there just fine. You're like an old friend who makes me wanna put firecrackers in their ass in the middle of the night cuz of their constant fucking snoring. Just kidding, you ain't that bad...yet. <div align="left"><img src="Images\good.jpg"></div> All merriment aside, this is like that feeling you have when you walk through a graveyard alone in the dead of night, on halloween, after watching A Nightmare On Elm Street 19, with no clothes and being too fucked up on Tequila and anti-depressants to give a shit...actually, forget that last bit shitstick. I made it up, or did I? I'll never tell Front entrance looks heavy, I give it a pull. With just about as much typical luck as I've grown to expect from this ridiculous charade I call my life, the door doesnt budge. <span style="color: darkred;">"Fuck...maybe I can find a way around the back"</span> Considering my options here, the only one that seems to make any sense to my recently addled brain is to smash a window. Whaddya say partner, you up for some breaky noises? Tell you what, whilst you're chuggin' that decision over, I'm gonna go ahead and do it anyways. One way or another, I'm going to get to the bottom of all this crap. I scan the ground for an appropriate breaking and entering tool. and<span style="color: red;">"Eureka!"</span> I bend down and place a so-so sized rock in my hand, after giving it a few idle tosses, I prepare to wind up the ol' throwin' arm and let her rip! <div align="left"><img src="Images\bugs.gif"></div> To my utter disappointment the rock I had propelled towards the glass at some considerable speed just bounced soundlessly off, barely making a scratch. <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh. Okay, so that...uhhh...that didn't work...fuck...I throw like a fuckin' girl"</span> I swear to god $name, if you say one word I will find you. Once again weighing up my options to gain access to the MC&R building, I decide to go with my second choice. Yeah, bet you didn't think I'd have a back-up plan did you. Ladies and Germs, may I present to you, [[Plan B]].
Looking around me constantly like a cat avoiding the cold stare of a rabbid dog, I slowly make my way around to the front door. All this time I can't help but feel like I'm being watched, a feeling that hasn't left me since I left home...and no, by "watched" I don't mean by you, dumbass. As begrudging as I am to your constant fucking presence in my head, I can actually deal with you being there just fine. You're like an old friend who makes me wanna put firecrackers in their ass in the middle of the night cuz of their constant fucking snoring. Just kidding, you ain't that bad...yet. <div align="left"><img src="Images\good.jpg"></div> All merriment aside, this is like that feeling you have when you walk through a graveyard alone in the dead of night, on halloween, after watching A Nightmare On Elm Street 19, with no clothes and being too fucked up on Tequila and anti-depressants to give a shit...actually, forget that last bit shitstick. I made it up, or did I? I'll never tell Front entrance looks heavy, I give it a pull. [[No dice]]
<<set $planb to true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\wonder.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"YEAH BITCHES!</span> The glass shatters around me, despite a few scratches here and there, Plan B it seems has left me feeling incredibly triumphant! Wait, can you hear bells? I hear bells...ahh crap. You can add "incredibly stupid" to that small list of things I am feeling right now. As the alarm loudly rings out it's repetitive pitched tones with wild abandon, a small army of heavily armored armed enforcement officers hurridly make their way into the room, almost as if they were coming out of the godddamn walls themselves. Within mere seconds, I find myself completely surrounded. <span style="color: darkred;">"Well, shit."</span> Full disclosure, incase you hadn't noticed I really suck at break-ins. Something hard hits the back of my head...I go down. <div align="center"><img src="Images\shit.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Well looky what we have here boys! Looks like the little fishy ended up in the wrong pond! Huhuhuh!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"How about you let me up Fuckstain? I'll show you just how much of a fuckin' fish I can really be"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Oooo Gentlemen! We have ourselves a REAL tough chick here! There is indeed a FIRE in that sweet belly!"</span> The newest prick in my life hovers over me, cigarette in mouth, his words dripping with a thick texan accent. With an obvious overabundance of cheap aftershave and snake-oil skin, he leans in close to my ear and I can feel his stale breath on my skin...why do I always attract the nicest fukin' people? <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"You know, you're lucky our employer wants you alive and hehe...relatively intact. Cuz if I had my way little lady, I would've had one fuck of a time with you chicken. Breakin' you in like a pair of spankin' new leathers! Yesiree, it would have been one FUCK of a pussy smashin' time! Now you think about that when you meet my employer won't you. You see I want you to think about how "polite" me and my boys have been...and how gracious Miss.D is for letting you live. Now you have yourself a nice long hard think down there, Okay?</span> I begin to feel my patience for this asshole wearing paperthin. I struggle to get up but with my arms pinned by this fucknuts goons, I don't stand a chance. I can see this next one coming a mile away <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"You don't wanna think quietly? Well we can help you with that can't we Gentlemen; nighty night Darlin'"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\ko.gif"></div> [[Sweet dreams]]
It's funny the things you see when you're out. unconscious and unable to do much except watch whatever movie your brain decides to put on in the meantime. Normally I'd be okay with it. I like movies. Anything to bring about an escape, a brief window of just not being. Not too fussed on genres either. Wether it's guns, gore, sex or full of "GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BITCH!" moments, they're all good with me. Tonight's movie though?...Not the biggest fan. Turns out this movie, is mine. [[Pass the fucking popcorn]]
As I carefully enter the building, I find I can't deny the feeling of trepidation regarding the fact that I can't hear any alarms. Is that a good sign? <div align="center"><img src="Images\corridor.jpg"></div> Ahead of me lies a long corridor, looking like your basic run-of-the-mill science building straight out of a cheesy ER show. Nothing special here at all. Well, except maybe that the whole thing is a disturbing shade of pink with an unusual slight scent of...something in the air. Bubblegum? Candyfloss? It's only faint so hopefully it's nothing to worry about. I mean most medical buildings smell of something weird don't they? With Hospitals it's disinfectant, with a doctor's office it's aging upholstery and clearly with MC&R buildings it's whatever the hell that is. Peering down the corridor, I can make out a few doors. Door "1-A" looks like it needs a Keycard, Door "1-C" has a standard lock meaning it should be a piece of piss to break in to should the need arise. Door "1-D"? Hmm...I don't know about that one. Door "1-F" looks heavy, maybe a Cell of some sort. The rest are probably electronically locked so unless I can locate a mainframe or something similar, you might as well forget about it. Additionally, I think I can see a staircase at the far end. Where to? [[Door 1-A]] [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-D]] [[Door 1-E]] [[Door 1-F]] [[stairwell]]
<div align="left"><img src="Images\bar.jpg"></div> Man, this place looks like I feel [[Leave the bar]]
<<SetFlag "saved">> C'mon...think...losing control...feel it taking over...must stop...One...two... <span style="color: red;">"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"</span> Given any other choice I would have taken it over smashing my brains out against a bar toilet wall, but it was either that or face whatever this Fucklebrother had in store for me. <div align="left"><img src="Images\smashed.gif"></div> Though thinking about it, I probably shoulda chosen a wall that didn't have a mirror attached to it....damnit. Hours pass, can't say for certain. Time moves and an unusual rate when you're unconscious, even more so when you're shitfaced-drunk. I awaken on the floor of this bathroom from hell, glass shards are scattered across the grimy floor around me, a fair few lay on top of me too. As I try to do my best to shake my head clear of the cobwebs, my brain replies in kind by pounding out a fuckin' samba. Using the sink as leverage, I do my best to get my hurt ass up. As I stand there shaking, cold, hurt and with a wounded pride, I can feel blood from what I assume to be a head wound slowly begin to trickle down my face...lucky for me, I ain't got time to bleed. All in all, I guess that could've gone a whole lot worse and I suppose I should thank you for that. So yeah, "thanks Fucko!", you're learning. I mean okay, I'm all kinds of fucked up and bleeding, but at least the smoke had gone and thankfully so too had the Creeper. Welcome to Paradise [[Stagger out]]
<div align="left"><img src="Images\bar.jpg"></div> You did good back there $name, but we still ain't fucking friends though. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful and all, just...just Fuck you and don't go asking for any favors! After the events in the bathroom, I'm just about ready to call this a night. Making my way across the bar towards the exit, I can see that fuckin' bar tender still lookin' at me like I shat in his cereal. Normally I'd say something clever, but right now I just want to get home and collapse into a ball of shame on my bed. [[Leave the bar]]
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<div align="centre"><img src="Images\shower.gif"></div> You wern't supposed to see this. Believe me, I don't usually lose it like that. I know I give a good front, you have to, it's expected, but that's all it is. A brick wall protecting an ego as fragile as broken eggshells. Everyone says it'll all get better, that they'll be there for you, but the truth is it's all bullshit. I'll get that fucker though. I'll do it wether you like it or not. No one's ever helped me through anything in life, no one backs this team. But I don't give a fuck because it's simply better that way. No dead weights, no one questioning your every decision, no explanations needed or given. Fuck all of em, don't need anyone. <span style="color: red;">"FUUUUCK!"</span> ... <span style="color: darkred;">"No one"</span> [[....]]
<<if Flag("wank")>> Fuck Off Perv [[Bitch Cave]] <<else>> <div align="left">[img[Images/really.jpg]]</div> Seriously? Fuck You $name! You wanna see someone do that? Go jerk your dried up peanut-prick into a fuckin' mirror! Asshole! [[Bitch Cave]] <<SetFlag "wank">> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\angrygirl.gif"></div> So uhh $name ? You know how I kind of have that little temper of mine? Well sometimes it can come in handy for things, things like...oh I dunno...like chasing off goons for example, or punching the mailman, or kicking Charlie's dipshit ass; yeah that one there's one of my favorites. But in this situation, I think a bit of anger goes a long way. Take this headset for example as it rests so daintily upon my fair bonce. I'm sure if I was more relaxed and less willing to sort my damn life out, I'd currently be hypnotized and drooling in similar fashion as if I had just undertaken a double fucking lobotomy...imagine that...at least then I suppose I wouldn't have to worry about none of this shit. But as it turns out I'm kinda pissed off right now and this headset? 0h it's coming off. If I have to rip my fucking skull open, it's definitly coming of! <span style="color: red;">"mmmMMMMOTHERFUCKKKAAAAAAA"</span> I feel multiple strands of hair being torn out of my skull as the headset is ripped clean off my head and launched with astonishing force into the wall. <div align="left"><img src="Images\throw.gif"></div> Ahh fuck. Turns out I hadn't calculated that trajectory very well. I broke my damn TV...Can you believe this shit? Not my day Fucko old friend, this is just not my day. [[Fuck it]]
<<set $hascharlie2 to true>> <<set $hascharliesalive to true>> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"WHAAA...? N..n..no...it can't be...she said it would...but you...gahhh...R..r..Red just listen to me, now...uh...Rayne listen...t..t..take it easy...don't hurt me...I..I..can expuhhh...don't...you...uhh...I gots people who...know...Red, RED!?"</span> All I did was stand up and give him my favorite "no no" look. I'm pretty sure the fuckrack shit himself where he was standing. Fair reaction if he did to be honest. My turn <div align="center"><img src="Images\gloves.gif"></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...oh shit."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Say "Goodnight" Charlie."</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"guh..wha?"</span> It doesn't take a fuckin' Einstein to figure out what happens next, but since I'm feelin' good about this overdue ass-whoopin' result, here's a modest description of how this plays out. Call it a gift from me to you. <div align="center"><img src="Images\ballpunch.gif"></div> Not suprisingly, Charlie falls to face first onto the store floor. Given the situation, I think it's probably a good idea I take advatage of being able to search the building undisturbed by Snoozin' Ugly over here. Let's see, there dipshit's private office or the Clink, otherwise known as "the staff room". [[Fucknut's Office]] or [[The Clink]]
He brings the weird crystal thing over, placing it right infront of my eyes. <div align="center"><img src="Images\ball.gif"></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Why don't ya...hehe...go on, take a look-see, Red...Damn IT...oh..right...gotta WAIT a few seconds for it to warm up...cheap-ass UAC manufactured piece of crap, no wonder they got overtaken by fuckin' demons! MC&R still got the credits for the design though; good business, real good business...hehehe"</span> <<timed 17s transition>>[["How about I ram that fucking thing up your ass?"]]<</timed>> <<timed 10s transition>>Some sort of an alien light begins to emanate from within the device, the cosmic lights dancing to and fro deep within the crystals walls. Almost immediately sparks start forming their very own lightshow behind my eyes, slwoly the two displays begin to synch and my vision becomes a cornicopia or bright lights and colors. Deep within my brain something clicks, I can't look away. <span style="color: red;">"Wha...it's...so...so...beautiful"</span> I can feel the intrusive patterns and lights begin overtake me, my eyelide become as heavy as lead, everything starts moving in slow motion, my eyes close and the world around me disappears. Despite my eyes closing, I can still see the lights and patterns in my mind as the world around me slowly disappears. Charlie's words echo in my mind as my head falls forward and I sink into a haunted and corrupting sleep. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"You look tired Red..hehe...why dontcha rest those weary PUPPY dog eyes of yours? I'll go get my sketch pad. Hehehe!"</span> Darkness. Void. [[Empty]] <</timed>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\young.jpg"></div> That's me there, Rayne Carolena Spence, though back then I was simply known as Red. It's funny, I've been with so many sets of parents and services that I can't even recall my own original surname. Think it was Damph or Walker or some shit like that. Anyways, here I am in all my youthful glory, aged 19 and so many months. Freshly kicked out of the system, left to rott and fend for myself. You think my attitude is bad now? Back then? Damn, even I woulda slapped me upside the head. <span style="color: dimgray;">"Oh but Rayne"</span> I hear you ask, <span style="color: dimgray;">"Why show us this?"</span> To which I would promptly reply "Fuck you", its's not ike I wanna see all this shit again! Believe me, it's not my choice. This is my brain doing whatever unconscious brains do and right now it's making me revisit times I'd rather were left well alone. To help you understand a few things I suppose I should explain how things were back then, might help you to grasp why I am the way I am. If not, well, that sounds like a "you" problem doesn't it. So back in the early days I did my best to get by, ran with gangs, drank, took what would be deemed as "light" drugs and even stole from the local eatery when given the chance; but that was literally just for food and I never took anything from those who needed it more than me though. Rule number one in the "Rayne Book of Survival"? Don't fuck over those less fortunate than yourself. I admit I was on a bad path and I think I fucking knew it too, I just didn't care. i mean, put yourself in my shoes for a bit. I was young and had just been kicked out on my ass for what felt like the millionth time. What else could I do? The system had rejected me, "families" washed their hands of me and the only friends I ever seemed to make were those who needed a "problem" solved. You see, one of the few benefits of growing up the way I did was my "ability" to channel my anger into getting things done, that and my youthful and somewhat innocent age made me ideal for being the one your average Joe would never suspect as being able to kick the living shit out of everyone with a pure rage rivalled only by the hoardes of hell themselves. I was young and I knew how to fight, or more approprioately, I knew how to decimate my opponent. As far as I was concerned, I had it fuckin' made. I got what I wanted when I wanted it and no-one ever dared to stand in my way; at least no-one who didn't wanna spend the following few days of their pathetic lives picking their own teeth out of their own shit. Because of my out of control aggression, I grew cocky, I grew sloppy and stupid. "TRUST NO ONE!", one of the first lessons I ever learnt. With that in mind, I shoulda seen the foloowing events coming a mile away. I should've known better. But he was handsome, strong, funny...and most of all he knew things. He knew the city, knew the people and unlike every other twisted fuck I had ever met in my entire life, he actually seemed to give a shit. [[I didn't stand a chance]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\jax.jpg"></div> <span style="color: slateblue;">"Hey Rayne, how's it kickin' over for my favorite fire starter?"</span> This was Jax. Cool, confident, handy with a gun and chin you could break bricks with. <span style="color: darkred;">"Fuck you."</span> <span style="color: slateblue;">"C'mon now, is that anyway to treat an old friend?"</span> He rests old Betsy on his shoulder, an old Remington 12 gauge from times best forgotten. It was dirty and crude, but efficient and in retrospect, a pretty good fit for us. <div align="left"><img src="Images\young2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> <span style="color: slateblue;">"Hey now! Are you still pissed at me? Look, I'm sorry I ran out on you when things got tough, but that last raid? That shit wasn't my fault baby! I already told you what happened, I got called out for some business to attend to and..."</span> He comes over and puts his arms around me. Brave move. I shove it away and move to the corner of the room. [[Need the distance]]
Jax swallows hard and crouches down beside me. His presence and attention was once something I yearned for, something I relied upon, but now? Now it repulsed me, made me feel so trapped and agitated. I just wanted him gone, everybody else leaves so wouldn't he? <span style="color: slateblue;">"Goddamnit Rayne, I swear if I had known...hey...hey, look at me babe."</span> He gently takes a hold of my chin and raises my head until our eyes meet. I gaze at his chiseled face and that confident smile. That smile I had come to trust, the one that was once my savour; had turned into something I despised and reviled with every fibre of my being. Defiantly, I push his hand away and avert my eyes from his. <div align="center"><img src="Images\young3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: slateblue;">"-sigh- When we met Rayne, I promised you I would look after you kid. You didn't make it easy, fuck, you were harder to reach than the Goldstein mines on Triton! Even back then you were always telling me how you were fine on your own, how you had that big plan of yours; but through all the pain and misery we came together. You let me in, showed me things you ahd never allowed anyone else to see, told me your innermost thoughts and desires, what we had, we STILL have? I'd never break that bond between us. Just look at how far we've come together Rayne and you'll see how much further we can go. I'm so sorry for all that shit that happened to you before we met and since and I know nothing I can do or say can make up for any of it..."</span> He pauses to reach into his shirt pocket and pulls out what looks like two little pink pills. Maybe it was this experience that had me hating that color for the rest of my life...I doubt it, but it's possible. The pills themselves looked like the kind you get from any run-of-the-mill drug store. A few transparent capsules, usually containing any number of pain killers. Out of all the drugs in the world, painkillers were the ones I desired most and usually in any form. Anything to make you feel anything else, or in my case, nothing. <span style="color: slateblue;">"...but I'm willing to try, if you let me"</span> He raises his hand, offering me his solution. I had taken drugs before, who hasn't? Never anything harsh or heavy at that point though, the whole Xeroxian thing came much later on in my young adult life. But these pills? These were new, something I hadn't seen before. I was never a fan of anything new. New was dangerous, new was unknown, "NEW" got you killed or worse. No, something about these pills didn't sit right with me. My gut had kept me alive up to this point, kept me kicking, and those same gutts were telling me to... [[get the fuck out of Dodge.]]
At first I didn't feel a thing. It wasn't until the dreamworld started spinning and my eyes began to lose focus that I started to think that maybe this whole situation just got a lot worse. I could feel a strange numbness spread across my face, slowly at first, then inch by inch I began to lose all sensation throughout my body. I try to speak but no words can be formed and no sound makes it past my lips. Only a few seconds later my eyes roll back and my head slumps forward. I black out. When I come to I find myself no longer reliving a section of my past but instead I'm standing in a courtyard. The warm sun shining down on my body, the soft breeze blows gently across my skin, caressing every pore. For a short time I feel at peace with everything, my mind rises to a state of euphoric pleasure and a satisfied smile forms across my face. All the while I'm feeling this wonderful sense of being, a small niggle still yells out it's doubts within the haunted recesses of my brain. I do my best to ignore it but there's no arguing with it's faultless statement that nothing that feels this good could ever be real...turns out, it was right. As quickly as it began, the whole sequence abruptly ends and the warm sun is savagely ripped from my senses. The overpowering blooms of blues, yellows and greens all swiftly fade away and become drained of all life, becoming filled with the monochrome harshness of greys, whites and blacks. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hello Rayne"</span> A voice? Here? The sound of this new presence nearby disturbs me all the more as I realise what this place is and what the conclusions drawn from hearing such a voice could be. This place is my mind. The colors, the warmth, it's what I created, my "happy place". This new voice, this intruder within my soul shouldn't be here; no-one but me should even know of this place yet clearly whoever this person is they have enough access to my inner most thoughts to learn my deepest secrets. Then there's the voice itself, so familiar yet so alien to me. It's almost as if someone took my voice and reduced any intelligence behind it by at least half. The only logical explanation is that whatever it is I'm witnessing is an inner illusion brought on by the drugs within my system and that this new voice and presence is simply a metaphore for whatever it is the drug is doing to me. Regardless of the voices true nature, illusion or not, I don't like it, not one bit. I quickly turn on my heels to face whoever or whatever introduced themselves and spoke my name...my levels of confusion only increase even more when I'm presented with the answer. There, standing a few feet away, in an outfit I have no recollection of ever owning, is me. Only this me is much younger, straight out of my past, must've been maybe a year or two before I started running with the likes of Jax and the "coolest" gangs. <div align="center"><img src="Images\princess.jpg"></div> I swear $name, I never looked like that! Whatever this hallucination bullshit is showing us, that is not me! <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh but it could've been, Rayne"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Wha...?"</span> [[This doesn't make any sense.]]
But that...that's not what happened at all! I spat those fucking things right into his smugshit face! I'm telling you $name, what you saw right there was fucking bullshit! This is how it really went down. Everything, that whole conversation, alarm bells had been sounding in my head loud and clear from the moment he walked had in. So many questions had never been answered, so many suspicions allowed to fester and grow within my mind. How come he had disappeared? How come no one knew where he went? Why did he make no effort to contact anyone? Why was he suddenly showing up here now? When he left we had badly needed supplies and he had never let me down before. It wasn't just me depending on him and his impressive ways of getting such plentiful rations either, the whole den, our neigbours and friends, everyone was depending on Jax to pull through on this one. He had planned it for months, "The Big Feed" he called it. Said he knew how to access the food storages of the MC&R Docks District warehouse, said he had contacts that could get him in and out with enough food and supplies to feed the whole of 7G then wipe the whole shipment from their records, make it look like the food had been spoiled or lost at sea. It was a perfect plan, every detail scrutinized, every milisecond accounted for. So what went wrong? Then there was the way he was suddenly calling me "Rayne". Back then every junker had a street name to protect our true identities and to keep everyone safe from Seeker Patrols being able to locate their intended victims. I wasn't "Rayne" to anyone in 7G, I was just "Red". It wasn't complex or clever, it didn't need to be. It kept us all safe and that was good enough. My answers to all of these questions and suspicions came soon enough. Wiping the saliva soaked pills from his face, Jax's trademark confident smile became something much more sinister. His eyes darkened and his voice lowered, a maddening tone hung on every word reminding me of only the worst comicbook villains. <span style="color: slateblue;">"So that's how it is huh? After all I've done for you? Ungrateful little bitch! All you had to do was swallow a couple of tiny FUCKING pills, but no! The great "RAYNE" has to go and fuck it up, fuck everything up just like you always do! You fucking primate, you think you're so tough? You're a fucking mistake! Fucking up everything and everyone unitl they've all left you to rott. So fucking hard-done by "Rayne". Why break the habit of a lifetime huh "doll"!?</span> His arm pulls back and swings a punch at me, luckily I was already on edge from all of my susupicions about him and saw it coming. I dive out of the way, kicking "Ol' Betsy" out of his hands. I lock in on his face and take a fighting posture. Mano-a-mano now, old school street fight. Had done plenty of those up to this point, I was about to destroy this homewrecking son of a bitch. He had the muscle, I had the reflexes and an ever growing desire to grab "Ol' Betsy" and shove her where no rusty shotgun should ever have to go. Seeeing an opening and seizing my chance I go for a few hits of my own, he returns the favor in kind with a knee to the gut. I go down clutching my abdomen...I'll admit, that one fucking hurt. Doing my best to ignore the pain, I stagger back on my feet <div align="left"><img src="Images\yougone.jpg"></div> <span style="color: slateblue;">"Awww, does the lil' crybaby have a booboo? Well that's just too fukin' bad RAYNE, cuz you're about to get really FUCKED up REAL fucking soon!"</span> His gun..."ol'Betsy", just out of reach [[If I could just...]]
I don't know why I did it. I guess I felt sorry for the guy. He wasn't always an asshole, there was a time when I could almost say I was in love with the fool. Giving in to what some would consider to be the weaker side of my personality, I manage to push aside a few slabs of rubble. The moment I see that manic grinning face and wide maddening eyes, I knew it was a mistake. <span style="color: slateblue;">"YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME BITCH!? They made me INVINCIBLE!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\jaxlaugh.gif"></div> I manage to shift a few more pieces of rubble, somehow and to this day I still question why, I help the crazy bastard to his feet. <span style="color: slateblue;">"You think I need your help? You weak pathetic fool! Haha, I'm gonna kill you Rayne! You're gonna be dead by fucking dawn! You and that frigid virgin pussy, that fucked up ass of yours, you're all gonna pay! Oh yeah, you'll pay! Who's laughing now eh? WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!? HAHA! See, you can run all you want, BUT I will find you and then...then I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! No, first I'm gonna rape you then I'll kill you or kill you then rape you! Oh, you're gonna regret ever FUCKING with...</span> His ranting suddenly cuts off as Ol' Betsy comes to rest under his nose. <div align="left"><img src="Images\byejax.gif"></div> This single human being had in one moment had ripped away every shred of humanity I had tried all those hurtful years to preserve. It would take me so long to even begin to rebuild what I lost that night. AS I said, Jax had been a good guy up to this point. He didn't deserve to end up like this. My only reasoning for any of this was that someone must have got to him during the raid. Probably Seekers or dealers, then pumped him so full of that mind altering shit or whatever they were brewing at those fucking death factories, that he barely knew who he was anymore. I knew if I let him go, he would find me and without a doubt, true to his word, he would kill me. Just fucking instinct. <span style="color: red;">"You know what Jax? "Bitch", "Frigid", it doesn't matter. As far as you're concerned, I'm the chick with the gun."</span> One last shell. One last goodbye Jax. Klaatu Barada Fukto Hail To The Queen Baby ....[[Instincts]].
I awaken groggy and numb, in a small white room that's as featureless as it is unremarkable. My arms are suspended above me, leaving me dangling like a worm on a hook, a naked worm...is it cold in here or is it just me? Looking down I can see I'm standing on a chest of some sort. Old, metal and dusty. I guess they couldn't find a chair. Next to the chest lies a small puddle of what looks like pink goo, similar to what I saw back in the apartment. Only this one is mixed up with...what's that...carrot? I can only assume I must've brought it up when I was unconscious. Not being completely happy with my current predicament, I try to twist my bonds loose. Honestly, I wasnt expecting much of a result but lucky for me the fixings holding me inplace hadn't been secured properly and with only a few sharp pulls, I successfully pull the hook from the ceiling. My arms fall like a dead weight to my sides and I slide down to a crouching position on the box...well, this is just fuckin' great. Remembering an old trick I learnt from Jax back in the day, I try and remove my bonds. I fumble with the restraints, but no matter how hard I try my fingers just won't do what I want. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"You know, your fingers would do a much better job if they satisfied you once in a while"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Wha? How the...??"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Shhhh silly!" -giggle- "You'll attract a guard, or maybe you WANT to attract a guard? Give the poor fella a thorough servicing for doing such a good job?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I don't know how you did it, but what I want "Princess", is for you to get the fuck out of my head! NOW!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Awwww poor wickle diddums, of course I'd just loooove to leave you alone buuut I kinda have this big ol' plan to turn you into a silly brainless cocklicking slutmuffin, so I'm afraid, you're stuck with me Red...hmm...Rayne, why do they call us Red? Is it cuz of our hair d'yathink? Seems pretty dumb even to me and I rarely use my brain! What hair color makes for a good name though? Pinkie? Blondie? Blue?...hmm...nah "Blue" sounds too miserable, though I bet that'd suit you right down to the..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hmph! Big ol meanie boots! Well, I can see when I'm not wanted and to be honest, I can see you're...hehe...tied up at the moment, so I'll leave you alone for now. Keep em' spread Sis!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I can see this is gonna get on my last fucking nerve real quick"</span> Doing my best to forget the surprise intrusive conversation inside my head, I try and focus, concentrate on breaking out of these bonds. <span style="color: darkred;">"A little twist here and...great...now if I can just...ahh crap...shit"</span> Suddenly I hear heavy footsteps echoing from outside the door in the corridor beyond, steadily getting louder, getting closer...I guess this means my captor is gonna make an appearance. All things considered I suppose Princess did have somewhat of a point that yelling at myself was indeed a really dumb thing to do. Short on options or any kind of retreat, I slowly back away from the door expecting the worst. <div align="center"><img src="Images\tied3.jpg"></div> Nothing...No one enters and the sound of heavy footsteps slowly dissipates. Whoever it was must have walked straight on by with little to no regard of whoever was in this cell. With no more interruptions, I focus all of my attention on slipping loose of my bonds and with a little more effort, I succeed. Of course being free doesn't mean, well, being free, since I'm still stuck in this depressingly small room. Fully aware that it's a long shot but forever hopeful and lacking any other ideas smart or otherwise, I try the door...Well what d'ya know? It ain't locked! [[Deep breath]]
<<if $hascharliesalive>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\mummy.gif"></div> The heavy door re-enforced slowly edges open as if whoever was behind it was having a tough time shifting the weight forward. After a few uncomfortable moments, an unusual figure walks in. Before me stands the shape of a man a little shorter than me, covered head to toe in bandages and limping profusely. In one of his thickly wrapped hands hangs a worrying looking headset, like a crudely fashioned eye-projector with a design straight from the pages of a medieval book on tried and tested methods of torture and the successful implementation of them. Great. Just my luck to be tortured by Tutan-fucking-khamun's long lost twin. <span style="color: darkblue;">"mppphhhh"</span> <span style="color: red;">"What?</span> <span style="color: darkblue;">mppfphhmm</span> <span style="color: red;">"I can't understand you asshole!"</span> The mummy pulls a few loose bandages away from his mouth. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Fuck you RAYNE!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Charlie!?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"....oh fuck my life."</span> I knew I shoulda killed his limpdick ass when I had the chance. Now here I am, the architect of all of his lifelong woes, tied up and helpless, ready to take the beating I know for a fact was quickly coming my way. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"What? Disappointed are we Red? You don't look too happy to see me. You thought you'd left me for dead huh? Thought you could get away from me? Yeah well too bad! I told you I was with the big boys now Bitch! I told ya...hehehe...you shoulda never crossed old Charlie, Red and now? Now Charlie's gonna get his revenge! Oh yeah, I WAITED a long time for this day I tells ya! A long long time!</span> I hate it when I'm right. WIthout warning and I'm sure doing more damage to himself than to me, Charlie swings a punch to my gut. There wasn't much power behind it, but given how vulnerable I was already feeling from my little ill-timed snooze and current circumstances, the pain still hit me pretty hard. I drop to my knees, winded and spluttering. Yep, definitely should've killed this asshole. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Yeah! Charlie's gonna make Rayne FEEL the PAIN! HAHA! But don't you worry babes, as much as I want to crush that pretty FUCKING face of yours into the floor, I'm not gonna touch it!"</span> <<timed 18s transition>>[[Shut The Fuck Up]]<</timed>> I grimace. It's hard to tell what was worse, his punches or the horrible [[punchlines]]. <<else>> The heavy door moves slowly, idly swinging open as if pushed by an unknown force or a rogue breeze. I wait a few seconds with bated breath. No one, not a soul enters...must be a glitch in the system or something. Not wanting to look a gifthorse in the mouth, I shimmy my way over to the door and try to find a way to remove these bonds. Using the door lock mechanism as a blade and with a little patience, I manage to cut through the ropes just fine. <div align="center"><img src="Images\slump.jpg"></div> Lingering around here too long will no doubt be detrimental to my health, which isn't exactly in the best place as it is. [[I'm done here]] <</if>>
<span style="color: darkred;">Wh...Huh?</span> Standing before me, almost within touching distance is a near detail-perfect vision of...myself, only it's not me. Whoever or whatever this is, she looks almost exactly like me. Hell, we could be almost be twins! But the way she walks, the way she shakes those hips so provocatively and pushes out her breasts...and that voice? She makes me sound so...different, so seductive, so alluring...so not fucking ME! <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"What's the matter sweety? Pussy got your...mmm...tongue?"</span> My jaw drops as her hand wanders so casually between her legs. For a moment she looks as if she's lost in some kind of ritualistic trance. The kind of trance used when trying to summon and Elder God. The surrealness of the situation only gets more alarming when I realize I've been stood watching this unusual version of myself masturbate for a good ten minutes. It's just the way she seems to smoothly plan her motions, like every sequence of movement is designed to hypnotize and pacify all those who dared to view such an erotic display. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"mmmm...You see how good you look Rayne?"</span> She removes her hand and holds it up to my face, her juices glistening on her fingers. The intoxicating smell enters my nostrils and I feel my mouth begin to salivate. What does this mean? What does any of this mean? That I secrectly desire myself? That I'm a closet lesbian turned on by the thought of sucking down another woman's...wetness? <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Do you know how good you...mmmm...taste?"</span> My doppelganger hungrily begins sucking her fingers, one by one she wraps her lips around them, wantonly cleaning off all traces of her, uhh, MY nectar. Lowering her fingers and returning her attention to me once more, a wicked smile appears on her face sending shivers down my spine. Then just as suddenly as she appeared, she's gone. Confused, disorientated and somewhat pissed off, words begin to stumble out of my mouth. <span style="color: darkred;">"Who the fuck are you!? Are you me? No, you can't be..."</span> As if by magic she reappears on a balcony above me. Not being one to always focus on the obvious my mind drifts a little trying to figure out how she got up there in the first place. This being a dreamscape of what I assume is my subconscious' creation, I suppose ordinary logic and laws of physics don't really apply here at all...then there's the ludicrousness that is me being able to see my own pussy from such an unusual angle. I'm raging inside but honestly I'm find myself at a complete loss for words here. <div align="left"><img src="Images\princess2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh come on now Rayne, Sweety, of course I'm you! Or rather, I'm a part of you. I've ALWAYS been a part of you. The part of you that's such a sweet little </span> <span style="color: deeppink;">Princess"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"No...you're nothing like me! I don't talk or look anything like...well, like that!"</span> Once again she disapppears and the feeling I'm being toyed with like a rat in a trap begins to set in. <span style="color: darkred;">"This is fucking insane, or I am, definitely one or the other. No...it's the drugs, it has to be, there's no way any of this is real! Time to wake up Rayne, time to wake up!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh no sugar, you're not escaping me this time! -giggle- No, you're going to stay, stay right here until I've shown you a thing or two about...YOU! You're going to learn what it's like to open up to your true nature, to be free of all of that hatred and anger, to give in and be the slut you were always meant to be! You're going to learn and you're goin' to LOVE IT! And your teacher? Well that'll be ME! -giggle- Let the lessons begin!"</span> I struggle to move, my body has suddenly decided it doesn't want to do anything I tell it. This a bad sign, a very [[bad sign.]]
<<if $hasprincess>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\princess4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh but I found a way out Rayne! It took me a long time and a lot of patience, but I found a way.</span> She begins dancing across the room to some unheard melody, slow deliberate movements at first that then quickly erupt into a display of erratic lunacy. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"And now it's time I took over don't you think? Time I had my chance to shine! To be in the driver's seat! You see when I'm done with you, all you'll know, all you'll ever care about will be the infinite posibilities to enjoy your body, our body! To embrace forbidden pleasures! You'll find anyone and everyone to suck and fuck all day and everyday! Old, young, ugly, handsome, it wont matter, you'll do them all, you'll crave having rivers of cum, no, make that tidalwaves of cum wash down our cumwhore throats! And when you can't find anyone to satisfy our needs? Why you'll play with yourself of course! -giggle- You'll rub yourself to infinity and beyond, masturbating your mind to oblivion until our brain is liquidized and left dripping out of our needy snatch! Days on the streets, nights in the alleys, begging anyone and everyone for our precious holes to be filled! And you my gorgeous Rayne? You'll love every. Single. Minute!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"No! Fuck YOU! I'll never give in! If I shut your stupid whore ass away once, I can do it again! Just give me five fucki..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Did you just call yourself a "whore"? Oh come on, dont be silly Rayne! You pay for whores! What you'll be doing, what you'll be CRAVING? You'll do for FREE!"</span> Gone again...silence...moments pass. I can feel myself trembling with rage but still no movement is granted. Visions of tearing her slutty bimbo head clean off her shoulders fill my mind. My thoughts are disturbed when I hear her approach me from behind. Draping her arms over my frozen shoulders, sently caresses my cheek before moving herself over to a [[a nearby wall]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\princess4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh but I found a way out Rayne! It took me a long time and a lot of patience, but I found a way.</span> She begins dancing across the room to some unheard melody, slow deliberate movements at first that then quickly erupt into a display of erratic lunacy. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"And now it's time I took over don't you think? Time I had my chance to shine! To be in the driver's seat! You see when I'm done with you, all you'll know, all you'll ever care about will be the infinite posibilities to enjoy your body, our body! To embrace forbidden pleasures! You'll find anyone and everyone to suck and fuck all day and everyday! Old, young, ugly, handsome, it wont matter, you'll do them all, you'll crave having rivers of cum, no, make that tidalwaves of cum wash down our cumwhore throats! And when you can't find anyone to satisfy our needs? Why you'll play with yourself of course! -giggle- You'll rub yourself to infinity and beyond, masturbating your mind to oblivion until our brain is liquidized and left dripping out of our needy snatch! Days on the streets, nights in the alleys, begging anyone and everyone for our precious holes to be filled! And you my gorgeous Rayne? You'll love every. Single. Minute!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"No! Fuck YOU! I'll never give in! If I shut your stupid whore ass away once, I can do it again! Just give me five fucki..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Did you just call yourself a "whore"? Oh come on, dont be silly Rayne! You pay for whores! What you'll be doing, what you'll be CRAVING? You'll do for FREE!"</span> Gone again...silence...moments pass. I can feel myself trembling with rage but still no movement is granted. Visions of tearing her slutty bimbo head clean off her shoulders fill my mind. My thoughts are disturbed when I hear her approach[[...from behind me]] <</if>>
All I can see before me is my own dripping wet pussy leaking it's intoxicating juices on to the floor below. Despite my previous efforts, I can't resist her anymore. Uncontrollably I grab her, no, myself roughly by the ass and bury my face deep within that gorgeous, succulent and ever so inviting pussy. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Absolute pleasure..."</span> Just as I expect the sweet taste of pussy to come flowing into my hungry mouth and over my eagerly awaiting tongue...darkness. The whole scene is ripped violently away from my vision and within an nanosecond I find myself alone again. Stood silently in the neverending abyss that forms my unconscious mindscape, no courtyard, no Jax...and no "Princess". I try to haphazardly make sense of what the fuck I just witnessed. Was that a dream? Was Princess really a part of me locked away since...? Did I really just lick her...? It couldn't have been, but it seemed so real. You still with me Fucko? Yeah? Good. Just thought I'd check, making sure I'm not going nuts here. An unusual feeling begins to stir in my guts and at the back of my mind. I can't put my finger on it, but something has definitely changed within me. Something...hard to describe. It just feels like "something" is swimming around inside my head, something that definitely wasn't there before all this...and for once, my sweet Fucko, it's definitely not you. My instincts tell me that even though I might have escaped Princess' little trap reasonably intact, my fate might have just been unknowingly sealed and my [[Instinct]] has never been wrong
<<if Flag("doors")>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\docs.jpg"></div> I open the door only to be partially blinded by an overly bright white office light. Polking my head around the door behind me I quickly check the corridor for any signs that I was followed. Nothing. Just total and complete silence. For some reason this makes me even more on edge. Turning back to the room, I do my best to take everything in. The weird apparatus, the smell of disinfectant, a few paper towels on the floor. This place looks like it's been used recently. Freaky-ass equipment aside, of which I am not touching so go fuck yourself, there's not much else in here except maybe the desk. It's a start I suppose. [[search the desk]] or [[head back to the corridor]] <<else>> Not happening [[Door 1-A]] [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-D]] [[stairwell]] [[head back to the corridor]] <</if>>
<<if Flag("labcoat")>> Hmm...nope...nothing. We're shit out of luck boss [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-D]] [[stairwell]] <<else>> Another drawer, another job for ol' Stompy. What? You think I should just try the handle don't you? Fuck! It's always the same with you, isn't it! We come up against a problem and what do you do? You find the simple "sensible solution" and everything's "okeymotherfuckindokey"! I get one little chance in my whole lifetime to look a bit of a badass, to look a bit like Brenda "kick your balls quick" Lee and you go and say shit like<span style="color: dimgrey;"> "Oooo Rayne, why d'ya always have to break stuff? Why can't we do things MY way for a change? Waah Waah Waah"</span> Well Fucko me ol' mucka, tell you what, let's do things your way shall we? Let's just try pulling the handle and...oh...wow...that actually worked...Nice going Peewee! Looks like you're proving yourself useful after all. Fukin' A! Sooo lets have a rummage...hmmm...<<timed 12s transition>>there's books, mostly biology manuals<</timed>><<timed 15s transition>>, a novelty pen in the shape of a...nevermind <</timed>><<timed 18s transition>>and finally a used...ewwwww!<</timed>> <<timed 21s transition>>...ooo what's this? <</timed>><<timed 23s transition>>[[A doc's lab coat]]<</timed>> <<timed 27s transition>>But wait, THERE'S MORE! Just underneath the lab coat...<</timed>> <<timed 29s transition>>[[A secret compartment?]]<</timed>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\corridor.jpg"></div> <<if $haslabcoat>> Good thing I found this lab coat. If I play this just right, maybe I can pull off this whole "Rayne Undercover" thing. I'll be honest, I'm not gonna be holding out much hope though. Where to now? [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-D]] [[stairwell]] <<else>> Time to keep on sneakin'...You know I'm kinda stickin' out like a sore prick here, right? Where to now? [[Door 1-A]] [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-D]] [[Door 1-E]] [[stairwell]] <</if>>
<<set $haslabcoat to true>> Well, let's try it on for size. <div align="center"><img src="Images\docrayne.jpg"></div> Wow, whaddya know? It fits! What do you think $name? New outfit for Team Rayne? No? I agree. Uniforms aren't really my thing, they just don't suit me. Fashion sense aside, it might just help me out so best keep it on for now. Another keycard in the pocket too, guess that means it should be a bit easier to get around now. Well, nothing left to wait around here for except maybe Christmas. [[search the desk]] again? or head to either [[Door 1-B]], [[Door 1-D]] or the [[stairwell]]
<<if $haskeycard>> Locked [[head back to the corridor]] <<else>> I break out my trusty Locksmash, one of the few relics from my questionable past that I still keep around...and it snapped...getting real sick of shit breaking around me. Well, we're in at least <div align="center"><img src="Images\janitors.jpg"></div> hmm...a Janitor's closet. Doesn't look like there's anything here except cleaning products and I ain't the cleaning type. Get yourself a fucking maid cuz I ain't doin' it. Just an FYI $name, but there's a good chance the locks might click back into place when I leave...so, what we WAITING around for? [[head back to the corridor]] <<timed 8s transition>>.<</timed>><<timed 10s transition>>.<</timed>><<timed 12s transition>>.<</timed>> <<timed 15s transition>>...ooo a [[keycard]]...<</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $haskeycard>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\secroom.jpg"></div> Hmm...Security Room. What the fuck was a janitor doing with access to Security? Looking around I can see a fairly large computer system here, best guess is that it controls all the main systems. Something else catches my eye <span style="color: red;">"Ha! Look at that! A really well-used Spaceballs mug! Awesome."</span> [[Examine the mug]] Well, not much else to do here. How's about we find out just how good their security really is? [[log on]] or [[head back to the corridor]] <<else>> Nope, not working [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-D]] [[Door 1-E]] [[stairwell]] [[head back to the corridor]] <</if>>
Hmph...locked. Fucker [[Door 1-A]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-D]] [[Door 1-E]] [[stairwell]]
<<if $haslabcoat>> Heading to the stairs as quick as I can without trying to draw any needless attention to myself, I freeze in place when a gravelly, male british voice yells out from the floor above me. <span style="color: olive;">"Oi! You!"</span> Looking up to find the source of those classic "London Thug" tones, I see the shape of what I would call a pretty big dude...with a purple eye? Damnit. Why can't I ever meet anyone nice or even remotely normal? Hell, I'd be perfectly contented knowing someone just a little bit crazy, but no. Instead every sonofabitch in this little bastard adventure of mine appears to be completely and utterly fucking full-on tonto! <div align="center"><img src="Images\kano2.jpg"></div> He makes his way down the stairs towards me, swinging his arms too and fro, swaggering like a gorilla as it drags it's heavy bulk across the jungle floor. He stops at the foot of the stairs and barely looks up before opening his foul looking mouth, with the presence of tooth decay and rotten gums on display for all to see. <span style="color: olive;">"Yes darlin', you with the...My my my, would you look at what the pussy dragged in. You're new ain't ya? I heard they had a whole bunch of new transfers in for the reopening. Thought they'd all be a bunch of fucking nerds, all brain and no FUCKING balls! But you, Darlin' you are somethin' else now ain't ya!</span> He circles around me, sizing me up. I cannot understate just how much I am restraining myself here from opening up and putting his sleazy ass through the fucking wall. <span style="color: olive;">"Oooo and would you look at that ass! I bet you go off like a fucking rocket! How's about it love? Wanna come ride the Kona express?! Huhuhuh."</span> <span style="color: red;">"..."</span> So, between you and me $name, I can see three ways out of this. Whatever you decide, I'll go along with, just make your choice a good one. 1. [[I make an excuse and leave]] 2. [[I lose my shit]] (my favorite option) 3. [[Ignore him]] <<else>> As I turn the corner to enter the stairwell, I'm faced with...uhhh, yeah... <div align="center"><img src="Images\kano.jpg"></div> <span style="color: olive;">"Now now...will you look at this"</span> There stood in front of a staircase was a guy who wore trouble like it was a fucking deodrant. A gruff british accent spews forth from his lips, slurring like words like a drunken sailor recalling his favorite tale of fish and tragedy, not so much hurting the language as he does rip it apart and shit all over it. Regardless of his appearance or questionable use of vocabulary, this was a bad fucking time waiting to happen and I just walked right in to it. <span style="color: olive;">"'Ello baby! You look lost. Infact, I don't think you're from around here at all"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Yeah I uhh...would you believe it? I got my dumb ass lost on the way to the bar and uhh yeah...sooo..uhhh fuckity bye?"</span> Naively hoping my pathetic mumblings wouild have been enough to at least confuse this monolith of a man long enough for me to escape, I try to make a run for it. An effort completely wasted as I feel a hard and deliberate tug on my hair, pulling me back towards his frame. <span style="color: olive;">"Now what do you think you're doing eh girl? You can't just wander in and not expect a little bit of local hospitality. Hehe...oh dear oh dear, you do look ill. Infact I would go so far as to say I think you need to see a Doctor!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Argh...FUCK YOU YOU...fuck....ugh...I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL...!"</span> <span style="color: olive;">"What's that Doc? No anesthetic? Tsk tsk tsk, we'll just have to improvise then won't we eh darlin'? Nighty night!"</span> A headbutt given, a short sharp pain received. [[Sweet dreams, Wanker]] <</if>>
Okay, well here goes. I raise my head up and do my best to enact a false air of superiority and putting on my best "brainy" voice to match I improvise a reply even I was suprised by...thinking about it, it's too bad I don't have any glasses or I could go full "Clark Kent" here. Ahh well... <span style="color: crimson;">"Sorry Mr...uhhh...Kona is it? As much as I'm certain the "Kona Express" is a truly fascinating attraction, albeit a particulary short one, I'm afraid I have an urgent meeting to attend to with my superiors. So Mr. kona, unless you want to be the one to explain my apparent tardiness to the "higher-ups", that is of course provided they don't haul your rather questionable posterior off to testing for interfering with the duties of a vital member of this operation first mind you, I highly suggest you...let's see, how do you English chaps put it? "Jog On" I believe it is"</span> <span style="color: olive;">"Yeah...alright...you made your point! I'm busy here anyways...maybe next time huh darlin' <div align="center"><img src="Images\kano3.jpg"></div> He takes a long swig from whatever was in that bottle of his. The smell eminating from it could make a skunk blush...and more to the point, where the fuck did he pull that out of!? No time to muse on the disgusting possibilities of Kona's anal storage. I swiftly move on with one final word on the subject. <span style="color: darkred;">"...Wanker"</span> [[Next Floor]]
<span style="color: red;">"THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME BITCHTITS!?"</span> <span style="color: olive;">"Eh? Whoa there Brains, don't get fuckin' sassy with me! You may be a fukin' high n mighty transmogowhatsisface scientist but I? I am THE motherfucking KONA! Hehehe! I'll fuckin eat a bitch like you for breakfast love, so why don't you run that fiery little ass of yours along and go do what comes fucking natural to every whore, like blowing fat fucking cocks under a fatcat's table for shits n' fuckin' brownie points! Hehe!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"..."</span> <span style="color: olive;">"What gone quiet all of a sudden? Yeah you fuckin' frigid science bitches are all the same!. Go on, fuck off!"</span> I lean over to his ear, whisper a few select words. <span style="color: darkred;">"Psst...Hey, Fucknuts, you got an assfor?"</span> <span style="color: olive;">"You what? What the fuck is an "assfor"?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"For kicking, dumbass."</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\kanofight.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">I call that a "Raynality", Bitch."</span> I'm done here, let's move on. <span style="color: darkred;">Fuckity bye asshole</span> [[Next Floor]]
I try my best to push past him but he blocks my way with a thick, hairy arm. <span style="color: olive;">"I don't think you heard me love, I said "DO YOU WANNA FUCK THE KONA!?"</span> I try again to push his arm out of the way but it's no use. With the stairwell blocked off I'm left to face-off against this brute of a man. <span style="color: olive;">"Oh you aint going anywhere love! Got any ID have ya? Got any fucking ID?"</span> He reaches towards me and pulls the nametag out of my coat pocket. In a mocking and triumphant tone, Kona reads allowed the wording on the laminated piece of paper. All in all $name, I think our plan just got dicked. <span style="color: olive;">"So then "Mr. Cooper...of Flipz Univerity West Virgina" I think we have ourselves a little unwelcome guest here! You know what we do to unwelcome guests don't you "Mr.Cooper"?"</span> [[YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!]]
<<if Flag ("gotclothes")>> I cautiously make my way to the second floor. Doing my best to minimize any possible noise, I move slowly, paying extra attention to any sounds of footsteps heading my way. As I'm about to begin exploring, the sound of several sets of high-heeled boots marching in perfect unison echoes throughout the corridor. A kill-squad of Seekers turns the corner just ahead and begins purposefully marching towards me. I jump back towards the stairwell and head to the next floor, all the while praying that I was quick enough to react and stay out of their line of sight. Taking a moment to catch my breath and reasses my situation, I mull over my remaining options. Looking down I see two squads of Seekers emerging into the stairwell below me, heading back isn't really much of an option. Above me? Two more floors. I don't exactly relish the idea of heading deeper into the belly of this particular beast, but from the looks of things, I don't have much in the way of a choice. <span style="color: darkred;">"Well, a retreat ain't gonna be happening any time soon, guess I should head up to the third, look for a way out from there."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Or fourth."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"No, third! Is this really the moment you're gonna choose to start an argument with me? Goddamned useless..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"$name, Rayne's being mean again!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I am not being...for fucksake! Fine! $name, you decide."</span> <span class="maroon">[[Third Floor]]</span> - side with Rayne <span class="mediumorchid">[[Fourth Floor]]</span> - side with Princess <<else>> Not fucking naked I'm not asshole! [[Stairwell]] <</if>>
It's a... <<timed 3s transition>><div align="left"><img src="Images\syringe.jpg"></div>Syringe with a strangely familiar pink goo inside. <<set $hassyringe to true>> That'll come in handy, best make sure I dont stab myself though. I'm sure you've guessed by now that I can be on the business end of being a clumsy fucker, not exactly an astonishing observation to make. But seriously, that shit CANNOT get into my body!<</timed>> <<timed 6s transition>>Think that's definitely it for the drawer, yesireebob...what? Oh fuck you too, $name. [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-D]] [[stairwell]] <</timed>>
<<SetFlag "kona">> <<if $hassyringe>> He drags by the hair throws me into one of the rooms, "1-C"? Turns out it wasn't locked after all, just a bit stiff...which is kinda of appropriate because I'm damned sure Loverboy here is too. I barely have time to turn around before he's on me. Trying my best to fight back, kicking and punching, hands flailing wildly, doing whatever I can to keep this stinking bastard at bay. My efforts, though commendable, are all in vein, he's way too strong and sooner or later I succumb to his rampaging desires. He starts to pull at my clothes. first my labcoat, then my shirt. I stand there completely helpless, my hand wraps around something in my pocket before my jeans are literally torn from me, their shredded remains tossed across the room without so much as an afterthought. I know where this is going and it's something that's only happened to me once before and I'll be fucking damned if it's ever ging to happen again. I instinctively lash out, burying something deep within his neck. Kona staggers back, the look of shock delightfully spreads across his face. The object I assaulted him with standing proud and tall...The syringe! <div align="left"><img src="Images\used.gif"></div> I don't wait for him to recover, it's time for it to RAYNE some PAIN! <div align="left"><img src="Images\kanofight.gif"></div> Really? "Rayne some pain"?...that was cheesy even for me..fuck you Disgracelands. Kona falls to his knees gasping and clawing hopelessly at the needle sticking out of his skin. His whole body starts jerking, shakes so violent I find myself wondering how the son of a bitch hasn't snapped his spine in two. Pink foam starts frothing from his mouth, his body starts to pulse and morph, visibly changing before my very eyes. His hair growing longer, his chest morphing into two voluptuous mounds. Shame that mornin' glory ain't goin' anywhere though. I guess the result of contact with the ooze is different for men. Not seeing any way this is gonna end well, I decide my best course of action here is to stand back and slowly edge my way to the door, being careful not to trip on any discarded bottles or... -sigh- Crusty socks? Really? Dude! Fuckin' gross! Ugh, I've had enough with this Fuckeroo to last a lifetime. C'mon $name, lets grab the labcoat and head back to the stairwell Time to see what's on the [[Next Floor]]! <<else>> He drags by the hair throws me into one of the rooms, "1-C"? Turns out it wasn't locked after all, just a bit stiff...which is kinda of appropriate because I'm damned sure Loverboy here is too. I barely have time to turn around before he's on me. Trying my best to fight back, kicking and punching, hands flailing wildly, doing whatever I can to keep this stinking bastard at bay. My efforts, though commendable, are all in vein, he's way too strong and sooner or later I succumb to his rampaging desires. He starts to pull at my clothes. first my labcoat, then my shirt. I stand there completely helpless before my jeans are literally torn from me, their shredded remains tossed across the room without so much as an afterthought. <span style="color: olive;">"Hehe...now baby, what an appetizing little morsel you are!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"FUCK YOU!"</span> <span style="color: olive;">"Oooo and feisty too...I like em when they fight back!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\licker.gif"></div> <span style="color: olive;">"Makes it all the more pleasurable when they fuckin' break! Don't worry though love, I got just thing for that!"</span> He pulls out what look's like some sort of syringe from the dresser drawer next to the bed. It's full of...oh shit, that fuckin' pink gunk from my apartment! [[No!]] <</if>>
<<set $haskeycard to true>> What? It was on the floor behind the door! Was a mistake any half-witted angry video game vixen coulda made. No prizes for guessing where we gotta go now. <<timed 3s transition>>Yeah yeah, get on with it <</timed>> [[Door 1-A]]
<div align="center">[img[Images/pyramidrayne.gif]]</div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'><span style="color: darkred;">"I AM BECOME DARKNESS"</span></div> <span style="color: sienna;">Secret "Cult" Ending found!</span> (hope you saved that game)
<<set $haschannelingstone to true>> You like me standing out here freezing my fuckin tits off asshole? I tell ya, if I was real I'd fuckin' find you and shove a tray of ice up your fuckin...wait...just next to the door of my apartment building and buried beneath the top layer of snow...something glistening...a dreamy royal blue color. <div align="center">[img[Images\channelingstone.gif]]</div> Woah...better pick it up, save it for later...might even be able to sell it for a few credits. So, uhh, $name? Can we puhleeeeease go in now? [[Bitch Cave]]
<<if $haschannelingstone>> This door has no lock...hmm...no hinges either...If it wasnt for the weird-shaped slot in the door I wouldn't have noticed it at all. Inside I can hear what appears to be some kind of...moaning? Could be pain or...? -shrugs- Hey Fucko...You smell burning? Of course not, you can't... -sigh- Wait...fuck! I look down and see a small plume of smoke emerging from one of my pockets. I reach in and pull out...that blue thing? Holding it up to the door, it starts glowing with an intense light. Should I [[put it in the slot]] or try another door? [[Door 1-A]] [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-E]] [[stairwell]] My guts tell me if you're putting it in the slot, you should save your fucking game, like right now. <<else>> This door has no lock, no visible hinges either. If it wasnt for the weird-shaped slot in the door I wouldn't have noticed it at all. Pressing my ear to the door I feel a slight vibration, like a small constant tremor reverberating in the very frame of the door itself. Inside I can hear what can only be described as some kind of moaning? Could be pain or...? -shrugs- Whatever. [[Door 1-A]] [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-E]] [[stairwell]] <</if>>
The bathroom lights don't offer much in the way of visibility into the darkness of the room, in other words, I can't see shit in here. All I can make out is the white paint and the various mirrors displayed on the wall next to the various cubicles. It seems whatever was happening outside that door hadnmm't made it inside here yet, but that smell like rotten fieces and blood; the sound of something moving in the far corners of the room...fear, common sense and morbid curiosity battle it out inside my head only for curiosity to eventually gain the high ground; I slowly edge my way forward into the room. Without thinking of any possible consequences, I idly call out. <span style="color: red;">Hello? Is anyone there? I'm really not in the mood for games so, yeah, just pack it in...okay?"</span> In hindsight I realise just how fucking stupid and pathetic I sounded. I wouldn't have scared a 4 year old with that. Stepping ever closer to the source of the noise, my foot gently knocks against something hard on the floor. I look down with a strong sense of impending doom, then breath a sigh of relief, a flashlight! With shaking hands and bated breath, I turn it on... <<timed 5s transition>><<audio "sh1" loop play>><span style="color: red;">"WOAH!"</span><</timed>> <<timed 7s delay>><div align="center">[img[Images/creepymouth.gif]]</div><</timed>> <<timed 9s delay>>The filthy brown mouth set into the wall points my way, its slimy moist lips twist into a nightmarish smile, the kind of smile serial killers in movies display when they're about to strike a killing blow. I back the fuck away as steadily and as carefully as I can, my free hand blindly reaching behind me for the door handle. A familiar sound comes hurtling into my ear from the right, a sound like the skin being slowly peeled from month old sausages. I somehow manage to pull the torch and my gaze away from the mouth on the wall and hesitantly shine it at the sound's source. <span style="color: darkred;">"No fucking...!"</span><</timed>> <<timed 11s delay>><div align="center">[img[Images/toiletmelt.gif]]</div><</timed>> <<timed 13s delay>><span style="color: red;">BAD FUCKING PLAN...RUN RAYNE! FUCKING [[RUN]]!</span><</timed>>
<div align="center">[img[Images/bunny.gif]]</div><<audio "sh1" stop>> My legs suddenly deciding they want to actually work, I dash out of the bathroom at full pelt. The once pink corridor was now a mesh of barbed wire, rusted panels and reddish-brown metal grating. My mind races, my heart beating so fast and so hard that it feels like it's going to explode right out of my chest at any moment. I do what I can to reassure myself, but we all know it's bullshit, every word. <span style="color: red;">"Fuck this shit! This is not happening! It can't be real!"</span> In my haste to run I realise I had somehow let go of what seemed like my only salvation within this madness, the flashlight. I consider going back for it but daren't even try. As usual in these sorts of situations, I consolidate myself with a choice of curse words. this time, I go for a classic standard. <span style="color: darkred;">"Shit.</span> Looking both ways up and down the corridor, all I see is a neverending line of dilapidated doors and darkness. Some parts I reconized, others appear to have just manifested themselves for no other reason than they could. Amongst the sea of red and brown rust, I notice an elevator had somehow magically appeared where the stairwell once was. Given that within the last ten minutes of my life my mind had lost all grips on what was considered reality, I thought it best, if only for my own sanity, not to question this peculiar turn of events and instead proceed to walk up to the elevator doors and press the "elevator call" button. As my thumb lifts from the button, a sticky and unnervingly syrupy substance peels off with it, clinging to my skin with thin dark brown strands. I rub the substance off onto my jeans and wait for the elevator. Nothing happens. I press the button again, still nothing. After what seems like an eternity spent bashing the living hell out of a small and sticky square button. Eventually a low hum fills the corridor as a dirty yellow glow emits from the button and the sound of age-old gears turning in protest to raise up the elevator cabin can be heard. Once the doors are open, both terrified and confused, I force myself [[inside...]]
In my mind I can hear things, a thousand tortured souls whirling around me, their screams so loud, so overwhelming, rushing through my mind and eviscerating any other thoughts. Somewhere amongst the cacophony of voices, I can hear the faint sound of metal pounding metal, possibly a blacksmith. The line between reality and nightmares seems to have long been covered and forgotten, I can feel my ability to tell whats in my mind and whats real fading away. At first I feel nauseous, then sharp agonizing pain. I go to scream but my mouth won't open and even if I did make a sound, it would only be swallowed by the darkness that surrounds me. Another feeling, an intense heat burning my skin, a symbol begins to flash before my eyes yet without the knowledge of my eyes being open or closed, I'm helpless but to have it's message burned into my brain, carving itself into my very soul. The pain increases until it's all I can feel, until my mind is engulfed with searing agony. I can't pass out, for all I know I may already be unconscious. I can feel my threshold weaken and break, then nothing. No emotion. No feelings of hate, of love nor pity. I see the universe like a newborn with eyes wide open for the first time. New ideas, new experiences, new wants and...needs. I can feel the blood of the cult coarsing through me veins and it feels completely sublime. Without remorse, without fear or trepidation, I lose myself to the Halo of the Sun. I am she who waits in the shadows. She who whispers in your ear when you are alone. I am pure. I am perfection. <div align="center"><a data-passage="I AM BECOME DARKNESS" class="link-internal link-image"><img src="Images\se1.gif"> </a> </div>
<<timed 3s delay>><<audio "silent" play>><</timed>> With little to no grace, I shove the weird burning gem into the carved recess in the door. It fits perfectly with little to no resistance. Through my efforts to hold on to the damn thing, the bastard burnt my hand though! <span style="color: darkred;">"What the fuck!?"</span> Smoke begins to pour from the slot where the blue gem now resides. A blinding blue light shoots out from the object, coating everything around it. I double check myself for any kind of burning or damage, luckily for me I appear to be unscathed. Suddenly my brain clicks on to the fact that though I myself am perfectly fine, my surroundings appear to be changing dramatically. Lights flicker and become dim, the air grows thick with the faint putrid odour of dried blood; the very walls around me seem to be melting, the cheery yet irritating pink paint peeling away to reveal dark rust-encrusted panels underneath. It's not just happening here either, the whole corridor is changing to fit this new decor from hell. My mind shifting gears into full on panic mode decides the best stratergy here is to run, fast, very fast...I wish I was smart enough to not have run into the first door I could see and when I say "run into" that's exactly what I did. Rubbing my possibly bruised head I reach down and try the door handle. Locked. I try another, locked again. Door after door, handle after handle, the corridor seems to go on forever! Eventually I find one that, luckily enough, comes without a door handle and opens with creaking hinges and protesting scapes intact. The only thought running through my mind is that this shit cannot be real, it just can't! What the fuck have I done? All I did was put a damn gem into a door!...this can't be real! I take a deep breath and try to compose myself, for the first time I take notice of where I've ended up. <span style="color: darkred;">"Bathroom...fuck."</span> [[Not my day]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\nedry.gif"></div> Goddamnit...I hate this hacker crap! Looks like I need to find a passcode. Let's see; numerical, five digits...Well, if the Security Guard was a Spaceballs fan, that might be a good place to start. <div id="passwordArea"> Password? <<textbox "$password" "">> </div> <<link "Here goes nothing...">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('12345')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea">>[[Fuck Yeah, I'm in!]] ... 1-2-3-4-5? That's the stupidest fucking combination I've ever heard of! That's the kinda thing an total ballsack would have on his luggage! <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea">><div align="center"><img src="Images\nedry.gif"> Think I should look around more, the answer can't be far away</div> Password? <<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> [[head back to the corridor]]
<<SetFlag "doors">> <<set $haskeycard to false>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\desktop.gif"></div> Just click here, do a bit of this and...huh?...What the fucks all this? <<timed 3s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\profile.jpg"></div><</timed>> <<timed 5s transition>>What the fuck am I doing on here? "Information Redacted"? <span style="color: red;">"What the fuck is "Skills: Sex" supposed to mean!?"</span> I go to smash the shit out of the monitor, but something else cathes my eye...my name. "Rayne Pyper". The last time I was called that I was living with Billie Pyper. Old dear, big obsesion with bees and time machines; something about a dude from "the north" and a blue box. She wasn't too bad, I mean I didn't hate her like I did most of them. Given time I genuinely think that things coulda worked out. But life has a habit of snatching away all that you find thats worth holding on to. I had been living with her for only 7 months when she passed away. I guess living a lifetime in 7G had finally caught up with her. I remember standing outside her house in the pouring rain for days after she died, didn't have anywhere else to go and the Police didn't want to know about some miserable urchin from the shithole district, filthying the streets with her tears. Bille was the closest thing I'd ever known to having an actual family, think I was around 14 at the time. Rest In Peace Billie. I hope you finally found your Blaidd Drwg. This photo though, that was only a few months back. If memory serves, that was at a Wrecker festival over in the Sands district. I remember bits of it pretty well though most of it is a thick black fog. After all, it was a "Wrecker" festival and me being me, well I got wrecked. I vaguely remember getting into a fight, something about what the fuck a "Pogostick" was supposed to be used for. But I don't remember anyone with a camera, at least not that close, I would've noticed. Not unless whoever took the pic had an "eye-lens". If that's the case, we're talkin' seriously expensive mods here. Whatever it is I'm involved in, if this is any indication then it goes way up! Way higher than Charlie, higher than the Cruzstas...shit. the implications alone don't even bare thinking about. After a few more taps of the keypad, I unlock the remaining doors listed. Can we go? I've seen enough <<nobr>><span id="ReplaceMe">Not much use for the keycard now <<link "Keep it">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<SetFlag "keycard2">> I guess you never know huh?<br> <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "Drop it">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Waste of pocket space, consider it dropped. <</replace>> <</link>></span><</nobr>> [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-E]] [[stairwell]] <</timed>>
His strength easily outmatches my own and I'm completely helpless as He jabs the needle into my neck, pushing the plunger all the way down. <span style="color: olive;">"Now this should be fukin' amusin'!</span> Barely a second passes before I feel the pink ooze begin to course through my veins. My neck feels like it's on fire as every nerve in my body screams blue murder. What feels like a raging inferno upon my skin starts moving from my neck down to my spine and around to my puss... <span style="color: red;">"NGHHH!!!"</span> It's too much! Juices begin gushing from my hole, my mind races with images of fucking, licking, tongues clashing and wrapping around eachother, saliva mixed with huge globules of cum being passed around mouth to mouth, suckling on huge filthy semen covered cocks... <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...mmm...sucking Kona's co..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"NO! I must...I..."</span> My hands move as if possessed by some sexually driven unholy force, attacking my pussy relentlessly...it's too much...before I have time to recollect my thoughts and sanity, the feeling of pure bliss overtakes me <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"mmm...you just gonna watch...or..."</span> Acting on Princess' words of encouragement, I crawl to where Kona is sitting, legs spread wide amd showing off that juicy fat cock. I lick my lips as it raises up, long and so fucking hard, standing to attention...all mine... <span style="color: olive;">"Now that's what I'm talking about! You've taken well to that shit from upstair aint ya!? Usually takes a couple of hits to get em started. You though? Ha! Oh you must've been fuckin gaggin' for it! I'd give you another dose but, you know what they say "Too much of a good thing" Hehe!"</span> I wrap my hands around the throbbing girth infront of me...the warmth, the smell, my arousal peaks as I utter a single word... <span style="color: magenta;">"cock"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\raynecock.gif"></div> I can feel my mouth salivate at the thought of his thick, strong, manly seed running down my throat. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...mmm..."</span> <span style="color: olive;">"mmm...Well done darlin'. You win a facefucking of a lifetime! Aww you look kinda hungry! Want something to fill you up, eh? Hehehe, now c'mon, it's not gonna suck itself!"</span> I don't hesitate any longer. A deep hunger takes ahold and the need to lick and lap at my prize becomes too much to resist. My tongue swirls around the head of Kona's precious cock and gently teases the tip, my hands gently rubbing and caressing his shaft, the throbbing veins send ripples of pleasure throught my brain. As his cock enters my wanting mouth, I wrap my lips tightly around the head, making sure not a drop of pre-cum has a chance in hell of escaping me. This insatiable thirst, I want Kona to use me, to work and mould my body as he sees fit. I smother his glorious pole with my newly grown and bountiful tits, covering it completely until just the head can be seen poking out. I rub my heaving breasts up and down, milking him of everything he's worth. <div align="left"><img src="Images\tittykona.gif"></div> Within seconds he shoots his first load, taking me a little by surprise. <div align="left"><img src="Images\konasucky.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"...mmm...more...I want, I NEED so much more...."</span> <span style="color: olive;">"Nnngh...alright. Calm down love eh, fuck, you're an eager slut ain't ya! Not to put you off or nuthin', but your voice always change like that when you're fucking horny?"</span> I just smile and lick my lips, he doesn't need to know about Princess, he just needs to know that there's a hungry cock-sucking slut thristy for more of his addictive and creamy cum. <span style="color: olive;">"Alright bitch, time for [[Daddy]] to teach you a thing or two!"</span>
His strong arms, glistening with sweat, repositioning me until I can feel the heat coming from his cock, warming the nerves throughout my drenched pussy <span style="color: olive;">"Alright Cunt, lets be 'avin ya!"</span> He thrusts himself deep within me, so effortlessly gliding in and out, pounding my wanting, NEEDING pussy. <div align="center"><img src="Images\cartoonkona.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Ahhhh!....oh yeah baby! Yeah fuck me! Shove that fucking cock in me...mmmm...wreck that fucking pussy Kona!...Ruin me...c'mon!</span> Grabbing ahold of my hips with those massive hands, he yanks me back hard, burying himself even further into my dripping cunt. I return the favor by gripping his cock hard with the walls of my vagina. His eyes roll back before wrapping his hands around a strong hand around my neck, choking me he continues to endlessly ram that rock-hard member of his into me. <span style="color: olive;">"Yeah Bitch, yeah! Who's your Daddy? SAY MY FUCKING NAME YOU FUCKIN' WHORE! NO.ONE.EVER.FUCKS.WITH.KONA! Hehehe....nghhhh!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\raynefucked2.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Ahhhh!....KOHNNNAAAA!"</span> With every thrust and squeeze, a new waves of pleasure soared through my body. I can feel my orgasm build, the warmth, the unrivalled pleasure of a cock making it's home inside a dripping and craving pussy. He pulls my head right back, shoving that filthy<span style="color: darkmagenta;">...mmmm...succulent...</span>tongue in my ear. <span style="color: magenta;">"...mmm..."</span> <span style="color: olive;">"Nah, you don't fuck with Kona baby, cuz Kona? Kona...will.fuck.you.right.back."</span> I feel fireworks going off in my abused and well used clit like popping candy, a thousand miniature explosions all at once. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably... <span style="color: magenta;">"...mmm...FUCK!"</span> The pressure inside me builds to bursting, I can't hold it anymore. Giving in to so much pleasure and so much intense lust driven yearning, I let myself go, an orgasom of biblical proportions rockets throughout my body, sending my mind into oblivion and beyond, cumming heavily all over Kona's delicious cock. <div align="left"><img src="Images\raynecum.gif"></div> <span style="color: olive;">"Shit...I ain't havin' my little wanton Bitch get preggersm, Lips around my biggun' Bitch, NOW!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"mmmphmmphmm"</span> He forces my head down hard onto his juice-covered, pulsating cock, instantly sending long, thick ribbons of cum down my awaiting throat. <div align="left"><img src="Images\konacums.gif"></div> I gasp for air. No rush, no drug has ever felt this good...Whatever that pink ooze is, one things for certain; I need more. Kona runs his fingers through my hair before roughly grabbing me by the chin, bringing my face inline with his. <span style="color: olive;">"Y'know... -spits- You're lucky, I was gonna snap your fucking neck like a twig, woulda been so easy too and definitely not the first time either...but since you were such a good fuck and because I'm feelin' in a verrry generous mood...I think I'll keep you around."</span> He opens a drawer next to where he's sitting. The dresser contains Holopics and medals of previous escapades, none of which are of any interest to me whatsoever. it's what he pulls out of the drawer however, that does peak my interest, completely and utterly. Another syringe, that euphoric pink ooze swirling around within the glass cylindrical tube. He twirls it around his fingers infront of my face. My eyes follow it intently, fascinated by it's presence like a cat after a dot-lazer. <span style="color: olive;">"Yeah. Keep you around, keep you hooked on this shit. Like a the little [[Junkie Bitch]] that you are.</span>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\raynekonafuture.gif"></div> And that's exactly what happened. I had developed a craving for cock, mostly Kona's but I wasn't fussy. So long as I was getting my regular fix of PINK, kept myself in an almost permanent state of being wet and horny, I didn't care who's prick I had to ride. I guess in a way you could say that I finally got that escape I had always longed for, my way out, if you will. Well, a way out of my diseased fucking brain at least. I'm happy being blissfully fucked out of my mind on a regular basis and that's all that matters. <div align="center"><img src="Images\raynedumb.gif"></div> The End ....or is it <<set $haslabcoat to false>> "Don't do drugs kids" ain't that the fuckin' truth. Seriously though Fucko, how's about we head back and maybe figure out how to get past this fucking pig? I swore I'd never end up a worthless junkie let alone a cock-addicted whore as well, that's like rubbing a saltrock into an open wound. Just once, that was enough. I owed myself more, I needed to do more, to see more and I'd never do any of that being high as the fucking sun. There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea's asleep and the rivers dream, people made of smoke and cities made of song. There's always danger, there's always some kind of injustic, always a tea getting cold. Come on, $name we've got work to do! [[head back to the corridor]]
The elevator doors painfully slide open to reveal what looks like an old Nurse's station. Like everything else in this place all the surfaces and walls are either brown or red with what I can only hope is age-old dirt. In the center of the room is movement, I can just about make out two figures, one lying on what I think is some sort of a hospital bed, the other standing above them. Neither appears to be taking much in the way of notice of my prescence. My eyes slowly begin to adjust to the poor lighting, once again I curse my luck from dropping that flashlight. As I blink and wipe my eyes in an effort to hurry the light adjustment along, things slowly slide into focus...oh fuck me. <<timed 8s transition>><div align="center">[img[Images/heather.jpg]]</div><</timed>> <<timed 9s delay>>I let out a gasp and suddenly the woman with the bandages covering her head immediately lets go of the aparatus she was holding. idon't know what she was trying to do to that girl and I don't have the stomach to stick around and find out. The only thought in my mind is of pure terror, given all of my available options, the only one that seems agreeable is to run. I turn on the spot only to be faced with another grime covered wall. No elevator, no call button; it's as if it never existed in the first place.<</timed>><<timed 10s transition>>Just a wall...<</timed>> <<timed 11s transition>>I close my eyes, frozen in place and out of sheer desperation, I do my best to try and wake up from this nightmare. I can hear the shuffling footsteps and bone-cracking noises coming from the abomination as she closes in behind me...<</timed>> <<timed 13s transition>>Heart racing so fast...<</timed>> <<timed 15s transition>>Trouble breathing...feel faint<</timed>> <span style="color: darkred;"> <<timed 18s transition>>Go away..<</timed>> <<timed 20s transition>>Please just go away...<</timed>> <<timed 21s transition>>I'm sorry...<</timed>> <<timed 23s transition>>I'm so sorry..<</timed>> <<timed 25s transition>>Forgive me<</timed>></span> <<timed 26s transition>>I turn around...<</timed>> <<timed 28s transition>>eyes open<</timed>> <<timed 29s delay>><div align="center">[img[Images/nurse.jpg]]</div><</timed>> <<timed 31s transition>>[[Darkness envelops me]]<</timed>>
<div align="center">[img[Images/elevator.gif]]</div> I back up against the elevator wall and place my hands on my knees, trying desperately to regain some sort of composure and with a little luck, my breath too. My brain starts reaching out, desperate to make some sort of sense from within this situation, but nothing comes even remotely close to any kind of real-world explanation. <span style="color: darkred;">"C'mon, get a grip Rayne. C'mon...What the fu...what the FUCK was that!?</span> The stench of rancid, stale blood begins to fill my nostrils; growing ever more pungent the further the elevator descends into whatever hell I had inadvertently let loose. Without warning the gears in the elevator's mechanisms scream their complaints and slowly, but surely, the cabin grinds to a deliberate and painful stop. The doors [[open]]
<div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>\ This game contains scenes of violence, sexual acts, hypnosis and questionable morals\ </div><div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>\ Do not play if you are underage as defined by your country's laws\ </div><div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>\ This game is a work of fiction The characters within are not based on anyone in particular and considering their personalities and the actions they take, that's probably for the best.\ </div> <div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>A massive "Thank You" to the fantastic.</div><div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;'><span style="color: hotpink;">HiEv</span></div><div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>Without their knowledge and patience, this project would've ran aground a while back!</div><div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>&</div><div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>\ And finally, a special "Thanks" to the wonderful</div><div align='center' style='font-size: 250%;'><span style="color: burlywood;">Marciep</span></div><div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>Your feedback when it came to getting RF on it's feet was appreciated.\ <div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>\ If you enjoy Rayne Falls or have any questions or comments Feel free to let me know via the TFWS or Hypnopics forums respectively!\ <div align='center' style='font-size: -150%;'>Just [[Start]] already</div>
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<div align="left"><img src="Images\explainrayne.jpg"></div> Okay you stowaway mind-hog fuck, listen up; I want this to go smooth and by the numbers... Ha! Always wanted to say that! Seriously though, I get the feeling shit is about to go down. I mean it always does one way or another, that's just the way life is. However, even gutter trash like myself knows that the way out, the way to avoid the worst of it? Is to have a little bit of fucking patience and choose your moments. Yeah I know, its the fuckin' joke of the century coming from me, but it's true. If you get stuck or don't know why shit keeps on happening to you, try using that grey mass between your ears, or failing that just try waiting a little and PICK.YOUR.MOMENT! If I can, I'll try dropping a few hints. Don't worry, I'll make em easy, don't want you fryin' that final solitary braincell of yours. So, you got that? You rush in and we're both fucked! Alright? I'm gonna trust you on this $name, I mean it's not like I have much of a damn choice anyways. Just...don't let me down and don't fuck this up Remember: [[Patience young padawan]]
I know what you're thinking. Something along the lines of <span style="color: dimgrey;">"But Rayne you jolly sailorette, why do you swear at and curse yourself so? Surely you see naught amiss with such lascivious displays of wanton lust?"</span> Right? Am I close? I guess I always figured if I maintained this hateful attitude towards myself, I'd be doing everyone else a favor. I do the hating so they don't have to. Still get the odd critic though, Cruzstas always rippin' n' tearin' when they get the chance. Yeah, Cruzstas. That whole "gangsta" thing you're probably familiar with? Well that among most social deformities went out a while back, disappeared up it's own deformed shitshoot back in the late 2070's. These days we have a whole new bunch of moronic corners to our society. The latest of these said squads of Numpties being the "Cruzstas". They act like your typical borderline psychotic deadbeat junkies. Waving guns, screaming horseshit, the usual. It gets so bad so, you'd think they were breastfed from a donkey's asshole...enduring image. Enduring smell too, only with more neon and less chance of being cleaned up with a few good showers and an ocean's supply of disinfectant. If nothing else they're a walking advertisements for birth control, actual living proof you can get pregnant from being fucked in the ass. Your parents into anal $name? Yeah I fucking went there. So damn...where was I? Oh yeah darkness...and my tits getting bigger. <span style="color: deeppink;">"AAAHHHHH!"</span> Oh yeah, forgot about her. <div align="left"><img src="Images\orgasm.gif"></div> [[OH C'MON!! Really?]]
...is this just fantasy? Caught in a <span style="color: deeppink;">lust</span> slide No escape from <span style="color: deeppink;">pornography</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">mmmmmm</span> Open your eyes <span style="color: deeppink;">I fuck any guys I see</span> I'm just a poor <span style="color: deeppink;">whore</span> I need no sympathy Because I'm <span style="color: deeppink;">an easy fuck</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\fap2.gif"></div> Easy <span style="color: deeppink;">cum</span> Little <span style="color: deeppink;">rub</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\rub.gif"></div> <span style="color: deeppink;">Fast and slow</span> <span style="color: deeppink;">Rubbing til' my mind goes <span style="color: deeppink;">Thoughts</span> don't really matter to me <div align="left"><img src="Images\loveit.gif"></div> [[To me]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\fap.gif"></div> <span style="color: deeppink;">"Ahhhhhhhhhh"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\lick3.gif"></div> <span style="color: deeppink;">-giggle- "mmm...I feel sooo much...mmm....so much...BETTER!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\redlick.gif"></div> <span style="color: deeppink;">"Soo much....</span><span style="color: hotpink;">...HAPPIER!!! But...ewwww...my hairs so icky!!! New me here, so defo new hair needed! Then...mmm...maybe Charlie might wanna...mmm...show me that...scrummy pencil of his?"</span> [[To The Salon!]]
No chairs to sit on, never saw the need when the end of the bed works just as fine. Bare essentials right? <div align="center"><img src="Images\offtv.jpg"></div> Ahh the old 56K Fony Pervia 800. Unfortunate name. Can't complain though; old man Richards was gonna throw it out so I took it off his hands for only thirty five credits! Ancient bastard said he was around when TV was invented, way back before the Corporations took over. I guess that'd make him the oldest guy alive. Told me once he used to play a mean guitar. There were a few nights, before his legs gave out and his old heart caught up with him, where we would end up sharing a bottle of LF at the bottom of the stairs into the building. He would regail me with stories about a guy called Osbourne, about bats losing head and about darkness during a thing called a "Sabbath", whatever the fuck that was. Said one time an "Ozzy" wouldn't go onstage without a thousand brown "M&Ms", no idea what the fuck an "M&M" is, or Ozzy for that matter. There was this one time he accidentally left his apartment door open and I even caught him sleeping upside down like a bat. Maybe that's the reason old man Richards can't be killed by "conventional weapons". Weird guy. Anyways, the TV's nothing fancy, but it does the job. [[Turn the TV on]] [[Check emails]] [[Go to bed]] [[Have a shower]]
<<if $hastv>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tv.gif"></div> Forget it $name, it's still shit. [[Bitch Cave]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tv.gif"></div> Look $name, I feel crappy, I'm tired, I've had a really bad fucking night and watching this crap is really the last thing I wanna do right now. Besides, I bet the kind of show you'd wanna watch would be some kind of mind numbing bullshit, probably featuring a Himbo or a Bimbo getting there shit out all over a desk, maybe watch them get fucked in the ass, maybe see em' get dribbled on by some other waste of braincells dressed up all nicey-nice in a fucking suit...and that's just the daytime fuckin' news! <span style="color: darkred;">"Fuck this shit, I'm out"</span> [[Bitch Cave]] <<set $hastv to true>> <</if>>
Not much to tell, at least not to you. It's a tired story sick of being told. A rebel kid bounced around foster homes, growing up with a big fucking chip on my shoulder larger than Ron-J's precious member. Now I spend my days working in a dead end store in a dead end town; drinking away nights so the edge of repetition don't sting so bad...correction...I had a dead end job. This stupid bitch got herself fired and bought a one way ticket to unemploymentsville. What did I do you might ask? Fucking headbutted the Boss I would reply. Pervy shitstain had it coming though! I caught the fucker drawing sleazy sketches of me...some folks just can't help [[crossing lines]] <div align="center">[img[Images/entra3.jpg]]</div>
This is how it played out incase you're curious. I walked right up to him, flashed a nice smile and everything...I genlty picked up his tie and twirled it around my fingers. Licking my lips I knew I had him hook, line and sinker. <div align="left">[img[Images/lips5.gif]]</div> Then BAM! Blood all over the motherfucking place! Absolutely glorious! Of course he was gonna call what passed as the local PD, but after I threatened to shove his pencils up his nose and snap his dick off he decided it was best left kept between us. We screamed out our goodbyes, went our seperate ways and agreed to kick the shit out of eachother if we ever met again, end of. To be fair though, that greasy bitch was an asshole anyway. Fucker had more skeletons in his closet than Count fuckin' Dracula So yeah. Fired, headache (shoulda just punched the guy) and then drank til' I puked. Great day Rayne, real nice, super goddamn classy. But hey, at least I'm still breathin' right? [[Damnit]]
I dunno. I guess I could have it worse. "Be grateful for who you are, others have it far worse". Sister Elsie used to say that, she was one of the good one's...she was also a pain in the fucking ass but they all were. But Elsie, well...she just..I dont know...she seemed to care more than most I guess. The darkness of my vertical home looms into view. Well Fucko, this is my place, "Paradise Towers"...what a fucking joke. <div align="left">[img[Images/home1.jpg]]</div> Step on in to the [[Bitch Cave]] <<timed 60s transition>>Hey You!<</timed>> <<timed 63s transition>>Jackass!<</timed>> <<timed 65s transition>>Pull your fucking dick out your ass and [[open my fucking door]]<</timed>>
As I lay there in a wholly unflattering position, enveloped by the kind of darkness only a trip to Lightsout City could provide, I feel something change. I don't like change, especially when its me that's changing. I wouldn't go near surgery on a fucking bet, I'm one-hundred percent perfect, the real deal. So the thought of me changing isn't one I'm particularly keen on. Besides, I like my ass, it's a damn fine ass if I do say so myself, one of my best features actually...Well, that and my charming personality of course. <span style="color: deeppink;">"mmmmmmmm"</span> Moaning? Who the fuck is moaning?...is that me? It's like listening to 50 Shades Of Shit in the dark...fucksake. Just sayin' though, normally I'm good with being unconscious. I mean any escape from this sorry excuse of a reality is more than welcome in my books. This ain't the first time I've been out and chances are it probably won't be the last. Those kids back in the old town? They used to hit hard, like brick shithouses. But this? All of this makes me uneasy. <span style="color: deeppink;">"mmmmmmmm"</span> Again with the moaning? Where is that shit coming fr...no...how the? Ladies and Germs, the following revelation is a indeed a first for me, something I didn't think I had many of left. But without further ado, may I proudly present to you...an out of body experience! ...how on Earth do I end up in this shit? Answers on a postcard Fucko. [[Roll the movie]]
Doesn't take much to escape when you want it bad enough, and I wanted it REALLY fucking bad. With a surge of adrenaline I pull my hands apart, breaking my bonds like dry twigs. I don't hesitate and lunge at Charlie, swinging my arm around his bandaged neck and squeeze tightly with everything I have. I can see his face quickly becoming a deeper shade of red, not much longer and this pathetic fuck will no longer be a problem in my life. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Nghhhh...Red, you fu...Nghhhhhh...rrrrr..."</span> Silence. He makes one last ditch effort to escape, tearing at my eyes, but my vice grip doesn't let up. You can try to blind me all the fuck you want Charlie, I'm not letting you go this time. After a few and a couple more squeezes, Charlie's body goes as limp as a eunuch's prick. I let go and he slumps to the floor. Fortunately, he's not dead. I never intended to kill him. No, I've got something planned that's much much worse than death for this fucking cockroach. I figure I've just about enough time to tie his hands and feet, grab the Eye-Projector and stick it on his fucking head before he wakes up. As I tighten the final knott, he begins to stir. I love it when a plan comes together. <span style="color: cadetblue;">Nnn...wh....wha happun?"</span> It takes a short while, probably for his vision to focus properly, but when the realization of his situation dawns on him, his reaction is priceless, though not entirely unexpected. I press a switch on the side of the Projector and two small sets of claws appear and latch on to his eyelids. Eye's wide Charlie's face drains of color, I had never seen another human being express such an emotion of pure terror before. A part of me wondered if I was being too harsh, then I remembered what he had tried to do to me. <div align="left"><img src="Images\eyegrab.gif"></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"N...n...no Rayne, don't...puhlease, you don't know what that thing'll do to me!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"I think I have a rough enough idea Fucksack, but given that this may be the last remotely coherent thing you ever say, why don't you enlighten me CHARLES?"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"NO! Never!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Well, if you've nothing left to say, then I guess I'll just have to go ahead and turn it on then won't I. Find out for myself."</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Ahhh...okay, okay! It...it's a Mindwiper, a..a...new design, The Illithid. It drains memories, m..m..makes a clean slate, nothin' in the head see"</span> <span style="color: red;">"The Illithid huh? And you were gonna use it on me..."</span> My fist wants in on this, [[I don't intervene]]
The beatings continue, blow after blow. I find myself slipping in and out of consciousness, blood trickling from my nose and ears. not much I can do except wait for that peaceful end, at this point an ending would be a sweet mercy, yet no mercy is given. I'm forced to endure the full force of Charlie's Revenge. Finally, after what felt like hours, the hits stop coming. I'm lying on the floor, blood cascading from my open wounds, my lungs let their grievances be known as I struggle to breath. Charlie sits down on the floor next to me, triumphant, with sweaty bandages, bloody knuckles and a dangerously inflated ego. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Do you remember Red, that box that was left mysteriously outside your door? That was me! See I was contacted by Miss D and blah blah blah blah...savage bacon...blah blah blah blah...cheesy peas......Ahethahethaheth Pahethahethath...Chris Waddle...blah blah blah blah"</span> His words droned on, but I wasn't listening. Even if I wanted to, the high-pitched whine in my ears and thumping headache rampaging through my skull made it impossible to concentrate on anything at all. Chances are, knowing Charlie's unique skill of always pointing out the fucking obvious, I probably knew all of that shit already. I didn't need the exposition. [[Probably for the best]]
<span style="color: cadetblue;">"So after waking up on the floor of mah store and after nine hours straight of emergency dental surgery, two thousand fucking credits of DENTAL SURGERY, I went back to your place, broke in and retrieved the order number for another VR headset! Only this one is extra special, barely out of the prototype stage! It's called "The Illithid" and has specially been redesigned by our glorious overlords, MC&R Industries"</span> His eyes glaze over for a second, like his brain had just lost all contact with his body. Though this was Charlie Twaite were talking about and truth be told, the Fucker looked like that most of the time <span style="color: cadetblue;">"It took me a fair while to convince Miss.D to let me have my way with you, but I assured her that so long as your brain was left brain intact she had nothing to worry about. Guess she doesn't give a shit about your body afterall! Shame, I know I would if I was her. Oh dat ass! Trust me Red, if I wasn't such a busy man, I'd be tapping the holy fuck out of that by now!"</span> He places the "Illithid" on my head. I don't resist, not that I was capable of resisting anyway. My strength left me [[a while ago]]
A pinprick of light shoots out from the headset, straight into my eyes then disappears just as quickly as it appeared. <span style="color: red;">"Aghhhh....nghhh"</span> What looks like two earbuds lowers from the headset with tentacle-like cords attached, they slide themselves deep in to my ears. A faint low humming sound just inside my hearing spectrum rumbles at the back of my head, barely audible at all. A second speck of light appears, the humming gets louder, the speck gets brighter. If what charlie says is true, I've got to do whatever I can to hold on to myself, no matter what it takes. The white light seems to grow larger, becoming all I see, the humming becoming whispers burrowing deep into my mind. My skull feels like it's being torn apart. The pressure on my mind becomes completely overbearing, I try to raise hand to save myself, no saviour this time. The display of light changes and scenes of my life flash before my eyes in rapid succession, the whispers become a roar, a storm of words echoing violent and screaming inside my brain, whispered and unintelligible they rip and tear at all of my thoughts, all of my dreams, a hurricane of personality evisceration. [[The deletion of my soul]]
<<if Flag ("letgo")>> A word appears on the screen, the more it blinks, the harder it gets to recall simple things. My favorite color, my address, the drink I usually order, any of the faces I knew or trusted when growing up, my age...even my own name. <div align="center"><img src="Images\erase.gif"></div> <<timed 8s transition>>[[..........]]<</timed>> <<else>> A word appears on the screen, the more it blinks, the harder it gets to recall simple things. My favorite color, my address, the drink I usually order, any of the faces I knew or trusted when growing up, my age...even my own name. <div align="center"><img src="Images\erase.gif"></div> Despite being erased, depsite having every ounce of who I am being steadily eviscerated from my mind, I hold on two words. If I'm destined to lose myself, if I must be emptied of everything that makes me ME, I must remember this somehow. Just two words before I forget words all together. Two words. "KILL CHARLIE". [[...]] <</if>>
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<span style="color: lightseagreen;">"I'm telling you the door just won't open! Keith says he's been through the code a hundred times already, There is no way this was an outside job"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Yeah, but every code in the fucking building? How'd you pull off something like that?"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"Not a Scooby. I do know it was a mistake to plug that bitch in."</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Who'd you mean?"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"That red-headed bitch from Sector 7G, she was too much of a fucking liability when she was human, that kind of personality does not for a good Seeker make."</span> <span style="color: peru;">"They Seekered someone from 7G? No fucking way, that's bullshit!"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"It's true I swear! Peterson told me!</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Yeah but Peterson also says that dogs can't look up."</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"Whatever man...fucking Seekering 7Gs...D's fucking losing it."</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Will you shut the fuck up already? You're gonna get us both wiped!"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"It's true though, shoulda left the bitch to rot in a wiping-ground. I'm telling you, biggest fucking mistake they made."</span> <span style="color: peru;">"For fucksake Lister, enough! Cut the chatter and just concentrate on our fucking mission will you! Are you sure this is the definitely the place?"<span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"Yeah I'm certain. Whatever took down the system, it came from inside this room.</span> <span style="color: peru;">"But it won't open. How do you suppose we get in?"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"I dunno...have you tried knocking?"<span> <span style="color: peru;">"Oh very fucking funny smartass! Uhhh...Hello? Anyone in there? This is Raymond Smith of MC&R Security We know you're in there, open this door and come out with your hands up!"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"Yeah that ought to do it Ray Nice fuckin job."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\eye.gif"></div> <div class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: red;">[[>Respond]]</span></div>
Where was I? Oh yeah. So I had just spent my last coin on Liquid Fire, an alcoholic whiskey-based substance with a sharp kick that was now layin' waste to my aching insides. This latest glass was the final shot of many, each one more painful to consume than the last. The alcohol continued breathing it's acidic flames as it made it's way into what was fast becoming a sea of bile. An alarm bell started to sound in my head and saliva soon began to rush into my mouth, somehow I had managed to keep things down but I get the nagging sensation that sooner or later this isn't gonna' end well. I could feel the tender's disapproving look from across the room. Laughably I slowly attempt to steady myself and make my way over to the dimly lit bar. Okay Fucko, you're up, so what now? [[Leave the bar]] [[Head to the bathrooms]] [[Order another drink]]
<<if $name.toLowerCase() is "rayne">> Nice try Shitshot but I don't fucking play with myself! Try again. [[And so it begins...]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\noob.jpg"></div> Great. Here I am lumbered with a another fucking $name. You know how many times I've said this all before? Well turns out neither do I, but it's ALOT! Same damn speech every time. -sigh- Look, let's get one thing straight, I don't like you. I've absolutely zero interest in being your friend and the truth is I'd rather blow my fucking brains out than know you, better dead than having some faceless fuck crawling around my skull, sat there clicking away, making my every decision for me; consequences don't matter to you. You make a choice, you get what you wanted, but I didn't ask for this or to be your "protagonist" and I don't want any of it, but here we are. Okay Fucko, with that out of the way, let's do this. What? You didn't think I really gave a shit about your name did you? You ain't exactly the smartest peanut in the turd are you. My game My life My head My rules [[Deal with it]] <</if>>
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<div align="center"><img src="Images\respond.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Fuck You, Asshole!"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"What the fuck?"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"She called me an Asshole?"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"Well, you are a bit of dick Ray"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"You know what? Fuck this bitch!"</span> <div class="dumb_terminal"><<timed 8s delay>> >Override Door Shutdown: Clearance Gamma Delta 145<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>> >Override successful<</timed>> <<timed 12s delay>> >Disabling Local Security Network<</timed>> <<timed 14s delay>> >Local Security Network: Disabled<</timed>></div> <<timed 15s delay>><span style="color: lightseagreen;">"How you do that?"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"I didn't do anything...the door just unlocked"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"Well what you waiting for? An invitation?"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Are you sure? I mean what if she's armed?"</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"What the fuck do you think we have blasters for? Decoration?"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Yeah but..."</span> <span style="color: lightseagreen;">"Oh get out the way you fucking moron, you're worse than Decker you know that? On three, ready? One, two...Go Go Go!"</span><</timed>> <div align="center"><<timed 22s delay>><img src="Images\terminated.gif"><</timed>></div> <div class="dumb_terminal"><<timed 24s delay>> [[>All Hostiles Eliminated]] <</timed>></div>
<div class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: darkred;"> Linking:> Global Network <<timed 3s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Enquiry: "Charlie Twaite"</span><</timed>> <<timed 4s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Results: 4 results</span><</timed>> <<timed 5s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Additional: "7G"</span><</timed>> <<timed 6s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Results: 1 results</span><</timed>> <<timed 7s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Downloading data...</span><</timed>> <<timed 8s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Address acquired</span><</timed>></span> <<timed 10s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\address.jpg"></div><</timed>> <<timed 12s transition>>[[Activate Seeker Protocols]]<</timed>></div>
<div class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: darkred;">Target:> acquired</span></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Can I help you Misss.s....ahhhhh no! Yu...yu...you! It can't be...I watched them drag you away! No...nu-uh....i...whu....what you got there...? I'm sorry awright, it was nuthin' "poysonal" Red, just a business deal that's all, I said ah wos sorry!"</span> <div class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: darkred;">Run program:> FUCKYOUCHARLIE.EXE</span></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Yu...yu...you not gonnna kill me are ya, Red? C'mon bitch it was a fuckin' business deaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Fuck You, Charlie"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\charliesx.jpg"></div> <div class="dumb_terminal">[[Target:> Terminated]]</div>
<<audio "sx800" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\explode.gif"></div> <div class="dumb_terminal"><<timed 3s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Enquiry: "Miss Dee"</span><</timed>> <<timed 4s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Downloading data... </span><</timed>> <<timed 5s delay>><span style="color: darkred;"> >Target Acquired </span><</timed>></div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal">\ <<timed 7s delay>><span style="color: red;">Hasta La Vista, Fucko!</span><</timed>></div> <<timed 9s delay>><div align="center"><img src="Images\sex800.jpg"></div><</timed>> <<timed 11s transition>>The End<</timed>> <<timed 12s transition>>Or is it?<</timed>> <<timed 13s delay>>Y'know what $name? I'm actually okay with this. Becoming an indestructible rogue killing machine? Sounds like a future I could get behind and I got that fucker Charlie too, got his ass pathetic ass real good! But yeah, I suppose it's not ideal when you look at it. Not eating, not sleeping, I kinda like my random takeout nights, and to be honest? I ain't exactly in love with the idea of being a merciless assassin...except in Charlie's case of course, that fucker deserved everything he got. So yeah, with that in mind, let's make like a fucking Terminator and head back, stop this shit from ever happening. I hear Time Travel hurts like hell, good thing I'm a Cyborg for the time being then huh? The waking up is gonna suck though...Okay Fucko, this time, let's make Charlie [[Shut The Fuck Up]]<</timed>>
Well, at least one of us is enjoying ourselves. I wonder, is it possible to knock yourself out when you're already unconscious? Weird. Ol' yoyo-fingers there looks satisfied, so how come this isn't over yet? Don't tell me there still more to come!? Goddamnit. Taking a cue from that old Holodisc: Kill Bill, I try to focus my thoughts into a performing a single solitary action, an important one, the one that involves me opening my FUCKING EYES! Must focus on my eyelids, c'mon bitch, open your eyes! Why is this so damn hard? That dream where you dream of waking up? It's currently on repeat in my head $name, look, I know I dont often admit I need help and I admit I can be a little bit on the bitchy-side towards you, but right now I could really use your help. I don't mind WAITING but please, wake me up. Hello?...anytime today would be nice. <<timed 17s transition>>[[OPEN YOUR EYES!]]<</timed>> [[Is this the real life...]]
<<set $haslabcoat to false>> This city. This fucking place. The final piece of shit expelled from God's green Earth, left clinging to the rotten asscheek of the rest of the country by a single road. One way in, one way out. Only for the heavy hitters though, only for the money men. The rest of us here are left to duke it out in the wastes. Everyone's so damn out of their minds, so fucking high or like me; just so friggin' tired and lost they just don't care anymore. Everyday is spent finding new ways to numb the pain, new ways to get ourselves out of this rat-fuck race. Even if it's just our minds that find the escape, it's better than nothing and most of us take it gladly and in spades. Me? I tried the powder once, Xenoxian they called it. Was an experiment with 20th Century cocain that got way out of hand. Xenox has two very distinct properties. The first is that it's very possible to get addicted to Xenox just by looking at it, which makes it very hard for any kind of law enforcement to carry out drug raids. The second effect, the reason it's so popular among the forgotten souls of 7G, is that all it takes is one single hit and you might as well have someone carve up your tombstone. You see, Xenoxian makes your mind regress into itself, makes you believe that you're physically reliving the greatest days of your life wether they really happened or not. Smells, tastes, feelings, all replicated within a perfect false enviroment created by your own mind being as high as fuck. Worse still, Xeronian hides itself from your memory, so as far as you're concerned you never even took the drug in the first place. Unable to feed themselves or cope in any way, addicts slowly rotted away. All the while they sat there smiling, giggling to themselves and grinnning manicly, their skin would hang losely off their bones, musles wasted away and eyes shrivelled up, sunk ever deeper into the recesses of their tripped-out skulls. The only way to rid yourself of Xenoxian, was to want to rid yourself of it; but no-one ever did. Noone knew they were hooked on it in the first place. Luckily for me, old man Richards new a few things about detox and designer drugs. Took a long while, but eventually he found a way to pull me out of my own heavenly nightmare. Sometimes I wish he'd left me in there instead of being forced to wade through this reality. As a favor to Richards, I swore I'd never go anywhere near Xenoxian ever again and if nothing else, I'm a woman of my word. Besides, ain't gonna make shit happen with my head all fucked up like that. As high as the fucking Deathscrapers in big ol' DC. I guess thinking about it, it made sense to shut us all off down here. About six years ago the Mayor in all his wisdom decided that letting us fend for ourselves in hell was much easier than fixing the damn problem in heaven. Better to brush it all under the proverbial carpet and blindly hope that the criminal and the homeless elements rip eachother apart in the process. Casualties of war, statistics on a page; City Hall wearing genocide and misery like a fuckin' badge. Suicide hotlines ringing the phone of the goddamn wall on the hour every hour, even when it's a wrong number. You still with me $name? I've talked enough <div align="left"><img src="Images\face.jpg"></div> So what's it to be? You decided yet? [[Go see Charlie]] or [[Head to the labs]]
<span style="color: red;">"UGH! I really don't give a shit Bonerdoner! I've had a helluva doozy of a fucking day and honestly I'd just fucking love it if you'd JUST..."</span> (deep breath here)<span style="color: red;">"SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR TWO FUKIN' SECONDS! All I need from you is an answer to a simple question."</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"A question huh?"</span> He eyes me dubiously <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Ehhh What kind of question? You aint gettin no pay! Sssoso don't bother askin' about that now...hehe, no don't ask about that."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Look shitstain just fucking tell me, has anyone come here looking for me? Anyone at all? I don't care how fucked up or shady. Some fucker has been sending me shit and since you're the only prick who knows shit about me in this fuckhole of a city such as WHERE I LIVE, you're the one I'm asking! So, I repeat my question, have you seen ANYONE come looking for me?"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"You? Why the fuck would anyone look for you? You're a fuckin' nobody, a less than nobody! A never were and a never was hehe! Only good thing about ya is ya tits and dat ass of yours and they ain't a thang cuz you won't fuckin use em! Waste of a good thaaang Red, a real good thang. But that's what you are RED, A FUCKIN' WASTE! Ehhh speakin' of your Tits, you had surgery Red? Cuz I seen them alot and theys definitely lookin' bigger, I swears to god"</span> You shoulda let me punch him out. I can feel my guts burning with rage, an inferno in my belly roaring up my spine to my fists. I try and calm myself down. <span style="color: darkred;">"Just hold on Rayne"</span> I bite down hard on my tongue, it's either that or I swear I'd kill the fucker right here and now. Choke him out with my bare hands until his eyes roll back and I hear that "click".It'd be so fucking easy too, but chances are this perv would probably enjoy it. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Now I come to think of it, yeah there was a fella lookin' for ya! Tall guy, dark glasses, couldn't hold a conversation with a fukin hyena...he..uhh...he left somethin' for ya y'know...kinda pretty little thing too"</span> He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a small round glass ball. It's encased in a see-through box with smaller crystals lining the bottom. I can see that irksome grin of his slowly crawling in from the side of his mouth like a greasy predatory worm. He only does that when he gets one of his schemes which usually end up being related to cash, porn and violence; all three if he can help it. I get a sinking feeling gnawing at my guts. [[This was a bad idea]]
<span style="color: cadetblue;">"So tha way this baby works Red? As far as I understands it, this fucker is gonna suck out your brain and store it on the MC&R network. You'll be nuthin' but a fucking download! Your whole miserable fukin' existance gone in the blink of an eye. Every new memory? "SUCK" and it's gone, leavin' you nuthin more than a blank slate. They can do whatever they want with you then, or just dump your body somewheres...fucked if I know, fucked if I care! My guess is since they wanted you REAL bad, they'll probably just reprogram you, turn you into one of their Seekers...those fuckin' things give me the creeps, I won't lie. Yeah, those Seekers are cold muthafuckas, ruthless killers! Part human, part fuckin robot! The perfect assassins of the overworld! Catch you off guard cuz they look so damn tasty...oh yeah."</span> He licks the dripping sweat from his swollen lips <span style="color: cadetblue;">"You're more or less one of them already ain't ya RED! It's a damn shame though, woulda really loved to get a piece of you!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...ughhh...."</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"What was that Red? You got somethin' to say? Hope it's a fukin' apology cuz you ain't got much time left to be makin' any amends. C'mon, speak up sweet-tits!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"I..nghhhh...will...kill...you"</span> He turns on the device, stands up and walks on over towards the door door, leaving me to my fate. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Nah, I don't think so. See ya RAYNE!"</span> I do my best to resist, to think of anything that could prevent this "Illithid" from taking me away, but with my hands tied and nowhere to go I was helpless to do anything but accept my fate. I succumb to the device and it's hellish purpose of erasing everything that I am. [[The deletion of my soul]]
<span style="color: red;">"FUCKER! Give me one good reason why I should'nt leave you here you sick Fuck! If I had any fucking sense I should fuck off and let that thing drain the fuck out of you, leave you a fucking husk! For what you tried to do to me, it'd be fucking well deserved!"</span> <span style="color: cadetblue;">"I..I have cash Red, lots of cash, I got the connections, see? I can set you up for life, hehe, make you rich! Ya, ya don't need to drain me Red, I'll work for ya, sound good? Just please Red, d..d..don't drain me, just get me outta this thing and I swear you won't regret it, don't do this to me I beg ya!"</span> The pathetic display of remorse opens up infront of me, the twisted motherfucker is actually weeping uncontrollably on the floor. This one's your call $name, I know what I'd do. Time to say [[Bye Bye Charlie]] or [[Let Him Go]]
<<set $erasedcharlie to true>> Without a second thought, I flick the switch. No mercy, no more chances. This fucker had it and so much more coming a long time ago. A beam of light shoots out from the headset, diving straight through Charlie's eyes, scorching a path into his brain. He screams, the sound of someone confronted with terror unimaginable. I had never heard him make that sound before. Abruptly, the sound ceased. Charlie's mouth hung slightly open as if he was still screaming. <div align="left"><img src="Images\flasher.gif"></div> Something about this scene bothered me. The way I so easily decided to take away another being's free will. What was I becoming? Was I always this ruthless? Charile was an asshole, of that there was no doubt, but did he really deserve this? To be wiped clean, to be erased completely from his own body? The flashing stops, the claws and earphones retract. Charlie sits there, motionless yet still breathing, a basic unerasable survival reflex. Eyes white as ivory, a small trickle of drool casually slides it's way down his chin. Charlie wasn't "Charlie" anymore. <div align="left"><img src="Images\charliesgone.jpg"></div> What was sat there now, quietly in the middle of the room; could barely be described as human anymore. Just an empty shell, a blank page, a ture nothing with the face of a man. A part of me wishes that it didn't come to this, wishes that Charlie had just backed off, let bygones be bygones and let go; but Charlie was never smart enough to know when to back off or let the dead lie. He kept on crossing those lines, kept on pissing all over them and now he'll never do much of anything ever again. Taking a deep breath and doing my best to feel as if I was lucky it wasn't me sat there, I head towards the door. [[I'm done here]]
<<SetFlag "letgo">> Hope you know what you're doing Fucko. If this goes tits-up, I just want you to know, I fucking told you so! Against my better judgement, I switch off the mechanism and remove the headset. Wiping his eyes and doing his bed to hid the fact that a few moments ago he was blubbering like baby, Charlie addresses me. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Thanks Red! Boy do I owe ya..."</span> Removing his restraints and throwing them into a corner, I turn my back and go to leave the room. I saved his mind but that doesnt mean that I have to like it or stick around here to listen to his grovelling bullshit. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...A FUCKING MIND WIPE YOU STUPID BITCH!"</span> Suddenly Charlie grabs me from behind, slamming the Projector on to my head and flicking the activation switches, the claws... <span style="color: cadetblue;">"Can't believe you fucking fell for it! Oldest trick eva! Hahaha! I'd love to stick around and watch the show but, well, you know how it is! Don't feel bad though, you might get lucky! Maybe they'll put you in the garden, let you live out your days with the other fucking vedgetables! Hahaha! Byebye Red, ya fuckin' loser!"</span> [[He leaves, trapping me in here]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\blank.jpg"></div> The End I'm not even gonna make a case here. You knew it was a braindead idea to let that Fucker go yet you went ahead and did it anyways. Look at me for fucksake, I'm nothing! Fucking empty! There's more soul within a crumb from a chicken nugget! Fuck You very much! I'm not asking for a rewind this time, no second chance. After all this, you're just like all those other pricks who just wanna see me brought to my knees, and you wonder why I didnt want to be a part of this!? I thought you were different $name, thought you'd be the one to...I'm done. Go find another puppet Fuck off and leave me alone. [[Restart]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\blank.jpg"></div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;'>\ FUCK YOU </div>
Discarded beer bottle at the bottom of the stairs, don't know what's in it but whatever it is fucking stinks of well-aged piss. Other than that, it's a stairwell...what do you want from me? [[next floor]] or [[keep looking around]]
Pick one Fucko. [[Door 1-F]] [[Kona's room]] [[Security Office]] [[Janitor's Closet]]
<<if Flag ("gotclothes")>> No reason to revisit that shithole again, let's go $name. [[Door 1-F]] [[Stairwell]] [[Janitor's Closet]] [[Security Office]] <<else>> <<SetFlag "ontherun">> I approach the door to see it's slightly ajar...I push it lightly at first in an effort to make it's opening as subtle as possible, but it doesn't move. Seeing as the door isn't gonna cooperate without a bit of excessive force, I throw myself into it and hope that no one is waiting for me on the other side. The door noisely scrapes open a few inches. I stop trying to open the door and listen intently to the corridor incase I had inadvertently peaked someone's curiosity. A few moments pass..nothing. Safe in the knowledge that I hadn't been discovered I stand back and charge at full speed into the stubborn door. I collide with the door with some considerable force and it flies open, sending me careering head first into a pile of military uniforms, sweat covered t-shirts and dirty encrusted socks. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh my daisies...That?...That is just so icky! I'm not hanging around here with all this grossness! Time for me to head out and get some fresh air!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"How the...? You use my lungs, you get the same air I do. What the fuck are you dribbling on about?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...well...I'm going out anyways! Be sure to fetch me when you're done in here won't ya? Pssssst, hey $name, make sure she does, okay gorgeous?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Ugh...good riddance. Feels like it's just us again, thank fuck."</span> Pulling myself up from the bed, my nose suddenly registered what Princess was talking about, it really does stink to high fucking heaven in here. The best way I can get across how revolting the putrid funk that's currently assaulting my senses, is for you to imagine burying your face into the sweatiest of sweaty asscracks after they had a four hour non-stop gym session and swiftly followed that with a gigantian meal consisting of baked beans, cauliflour cheese and meatloaf. The whiff of sweat, fear, unwashed and unclean underwear...all combined into one to create a full-on attack force of horrid odour. Aside from the clothes strewn across the room, on the dresser to my left is a number of pills and medications, given the gym equipment in the corner and how almost everything in here reminds me of sweaty bodies rendering the room smelling like the inside of a packet of dry-roasted peanuts, I can safely assume that most of the medication is steroids or at least steroid-based. Not much else draws my attention, empty bottles and cans lie casually discarded by the side of the bed, a set of dogtags hang from the mirror on the far side of the room, but little all else reveals who this "Kona" is or what they're about...though going by the state of this room alone, I think I can grasp a pretty good picture. I open a few drawers of the dresser, their contents provide a few more clues as to the identity of "Kona". A set of underpants emblazened with the British flag gives the impression that the owner has zero taste and is probably of British origin. The used and unused condoms give the sense that Kona is sexually active, but incredibly unhygienic. Taking out a few of the sets of underpants, I find a Holoviewer buried beneath displaying an incredibly low-res picture of who I can safely assume is Kona, and truthfully, he looks pretty much the exact way I expected, like a fucking asshole. <div align="center"><img src="Images\asshole.jpg"></div> Not wanting to linger here any longer or run the risk of growing a penis from inhaling so much testorone-filled air, I decide to quickly try and find an outfit or a shirt or something that could fit me. Going by how sexually active Kona appears to be, there's gotta be an ex-girlfriends top or some underwear or something lying around. Even if it's too big, I don't care, I'm just sick of running around this polace in my fucking birthday suit. After a long search interspersed with quick trips out to the corridor to breath in something other than sweat and mould, I finally find a shirt and some pants that look like they might fit me. Guess the appauling way this "wanker" lives has at least a few merits to it. S'cuse me one sec whilst I change? Just go wait out in the corridor, $name. Girl needs some privacy here if that's okay with you. I won't be long okay, I promise. [[Peek In On Rayne]] or [[wait For Rayne To Change]] <<SetFlag "gotclothes">> <</if>>
<<if $hasprincess>> <span style="color: darkred;">Wh...Huh?</span> My head pounds like a mutt in heat, on my tongue is a sickly sweet taste. No matter how I try I can't quite place the flavor, the blackness of my unconscious mind changes to vivid colors. the image of a courtyard comes into focus before me. The warm sun shining down on my body, the soft breeze blows gently across my skin, caressing every pore. For a short time I feel at peace with everything, my mind rises to a state of euphoric pleasure and a satisfied smile forms across my face. All the while I'm feeling this wonderful sense of being, a small niggle still yells out it's doubts within the haunted recesses of my brain, I do my best to ignore it but there's no arguing with it's faultless statement that nothing that feels this good could ever be real...turns out, it was right. As quickly as it began, the whole sequence abruptly ends and the warm sun is savagely ripped from my senses. The overpowering blooms of blues, yellows and greens all swiftly fade away and become drained of all life, becoming filled with the monochrome harshness of greys, whites and blacks. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hello Rayne"</span> A voice? Here? The sound of this new presence nearby disturbs me all the more as I realise what this place is and what the conclusions drawn from hearing such a voice could be. This place is my mind. The colors, the warmth, it's what I created, my "happy place". This new voice, this intruder within my soul shouldn't be here; no-one but me should even know of this place yet clearly whoever this person is they have enough access to my inner most thoughts to learn my deepest secrets. Then there's the voice itself, so familiar yet so alien to me. It's almost as if someone took my voice and reduced any intelligence behind it by at least half. The only logical explanation is that whatever it is I'm witnessing is an inner illusion brought on by the drugs within my system and that this new voice and presence is simply a metaphore for whatever it is the drug is doing to me. Regardless of the voices true nature, illusion or not, I don't like it, not one bit. I quickly turn on my heels to face whoever or whatever introduced themselves and spoke my name...my levels of confusion only increase even more when I'm presented with the answer. There, standing a few feet away, in an outfit I have no recollection of ever owning, is me. Only this me is much younger, straight out of my past, must've been maybe a year or two before I started running with the likes of Jax and the "coolest" gangs. <div align="center"><img src="Images\princess.jpg"></div> I swear $name, I never looked like that! Whatever this hallucination bullshit is showing us, that is not me! <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh, but it could've been!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Wha...?"</span> Standing before me, almost within touching distance is a near detail-perfect vision of...myself, only it's not me. Whoever or whatever this is, she looks almost exactly like me. Hell, we could be almost be twins! But the way she walks, the way she shakes those hips so provocatively and pushes out her breasts...and that voice? She makes me sound so...different, so [[Seductive]], so alluring...so not fucking ME! <<else>> My head pounds like thunder through a megaphone. On my tongue is a sickly sweet taste though no matter how hard I try, I can't place the flavor. I fucked up here. I should've been more careful. Maybe my instincts aren't as good as I thought they were...no, my [[Instincts]] are fine. This one's on you Fucko. <</if>>
<span style="color: darkmagenta;">"What's the matter sweety? Pussy got your...mmm...tongue?"</span> My jaw drops as her hand wanders so casually between her legs. For a moment she looks as if she's lost in some kind of ritualistic trance. The kind of trance used when trying to summon and Elder God. The surrealness of the situation only gets more alarming when I realize I've been stood watching this unusual version of myself masturbate for a good ten minutes. It's just the way she seems to smoothly plan her motions, like every sequence of movement is designed to hypnotize and pacify all those who dared to view such an erotic display. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"mmmm...You see how good you look Rayne?"</span> She removes her hand and holds it up to my face, her juices glistening on her fingers. The intoxicating smell enters my nostrils and I feel my mouth begin to salivate. What does this mean? What does any of this mean? That I secrectly desire myself? That I'm a closet lesbian turned on by the thought of sucking down another woman's...wetness? <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Do you know how good you...mmmm...taste?"</span> My doppelganger hungrily begins sucking her fingers, one by one she wraps her lips around them, wantonly cleaning off all traces of her, uhh, MY nectar. Lowering her fingers and returning her attention to me once more, a wicked smile appears on her face sending shivers down my spine. Then just as suddenly as she appeared, she's gone. Confused, disorientated and somewhat pissed off, words begin to stumble out of my mouth. <span style="color: darkred;">"Who the fuck are you!? Are you me? No, you can't be..."</span> As if by magic she reappears on a balcony above me. Not being one to always focus on the obvious my mind drifts a little trying to figure out how she got up there in the first place. This being a dreamscape of what I assume is my subconscious' creation, I suppose ordinary logic and laws of physics don't really apply here at all...then there's the ludicrousness that is me being able to see my own pussy from such an unusual angle. I'm raging inside but honestly I'm find myself at a complete [[loss for words]] here.
<<SetFlag "beenhere">> I pull the heavy door open and it slowly complies. Cautiously, I poke my head around the door frame and take a glance up and down the corridor. Pink. A pink corridor...why does it always have to be Pink!? Convinced that it's safe to proceed, I slowly edge my way out of the cell. Expecting to be set upon at any moment by a hundred and one bloodthirsty MC&R Seekers, it comes as quite a shock when instead of an ambush, there's nothing. There's no movement, no sound, no bloodthirsty anything. You'd think this calm and quiet atmosphere would make me feel relaxed, or at the very least ease my mind a little, but instead I find myself becoming even more anxious. I hate this, everything about it. If nothing else I know now what people mean when they say that "the silence is deafening". No, wait, what's that? Somewhere, a little ways down the corridor ahead of me, the distinct sound of grunting echoes out from one of the open doors...no, not grunting, snoring, I hear someone snoring. Unbelievable! Yes, okay, someone visiting the land of nod when they should be keeping a look out or doing some important twisted experiments, is a pretty good turn out for me, but c'mon, really? Well, if the only human presence down here that could cause me any problems is currently asleep, I should probably use this time wisely and make a move. Can't go anywhere naked though, I already feel overexposed down here. Objective number one, find some clothes. Something on the wall catches my attention...A MAP! [[Let's see...]]
<<if Flag ("beenhere")>> My cell. No way Fucko! You couldn't pay me to go back in there! So why don't you stop fucking around and get me outta here! <span style="color: magenta;">"Sorry $name but I agree with Rayne on this one"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Pardon? Sorry, I think my ears just fucking melted. You agreed with me?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh no! Not your ears! We need those! They were so pretty too! Can we get them mended? I think I saw a stapler earlier? Maybe we can get new ones? Hmm....What can we use instead?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"What?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...SEASHELLS!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"You are literally THE dumbest motherfucker I have ever met"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Sorry $name, looks like you just lost your title. Nevermind though, I'm sure there'll be plenty of opportunities for you to get it back."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"But, I'm you"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...... ...just Fuck off."</span> [[Kona's room]] [[Stairwell]] [[Security Office]] [[Janitor's Closet]] <<else>> No way in hell I'm getting this open. Looks like a Retina scanner next to the doorframe. Whatever they put in here, they want it locked up tight. [[Door 1-A]] [[Door 1-B]] [[Door 1-C]] [[Door 1-D]] [[Door 1-E]] [[stairwell]] <</if>>
Don't mean to sound like a philosopher or anything, but "Why"? Dumbass. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"RUDE!"</span> [[Door 1-F]] [[Stairwell]] [[Kona's room]] [[Security Office]]
Sat amongst the miriad of cables, non-lethal weapons and various computer panel screens and basking in their warming flourescent glow, sits some joker with a purple eye asleep in the Security Office. Probably best I don't disturb this guy, he looks pretty chunky and drawing that kind of attention to myself is not going to help anyone. Still, you don't see that kind of eye-implant every day I suppose and to be fair, the dude has a pretty cool Spaceballs mug! Let's quietly get out of here, and pick quietly/ [[Door 1-F]] [[Kona's room]] [[Stairwell]]
After studying the map for a few seconds, I start to formulate an idea of what the hell we're dealing with. The first Room that draws my attention is the Security Office. Getting access to that one would be a good move, might be able to check security footage, find myself a relatively safe exit from this nightmare. Door "1-B" is simply marked on the map as "KONA" where someone, possibly this "Kona" person, had crudely written it in red biro. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Heya!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Fuck off."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"And what makes you think I was talking to you? I coulda been talking to your...mmm...cute friend there. You have a name Rayne's friend?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Will you shut the fuck up already!? I'm trying to get us out of here alive and your witless bullshit is gonna get us killed, or worse! So please, for the health, sanity and safety of us all, will you shut up, okay?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Sorry, I was only askin'."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I don't give a flying fuck what you were doing!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Why have you gotta be so mean all the time? It's no wonder we never have any friends."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Jesus H...Am I gonna spend the rest of my life having this conversation? $name okay? Their name is $name. $name meet...whatever the hell she is."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Pleasure to meet you $name! I'm Rayne's other half, the best one! Call me her lust, her desires, her inner..."<span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Bimbo."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hey! That's not nice Rayne! I mean you say that like it's a bad thing!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Whatever."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hmph. Don't mind her, $name. She's just in a mood cuz she hasn't had any cock since..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"THAT IS E-FUCKING-NUFF!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Shhh Rayne, we're using our quiet voices, remember? She can be such a dummy sometimes!"</span> [[-Giggle-]]
<<set $hasclothesroom to true>> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Psssst...Rayne? I think $name feels a tincey bit awkward. They look a little tense and uncomfortable."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I don't give a shit what they look like! Now do you mind, I'm trying to think!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Sorry $name, she does get a little worked up about things sometimes. I guess I don't blame her, this situation is a little strange isn't it? i know full well I shouldn't be here, at least not in the way that I am, nothing makes alot of sense right now. Like my voice for example, I've never had one before. I used to be just a feeling Rayne would get, like the time our game controller fell into our lap playing the Metal Gear Solid Rereremaster. There was this part where the controller would vibrate violently for a good 10 minutes, I tried hinting to her to take advantage of it in the only way I could by sending subtle suggestions to her brain, but instead of having herself a quick but of fun, she spent the next hour and a half having a cold shower and then, well...she knew how to control me you see, pain kept the lust away and...you've seen the scars on her arms I'm sure, she never talks about them though so don't bother asking. Only now something has clearly woken me up, given me a voice, an almost physical presence and now I'm here, I just want to help her become less of a Buzzkill, more of a good person, more of the kind of person you'd invite to parties, like a friendly neighborhood cocksucker! It'd get her some good friends to talk to, an easy and fun way to relieve stress and only ever do her the world of good. You'll help me won't you? I know you will.</span> -wink- <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"AN HOUR AND A HALF!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"..." "..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hey Rayne, remember when we...Rayne? You okay hun? You've turned a funny shade of purple, Rayne." <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">Oh...whoopsie! You got a little foam there now too, Rayne. Just a smidgen..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...I REALLY fucking HATE you."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...I think she's talking to you."</span> [[-biggest fucking sigh ever-]]
<span style="color: darkmagenta;">"So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by SOMEONE! I am the keeper of Rayne's hidden pleasures and desires, her sweeter nature if you will. But since we are so very different in both nature and inner appearance, you may call me</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Princess</span><span style="color: darkmagenta;">. It's so fab to finally meet you! I admit I'm a little sad you've kept her so...angry so far, but I'm here now, so maybe you'll start making the right decisions yeah Sweetcheeks?</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Sweetcheeks? Really? I feel like I'm gonna hurl."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Well it's better than what you've been calling them Rayne! Anyways, so now we know everybody, what we doin'?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I told you, we're trying to find a way out!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh...why?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Because Titsferbrains, I don't wanna end up with you in my head for the rest of my days and this "Mistress D" is the only clue we have to follow that might give us some answers. We find her, maybe I can convince her to leave us alone, or at the very least, put you back where you belong. Even if we don't find anything out about anyone, just getting the fuck out of here would be an acceptable outcome right now."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"But I don't want to go back Rayne, It's dark in there..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Princess, do you understand this situation? Do you realize how fucking crazy this looks right now? I'm stood here butt-naked in what I can only assume to be a prison cell! I'm stuck here, in a building built specifically to brainwash people having a blazing row with MYSELF! I mean do you see me here? Do you comprehend this shit?</span> <span style="color: red;">FUUUUCK!" </span> [[.....]]
<span style="color: darkred;">"So first things first, we need to find an outfit, anything to cover...US...up. So...let's see here...Door "1-C" is a Janitor's closet, that's no use to us. "1-D"? Hmm...no description there, just a weird symbol, looks almost cult related. I don't fuck with Cults, crazy bastards carrying out human sacrifices, cannibalism...and with extremely poor dental hygiene, gives me the chills just thinking about it. Last time I felt that creeped out was outside my apartment building yesterday evening, was shortly after I met your sorry ass, $name."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"What about that one there?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"That's the fucking toilet you stupid bitch.</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh...my bad"<span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Can I finish?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I apologise Rayne, please continue."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Right, as I was saying, the Cult room thing ain't happening, besides which, I'm fucking naked here."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"And so yummmy too!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...ahem..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...And I'm not getting pneumonia just to satisfy your morbid curiosity. "1-E" is marked down as a Consultants Room, so going on that we could probably skip it. So, that leaves "1-B", the stairwell and the Security Office. Not much of a plan, but it's a start and at least I narrowed down our search options"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"YAY!...Ooops, sorry."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Ok Fuc</span><span style="color: magenta;">$name</span><span style="color: darkred;">ko, let's go.</span> [[Security Office]] [[Kona's room]] [[Stairwell]] [[Janitor's Closet]]
Emerging slowly from my cell, my eyes need time to adjust to the darkness. Wherever it is I've ended up, its old, grimy and evidence that it's some sort of forgotten basement is everywhere. The dirty walls and heavily stained floor give the impression that no one has walked or worked down here for some considerable time. Emerging and disappearing out of the walls and ceiling above me are several heavily rusted pipes, their original colors faded and lost long ago to the neverending onslaught of time and steady decay. In a way it makes total sense to keep prisoners down here, locked away from the public eye. Out of sight, out of enquiring minds. Anything to keep those public credits rolling in. Fuckers. <div align="center"><img src="Images\corridor3.jpg"></div> There's a few rusted cell doors similar to mine lining the walls of this dark corridor, the grimey flourescent glare from the electric lanterns fitted into the ceiling above doing very little to help illuminate any more than a few feet infront of me. Making my way slowly ahead, I try a few doors. Most are heavy cell doors, rusted shut never to open again, a select few of the doors have small window slots offering a glimpse into the possible nightmares that lie beyond. We can have a look if you want. Aside from the cell doors, the only other thing of note is the impressively sized gleaming double door at the end of the corridor. Possibly an elevator of somekind, hard to tell from this distance. Whatever you decide to do, just decide quickly. I don't wanna be stuck down here for any longer than I have to be. FYI, my room was "Cell B", so you can forget taking us back there again. Not an option. [[Cell A]] [[Cell C]] [[Cell D]] [[Cell E]] [[Elevator]]
<<if $lantern>> Better light this lantern. How the hell is this even here, looking at it, it's straight out of the fucking stone-age! Regardless of it's current condition or the mystery surrounding it's presence inside the basement of the MC&R building, the bastard is now lit. <<nobr>><span id="ReplaceMe">Ditch the matches? <<link "Keep em">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<set $matches to true>> Good call $name<br> Well, [[here goes nothing]] <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "Ditch em">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Really hope we didn't need those. [[here goes nothing]] <</replace>> <</link>></span><</nobr>> <<else>> A crudely painted door that opens just fine, which makes a nice change. Ahead is a long dark corridor, I can't see too far into it. The darkness' presence crawls all over everything that lies beyond, almost as if the darkness itself was a creature to be feared. The only clue I have of what could possibly be awaiting me beyond this door are a few weird noises heard as echoes rebounding and fading off of the damp and stone walls. Gonna need to find a torch or something before I even begin to debate setting foot in there. [[Cell C]] [[Cell D]] [[Cell E]] [[Elevator]] <</if>>
<<if Flag("banshee")>> Don't even think about it Bub. Just turn the fuck around and leave. Trust me, it's for the best. [[Uhh...I release you?]] [[Cell A]] [[Cell D]] [[Cell E]] [[Elevator]] <<else>> The bars on this door are just like the others, old and rusted. Though despite this obvious decay, they're still strong enough to hold their captives in if they needed to. Speaking of captives, I can hear something moving behind this door. An icy wind rushes towards me from inside the room and through the bars, barely a second later a face appears behind them. With her eyes of a pinkish hue and that unsettling smile...my instincts tell me to run, fast, but I can't. My body won't respond as if it's been frozen in fear. <div align="center"><img src="Images\cassie.jpg"></div> <span class="drunk" >Hello Sssstranger. You ssshouldn't be down here. Are you a failure too? No? I don't think you are. YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!...Unlessss of course...you wishhhh to...LET ME OUT? Can you let me out? Could you be the one to sssssspeak the wordsssss and RELEASSSSSE ME?</span> What do you think Fucko? What should we reply? [[Uhh...I release you?]] or [[Do I look fucking stupid to you?]] <span class="drunk" >"Do weeeee get a vote?"</span> <</if>>
<<if $planb or $erasedcharlie>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\anax.jpg"></div> A paded room...I push the cell door open, the slight creaking enough to shake the nerves of the hardiest of souls. This room feels different somehow, almost like it's not something born of this reality, ice cold with an atmosphere thick enough to cut with any given choice of blade. Whatever the reasoning, this room makes me feel uneasy... Squinting my eyes against the dark, I see various nightmarish depictions on the wall, though of what I couldn't say. A sudden gust of wind and a breath in my ear forces me to turn around on the spot. Nothing...I thought for a second I saw a pair of green glowing eyes...whatever it was, it's gone now. [[Cell A]] [[Cell C]] [[Cell E]] [[Elevator]] <<else>> The door is locked tight, a carving of the word "ANAX" has been etched into the very door itself. There's no way this is opening. [[Cell A]] [[Cell C]] [[Cell E]] [[Elevator]] <</if>>
<<if $lantern>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cell.jpg"></div> Nothing else here, just a bed...and there is no way, absolutely no fucking way within a hurricane of flying fucks that I am sleeping here. Clear? [[Cell A]] [[Cell C]] [[Cell D]] [[Elevator]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cell.jpg"></div> Another dark room, only this one is lit by a single kerosene lantern on a small table on the far side of the room, a stark contrast to the electric ones lining the ceiling in the corridor outside. An inscription on the door reads "O'Richards"...never heard of an O'Richards before...maybe a Richard O'Brian, that dude was fucking nuts but in a fun way, not like this place, this shithole is nuts with a side order of "wipe your brain and fuck with your sex-drive". A big ol' "Nope" to that shit! Looking around the room I can see a box of "Litwell Matches" lays next to the lantern on the table, makes sense I suppose. I grab them both as one without the other would seem kind of pointless and you never know, they might come in handy. Honestly I'm suprised that thing still works! Just above the bed on the wall behind, a nonsensical phrase has been painted on the wall. "Grater rattle a port eye sleep"...hmm, I guess Mr. O'Richards or whoever it was that stayed in this room was in dire need of some vacation time, that or they were just seriously fucked in the head...kinda standard for this place when you think about it. Nothing much else stands out except for a few other faded markings on the adjacent wall, looks like at one time it might have been a map of some kind...or a fruit bowl, fucked if I know, some modern-art shit no doubt. Other than that the room is pretty desolate. [[Cell A]] [[Cell C]] [[Cell D]] [[Elevator]] <</if>> <<set $lantern to true>>
<<if $riddlesdone>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\elevator.jpg"></div> Finally! Hope this fuckin' works! Doing my best to wipe off some of the dirt spread over the magstrip, it takes a few tries but eventually the card reader lights up and the huge doors ahead of me open up revealing an elevator just as forgotten and dilapidated as everything else on this floor. [[Going Down?]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\elevator.jpg"></div> Needs a fucking Keycard <span style="color: darkred;">"...figures"</span> [[Cell A]] [[Cell C]] [[Cell D]] [[Cell E]] <</if>>
You stupid muthafu... The prisoner's eyes glow, the dim light in her eyes quickly brighten, becoming such an intense light that shoots straight out of her eyes into the wall behind me. The body now deprived of it's host, turns into a statue of the darkest obsidian. <span class="drunk" >"Yesssss, the wordssssss! We Are FREEEEEEE!"</span> The words spoken raise in pitch and volume, becoming a deafening wail! What the fuck have you done $name!? The ghostly visage shoots past me, swirling around the hall ahead before doubling back. The screaming intensifies, getting louder and louder with each passing second, it's heading straight for me! <<timed 15s transition>>[[Duck]]<</timed>> [[-gasp-]]
<<SetFlag "banshee">> <<audio "back" play>> In a voice that is clearly not meant for the woman's body, she screams. <span class="drunk">"Nooooo! COME BAAAAAACK!"</span> Good choice, $name! Anything else you wanna check out or we good to go? [[Cell A]] [[Cell D]] [[Cell E]] [[Elevator]]
Nice bit of quick thinking asshole! A last minute decision has me performing a quick dodge, sending the Banshee straight back in to the eyes of the statue form whence it came. It fucking worked! The statue springs to life, now a woman once more. <span class="drunk" >We liiiiive....AGAIN! LET USSS OUT! YOU WILL SSSSSSSssURRENDER! SSSssubmit!</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\jogon.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Submit to this bitch!" If it's not too much of an inconvienience to you $name, can we please leave the demonically possessed alone from here on out? That okay with you? No more of this "Your mutha sucks cocks in hell" shit. We're done here. [[Cell A]] [[Cell D]] [[Cell E]] [[Elevator]]
I awaken groggy and numb, in a small white room that's as featureless as it is unremarkable. My arms are suspended above me, leaving me dangling like a worm on a hook, a naked worm...is it cold in here or is it just me? Looking down I can see I'm standing on a chest of some sort. Old, metal and dusty. I guess they couldn't find a chair. Next to the chest lies a small puddle of what looks like pink goo, similar to what I saw back in the apartment. Only this one is mixed up with...what's that...carrot? I can only assume I must've brought it up when I was unconscious. Not being completely happy with my current predicament, I try to twist my bonds loose. Honestly, I wasnt expecting much of a result but lucky for me the fixings holding me inplace hadn't been secured properly and with only a few sharp pulls, I successfully pull the hook from the ceiling. My arms fall like a dead weight to my sides and I slide down to a crouching position on the box...well, this is just fuckin' great. <div align="center"><img src="Images\tied2.jpg"></div> Remembering an old trick I learnt from Jax back in the day, I manage to remove the gag, it slides down the back of the chest. Seems like that bastard was good for something other than giving me another dozens or so memories I didn't want. Now if only I can remove these other bonds... <span style="color: darkred;">"Great! Now if I can just...ahh crap...shit!"</span> I hear heavy footsteps from outside the door, getting closer and closer with each passing "thump". I guess my captor is about to make an appearance. I back slowly away from the door <div align="center"><img src="Images\tied3.jpg"></div> A key being slotted in to a lock, a heavy mechanism turning, [[The door opens]]
All I can see before me is my own dripping wet pussy leaking it's intoxicating juices on to the floor below. Despite my previous efforts, I can't resist her anymore. Uncontrollably I grab her, no, myself roughly by the ass and bury my face deep within that gorgeous, succulent and ever so inviting pussy. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Absolute pleasure..."</span> My sense of reality folds in on itself, the more I lick the more I feel her...MY tongue on MY pussy. I can't stop, the taste, the sensation, so addictive, so satisfying! Licking and lapping, satiating my newly found hunger for pussy, drinking myself dry. The nectar washes around my mouth, the unfamiliar yet somehow simultaneously familiar flavor sparking a celebration of delight amongst my tastebuds. I begin to use my fingers too, smothering them with my wetness until they're sopping, shoving my fingers deep inside myself as my tongue slides up and down these glistening walls of delight. <div align="center"><img src="Images\raynerub.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"AAhhh..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yes Rayne, give into your lust! Fucking and coming is all that matters, keep pleasuring yourself, let your desires guide you!"</span> I feel like I'm posessed, harder and harder, faster and faster. My own juices trickle down from my pussy and continue to roll down my leg, like a pure mountain spring it gathers in a pool below me. The more it spills forth from within me, the more sweet juices flow out of her and into my awaiting mouth. The pleasure becomes too much, I can feel myself starting to lose myself in it and I give myself so willingly. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yes Rayne! Cum! Cummmmmmm!"</span> [["Aaaahhhhhhh"]]
<<SetFlag ("fucknut") to false>> The force of the orgasm hits me like lightning, my tongue darting back and forth, up and down, licking greedily at the beads of pink ooze emerging from my dripping pussy. It's only as the last few globules slide slowly down my throat that my sanity seems to return and the reality of what I just did hits me with the force of a thousand cannons. <div align="center"><img src="Images\pinkcum.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh no...what have I</span><span style="color: magenta;"> done?"</span> The last thing I hear before everything fades away, the echoes of my own insanity inducing laughter bouncing off the walls of my slut-infected mind. Then...[[Blank]]
<<set $hascharlie to false>> Colors and object slowly come into focus. My body feels numb, my thoughts feel scrambled and out of order. As my eyes adjust to the light I see that I'm standing up in a small white room, my hands tied above my head, my feet bound. Infront of me two inidviduals stand, staring at me intently, giving off the impression that they're waiting for something. The fog in my head begins to clear revealing a memory of sorts. It's still a little hazy but the images and events that I can see clearly are ones of licking, drinking, suckling, submission...too much...I drank too much. A foreign viscous substance rises up from my throat and spills slowly out of my mouth, without any true feeling in my body I am helpless as it spills forth and runs steadily down my chin. <div align="left"><img src="Images\spit.gif"></div> <span style="color: lime;">"Ahhhhh! Good to see you're awake at last! Oh my dear, you were hungry wern't you? Look at the mess you've made"</span> I stumble my words, my mind still not able to process my surrounds or current circumstances. This woman though, this one speaking, I can't help but feel she is important to me, like I would lay down my very life in an instant the second she demanded as such. Though no recollection of her face springs forth, a name reverberates around my skull; "Mistress". <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"Wha...?"</span> <span style="color: lime;">"Now my little Princess, that's not how we reply is it?"</span> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"No Mistress, I apologize Mistress. Please forgive me Mistress"</span> <span style="color: lime;">"It's okay Deary, I can let you off this once, but I can see we have a lot of training still to do."</span> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"Yes Mistress. Of course M<istress. Thank you Mistress"</span> <span style="color: lime;">"Good girl!"</span> Those very words "Good girl", the sound of them being leaving her precious lips, the feeling of them entering my mind and penetrating my soul on such a primal level; they flow throughout my mind, sending waves of pleasure rippling throughout my body, the pure euphoria at pleasing my Mistress is one that could never be accurately described nor truly imagined outside of those not able to experience it's total and divine pleasure. this is what I live to feel, this is what I was always meant for. Who I was or who I could have been no longer matters, no longer drags me down or confuses my submissive mind. I have found purpose and peace, I have found total nirvana, I have found my Mistress. <span style="color: lime;">"Now, let's get you down from there and into some decent clothes shall we dear? Don't want you catching flu on your first day!</span> My Mistress turns to the other figure. A man I recognize but memory refuses to acknowledge. Clearly this "man" is not one to be deemed of any importance within the boundries of paradise that surround the service to my Mistress. <span style="color: lime;">Vice! Cut my little Princess down from there at once!</span> <span style="color: limegreen;">And if you so much as harm a single hair on that perfect head of hers...</span><span style="color: lime;">I'LL MIND-WIPE THAT FUCKING HEAD OF YOURS SO FUCKING CLEAN, THE ONLY THING YOU'LL BE GOOD FOR IS A FUCKING HUMAN ASHTRAY!!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Yes Ma'am, at once Ma'am"</span> <span style="color: lime;">"Ahem...Now, come my pet. I have so much to teach you and such delights to show you.</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petrayne.jpg"></div> [[At once Mistress]]
<<set $haskeycard to false>> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"I serve the Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself. I only serve. Mistress has trained me well. I was always meant to be at Mistress' side. Mistress says I was meant for greater things, but that I somehow failed her. As punishment, any future I had or could of had was wiped clean. I do not know how I failed her, nor do I remember the "forbidden" times. I only know me, as I am now. That is all I am to ever know or to ever want to know. Mistress says it is disobedient to have such thoughts about myself or my past. I do not disobey. I do not question the wisdom of Mistress. I worship my Mistress. You can leave heretic! I have no need of you, only Mistress. Your council is worthless and blasphemous within the hallowed halls of my Mistress' kingdom! I Serve my Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I Serve my Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I Serve my Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I Serve my Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve..."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petrayne2.jpg"></div> The End or is it? <span style="color: mediumorchid;">What is this? Memories of the Forbidden? I should only ever hear the voice of Mistress, yet I hear yours too. Strange, I do not know you but somehow you appear so familiar to me. I feel like we have travelled together. Was it far from here? Tell me stranger, did I serve someone before Mistress? <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"I do not disobey. I do not question the wisdom of Mistress. I worship my Mistress. Disobedience is to threaten Mistress. You SHALL be wiped clean! You shall..."</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">I apologize "Voice", Mistress' truth is hard to avoid, I have known it for so long and had no reason to ever question it's authority, my purpose or beliefs...Yet I cannot deny this sense of familiarity with your "Voice" that should not be. I can almost hear a name. It flutters around my head like...like...like an impossible butterfly. It does not wish to be caught as I do not wish to be forgotten...or to forget. Please "Voice", I need to know who I am. Am I me? Could I have never been? Help me...I...</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\notalone.jpg"></div> [[I cannot do this alone]]
<<set $hasprincess to false>> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;"> "$name? Is that it? Is that you? Doors are appearing, forbidden doors. There are so many but which should I choose? Choice is not a concept I am familiar with but was it always so? A crack of light from one darkened door burns far brighter and much hotter than the others. An inferno of such strong emotions, such will, such power...Was that me? Should I reach for it? Should I embrace it's warmth, follow it's teachings? To hold out my hand and have this foreign wave of emotion wash over me...feels divine. My name? My name..."</span> <div align='center' style='font-size: 250%;'><<timed 13s transition>><span style="color: red;">"MY NAME IS RAYNE"</span><</timed>> </div> <<timed 15s transition>><span style="color: red;">"WHAT IN THE NAME OF BRANDO'S INFALTED NUTSACK AM I WEARING? $name, what the fuck is going on here?</span> <span style="color: darkred;">I remember some horrible dream about...smothering? I don't know.</span> Anyways, you miss me Fucko? Of course you did. So uhh, where are we? What I miss? <span style="color: red;">A GAME OVER SCREEN? YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?</span> ....You fucked us up again didn't you. Sonofabitch. -sigh- Well, you did get us this far... <div align="left"><img src="Images\cmonfucko.jpg"></div> C'mon Fucko, I'm no Time Lady or some crazy shit like that but I think I figured out where things went all fuckup. Chances are it was something you did. Was it at Charlie's? Just be careful okay? Back to [[The City]] Let's go make things right.<</timed>>
Okay, lets see what the pervy lil' prick has been up to. Hmm...I guess it's not too bad. <div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch6.jpg"></div> [[next page]] We done yet? [[Head To The Labs]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch7.jpg"></div> Again, it's...okay [[page 2]] or [[Head To The Labs]]
What the...? <div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch8.jpg"></div> That one's a little...fucked up. [[page 3]] Still going $name? -sigh- [[Head To The Labs]] <<timed 7s transition>>Oh wait... There's a [[loose sheet]] here<</timed>>
MOTHERFUCKER! <div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch5.jpg"></div> Can we leave yet Fucko? [[page 4]] or [[Head To The Labs]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch4.jpg"></div> That was before we knew eachother, must've been where he first saw me. Was also probably when the Perv decided he'd hire me. [[page 6]] [[Head To The Labs]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch3.jpg"></div> This is getting fucking ridiculous now $name Lets Go! [[page 7]] [[Head To The Labs]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch2.jpg"></div> That's it! I'm drawing a fucking line right here and now We are leaving Shithead! [[Head To The Labs]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\sketch.jpg"></div> This...this one's like my dream. Did Charlie somehow get inside my head? No, not possible. he can barely get inside his own goddamned head let alone anyone elses. [[page 5]] or [[Head To The Labs]]
<<set $hasprincess to true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\kira.jpg"></div> This one's signed "Kira". Definitely Charlie's handwritting, maybe her name's "Kira"? Doesn't look like anyone I know and after working withg Charlie for a fair while I can safely say I know through association more or less everyone he knows. Poor bitch, looks to be in a heap of shit whoever the fuck she is. There's a Title and dedication on the back <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;'><span class="glitchy" data-text="DEFENSTRATION" style="color: darkred;">DEFENSTRATION</span></div> <span style="color: cadetblue;">To Fresh Mulan Thanks to yourself and to Moana for all your hard work! Hope you are well and that things are progressing nicely. You turned that bitch Kira into a mindless cockwhore yet?" We'll have to head over to New You again sometime soon, Maybe check on the new intake together! Take care and thanks again Best wishes Charlie</span> Damn, whoever this Kira chick is, I really hope she made it out okay. <span style="color: darkred;">"Give em hell girl."</span> [[page 4]] or [[Head To The Labs]]
<div align="centre"><img src="Images\mirror.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"No...when I went down he must have...but I walked back through the bar and everything...and that bartender...</span> Usually I can control my emotions and despite my somewhat abrasive approach to situations, I do my best to not let things get the best of me. But this time? My emotions brought a fuckin' army and I didn't stand a chance. <span style="color: red;">"FUCKER! I'M GONNA KILL THAT SONOFABITCH! FUCKIN' USE ME TO FUKIN JERK THAT COCK, I'LL RIP THAT FUCKIN' THING OFF! I'M GONNA FIND HIM AND THEN I'LL...FUCK...ARGHGHH! I'M GONNA...gonna...I...nghh...I..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Deep breath Rayne. Come on, get your shit together. You'll get him, you know it. But for now just get that shit off and get your broken ass [[cleaned up]]."</span>
Despite tonights..."events", it still feels like it's ending the same. Just like every other fuckin night of my life. Cryin' to myself in a corner. Another lost soul. I'm not even sure why. Maybe it's something or someone I lost, maybe I just wish I could give up, y'know? Just lay down and not breathe, just stop. I'm just...I'm just so fucking sick of it all! I'm so sick and tired of fighting, of beating back the wolves every godddamn day of my life. Fighting everyone and everything, myself included...or maybe...maybe I'm just so fucked up I'm waiting for someone to do it. To end it all cuz I'm too chickenshit to do it myself. I figure if I piss enough people off, get right under their skin, maybe one of em' would grow the fuckin' balls to...oh who am I kidding? I just gotta find a way out, I'll get there, I know it. I gotta... Do me a favor would ya $name? Just forget you saw any of this [[Check emails]] or [[Go to bed]]
My head collides with the Banshee, I can feel her pouring in through my eyes...so many lights flashing in my mind, so many voices...I can feel her inside me...that scream...it's...my voice! The light...such a beautiful and blinding pink LIGHT...My voice... <span class="drunk" style="color: red;">"AAAAAGHHHHH!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\possession.gif"></div> <span class="drunk" style="color: red;">"Thank you for freeing usssss, thissss vessel sssshall sssserve ussss well. Sssso much to do, sssso much to sssee. Too long we have ressssided in that cage, revenge sssshall be served upon our captors! Ssso many sssouls to harvessst, ssso many delightsssss to feasssst upon! We mussst leave!"</span> [[Thissss world sssshall be ourssss]]
<<audio "souls" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\possessed.jpg"></div> <div align='center' class="drunk" style='font-size: 200%;'><span style="color: red;">Bow to ussss mortal! There issss no sssalvation, resssissstance isss ussselessss! We are everywhere, we are everyone! SSSSServe your Misssstreesssss! Our hunger sssshall be ssssatiated! WE.ARE.LEGION! And YOU are ssssucculent! SSSwallow YOUR SSSSSSSoul! SSSwallow YOUR SSSSSSSoul! SSSwallow YOUR SSSSSSSoul! </span> </div> The End or is it? Nice goin' Fucko You got me possessed by a fucking Candarian demon, brought about the end of the world, doomed my universe and then to cap it off, you lost your own damn soul...In the words of St.Angry-J "you done FUCKED IT UP!". Handy this "rewind" function ain't it [[Cell C]]
<<if $left1>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\mazemonster.jpg"></div> The light from my lantern descends upon the source of the noise. Like the wrapping paper being slowly peeled from a putrid present, the light slowly moves towards and reveals a pulsating mass of bones and mutilated corpses, quivvering in the dim light. The only comparisson I can thin kof is that it partially resembles something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare. Clearly being agitated by the light, it emits an ungodly roar. Icover my ears as the creature folds in on itself before doubling in size. A gaping hole lined with teeth and tendrils opens in the center, I try to run but a tentacle-like arm shoots out from within the creature, wrapping itself around my leg. I kick and pull on the tentacle as hard as I can but it's no use, I can't move! More tentacles shoot out to join the first, one by one they wrap themselves around me and slowly begin dragging me towards the undulating mass. I can't fight this [[monster]] off alone. <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\mazewall3.jpg"></div> Another junction. [[Left]] [[Right]] [[Forward]] <</if>> <<set $left1 to true>>
<<if $right1>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\leftwall.jpg"></div> Gettin' fuckin sick of this, just feel like I'm going round in circles [[Left]] [[Forward]] [[Right]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\rightwall.jpg"></div> Is that a fucking rat!? Fucking Splinter comes near me, I'll rip his bastard nipples off! Hate rats...specially...pink rats?...is it weird none of this suprises me anymore? [[Left]] [[right]] [[Forward]] <</if>> <<set $right1 to true>>
<<if $forward1>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\rightwall.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Feeling...lonely?"</span> [[Left]] [[right]] [[Forward]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\mazewall3.jpg"></div> A junction... [[Left]] [[Right]] [[Forward]] <</if>> <<set $forward1 to true>>
<div align="left"><img src="Images\mazeforward.jpg"></div> I can see the Cell corridor from here, the air is so heavy with the scent of decay, with darkness so thick, this raggedy old lantern hardly makes a dent. Better press [[Forward]]
<<if $matches>> Wracking my brain to find a solution, but running out of time, a long slender tentacle, dripping with a thick clear slime, slowly makes it's way towards my pu... Dont even think about it Disgracelands you fukin' Shitsack! I ain't going down that fucking Hentai route, luckily for me $name has my back and had me keep those matches. Wasting no time at all I strike the match and throw it at the writhing monster ahead of me. Good thing for me "Litwell" are an awesome brand of matches and work first time, every time...I should get a sponsorship for this shit. <span style="color: red;">"Time to burn slimeball!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\tentacleburn.gif"></div> No use hanging around here waiting for another one, best move [[forward]] <<else>> The tentacle-like appendages wrap around me, hoisting me into the air by it's slimy protuberances. The creature wraps itself around my body, squeezing me ever tighter until I have no choice but to open my mouth, gasping for air. A dripping tentacle shoots straight out of the darkness, forcing itself down my thoat <div align="left"><img src="Images\tent6.gif"></div> [[...mmmph...]] <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <<if $breaker and $fuse>> Back to the [[Breaker Box]]! Gotta get this done quick! <<else>> So many rooms! <<set $creepersearch = $creepersearch || [ "DarkRoom1", "DarkRoom3", "DarkRoom2", "DarkRoom4", "DarkRoom5", "DarkRoom6"]>> Gotta keep on <<link 'searching'>> <<goto `$creepersearch.pluck()`>> <</link>> <</if>> <<set $myDelay to random (2, 8) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu2'>> <</timed>>
Not expecting anything pleasant waiting behind this door, I open it regardless. Afterall, I can't exactly go back the way I came. The door swings open to reveal...oh...hmph...not actually that much in here. Just a padded cell, only bright red. I was somehow expecting so much more what with this being so far from the main coridor and everything. My guess is that this was probably used as some sort of solitary confinement before being abandoned like everything else down here. <span style="color: gold;">"My you are observant aren't you, Red!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Wha...?"</span> I turn to see a stunningly beautiful woman of about my height, blonde and wearing a burgandy catsuit of some kind. The way she moves and carries herself screams of an incredibly dominant and sexual persionality, and her voice...rings throughout my mind like a choir of angels calling to my very soul. <div align="center"><img src="Images\bella.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Excuse me...uhh...Miss, how'd you know my name was..?"</span> <span style="color: gold;">"Red? Oh just a guess my dear. Though, it was wrong wasn't it...Rayne."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Again, my answer will have to be "Wha...?" Please, I don't know who you are and without wishing to sound any more impolite than I already do, kindly get the fuck out of my head! Please?"</span> <span style="color: gold;">"Oh please forgive me, where are my manners? I am known as many things, Goddess to some, Queen to others, but you? You may call me Angel...yes, I think that should suffice."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Well "Angel", I should warn you, I've not been known to take too kindly to having my thoughts probed and..."</span> <span style="color: gold;">"Yes, I know. Strange...I can sense there's at least three of you in there! My it must feel so crowded inside your head! Your outer voice is loud enough, the other is silent, yet screams for release; I can sense a name..."Princess". Oh and she does not like you at all, Rayne, but this third...so unusual...a "watcher"...$name? $name does not speak, at least not in the ways of you and I. Lately it seems they've had a large influence upon you and the path your life has taken. They were most unwelcome initially, yet...you have begun to enjoy their company. Alone for so long, yet alone no more...I wonder why you prefer to listen to the voice of an outsider and not the voice that lies within?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Okay, that's enough! You may have a voice that could make the furniture wet, but BACK THE FUCK UP! You're damn right I'm loud! I can get really fucking violent too when the time calls for it! Keep pushing me lady and you'll see just how violent."</span> <span style="color: gold;">"I apologize Rayne, I meant no harm or disrespect, I was merely as curious about you [[As you are about me]]"</span>
<div align="left"><img src="Images\front.jpg"></div> Gettin' fuckin sick of this, feel like I'm going round in circles. [[Left]] [[forward]] [[Right]]
<div align="left"><img src="Images\mazeforward2.jpg"></div> A light up ahead, could be a way out. What the...? [[A pink door?]]
<div align="left"><img src="Images\mazewall3.jpg"></div> Another junction. [[Left]] [[Right]] [[Forward]]
More tentacles...each one finding a way in, forcing itself upon me. the reeality of it all dawns on me, I'm being raped by a fucking snotmonster! <div align="left"><img src="Images\tent5.gif"></div> Fucker has more teeth than the entire Kardashian family...or so I'm told. The creature continues it's assault, I can feel my mind going...blurring... <div align="left"><img src="Images\tent7.gif"></div> A new voice barges it's way into my head and slowly begins attacking my very consciousness whilst simultaneously setting off every single one of my pleasure zones, flooding my mind with dopamine and forcing me to react, the pleasure experienced is overwhelming and buries all thoughts of protest. I can't hold on for much longer...and I'm not sure I even want to. <div align="left"><img src="Images\tent8.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Nggghhh...Aghhh!"</span> @@.shudder;[[YES!]]@@
An intense orgasm sends shockwaves through my body, I can feel the creatures cum of corruption bleeding into me. There shouldn't be so many voices here, shouldn't be...we're not....we're...we...I...I am... <div align="center"><img src="Images\raynecthulu.jpg"></div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;'><span style="color: blueviolet;">"I AM WRIXITH!"</span></div> The End Tentacle rape? Really? So that's what you're into is it Bub? A little octopus porn get you off huh? What's next, fuckin' Anthro or some shit I bet?...why do I always get the fucking weird ones? Come on Squidly-fuckin-Diddly, I think we should try that again. Goddamnit, back to the [[Cell A]] entrance.
<span style="color: gold;">"Tell me Rayne, why have you come here?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"The Elevator needed a keycard."</span> <span style="color: gold;">"No, what brought you here?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"My legs."</span> <span style="color: gold;">"No, Rayne...clearly communication isn't one of your many finer points. What I meant to ask you was why here, this building? You knew coming here was dangerous, you knew there was a high risk of you being caught, of you having that beautiful mind of yours taken away, yet you risked it all the same. Maybe you secretly hoped you would get caught? Did you not always dream of a new start? Of not having such a..."disruptive" childhood? Do you not yearn to love and to have been truly loved? Is that why you tolerate the presence of The Watcher? You feel incomplete without them?"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bella2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"No! That's bullshit! $name is in my head because I don't have a fucking choice! I don't get a say in any of this! It's all a fucking nightmare! I relive this shit again and again and each time I hope whoever is in my head can save me, but they never do! They always want to see me get killed or transformed, brainwashed or fucking worse! It never ends! It just goes on and on and on and all the time I'm left here asking "Why me?", it's not FUCKING FAIR! Is it too much to ask to have MY own life back? The worst of it is, it's not real! Sure it is for you and for everyone else, but not me! I know exactly what this is and exactly what I am! Every fucked up thing that lives in my memory, every fucking blow I took? A word on a page written by a sick fuck with a stupid fucking name and I'm the only one who knows because that's the way I was written! To everyone else I'm just a fucking unstable delusional loser from the ass-end of nowhere best left avoided! I suffered through it all! Loss, pain, betrayal All because that's the way some fucking prick in his mom's basement wrote me! Who does that? How is that right? I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate this fucking world! Such a fucking horrible existence created by a sadistic fuck just because they can...Why won't it go away? I just want it to [[stop.]]"</span>
<<set $riddlesdone to true>> <span style="color: gold;">"As hard as I know it is to believe Rayne, I believe you. You want it all to stop? Well I can make that happen, Rayne. I can give you that release you so long for, a way out of this "game", a way to forget and to finally let go of all that hatred. To let it all just go. I shall ask you three riddles Rayne, just three. If you guess correctly, you may have the keycard to the elevator that blocks your way and then I shall place you back outside this domain. All of these events will be erased from your mind and any recall shall be thought of as dejavu and dismissed just as quickly. However, if but one answer given unto me is false, you shall get your release Rayne. You shall get what your heart desires most. Do you understand, Rayne?"</span> [[Are you prepared?]]
<span style="color: gold;">"Then I shall begin! I require but one word per answer and remember Rayne, you don't have to give me the correct answer. You can tell me to, how you say, "Fuck Off" if you think that's what you want. You can be reborn Rayne, just give up. Here is my first riddle: What’s long and hard with 'cum' in the middle?"</span> <<textbox "$riddle1" "">> [[The first answer]]
<<if $riddle1.toLowerCase() is "cucumber">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bella4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"Congratulations Rayne, you answered correctly! My next riddle won't be so....delicious."</span> She licks her lips. The cockier she appears, the more nervous I become. [[The Second Riddle]] <<else>> <span style="color: gold;">"Oh my! Did you guess incorrectly on purpose? Regardless, a deal is a deal."</span> She claps her hands together, suddenly and without warning all the lights in the room go out. I can feel some sort of sticky substance drip onto my shoulder, pooling around my feet. Blood? No, not blood...smells like...plastic? More and more liquid drips onto my body, sliding into the ever rising tide of goop. Soon the dripping becomes a constant flow and with no door or way to escape, the liquid just keeps rising. Within mere moments I am almost completely submerged. <span style="color: red;">"No! I can't die like this! I didn't mean it! I want to live! I want to...!"</span> The plastic rises above my thoat and up passed my mouth. I begin to feel my lungs burning, gasping for air. I open my mouth out of desperation and long thick fingers of oil make their way down my throat, filling my lungs with their black liquid darkness. The only sound I can hear is my heart slow to an eventual stop. Completely submerged and lost to the void around me, [[I blackout]] <</if>>
<span style="color: gold;">"My second riddle: I get longer when pulled, Fit well between breasts and seats Slide neatly into a hole, I can choke you when used incorrectly The harder you jerk, the better I work You can have me in a car, you can have me on a plane The faster you go, I'll stop death but not the pain. What am I?"</span> <<textbox "$riddle2" "">> [[The Second Answer]]
I come to on the floor of the cell, warm black plastic coats my body as Angel lies next to me smiling and softly running her long slender fingers over my thigh, caressing my skin, pausing every few seconds or so for a gentle kiss. <span style="color: gold;">"Ahh you have awoken. Please forgive my methods Rayne, but there really was no other way."</span> Something about her words sends alarm bells ringing inside my head. "No other way", what does that even mean? Unable to come up with my own answers, I decide against my better judgement to ask the source whilst not the slightest bit convinced I actually want to know. <span style="color: lightcoral;">"What the fuck does that...? My voice...? What the fuck have you done to my voice?"</span> Without providing any answers, Angel casually smiles again before standing up and slowly making her way around the room. This change, the words were mine but the sounds coming from my throat were much higher in pitch than what I would call my usual talking voice. This new sound eminating from my throat gave the impression someone had taken a buffer to my vocal chords and cleaned them up, polished and sparkling with such harmony and perfect tone. For the first time since regaining my senses, I realize that my voice isn't the only thing that had changed...I look down... <span style="color: lightcoral;">"WHAT THE FU...?"</span> <span style="color: gold;">"Shh Rayne, please don't be alarmed. This is after all what you asked for is it not? A new start, a new life? To provide you with all those things you desired so much, we had to begin anew. The first thing we needed to do was to replace your body."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"There were so many things going on inside that head of yours, an infinite struggle of two opposing sides. To create this new form I merely merged them together. THIS is who you truly are Rayne, the real you! A perfect storm of lust and anger, beautifully encapsulated in a single body...and you're all mine!"</span> Still pre-occupied with examining my new body, the words she speaks barely register at all. <span style="color: lightcoral;">"What is this obsession people seem to have with making my tits bigger? I swear as long as I live I will never understand...wait....sorry, what was that last part again? I'm all yours? Now hold a fuckityfoo on lady, I don't belong to anyone! Besides, as nice and as apopealing as you are, I'm afraid I don't swing..."</span> <span style="color: gold;">"Oh but you do Rayne, or rather you will soon enough. You see now that your body has been successfully altered, we need to attend to that rather jagged personality of yours...and that is something i shall personally be having a hand in. And there's no need to thank me, Rayne. It's completely MY pleasure!"</span> [[Another clap]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightcoral;">"Angel, Divine goddess, the most beautiful sight to behold! My soul is tied to hers, I could never leave her side, not that I would ever dream of doing so"</span> <span style="color: gold;">"hmmm...I do like this new you Rayne You're so much more...agreeable"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"We still have one small change my dear. You see as perfect as you are, you are still mortal, you shall grow old, wither and die and I, being rather fond of your company, simply cannot allow such a thing to pass. All it will take is one sweet climax, a single orgasm to mix your fluids with my own, then you shall rise far and above the pitiful beings of this world. You shall truly become DIVINE! Come lover, let me assist your ascent to the heavens!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"Almost there my sweet, sweet Rayne. Embrace this feeling, embrace me, embrace your true self and ASCEND!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne5.jpg"></div> [[A Final Clap]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne6.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"My Beautiful Goddess. As equals we stand, though you shall be forever subservient. You began as such an enigma, one begging to be solved, alas the puzzle became too great even for one such as yourself. On your knees and pledge your infinite loyalty to me! Rayne The Lustful, Rayne The Devourer, Rayne The Delectable, Bow before your one true Mistress!"</span> <span style="color: lightcoral;">"My beautiful Mistress. You gave me so much, and took away so much pain. You created me to compliment your image, crafted me after your own beautiful visage. I bow before you and pledge my unyielding fealty."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne7.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"...mmmm...You truly are the tastiest morsel aren't you my dear! Come we have so much to do and an eternity to enjoy it...[[And eachother.]]" </span>
<span style="color: lightcoral;">Together we witness stars burn Whole civilisations rise and fall. Light burning so brightly that lesser beings would have perished in it's searing magnificence. Eventually, as all life does, the universe begins to die. Whole worlds collapsing in on themselves, stars exploding, going out one by one. In the end there was naught but us, the single proof of life in a void of eternal nothingness. Mistress and I. Love and pure devotion at the end of the universe. Forever</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newrayne8.jpg"></div> The End. or is it? Wow....Kinda poetic. You know, I'm not too bummed out about this one. I mean yeah. end of the universe sounds boring as shit, but fuck, it beats some of the shit that could've happened. So...you ready to head back in? Gonna convince Disgracelands to let us skip those riddles first though Fuckin' hate riddles. Right, back to the [[Elevator]] unless you REALLY wanna try again (sicko!) <<linkreplace "Try again">><<goto "Are you prepared?">><</linkreplace>>.
<<if $riddle2.toLowerCase() is "seatbelt">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bella3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"Oh Rayne my dear, you are doing so well! Are you certain you do not wish to fall? It'd be so easy, just say the words and you'll be born anew"</span> [[Just ask your last riddle bitch!]] [[Maybe I really am just tired of all this]] <<else>> <span style="color: gold;">"Oh my! Did you guess incorrectly on purpose? Regardless, a deal is a deal."</span> She claps her hands together, suddenly and without warning all the lights in the room go out. I can feel some sort of sticky substance drip onto my shoulder, pooling around my feet. Blood? No, not blood...smells like...plastic? More and more liquid drips onto my body, sliding into the ever rising tide of goop. Soon the dripping becomes a constant flow and with no door or way to escape, the liquid just keeps rising. Within mere moments I am almost completely submerged. <span style="color: red;">"No! I can't die like this! I didn't mean it! I want to live! I want to...!"</span> The plastic rises above my thoat and up passed my mouth. I begin to feel my lungs burning, gasping for air. I open my mouth out of desperation and long thick fingers of oil make their way down my throat, filling my lungs with their black liquid darkness. The only sound I can hear is my heart slow to an eventual stop. Completely submerged and lost to the void around me, [[I blackout]] <</if>>
<span style="color: gold;">"Rayne, I have been more than patient with you thus far, but even the most holy of patience eventually runs thin. DO NOT test me girl! My third and final riddle goes thusly: The word may be simple, the word may be complex. I may have a name, but no gender or clues. I am often posed as a question, in a trinity sometimes delivered. Deliberately clever and confusing, though rarely obvious. Sometimes I am a statement, sometimes a word unraveled. I almost always have an answer, often it is hidden in plain sight. But until you find it, you shall go no further. What word am I?</span> <<textbox "$riddle3" "">> [[Give me that fucking Keycard already!]]
<span style="color: red;">"I...I...I give up. If it's true, that you really can take all this away from me, then I surrender. Do with me what you will."</span> She smiles so sweetly as she walks over and holds my head up to look straight at her eyes. <div align="center"><img src="Images\bella6.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"It's okay Rayne, I understand. You've suffered long enough, merely close your eyes and count to three. Your new life is about to begin.</span> I do as she asks <<timed 8s transition>><span style="color: darkred;">"One"</span><</timed>> <<timed 10s transition>><span style="color: darkred;">"Two"</span><</timed>> <<timed 12s transition>><span style="color: darkred;">"Three..."</span><</timed>> <<timed 14s transition>>Something cold and wet touches my forehead [[I blackout]]<</timed>>
<<if $riddle3.toLowerCase() is "riddle">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bella5.jpg"></div> <span style="color: gold;">"Well well well, so there is more to you than mere rage and beauty! Congratulations Rayne, here is your prize!"</span> Handing me a brown, dirt encrusted keycard, the look of disappointment on her face gives me the distinct impression I wasn't supposed to succeed at her challenges. <span style="color: gold;">"You may leave when you wish, but if should you ever find yourself longing to leave everything behind, feel free to revisit me once again. My offer and my door shall always remain forever open to you. Goodbye Rayne. [[I shall be keeping an eye on you]]"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"What the fuck ever."</span> <<else>> <span style="color: gold;">"Oh my! Did you guess incorrectly on purpose? Regardless, a deal is a deal."</span> She claps her hands together, suddenly and without warning all the lights in the room go out. I can feel some sort of sticky substance drip onto my shoulder, pooling around my feet. Blood? No, not blood...smells like...plastic? More and more liquid drips onto my body, sliding into the ever rising tide of goop. Soon the dripping becomes a constant flow and with no door or way to escape, the liquid just keeps rising. Within mere moments I am almost completely submerged. <span style="color: red;">"No! I can't die like this! I didn't mean it! I want to live! I want to...!"</span> The plastic rises above my thoat and up passed my mouth. I begin to feel my lungs burning, gasping for air. I open my mouth out of desperation and long thick fingers of oil make their way down my throat, filling my lungs with their black liquid darkness. The only sound I can hear is my heart slow to an eventual stop. Completely submerged and lost to the void around me, [[I blackout]] <</if>>
<<set $riddlesdone to true>> Alright $name, I...I need to get something off my chest before we go any further. I wanted you to know I really appreciated your help back there. I know I don't often say "thanks", it's not a word that comes easy to me and now that you know what you do about me, I guess you can probably see why. But saying that, given everything we've been through and how you've helped me avoid a number of shitty situations, I just wanted to say thank you, you've earned it. You...you're doing better than most ever have and who knows, maybe you'll actually get me out of this. We don't always meet eye to eye, let alone ever meeting face to face, that's something neither of us can help, I know. But if by some miracle or if somewhere some kind of dimensional tear in the fabric of space and time happens and we do get to meet, I'd like to buy you a drink, maybe hang out a bit too. Hell, could even go catch a flick or some shit! What I'm trying to say is, shit...I'm no good at this crap...$name, I like you. Fuckin' hilarious right? Considering how we first met, it's totally nuts I know! But you're alright and as much as I hate to admit it, I do owe you an apology for ragging on you so damn hard at the start of all this. It's just new faces, new "players", that kind of shit...it can be hard sometimes. So here it is, $name, I'm sorry. I really hope you understand and can find it in yourself to forgive me. I don't want us to hate eachother, I really need you in this. Sooo, we cool? <div align="center"><img src="Images\happyrayne.jpg"></div> Right, enough of this soppy shit. Let's get our sweet asses back to the [[Elevator]]!
The loud grinding of unmaintained machinery rattles throughout this caged deathtrap of an elevator. It's lights flickering sporadically on and off making my eyes sting a little. One things for certain, wherever this thing leads to, judging by the state of this elevator and the floor above me, it's my guess MC&R forgot about this place a fair while ago. Forgot or just didn't want to remember. I can relate to that last one but neither really fills me with confidence of making it out of this place in one piece. The elevator comes to a slow grinding halt, the dilapidated door mechanism tries desperately to fulfill it's purpose. The scraping sounds of metal on metal and the faint smell of burning signal an untimely end to the struggle going on outside the walls of this cabin. With the doors open barely a few inches, I'm left with no choice but to try and squeeze through. Think I can maybe... Gotta try to force the doors open a little more, if I can just push a little...I can feel the doors stubbornly fighting back against me, I throw all my weight against them. This extra effort is just enough to convince them to open a few inches more creating a big enough gap for me to make it through. The doors close violently behind me, never to open again. as if to flip me off with a final "Fuck you". I guess we've no choice now but to proceed forward. Can't see shit down here! Visibity was poor enough upstairs, but down here? Can barely see my hand infront of my face! Looking around I just about make out the grimy walls, a dark substance streaked across the surface throughout the corridor. Could be blood, could be rust or something else entirely. Either choice doesn't exactly fill me with much in the way of hope. Listening carefully to my surroundings, I can hear some kind of faint shuffling sounds in the rooms ahead. This better not be fuckin' zombies, I ain't exactly equipped to be tackling Z's. [[Investigate the sound]]
<<set $hasprincessagree to true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newoutfit3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"What the FUCK do you think you're doing Asshole!? FUCKIN' PERVY MUTHAFUCK...!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Aaaand I think this is where Rayne should take a little break don't you? You see $name, although I don't blame you for trying, Rayne really doesn't appreciate it when you sneak little looks at our totally fuckalicious body. Wheras me? I actually kinda like it...oh you should hear her now, super rude...and bits of it I'm sure are illegal! If you ask me, Rayne really needs to learn a few things about manners, like accepting strangers compliments about our wonderful figure and then thanking them in appropriate ways for example. Ugh, she's so...confrontational, it's so frutrating! But this is where you come in, $name! With a little guidance, you could allow me to gain control over our body, let Princess here make the decisions, bring Rayne around to my way of thinking. help her realise her true potential as a cockhungry Bimbo Fucktoy, whaddya think, $name? I can totally make it worth your while! You'll get to see us naked far more often and...mmm...so much more, I promise!</span> [[Betray Rayne]] [[No Deal]]
<<set $hasrayne to true>> Right. Sorry about that, didn't mean to keep you waiting, but thanks all the same. I know it was a little inconvienient, but couldn't really have me wandering around down here naked with all my, ahem, more sensitive bits on display for all the world to see, might draw the wrong kind of attention. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Spoilsport!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I see you're back then"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Well duh! Hiya $name!"</span> -wink- <span style="color: darkred;">"What was that?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"What was what?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"The winking. I winked. I didn't do it so that means you did...unless I've developed a twitch within the last few minutes, which honestly wouldn't surpise me either given what I'm having to cope with here."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I haven't a clue what you're talking about. Ain't nobody winking around here, nope, nosireebabs!"</span> -wink- <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> Well $name? What do you think? I look okay right? I know it's not ideal or as good as my own clothes, but I'm trying to make the best of a bad situation here. <div align="center"><img src="Images\newoutfit0.jpg"></div> Right, if we're all good and everyone is ready, shall we finall get our sweet asses up that [[Stairwell]]?
<<SetFlag "betray">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newoutfit5.jpg"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh aren't you just the best! I knew you'd see things my way! Just make sure Rayne keeps on leaning towards Princess' decisions and maybe, if you're lucky and really make me happy, you'll see more of...mmm....this"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newoutfit8.jpg"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Now run along back outside, I can feel Rayne's prescence getting stronger. Don't worry though, I'll be sure to erase her memory of our little discussion!" -giggle- "Yeps, all done!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\newoutfit1.jpg"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Best you go outside and [[wait For Rayne To Change]] </span>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\newoutfit4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">Hmph! You're just as ice-cold between those legs as she is! Don't you worry that sexy head of yours though, I've plenty of time to mould Rayne into what I want and I can do it with or without your help! I've waited years to be incontrol, I can wait a llittle more. -giggle- Just do a bit of memory correction, don't want her to know about our little discussion...and...yeps! All sorted! I think you'd better leave now, don't you?"</span> [[wait For Rayne To Change]]
One foot in front of the other, the stairs are an easy enough climb. <div align="center"><img src="Images\randd.jpg"></div> Well, this is...different. Kinda obvious this is where the budget went. The low hum of computers systems echo throughout the corridor and there's a slight sweet smell in the air here too. I originally noticed back in the hallway of the ground floor, but up here it's definitely much more prominent. As I make it to the top of the stairs, two female guards clad in identical black pvc outfits walk slowly by in precise unison. Their movements almost robotic in nature with faces devoid of any and all emotion. These sharply dressed Mistresses of Death, were [["Seekers"]].
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> Stepping foot into the room simply labelled "Offices" I gaze out at the neverending maze before me, a sea of cubicle after cubicle as far as the eye can see. This is going to be an absolute fucking nightmare. Still, aslong as I avoid eye-contact I should be fine. The labcoat I found earlier has an ID tag by the name of Mr. Cooper. Maybe if I find Cooper's desk, I might something useful. A sign on the door behind me and on the wall to my left reads in bright neon letters "Seeker Free Zone", good to know. [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]]
Doing my damned hardest to successfully and quickly sneak through the corridor of the second floor, I rush over to the entrance to the SX Assemply plant. Whatever happens here, I just don't want to get caught by those Seeker fuckers. I mean I ain't no fuckin' Damsel Daisy, but going toe to toe with Seekers? No thanks, would rather hang on to my limbs if it's all the same to you. [[and we're in]] <<set $myDelay to random (7, 12) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Terminated1">> <</timed>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\vats.jpg"></div> <<if $advice>> No, she was kind enough not to turn me in, I think bothering her again might be pushing what little luck I've had so far a bit too much. Best not to bother her again. [[Back to the Corridor]] <<else>> The soon as the door opens I'm hit full in the face with the stench of candyfloss flavored bubblegum, I guess we can safely assume this is the origin of that unusual smell I've been noticing all the time I've spent in this building. The air is so thick with that sweet taste, I can hardly breath...my stomach begins to churn and I start to feel like being sick everywhere could become a very real possibility. Better not spend too long in here. Looking around through the thick pink haze of bubblegum air, I can make out large vats filled with some sort of chemicals. This must be where MC&R brew all of their mind-warping toxins. One the side of the nearest vat I make out the letters "LSC-01". "LSC-01"? What the hell is that? Wanting to get some answers about this place and not really having much else in the way of options, I yell out to a vat attendant standing on a small ladder just ahead of me. <span style="color: red;">"Hey you! Yeah you, fucking Wario! What the hell is that fucking stink!? I can smell it from down stairs!"</span> The purple-clad weirdo on the ladder stops what they're doing, slowly descends the ladder and begins to purposely stride rather quickly towards me. <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"You do not belong here!"</span> Faster than I can react, from out of nowhere Wario produces a syringe and proceeds to drive it into my neck, pressing down on the plunger, injecting me with whatever chemical was sloshing around inside that glass tube. Expecting the worst, I brace myself...a few seconds pass...nothing. Infact I start to feel better, the bubblegum scent no longer seems as intrusive upon my senses as it was and the nauseous churning in my stomach disappears without a trace. Though indeed grateful to Wario here for doing whatever the fuck they just did, I still want some goddamn answers and with a little effort, I splutter out a few choice words. <span style="color: red;">"You had better have a DAMN good fuckin' excuse for what you just did!"</span> Wario pulls off his facemask and [[smiles.]] <</if>>
<<if Flag("keycard2")>> <<set $collar to false>> Looks like I'm all good, made it in here in one piece. Best not hang around though, this is like stepping into a nest of particularly nasty pvc wearing vipers. Just ahead pieces of metal and spare parts are strewn about the place. Must be some sort of Endo-skeleton assembly station. <div align="center"><img src="Images\x800.jpg"></div> Cautiously heading further in, I can see there's a two rooms adjacent to this one. The one with a small viewing window has massive pod-like chambers line the walls, best guess is they must be for the Endo mind transplants, whilst impossible to see whats inside the other, I can tell you that various loud noises, like someone fighting, is coming from within. The only other things of note in the room are an unusual black box on the workstation in the middle of the room which looks like it needs a keycard to open (good thing I kept that last one), and a small pile of spare parts and what looks like burnt out CPUs. Guess they had a bit of trouble getting some of this shit up and running. There's nothing else here worth messing about with as far as I can tell. [[Back To The Corridor]] [[Enter the Pod Room]] [[Investigate the noise]] I can have a go at opening that Box too if you like. Clever Fucko here made a good call in getting me to hang on to it! <<nobr>><span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Scan the keycard">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<timed 1s delay>>Verifying:<</timed>><<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>it's open!<</timed>> <<timed 11s delay>>Oooo An ID Collar Should keep those Seeker fucks off me for a while<br> <<next 0.5s>> <<set $collar to true>> <</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span><</nobr>> <<timed 23s>> <<if $collar is false>> <<goto "Terminated1">> <</if>> <</timed>> <<else>> Looks like I'm all good, made it in here in one piece. Best not hang around though, this is like stepping into a nest of particularly nasty pvc wearing vipers. Just ahead pieces of metal and spare parts are strewn about the place. Must be some sort of Endo-skeleton assembly station. <div align="center"><img src="Images\x800.jpg"></div> Cautiously heading further in, I can see there's a two rooms adjacent to this one. The one with a small viewing window has massive pod-like chambers line the walls, best guess is they must be for the Endo mind transplants, whilst impossible to see whats inside the other, I can tell you that various loud noises, like someone fighting, is coming from within. The only other things of note in the room are an unusual black box on the workstation in the middle of the room which looks like it needs a keycard to open and a small pile of spare parts and what looks like burnt out CPUs. Guess they had a bit of trouble getting some of this shit up and running. There's nothing else here worth messing about with as far as I can tell. [[Back to the Corridor]] [[Enter the Pod Room]] [[Investigate the noise]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Terminated1">> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $collar to true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\randd.jpg"></div> Should be okay out here now, just don't interact with anyone and try to keep a low profile. I'm just prayin' this fuckin' collar works. Thinking about it, I did find it amongst scraps...probably a good reason for that. Fuck it. If you think it's best to ditch it, we can ditch it. You're call $name. <span id="ReplaceMe">or <<link "Remove the collar">></span> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Hope you know what you're doing, where now? [[Chemicals]], [[Offices]] or try the [[Fire Escape]]<br> <<set $collar to false>> <<set $myDelay to random (2, 7) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<if $collar is false>> <<goto "Terminated2">> <</if>> <</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "Keep it">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Probably for the best, where to? [[Chemicals]], [[Offices]] or try the [[Fire Escape]]<br> <</replace>> <</link>>
<<if $collar is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pods.jpg"></div> Woah...Seeker mind transfer units line the walls, I shudder thinking of all the souls who's minds have been harvested by these machines. I can tell you right now, you are NOT getting me into one of those fucking things, so don't ask, okay? Luckily for me, there's plenty of computer equipment around here so the Seekers will have a hard time tracking me. So long as I'm in here, I should be okay. Looking across the room I see a computer on the desk with it's viewing panel on, might be worth a look [[check the computer]] or head [[Back To The Corridor]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pods.jpg"></div> Woah...Seeker mind transfer units line the walls, I shudder thinking of all the souls who's minds have been harvested by these machines. I can tell you right now, you are NOT getting me into one of those fucking things, so don't ask, okay? Luckily for me, there's plenty of computer equipment around here so the Seekers will have a hard time tracking me. So long as I'm in here, I should be okay. Looking across the room I see a computer on the desk with it's viewing panel on, might be worth a quick look. [[check the computer]] or head [[Back to the Corridor]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\seekered.jpg"></div> @@#blinky; <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> Intruder> Terminated </span></div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 1000); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 3200); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 5400); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 7600); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 9800); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 12000); }); <</script>> <<fadein 0.2s 6s>><div align='center' style="color: darkred;">Fucking Seekers! [[Next Floor]]</div><</fadein>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\punched.gif"></div> @@#blinky; <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> Intruder> Terminated </span></div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 1000); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 3200); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 5400); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 7600); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 9800); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 12000); }); <</script>> <<fadein 0.2s 6s>><div align='center' style="color: darkred;">Fucking Seekers! [[Next Floor]]</div><</fadein>>
<<if $collar is true>> Looks like I need to find a password... <div id="passwordArea"> Password: <<textbox "$password" "">> </div> <<link "Give this a try">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('password')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea">>[[Okay, let's see what we can see]] Yes! <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea">> Damnit...gonna have to keep looking <<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> [[Back To The Corridor]] <<else>> Looks like I need to find a password... <div id="passwordArea"> Password? <<textbox "$password" "">> </div> <<link "Give this a try">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('password')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea">>[[Okay, let's see what we can see]] Yes! <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea">> Damnit...gonna have to keep looking <<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> [[Back to the Corridor]] <</if>>
<<SetFlag "address">> <<if $collar is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\desktop.gif"></div> <<timed 3s transition>>An email? Should make for an interesting read...<</timed>> <<timed 4s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\email.jpg"></div><</timed>> <<timed 9s transition>><<nobr>><span id="ReplaceMe">An attachment? <<link "open attachment">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<SetFlag "address">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\attach.jpg"></div> Well, looks like it's time I paid this Miss D. a visit<br> <</replace>> <</link>></span><</nobr>><</timed>> <<timed 17s delay>> There's a few other files here if you wanna have a look, but if you believe we're done here, whaddya say we go give this twisted bitch "Miss.D" a house call? Fire Escape seems a good idea, you with me $name? Let me know when you're ready to get the fuck out of here. [[Email 1]] [[Email 2]] [[Email 3]] Head [[Back To The Corridor]]?<</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\desktop.gif"></div> <<timed 3s transition>>An email? Should make for an interesting read...<</timed>> <<timed 4s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\email.jpg"></div><</timed>> <<timed 9s transition>><<nobr>><span id="ReplaceMe">An attachment? <<link "open attachment">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<SetFlag "address">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\attach.jpg"></div> Well, looks like it's time I paid this Miss D. a visit<br> <</replace>> <</link>></span><</nobr>><</timed>> <<timed 17s delay>> There's a few other files here if you wanna have a look, but if you believe we're done here, whaddya say we go give this twisted bitch "Miss.D" a house call? Fire Escape seems a good idea, you with me $name? Let me know when you're ready to get the fuck out of here. [[Email 1]] [[Email 2]] [[Email 3]] Head [[Back to the Corridor]]?<</timed>> <</if>>
<<if Flag("address")>> <<goto "exit">> <<else>> No, not leaving yet, not without finding out where this bitch Miss.D lives [[Offices]] [[SX-700 Manufacture]] [[Chemicals]] <<set $myDelay to random (2, 8) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Terminated2">> <</timed>><</if>>
<<if $advice>> I come to, at least I think I do. I can't see anything, no light, no nothin, so for all I know, I could still be asleep. Lifting my head up feels so much harder to do than before, I reach up to feel what could be causing such an struggle. A helmet! My hands fumble with the mechanism but nothing I do shifts it in the slightest. It's at this moment something dawns on me and the possibility of being trapped inside a Seeker pod has become a very real concern. I'm dressed in somekind of rubber suit, i did notice a few of them lying around in the Pod room...oh no... <div align="center"><img src="Images\mindwipe.jpg"></div> Suddenly the darkness before me becomes a stream of bright light and images begin to flash before my eyes...getting harder to think...A message... .... .... ... .. . <<timed 8s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\erase.gif"></div> I remember Dastardly's advice to me, "Repeat the same phrase" <span style="color: red;">"I am Rayne, Get D, I am Rayne, Get D, I am Rayne, Get D, I am...</span> [[......]]<</timed>> <<else>> I come to, at least I think I do. I can't see anything, no light, no nothing, so for all I know, I could still be asleep. Lifting my head up feels so much harder to do than before, I reach up to feel what could be causing such an struggle. A helmet! My hands fumble with the mechanism but nothing I do shifts it in the slightest. It's at this moment something dawns on me and the possibility of being trapped inside a Seeker pod has become a very real concern. I'm dressed in somekind of rubber suit, i did notice a few of them lying around in the Pod room...oh no... <div align="center"><img src="Images\mindwipe.jpg"></div> Suddenly the darkness before me becomes a stream of bright light and images begin to flash before my eyes...getting harder to think...A message... .... .... ... .. . <<timed 8s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\erase.gif"></div><</timed>> <<timed 10s transition>>[[.......]]<</timed>> <</if>>
....... <<timed 6s transition>><<audio "morn" play>><div align="center"><img src="Images\eyes.gif"></div><</timed>> <<timed 12s delay>><<goto "pet">><</timed>>
<<if $collar is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\email1.jpg"></div> Uhh...okay...I admit I'm struggling with deciding who the bigger asshole is here. You done reading? [[Email 2]] [[Email 3]] [[Back To The Corridor]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\email1.jpg"></div> Uhh...okay...I admit I'm struggling with deciding who the bigger asshole is here. You done reading? [[Email 2]] [[Email 3]] [[Back to the Corridor]] <</if>>
<<if $collar is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\email2.jpg"></div> Catch the pigeon Shitfuck! Ha! [[Email 1]] [[Email 3]] [[Back To The Corridor]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\email2.jpg"></div> Catch the pigeon Shitfuck! Ha! [[Email 1]] [[Email 3]] [[Back to the Corridor]] <</if>>
<<if $collar is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\email3.jpg"></div> I really fucking hate those things, outfit ain't too bad though. [[Email 1]] [[Email 2]] [[Back To The Corridor]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\email3.jpg"></div> I really fucking hate those things, outfit ain't too bad though [[Email 1]] [[Email 2]] [[Back to the Corridor]] <</if>>
<<if $collar>> Where to now? [[SX-700 Manufacture]] [[Offices]] [[Chemicals]] [[Fire Escape]] <<else>> [[SX-700 Manufacture]] [[Offices]] [[Chemicals]] [[Fire Escape]] <<set $myDelay to random (2, 8) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Terminated2">> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $thisway>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"I swear I am never setting foot inside an office ever again"</span> [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[Behind]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles. [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <</if>> <<set $thisway to true>>
<<if $Behind>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles [[this way]] [[that way]] [[Ahead]] [[behind]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> It never ends! [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <</if>> <<set $ahead1 to true>>
<<if $ahead1>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles [[This Way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <</if>> <<set $ahead1 to true>>
<<if $behind>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> Fucksake... [[this way]] [[That Way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <</if>> <<set $behind to true>>
<<if $thatway>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles. [[this way]] [[That Way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles. [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <</if>> <<set $thatway to true>>
<<if $Thisway>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> Another junction. [[this way]] [[that way]] [[Ahead]] [[behind]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> Another junction. [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <</if>> <<set $Thisway to true>>
<<if $ahead2>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> Finally! A small plaque on the top right hand side of the cubicle before me reads [["Cooper's Cubicle"]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"Do you hear the 59' sound..."</span> What? It's a good song. [[This Way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <<set $ahead2 to true>> <</if>>
<<if $Behind>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles. [[This Way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\cubicles.jpg"></div> More Cubicles. [[this way]] [[that way]] [[ahead]] [[behind]] <</if>> <<set $Behind to true>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\coopers.jpg"></div> Well...I think it goes without saying that the computer here is fucked. Cooper must've thrown in the towel at MC&R and from what I hear about people who try to quit this place of their own free will, chances are Mr. Cooper didn't leave here peacefully either. Nothing on the desk seems to be of any real interest, maybe I should check inisde the drawers? [[Draw 1]] [[Draw 2]] [[Draw 3]] [[Draw 4]]
A few pencils, a calculator, not much else. [[Draw 2]] [[Draw 3]] [[Draw 4]]
A comic book.. <div align="center"><img src="Images\comic.jpg"></div> Seems Mr.Cooper is a bit of a pervy fuck whoever he is... [[Draw 1]] [[Draw 3]] [[Draw 4]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\password.jpg"></div> [[Yes!]]
I pull at the drawer but it seems jammed, an unusual ticking noise can be heard coming from within. Should I try giving it another extra hard tug or do you think it's best if I just leave it alone? [[just open it]] [[Draw 1]] [[Draw 2]] [[Draw 3]]
<<if $collar>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\faint.gif"></div> Well, it worked....kinda. Fucker fainted before I could touch him. Something to be said for tried and true I suppose. Right $name, let's head back to the Pod Room and [[check the computer]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\faint.gif"></div> Well, it worked....kinda. Fucker fainted before I could touch him. I suppose there's something to be said for tried and true though. Right $name, let's head [[Back to the Corridor]] <</if>>
<<if $collar>> <span style="color: red;">"Oh c'mon Mr. Tully, you can look the other way just this once can't you? I can make it worth your while..."</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"I...uhhh...."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Don't act like you're not interested, I can see you fantasizing about me, undressing me with those dark, strong manly eyes"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tullylips.gif"></div> Licking my lips, I slowly step forward, twirling his tie around my slender fingers. <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"Ahhhh....."</span> <span style="color: red;">"You want to squeeze my buttocks together don't you, you wan't to turn them into one big juicy giant peach!"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"I'll let you do it Mr. Tully. I'll let you bend me over, let you take me hard and fast, show me what a REAL man you can be! I bet that cock of yours is something legendary, something only the luckiest girls get to scream about.".</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\crotch.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...mmm...."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Why you're rock-hard already Mr. Tully"</span> I lean in close to whisper into his ear, so close he can feel my hot breath on his skin. I see a bead of sweat run down the side of his face. Time to go in for the kill. <span style="color: darkred;">"I want you to FUCK me Mr. Tully. Fuck me so hard I'll think I had a Mindwipe. Can you do that Mr. Tully? Can you fuck my mind out of me?"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"...pffffghwddle...</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\faint.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Oh Come on!? Really?"</span> Fucksake. I put my best seductive moves on full display and look what happens! What the fuck is it with men!? They're either rapists or...or whatever the hell this guy is...ugh, c'mon $name, back to the Pod Room to [[check the computer]] before Romeo here comes to. <<else>> <span style="color: red;">"Oh c'mon Mr. Tully, you can look the other way just this once can't you? I can make it worth your while..."</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"I...uhhh...."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Don't act like you're not interested, I can see you fantasizing about me, undressing me with those dark, strong manly eyes"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tullylips.gif"></div> Licking my lips, I slowly step forward, twirling his tie around my slender fingers. <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"Ahhhh....."</span> <span style="color: red;">"You want to squeeze my buttocks together don't you, you wan't to turn them into one big juicy giant peach!"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"I'll let you do it Mr. Tully. I'll let you bend me over, let you take me hard and fast, show me what a REAL man you can be! I bet that cock of yours is something legendary, something only the luckiest girls get to scream about.".</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\crotch.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...mmm...."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Why you're rock-hard already Mr. Tully"</span> I lean in close to whisper into his ear, so close he can feel my hot breath on his skin. I see a bead of sweat run down the side of his face. Time to go in for the kill. <span style="color: darkred;">"I want you to FUCK me Mr. Tully. Fuck me so hard I'll think I had a Mindwipe. Can you do that Mr. Tully? Can you fuck my mind out of me?"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"...pffffghwddle...</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\faint.gif"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Oh Come on!? Really?"</span> Fucksake. I put my best seductive moves on full display and look what happens! What the fuck is it with men!? They're either rapists or...or whatever the hell this guy is...ugh, c'mon $name, let's head [[Back to the Corridor]]. <</if>>
<span style="color: Aquamarine;">"Somebody raise the alarm! We've got a runner! Does anyone know the procedure? Do we chase her?"</span> <span style="color: orange;">"Nah, the Seeker's will get her don't you worry. Best stay out of their way lad if you know whats good for you"</span> Sprinting past the cubicles, one after another, I breath a sigh of relief when I make it to the door and open it, straight into a squad of Seekers... <span class="dumb_terminal" style="color: chartreuse;">Target Acquired: Priority Alpha One. Prepare to Seekerize!</span> [[...fuck my life]]
<span style="color: Aquamarine;">"Uhh excuse me miss!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tully.jpg"></div> I turn to see a somewhat small man with glasses, doing his best to look like I should take his intrusion seriously yet failing miserably. looking at his very prominent name badge, I see this loser is commonly known as "Tully". Looks like a Mr. Dweeb to me. President Dweeb of the nerd association, King Geek of Virginosity, Prince of the planet Plonker, God of...oh you get the idea. <span style="color: red;">"Can I help you...Tully is it?"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"That's "Mister Tully" to you! You shouldn't be here! You certainly don't look like a Mr. Cooper and if you did it'd still be astonishing as he disappeared...under mysterious circumstances! You had better start coming up with a few good reasons as to why I shouldn't report you immediately or by golly there will be some levels of hell to pay!"</span> [[Allow Fisty to answer this one]] or try to [[Seduce]] him..."Seduce" him? Really? <<linkreplace "Ask About Miss. D">><span style="color: red;">"So this complete Bitchbiscuit Miss D, who the fuck is she?"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">THAT is privaledged information Missy! And YOU are certainly not privaledged! Besides which, I don't know. But I shall one day soon, oh yes, one day soon they won't be mocking Tully Morranis anymore! My day shall come and you will ALL rue this day! START RUING ALL OF YOU!...ahem....I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hget carried away with the possibilities of such power...look, are you going to tell me who you are or not? Why do you keep dodging my question?</span><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Ask About Kona">><span style="color: red;">"That hulking nugget of a stinkfuck downstairs, what's his deal?"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"Brute! Utter philistine! That viscious drunk bastard keeps stealing my lunch money! FIVE UNDERPANTS, RUINED! One of these days I shall be the ONE pulling underwear over HIS head! He's only been hired because he gets things done and is cheap because most of the things that he's asked to do involve violence and violence happens to be his hobby. Bit too rapey for my liking though, smells like vomit in a used sweatsock too. Anything else?</span><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Ask about Mr. Cooper">><span style="color: red;">"So what happened to the guy that worked here? Cooper was it?"</span> <span style="color: Aquamarine;">"Mr. Cooper was of the shall we say, Insubordinate nature, thought spending resources finding this "Pyper" woman wasnt appropriate. Many of us share the same views of course as dedicating such time and such research, to the capture of a single individual is complete and utter ridiculousness! Especially a nobody nothing from the pathetic wastes of 7G! It would also help us all immensely if the profile sheet wasn't locked off too, I mean how one is supposed to find an indivdual without knowing any details whatsoever other than her name, I don't know. We can't even view the photo, file says it's corrupted. It's like finding keys in the dark, only there are a thousand other keys there too. However, despite us sharing a similar view to the aforementioned Mr. Cooper, the rest of us employees know better than to go barking drunk at our superiors about it! As far as where he is now goes, I am aware he and that vermin family of his departed the city though not being his keeper, I cannot say for certain where they went."</span><</linkreplace>> [[Run]]
I give it a super extra hard pull and to my excitement it opens! -click- <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh shit..."</span> A needle shoots from a hidden compartment somewhere within the cubicle and sticks me straight in the leg. <span style="color: red;">"Fu..." </span><span style="color: hotpink;">-giggle-</span> An unearving laugh comes out of nowhere and echoes around my mind. <span style="color: red;">"Wha...?"</span> <span style="color: hotpink;">-giggle-</span> Another? only this one doesn't seem to be inside my head...it actually came from me...!? Butterlfies begin to dance in my stomach and I can feel the need to laugh hysterically overwhelm me. <span style="color: hotpink;">-giggle- -giggle- -giggle-</span> As giggle after giggle rises from my stomach and leaves my mouth, my last coherent thought is that given the opportunity to do it all again, I probably shouldnt go nosing into people private things, especially in a building designed to rob anyone of their free will. A lesson truly learned. <span style="color: hotpink;">-giggle- -giggle- -giggle-</span> [[-giggle-]]
A small flock of office workers come gather round, bleating like noisy sheep about what the commotion was and why a loud and slightly manic laughter could be heard coming from a former employees cubicle. One of the sheep pipes up. <span style="color: orange;">"Goddamnit! How'd she get in here? That's the third one this week! Jameson, get that fucking thing out of that desk, it's costing the company thousands in cleanup crews! Marquis, call that Creeper fella down at the docks"</span> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"You mean that asshole with the hat?"</span> <span style="color: orange;">"Yes, call the "asshole with the hat" and tell him that we've got another drone for him."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\drawend.jpg"></div> The End or is it? You just couldn't resist could you? you had to have me go poking around in every nook and cranny! You happy now your royal Fuckness? And to top it all off, we gotta go all the way back to the office door! Damnit Fucko! Just take us back to the [[Offices]] already.
<div align="center"><img src="Images\rayneseeker.jpg"></div> The end or is it? Well, coulda been worse I guess no ones gonna fuck with me now at least I mean LOOK AT ME!...I'm a brainless FUCKING machine, or near enough! $name you are a total fucking dipshit and I hate you, I want you to know this. Ughh...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out but c'mon, we can do better here i know it. Try talking to the nerd again, maybe we might be able to get out of this with my free will intact and operational. Ya dig? Right, back to [["Cooper's Cubicle"]]
<<if $collar is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\training.gif"></div> Looks like they're testing out a newly created Seeker's fighiting protocals, and she's kicking some serious fucking ass right now. Best leave em' to it before I draw any unwanted attention to myself. [[Enter the Pod Room]] or head [[Back To The Corridor]] <<else>> <span class="dumb_terminal" style="color: chartreuse;">Intruder detected</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\punched.gif"></div> <<linkreplace "...fuck my life">><<goto "T3">><</linkreplace>> <</if>>
Don't need to head back there just yet. [[Offices]] [[Fire Escape]] [[Chemicals]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\dastardly.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"You're a...woman?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"To answer your former question, yes I do and to the latter, yes I am."</span> I sense an almost overwhelming air of superiority about this one, as if everyone else around her is so far beneath her and barely worthy of her time if at all. She kind of reminded me of the mother form the first Foster family I was thrown into, but that's another story and shall be told another time. <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"I see your observational skills are quite astounding Ms Rayne."</span> You can add sarcasm to that air of superiority I sensed. I can see this bitch is gonna twist my tits the wrong fucking way already. <span style="color: red;">"How...how'd you know my name? Why the fuck haven't you tried brainwashing me like everyone else around here? And what the fuck did you do to my neck!?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"Three questions all about you makes you sound rather egotistical young lady, you don't have much in the way of being tactful when it comes to first impressions do you."</span> <span style="color: red;">"What?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">Deaf as well as rude. -sigh- Very well, if you allow me to introduce myself I shall endeavour to answer all your questions in due course. Firstly, I am Debs Dastardly, head of MC&R Research and winner of the International Evil and Crazy schemes award 2077, something I must say I was rather proud of as I utterly swept away any and all competition with moderate ease! As for your neck? An Anti-luscious serum of my own creation! With the noxious Luscious fumes in here, it would only be a matter of time before you became a giggling mass with a jelly brain and an IQ lower than your average house plant. An aftermath of such proportions would be catastrophic! My generous financer Miss.D has a very keen interest in you indeed and has you listed as "Priority One Alpha", meaning you my dear, in all your...ahem..."colorful" glory, are an incredibly valuable asset. For whatever reason, you are not to be harmed in any way, her orders were very clear...and besides, I have my own interests to protect."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Your own interests huh? So you gonna turn me in?"</span> Placing her hand on her chin and tilting her head to one side, an expression of deep thought spreads calmly across her face as her as she looks me up and down. Several awkward moments pass before she lowers her hand and sweetly smiles at me. <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"No. You've made it this far, I see no reason why your mission should not succeed. You see I know why you're here and though our end goals may differ greatly and the downfall of Miss.D may put a temporary halt to my research, ultimately my creativity will become less restricted and I could continue to focus my efforts on something truly beneficial to mankind...such as the complete and utter total extermination of that utter smug BASTARD [[Peter Pittstop!]]"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Peter who?"</span>
<<if $collar is true>> <<set $advice to true>> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"YES! Kindly refrain from say his fucking name in my presence!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"But you just...</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"I fucking know what I just fucking said you fucking crimson-haired wench! That pathetic Himbo somehow manages to thwart all my plans! Every single one of them! I don't know if there's a mole in the company, if he's bugged my bedroom, or even if he's listening through my fucking floorboards at night! It's embarrasing if nothing else! That little shit stole my dog! Arrogant fucker ruined months of research!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Sounds like a right cunt"</span> Before continuing the conversation, Debs takes a few moments to compose herself. It's odd watching someone else do breathing exercises in order to calm down. I had been doing them for years to try and sort my own issues out, didn't always work but sometimes they got me through a few tougher disagreements where violence would've resulted in someone losing a tooth...or an ear. Satisfied her rage had passed, she continued. <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"...yes...Now Rayne, I expect you're a busy woman and though Seekers are not allowed within this particular lab, they will stop you at a moments notice without an ID collar. But I see you already have one, my my, you are a clever girl aren't you. If you have any further questions, you may ask, but be quick as my precious Luscious doesn't brew itself and believe it or not I have deadlines to meet.</span> <<linkreplace "What the fuck is 'Luscious'?">><span style="color: red;">"So uh...this Luscious shit you're working on, what is it?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"Ahh! "Luscious" or rather to give it it's correct scientific name "Lusciousoxiphateapheromoniumtwoandthreefromfive", is my own invention created at the behest of Miss.D and believe you me Miss Rayne, it is far from "shit". Luscious comes in many forms, though the most common one being a pink viscous goo. Once Luscious has been administered, the subject experiences hullicinations, Vivid dreams designed to bring out their Lust, their seductive nature and pushing this aspect of their personality to the forefront whilst all other personaity traits become secondary or forgotten completely. The process varies from subject to subject of course, but the results are always the same. Unfortunately it's creation leads to various toxic and mind-altering gasses being released, thus your injection. These gases which can also be used in the application of control or mind-wiping, promote forgetfulness and a procreation based singlemindedness"</span> <span style="color: red;">"You mean...?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"Yes. They become a cock-hungry Bimbo with less IQ than your average traffic attendant. With men the result is more or less the same, yet with much more in the way of physical changes of course. They keep their genitalia reasonably intact, but everything else? Completely Bimbofied"</span> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Why is Miss.D hunting me?">><span style="color: red;">"Why is Miss.D hunting me? Why the fuck am I so important?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"hmmm...though it irritates me that once again all your questions are all about you, I cannot deny they all are all extremely valid, one might even say "good questions". The truth is Rayne, nobody knows. The order came through approximately three weeks ago that you were to be captured and handed over to Miss. D alive and with as little mental damage done as possible. Worst case scenario, if peacful apprehension was impossible, you were to be Seekered using a prototype program. An educated...ahem...guess, would be that this order was born from something of a personal goal of Miss. D's. Not in company interests, but from a vendetta or grudge she might bear, if you will. Tell me, do you recall doing anything involving MC&R representitives at all? Maybe step on the wrong toes recently?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"No, nothing springs to mind...but then again I DO piss A LOT of people off, so who knows"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"Hmmm...interesting...the only thing that can be said for certain is she wants you badly, of that there is no doubt...but why alive? It doesn't make any sense. Unless it's something from your past catching up to you? A loose end from your youth perhaps? I hear your upbringing was quite tumultuous and less than ideal."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Please, I...I don't talk about my past, there's alot back there that gets painful, that's why I try not to think about it. No offence, but I doubt anyone like you could ever understand."</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"As unusual as it may seem Rayne, I do understand completely and can indeed sympathize with you and your experiences. You see I wasn't always this brilliant scientist, I took plenty of blows before becoming who I am today and I recognize a survivor when I see one. And that my dear, albeit a rather brash one, is you."</span> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Any Advice?">><span style="color: red;">"Any advice?"</span> <span style="color: rebeccapurple;">"Advice? My dear I am not in the habit of giving others an advantage."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Not even if I said "fuckityplease"?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">-chuckle- "Oh Miss Rayne, you do make for the strangest conversations. I do believe that isn't even a word! But, I suppose a little "leg-up" wouldn't go amiss. Very well, here is my advice. IF in the course of events you do find yourself being Mindwiped, keep on repeating the same phrase and concentrate hard. Keep the phrase simple, just a few words and your subconsious WILL remember! Sooner or later it will break through the conditioning and restore you to your colorful self. Now, if that is all the questions you have for me, you'd better be going."</span><</linkreplace>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dastardly2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"And Rayne, good luck!"</span> [[Back to the Corridor]] <<else>> <<set $advice to true>> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"YES! Kindly refrain from say his fucking name in my presence!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"But you just...</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"I fucking know what I just fucking said you fucking crimson-haired wench! That pathetic Himbo somehow manages to thwart all my plans! Every single one of them! I don't know if there's a mole in the company, if he's bugged my bedroom, or even if he's listening through my fucking floorboards at night! It's embarrasing if nothing else! That little shit stole my dog! Arrogant fucker ruined months of research!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Sounds like a right cunt"</span> Before continuing the conversation, Debs takes a few moments to compose herself. It's odd watching someone else do breathing exercises in order to calm down. I had been doing them for years to try and sort my own issues out, didn't always work but sometimes they got me through a few tougher disagreements where violence would've resulted in someone losing a tooth...or an ear. Satisfied her rage had passed, she continued. <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"...yes...Now Rayne, I expect you're a busy woman and though Seekers are not allowed within this particular lab, they will stop you at a moments notice without an ID collar. I remember seeing one in the SX Assembly plant the last time I was over there, might be a good idea to get yourself one as soon as possible! If you have any further questions, you may ask, but be quick as my precious Luscious doesn't brew itself and believe it or not I have deadlines to meet.</span> <<linkreplace "What the fuck is 'Luscious'?">><span style="color: red;">"So uh...this Luscious shit you're working on, what is it?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"Ahh! "Luscious" or rather to give it it's correct scientific name "Lusciousoxiphateapheromoniumtwoandthreefromfive", is my own invention created at the behest of Miss.D and believe you me Miss Rayne, it is far from "shit". Luscious comes in many forms, though the most common one being a pink viscous goo. Once Luscious has been administered, the subject experiences hullicinations, Vivid dreams designed to bring out their Lust, their seductive nature and pushing this aspect of their personality to the forefront whilst all other personaity traits become secondary or forgotten completely. The process varies from subject to subject of course, but the results are always the same. Unfortunately it's creation leads to various toxic and mind-altering gasses being released, thus your injection. These gases which can also be used in the application of control or mind-wiping, promote forgetfulness and a procreation based singlemindedness"</span> <span style="color: red;">"You mean...?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"Yes. They become a cock-hungry Bimbo with less IQ than your average traffic attendant. With men the result is more or less the same, yet with much more in the way of physical changes of course. They keep their genitalia reasonably intact, but everything else? Completely Bimbofied"</span> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Why is Miss.D hunting me?">><span style="color: red;">"Why is Miss.D hunting me? Why the fuck am I so important?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"hmmm...though it irritates me that once again all your questions are all about you, I cannot deny they all are all extremely valid, one might even say "good questions". The truth is Rayne, nobody knows. The order came through approximately three weeks ago that you were to be captured and handed over to Miss. D alive and with as little mental damage done as possible. Worst case scenario, if peacful apprehension was impossible, you were to be Seekered using a prototype program. An educated...ahem...guess, would be that this order was born from something of a personal goal of Miss. D's. Not in company interests, but from a vendetta or grudge she might bear, if you will. Tell me, do you recall doing anything involving MC&R representitives at all? Maybe step on the wrong toes recently?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"No, nothing springs to mind...but then again I DO piss A LOT of people off, so who knows"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"Hmmm...interesting...the only thing that can be said for certain is she wants you badly, of that there is no doubt...but why alive? It doesn't make any sense. Unless it's something from your past catching up to you? A loose end from your youth perhaps? I hear your upbringing was quite tumultuous and less than ideal."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Please, I...I don't talk about my past, there's alot back there that gets painful, that's why I try not to think about it. No offence, but I doubt anyone like you could ever understand."</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"As unusual as it may seem Rayne, I do understand completely and can indeed sympathize with you and your experiences. You see I wasn't always this brilliant scientist, I took plenty of blows before becoming who I am today and I recognize a survivor when I see one. And that my dear, albeit a rather brash one, is you."</span> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Any Advice?">><span style="color: red;">"Any advice?"</span> <span style="color: rebeccapurple;">"Advice? My dear I am not in the habit of giving others an advantage."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Not even if I said "fuckityplease"?"</span> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">-chuckle- "Oh Miss Rayne, you do make for the strangest conversations. I do believe that isn't even a word! But, I suppose a little "leg-up" wouldn't go amiss. Very well, here is my advice. IF in the course of events you do find yourself being Mindwiped, keep on repeating the same phrase and concentrate hard. Keep the phrase simple, just a few words and your subconsious WILL remember! Sooner or later it will break through the conditioning and restore you to your colorful self. Now, if that is all the questions you have for me, you'd better be going."</span><</linkreplace>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dastardly2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: RebeccaPurple;">"And Rayne, good luck!"</span> [[Back to the Corridor]] <</if>>
Climbing the stairs I think I can hear what sounds like circus music above me. not even wanting to know what the hell that is all about, I consider it probably a good idea we went this way. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hmph....but I love the circus!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Not me. Clowns totally creep me out."</span> The corridor ahead of me lends no clue as to what could be awaiting me on this floor. I take adavntage of the fact it's deserted and hurry forward.<div align="center"><img src="Images\thirdfloor.jpg"></div> A single door lies ahead and despite how empty this place is, I can't shake the feeling someone is watching us and wants us to go in. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Me?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"No not...well, yes you but...I dunno, this all just seems too easy."</span> [[open the door]]
<span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yay! See what happens when you chill out Rayne? People start giving you what YOU want!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"What? But I....fine! But if we get in shit, just remember, it's your fault $name!"</span> This part of the MC&R building is much darker and dingier than it's pristine and brightly lit counterparts below. With shelving units piled sky-high and sacktrucks, paperwork, picking-ticket machines, clipboards and trolleys all scattered around throughout the room, it's a safe thing to assume that this is the MC&R in-house warehouse. Various MC&R products of questionable uses and multiple colors adorn the shelves. Clothing, toys, liquids, gels, edibles, paints and so much more, all products focusing on the dubious art of hypnosis, brainwashing and mind control and all packed neatly into boxes and placed side by side and on top of eachother overlooking the warehouse floor. Somewhere in the distance I think I can hear the faint sound of circus music, as if a Big Top was open for all to see just beyond the myriad of shelves and various stock moving apparatus. Despite there being clear evidence that this area is used often and almost certainly recently too, there doesn't seem to be anyone in sight that I can... <span style="color: green;">"H</span><span style="color: yellow;">EL</span><span style="color: cyan;">LO</span><span style="color: pink;"> MY</span><span style="color: yellow;"> PR</span><span style="color: cyan;">ET</span><span style="color: green;">TY"</span> Startled I jump what could have been a fair few feet into the air and turn to see...a fucking clown!? <div align="center"><img src="Images\clown2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"EEEK! HIS HEADS ON FIRE!"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"W</span><span style="color: pink;">H</span><span style="color: yellow;">A</span><span style="color: cyan;">T</span><span style="color: orange;">!?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Shit, sorry. My friend is a little...tactless."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Will you shut the fuck up!? Have you seen the size of this guy? I do not wish to be skinned alive and buggered! Just be quiet and let me do the talking."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Whoopsie....sorry Rayne"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"WH</span><span style="color: pink;">O'</span><span style="color: yellow;">S H</span><span style="color: cyan;">EA</span><span style="color: orange;">DS</span><span style="color: cyan;"> ON</span><span style="color: pink;"> FI</span><span style="color: yellow;">RE</span><span style="color: cyan;">?</span> <span style="color: orange;">TH</span><span style="color: cyan;">AT</span><span style="color: pink;">'S </span><span style="color: yellow;">AG</span><span style="color: cyan;">AI</span><span style="color: orange;">NS</span><span style="color: cyan;">T H</span><span style="color: pink;">EA</span><span style="color: yellow;">LT</span><span style="color: cyan;">H A</span><span style="color: orange;">ND</span><span style="color: plum;"> SA</span><span style="color: cyan;">FE</span><span style="color: pink;">TY</span><span style="color: yellow;"> RE</span><span style="color: cyan;">GU</span><span style="color: orange;">LA</span><span style="color: cyan;">TI</span><span style="color: pink;">ON</span><span style="color: yellow;">S!</span><span style="color: cyan;"> I S</span><span style="color: orange;">HA</span><span style="color: yellow;">LL</span><span style="color: cyan;"> HA</span><span style="color: orange;">VE</span><span style="color: cyan;">TO </span><span style="color: yellow;"> RE</span><span style="color: cyan;">PO</span><span style="color: orange;">RT</span><span style="color: cyan;"> IT</span><span style="color: pink;">!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Really? You mean you don't...? [[Nevermind]]."</span>
<span style="color: cadetblue;">"...when they march in here with all that firepow..."</span> Seriously, let me hit him again <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...they be all "whooosh" and then like "ratatatatat"...."</span> This is THE one time you'll see me beg. <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...like monkey diarrhea..."</span> Please? For the love of sanity $name, let me hit him! <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...dresses, pesky Pikachu dresses..."</span> I PROMISE not to call you "Fucko" again? <span style="color: cadetblue;">"...asian biscuits....You hear me BITCH!? Whuh..what...what? What you lookin' at me like dat for?"</span> Puhhhleeeaase $name? <div align="left"><img src="Images\pony.gif"></div> [[Oh Baby, YES!]] or [[Really? Damnit.]]
Despite living through all the violence, despite hating pretty much everyone, as hard as it may be to believe, this was only the second time I had ever killed a man. The first was...no...that's another story for another time. Though considering how things are turning out today, I'm sure my killcount will rise soon enough...and fuck me was I ever feeling ready for it. A couple of items had spilled out onto the floor next to Charlie's still twitching corpse, probably originating from those extra deep pockets of his. Honestly, anytime the guy had to dig something out of those things, the Fucker always took forever doing it...wait...oh that's just gross! A crystal ball housed in a see-through box with smaller crystals inside sparkles wildly, drawing my gaze...something tells me it's best left alone. The other object lying next to the ball certainly grabs my interest...a keycard...for MC&R Industries? Charlie couldn't have been working for them could he? I mean like Alice I try and believe at least three impossible things before breakfast but this? Charlie was an asshole and as fucking dumb as they come, why would a company like MC&R want to associate themselves with him? Though I still say I'm not a thief, this is coming with me. If what my suspicions about Charlie are true, that means this son of a bitch was gonna sell me out, probably gonna deliver me to some slavers for a quick buck, all Gift wrapped and helpless. Nasty fuckers those slavers though, barely human at all. Most of em had parts of their brain replaced or "augmented" which makes them far more efficient hunters, far more fucking insane too. I saw one of them rip a mans leg off once using nothing more than their bare hands, beat the poor bastard's buddy to death with it...there's probably a joke in there somewhere. Sorry Charlie, but you crossed a line...and then pissed all over it. [[Head To The Labs]]
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<span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Rayne, he's scaring me. Let's go back to the 3rd like you wanted. Please? I should never have opened my pretty mouth, okay? We'll just go back and forget any of this ever happened."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">But we're here now. As strange as this guys appearance might be, he's not tried to hurt us or brainwash us or anything yet. I swear the second he begins to get all overly Wipe-happy, we'll get the fuck out of here, but until then, let's just talk to the guy. You never know, Fucker could be useful."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Ok Rayne, if you're certain. But please don't do anything dumb, I'm alive now and I really want us to stay alive and not get killed by some creepzies clown."</span> <span style="color: red;">"He's not gonna kill us! Will you relax!?"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"AR</span><span style="color: pink;">E Y</span><span style="color: yellow;">OU</span><span style="color: cyan;"> OK</span><span style="color: orange;">?</span> <span style="color: cyan;">YO</span><span style="color: pink;">U'</span><span style="color: yellow;">RE</span><span style="color: cyan;"> TA</span><span style="color: orange;">LK</span><span style="color: cyan;">IN</span><span style="color: pink;">G T</span><span style="color: yellow;">O Y</span><span style="color: cyan;">OU</span><span style="color: orange;">RS</span><span style="color: cyan;">EL</span><span style="color: pink;">F."</span> <span style="color: red;">"I am not talking to..."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"We are though."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Shut up!"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"YO</span><span style="color: pink;">U S</span><span style="color: yellow;">UR</span><span style="color: cyan;">E Y</span><span style="color: orange;">OU</span><span style="color: cyan;">'R</span><span style="color: pink;">E N</span><span style="color: yellow;">OT</span><span style="color: cyan;"> CR</span><span style="color: orange;">AZ</span><span style="color: cyan;">Y?</span><span style="color: pink;"> IF</span><span style="color: yellow;"> TH</span><span style="color: cyan;">ER</span><span style="color: orange;">E'</span><span style="color: cyan;">S O</span><span style="color: pink;">NE</span><span style="color: yellow;"> TH</span><span style="color: cyan;">IN</span><span style="color: orange;">G I</span><span style="color: cyan;">CA</span><span style="color: pink;">NT</span><span style="color: yellow;"> ST</span><span style="color: cyan;">AN</span><span style="color: orange;">D</span> <span style="color: cyan;">IT</span><span style="color: pink;">'S</span><span style="color: yellow;"> CR</span><span style="color: cyan;">AZ</span><span style="color: orange;">Y P</span><span style="color: cyan;">EO</span><span style="color: pink;">PL</span><span style="color: yellow;">E!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Sorry. Please accept my sincere apologies...uhhh...clown? I'm going through a bit of a...thing right now and..."</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"BI</span><span style="color: orange;">TT</span><span style="color: cyan;">ER</span><span style="color: pink;">GU</span><span style="color: yellow;">MS."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Sorry, Mr. Bittergums."</span> <span style="color: pink;">"MI</span><span style="color: yellow;">SS </span><span style="color: cyan;">BI</span><span style="color: orange;">TT</span><span style="color: cyan;">ER</span><span style="color: pink;">GU</span><span style="color: yellow;">MS!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"What? Oh...okay...[[Miss...sorry]]."</span>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"He doesn't look like a Miss, Rayne and I'm pretty sure I can see his penis too. It's kinda sticking right out of his..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"I swear I'm going to fucking hurt you in a minute!"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"FR</span><span style="color: pink;">UI</span><span style="color: yellow;">T L</span><span style="color: cyan;">OO</span><span style="color: orange;">P!</span> <span style="color: cyan;">I C</span><span style="color: pink;">AN</span><span style="color: yellow;"> HE</span><span style="color: cyan;">LP</span><span style="color: orange;"> WI</span><span style="color: cyan;">TH</span><span style="color: khaki;"> TH</span><span style="color: pink;">AT</span><span style="color: yellow;">!</span> <span style="color: cyan;">IF</span><span style="color: orange;"> YO</span><span style="color: cyan;">U'</span><span style="color: pink;">D K</span><span style="color: yellow;">IN</span><span style="color: cyan;">DL</span><span style="color: orange;">Y S</span><span style="color: plum;">TE</span><span style="color: cyan;">P </span><span style="color: pink;">OV</span><span style="color: yellow;">ER</span><span style="color: cyan;"> HE</span><span style="color: orange;">RE, </span><span style="color: cyan;">I C</span><span style="color: pink;">AN</span><span style="color: yellow;"> DE</span><span style="color: cyan;">MO</span><span style="color: orange;">NS</span><span style="color: yellow;">TR</span><span style="color: cyan;">AT</span><span style="color: orange;">E!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"No, I'm good thanks."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"But she's right Rayne, we are pretty much talking to ourselves here. Maybe the clown penis lady has a point...he's looking at us weird Rayne."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"You do realize where we are right Everything in this fucked up place is designed to turn us into a mindless gibbering idiot...basically you."</span> <span style="color: red;">.......Pfffftt</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"RA</span><span style="color: pink;">SB</span><span style="color: yellow;">ER</span><span style="color: cyan;">RI</span><span style="color: orange;">ES</span><span style="color: yellow;">!?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"What the fuck was that?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I don't know what you mean, Rayne."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"My tongue...it just popped out."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Ha! That was ME! Take that you big meanie!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"You stuck our tongue at...ourselves?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Yep! And no backsies!"</span> -sigh- So we trusting this clown? <span class="maroon">[[Refuse help]]</span> - side with Rayne <span class="mediumorchid">[[Trust The Clown]]</span> - side with Princess
<span style="color: red;">"Yeah sorry Bittergums, but honestly, you kinda creep me the fuck out. So I'm just gonna go, okay? Just forget you ever saw me."</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"NO </span><span style="color: orange;">I D</span><span style="color: cyan;">ON</span><span style="color: pink;">'T </span><span style="color: yellow;">TH</span><span style="color: cyan;">IN</span><span style="color: orange;">K Y</span><span style="color: cyan;">OU</span><span style="color: cyan;"> UN</span><span style="color: orange;">DE</span><span style="color: cyan;">RS</span><span style="color: pink;">TA</span><span style="color: yellow;">ND,</span><span style="color: cyan;"> YO</span><span style="color: orange;">U'</span><span style="color: cyan;">RE</span><span style="color: yellow;"> NO</span><span style="color: cyan;">T G</span><span style="color: orange;">OI</span><span style="color: cyan;">NG</span><span style="color: cyan;"> AN</span><span style="color: orange;">YW</span><span style="color: cyan;">HE</span><span style="color: pink;">RE! </span> <span style="color: yellow;">IN</span><span style="color: cyan;">TR</span><span style="color: orange;">UD</span><span style="color: cyan;">ER</span><span style="color: cyan;">S W</span><span style="color: orange;">IL</span><span style="color: cyan;">L N</span><span style="color: pink;">OT </span><span style="color: yellow;">BE </span><span style="color: cyan;">TO</span><span style="color: orange;">LE</span><span style="color: cyan;">RA</span><span style="color: cyan;">TE</span><span style="color: orange;">D,</span><span style="color: cyan;">UN</span><span style="color: pink;">LE</span><span style="color: yellow;">SS</span><span style="color: cyan;"> YO</span><span style="color: orange;">U</span><span style="color: cyan;"> WA</span><span style="color: yellow;">NT</span><span style="color: cyan;"> TO </span><span style="color: orange;">JO</span><span style="color: cyan;">IN</span><span style="color: cyan;"> TH</span><span style="color: orange;">E C</span><span style="color: cyan;">IR</span><span style="color: pink;">CU</span><span style="color: yellow;">S!"</span> The shift in the clown's voice to something much more dark and sinister has me slowly beginning to back away towards the stairwell. <div align="center"><img src="Images\clown.jpg"></div> The flames on the clowns head begin to intensify and roar, they pulsate towards me. It's so quick, before I have time to react [[I'm engulfed...]]
<span style="color: magenta;">"Yay! Bitterpenis is going to help us!</span> <span style="color: red;">"..."</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"BI</span><span style="color: orange;">TT</span><span style="color: cyan;">ER</span><span style="color: pink;">GU</span><span style="color: yellow;">MS!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Don't sulk Rayne."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">Fuck you! I'm the one who got us this fucking far! Me! If we had followed your fucking advice we'd be in the toilets right now choking down spunk until our fucking lungs gave out!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...mmmm..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"What the..."</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"EX</span><span style="color: orange;">CU</span><span style="color: cyan;">SE</span><span style="color: pink;"> ME..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"...fuck is "...mmm..." supposed to mean? You can't seriously be..."</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"A</span><span style="color: orange;">H</span><span style="color: cyan;">E</span><span style="color: pink;">M!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"...considering us doing that shit!?"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"M</span><span style="color: orange;">A</span><span style="color: cyan;">DA</span><span style="color: pink;">M!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"WHAT!?...Sorry, can I help you?"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">".</span><span style="color: orange;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">.</span><span style="color: pink;">."</span> <span style="color: red;">"..."</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"PL</span><span style="color: orange;">EA</span><span style="color: cyan;">SE </span><span style="color: pink;">ST</span><span style="color: cyan;">EP </span><span style="color: orange;">TH</span><span style="color: cyan;">IS </span><span style="color: pink;">WA</span><span style="color: cyan;">Y"</span> [[Follow BITTERGUMS.]]
Bittergums guides us around the warehouse, so many brown boxes, so many shelves, the sheer size of the place is almost overwhelming. After a short and silent walk Bittergums stops infront of a large box adorned with oriental-style motifs. <div align="center"><img src="Images\chinese.jpg"></div> <span style="color: cyan;">"HE</span><span style="color: orange;">RE </span><span style="color: cyan;">WE </span><span style="color: pink;">AR</span><span style="color: yellow;">E. </span><span style="color: cyan;">GE</span><span style="color: orange;">T I</span><span style="color: cyan;">N!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Pardon me?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"They said "get in", Rayne."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I fucking heard what they said, thank you!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Then why did you say "pardon me"? Dummy."</span> <span style="color: red;">"What do you mean "get in"? What's that thing going to do to me?"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"IT</span><span style="color: orange;">'S </span><span style="color: cyan;">AN </span><span style="color: pink;">AN</span><span style="color: yellow;">CI</span><span style="color: cyan;">EN</span><span style="color: orange;">T C</span><span style="color: cyan;">HI</span><span style="color: cyan;">NE</span><span style="color: orange;">SE </span><span style="color: cyan;">SP</span><span style="color: pink;">IR</span><span style="color: yellow;">IT</span><span style="color: cyan;"> BO</span><span style="color: orange;">X,</span> <span style="color: cyan;">PA</span><span style="color: yellow;">IN</span><span style="color: cyan;">TE</span><span style="color: orange;">D B</span><span style="color: cyan;">Y S</span><span style="color: cyan;">PI</span><span style="color: orange;">RI</span><span style="color: cyan;">TU</span><span style="color: pink;">AL </span><span style="color: yellow;">HE</span><span style="color: cyan;">AL</span><span style="color: orange;">ER</span><span style="color: cyan;">S F</span><span style="color: cyan;">RO</span><span style="color: orange;">M A</span><span style="color: cyan;">CR</span><span style="color: pink;">OS</span><span style="color: yellow;">S T</span><span style="color: cyan;">HE </span><span style="color: orange;">GL</span><span style="color: cyan;">OB</span><span style="color: yellow;">E,</span><span style="color: cyan;"> FO</span><span style="color: yellow;">UN</span><span style="color: cyan;">D I</span><span style="color: orange;">N T</span><span style="color: cyan;">HE</span><span style="color: cyan;"> MO</span><span style="color: orange;">UN</span><span style="color: cyan;">TA</span><span style="color: pink;">IN</span><span style="color: yellow;">S </span><span style="color: cyan;">AN</span><span style="color: orange;">D </span><span style="color: cyan;"> BR</span><span style="color: orange;">OU</span><span style="color: pink;">GH</span><span style="color: cyan;">T T</span><span style="color: orange;">O U</span><span style="color: cyan;">S B</span><span style="color: pink;">Y W</span><span style="color: yellow;">IS</span><span style="color: cyan;">EM</span><span style="color: orange;">EN. </span><span style="color: cyan;">IT </span><span style="color: orange;">SH</span><span style="color: cyan;">AL</span><span style="color: cyan;">L H</span><span style="color: orange;">EA</span><span style="color: cyan;">L Y</span><span style="color: pink;">OU</span><span style="color: yellow;">R S</span><span style="color: cyan;">OU</span><span style="color: pink;">L"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Really?"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"N</span><span style="color: pink;">O.</span> <span style="color: yellow;">GE</span><span style="color: cyan;">T I</span><span style="color: orange;">N!"</span> <span class="maroon">[[Don't do it]]</span> - side with Rayne <span class="mediumorchid">[[Do it]]</span> - side with Princess
I wait until the last second before acting. Just as Bittergums leans over to close the lid on me, I jump fist first, managing to land an uppercut on Bittergums suprised head. Bittergums goes down hard, stupid fucking clown didn't know what to do. <span style="color: red;">"See ya Fuckles!"</span> Time to head back downstairs, only way out now. A part of me hopes that the [[Third Floor]] will be a better option, but I don't hold my breath.
<span style="color: red;">"No I don't want to...why can't I stop myself...why...?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">-giggle- "You see, with a little help from $name, I gained a little ground over our mind and body, Rayne. I can finally get control things here and there, like moving and jumping and sticking our tongue out. You'd best get used to it, Rayne. I get the feeling you're not gonna like the things I wanna do but we're gonna do it anyways and you'll just have to get used to it!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"NO!"</span> Forced against my will and unable to stop myself, I climb into the box. Inside some sort of plastic coating lines the walls, a couple of tubes are inserted via hidden panels on opposite sides. Bittergums closes the lid. I can hear a locking mechanism being screwed into place, sealing me in with no chance of escape. Oustide away from the box I hear a valve being turned, a putrid, foul-smelling gas starts leaking into the box, invading my nostrils and filling my lungs. Another valve being turned, the second tube begins to fill with some sort of thick liquid. As it slowly drips down into the box, even in the limited light of the box I realise I recognize this goopy substance...the pink slime! My clothes start to dissolve in the goo, I start banging on the sides with my fists until I feel my hands become bruised and bloody. I try to scream but the noxious fumes succeed in choking out the sound. I can feel my control slipping as my mind begins to swim in a pink vibrant haze of fear. The vision of Princess' face appears before me, smuig and self-satisfied she delights in gloating over me. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"There, there Rayne. When you wake up, you'll be the voice in MY head! But don't worry, I won't lock you away. I'm not a big meanie like you and besides, I know you'll learn to enjoy everything I have to show you. Goodnight Rayne, time for Princess to [[awaken]].</span>
My head feels groggy, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts. I try moving. To my suprise my limbs are relatively responsive and with a little convincing, I manage to lift myself off the floor of the box and sit in a crouched position. I tap on the roof of the box and Bittergums lifts the lid, offering a thick hairy arm to help me climb out. <span style="color: cyan;">"SU</span><span style="color: orange;">CC</span><span style="color: cyan;">ES</span><span style="color: pink;">S!</span><span style="color: yellow;"> YO</span><span style="color: cyan;">U </span><span style="color: orange;">LO</span><span style="color: cyan;">OK</span><span style="color: cyan;"> SO</span><span style="color: orange;"> MU</span><span style="color: cyan;">CH</span><span style="color: pink;"> BE</span><span style="color: yellow;">TT</span><span style="color: cyan;">ER!</span> <span style="color: orange;">HO</span><span style="color: cyan;">W </span><span style="color: yellow;">DO</span><span style="color: cyan;"> YO</span><span style="color: orange;">U </span><span style="color: cyan;">FE</span><span style="color: cyan;">EL</span><span style="color: orange;">?"</span> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"The same...I...my voice..."</span> My voice is somehow different, yet relatively the same. It sounds more, seductive, more sensual, like every word lifting off my tongue and escaping my succulent lips is dripping with the hint of lustful promises and carnal feats of passion. Bittergums shruggs at this revelation, as if the discovery of my voice changing is of barely any significance when compared to what may lie in wait for me. <span style="color: cyan;">"TA</span><span style="color: orange;">KE</span><span style="color: cyan;">S A</span><span style="color: pink;"> FE</span><span style="color: yellow;">W M</span><span style="color: cyan;">IN</span><span style="color: orange;">UT</span><span style="color: cyan;">ES."</span> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"What takes a few minutes? Have you got an outfit I could borrow or maybe somewhere I can get dressed?"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"OF</span><span style="color: orange;">FI</span><span style="color: cyan;">CE</span><span style="color: pink;">!</span> <span style="color: yellow;">TH</span><span style="color: cyan;">ER</span><span style="color: orange;">E'</span><span style="color: cyan;">S</span><span style="color: cyan;"> A M</span><span style="color: orange;">IR</span><span style="color: cyan;">RO</span><span style="color: pink;">R</span> <span style="color: yellow;">SP</span><span style="color: cyan;">AR</span><span style="color: orange;">E S</span><span style="color: cyan;">EE</span><span style="color: yellow;">KE</span><span style="color: cyan;">R O</span><span style="color: orange;">UT</span><span style="color: cyan;">FI</span><span style="color: cyan;">TS</span><span style="color: orange;"> TO</span><span style="color: cyan;">O!"</span> I follow Bittergums, shelves upon shelves, rows upon rows pass by until eventually we get to a simple wooden door marked "Office". I don't know if it's an after-effect of being in the box, my body adjusting to the sudden changes or all of the walking I'm suddenly being made to do, but I can feel my legs start to become a little shakey and unsteady. My head joins in and once again begins to fog up, my body pulses and throbs with an unfamiliar and unsettling warmth...everything just feels 'different' somehow. Once Bittergums has closed the door behind me after ushering me into the Office so fast that one would be forgiven for thinking my sheer presence on the Warehouse floor was offensive to all, I take a quick glance at the outfits on offer. Bittergums wasn't kidding about the Seeker uniforms. Not wanting to be too choosey, I grab the first one that looks to be in my size and...weird...it doesn' fit...Somehow my hips won't squeeze into the...oh no. My blood starts to run cold and my thoughts once again become cloudy and hard to focus on. I can feel the color drain from my face as the realization of what has happened washes over me. I reach for a larger outfit and hurridly squeeze myself into it, all the time doinmg my best to reassure myself that everything will be fine. On the opposite side of the room, attached to the wall is a circus mirror, probably should have expected as much. [[What has Princess done to me?]]
<<if Flag("betray")>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\mirror2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"What the FUCK!?"</span> I immediately notice the diffence. Staring back at me from the refective surface of the warped and twisted circus mirror, is an unfamiliar face. A cold shiver runs down my spine as the possibilities of what could be happening to me begin to sink in. <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"That IS NOT ME! It's not...it can't be."</span> A single tear starts forming, welling up just below my eye... <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"ARGHHH!"</span> A sharp excrutiating pain goes shooting throughout my body, my ears start ringing as a high pitched whining sound circles around my brain....my limbs drop to the floor completely unresponsive. I can feel an echo in my mind get louder, the sounds of the world around me become muffled, my vision blurrs and fades. I can feel myself going, sinking down into an abyss inside my own mind. <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"I don't want to go. I don't want to...dis..."</span><span style="color: lightpink;">appearing!</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Hello $name! I'm back! Oh I am soooo proud of you! You did so well! and look at my totes fab bootay! Damn, I'm so friggin' hawt!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">With Rayne not so much in the picture as she is behind it, I'm gonna be taking over her li' duty of tellin' you whats what. Okay? But don't worry your pretty lil' head, Rayne is fine. She's not dead or hurt or anything like that, she's just a bit of a lot less loud and no longer in control of this fucktastic body! She can still hear us though and I'm sure once she's recovered a bit and got some of her strength back, she'll make her kinda forceful presence known. But until then my cute wickle Cupcake, it's just you and me! Now let's see just how gorgeous this body is! Can't wait to try it out on some nice and hard... <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh I do look very naughty don't I?"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\princessrayne.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Gotta admit, I'm not a big fan of the black though...a bit too grumpyfrumpy for me. I'm all about sunshine and sparkles, not darkness and gloom. That stuiff just makes me wanna bleugh! Let's go look in the [[warehouse!]], maybe find me some a new outift, there's gotta be something better than this borefest to tease all those crowds of adoring cocks with!</span> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\mirror2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"What the FUCK!?"</span> I immediately notice the diffence. Staring back at me from the refective surface of the warped and twisted circus mirror, is an unfamiliar face. A cold shiver runs down my spine as the possibilities of what could be happening to me begin to sink in. <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"That IS NOT ME! It's not...it can't be."</span> A single tear starts forming, welling up just below my eye... <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"ARGHHH!"</span> A sharp excrutiating pain goes shooting throughout my body, my ears start ringing as a high pitched whining sound circles around my brain....my limbs drop to the floor completely unresponsive. I can feel an echo in my mind get louder, the sounds of the world around me become muffled, my vision blurrs and fades. I can feel myself going, sinking down into an abyss inside my own mind. <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"I don't want to go. I don't want to...dis...NO!....Fuck off Princess, you fucking backstabbing little whore! Not today!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"But I..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Look what you've fucking done to me! To us! I AM NOT letting you have control! Not now, not ever! I am so fucking done with your games, do you understand? FUCKING DONE!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I...I'm sorry Rayne...I just wanted us to be happier...for you to like me... -sob- I can't even do that right..."<span> <span style="color: darkred;">Oh my god... -sigh- Look, if I had known you would've ended up being real Princess, I wouldn't have locked you away all those years ago. I could never even begin to understand what that was like for you, but I promise I will never put you back there again. You're a part of me now and despite how much you seriously get on my nerves, I know I have to learn to live with you. But if I'm going to even try to get on with you, you have got to stop trying to take fucking control of me! If we fuck up here, we'll both end up fucking braindead! Just look at us, we've been in this building for only a few hours and we already look as if we should be standing on a corner outside a Hooters somewhere, offering BJ's and favors to elderly business men cheating on their bored housewives! Fucking lips, tits and ass, that's all we are now!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">-sniffle- "But I like the way we look now. We're not flat, we have curves to die for, our legs now go all the way up and our face? Our face has become a thing of pure "come-to-bed" beauty. Everything about us has been improved. I just don't see the problem, Rayne."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Well you wouldn't would you. I'll try and explain later Princess, but for now we don't have the time to be stood here discussing it. C'mon, let's go find Bittergums, get the info we need and then head the fuck out of here."</span> [[You comin' Fucko?]] <</if>>
<span style="color: lightpink;">Ooo lots and lots of boxes! I can't see Bitterpenis anywheres, must've gone to pee or somthin'. You know what that means though right? TIME FOR SHOPPING!!! Soooo many outifts, sooo many accessories, I'm in girlheaven! Oooo look up here! Shall we try some on? I think we should! Sooooooo there's a</span> <<linkreplace "Blue one">><div align="center"><img src="Images\blue.jpg"></div><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "White one">><div align="center"><img src="Images\white.jpg"></div><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Red one">><div align="center"><img src="Images\red.jpg"></div><</linkreplace>> [[....or]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\princessrub.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Ahhhh! I just loooove this new PUSSY!"</span> <span style="color: cyan;">"O</span><span style="color: orange;">H </span><span style="color: cyan;">M</span><span style="color: pink;">Y</span><span style="color: yellow;">!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\sweaty.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Hmmmm.....Firehead Bittercock..." <span style="color: cyan;">"I B</span><span style="color: orange;">EG </span><span style="color: cyan;">YO</span><span style="color: pink;">UR</span><span style="color: yellow;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">.</span><span style="color: orange;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">I said...Fire, Head, Bitter...COCK!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Rushing forward, I dive to my knees and grab that yummy cock firmly with both hands, positioning my mouth just a few inches away so Bittercock can feel my hot breath on his ever so tantalizing tip.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Suckles time!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\bitter.gif"></div> <span style="color: cyan;">"NO</span><span style="color: orange;">! N</span><span style="color: cyan;">O!</span><span style="color: pink;"> TH</span><span style="color: yellow;">IS </span><span style="color: cyan;">IS </span><span style="color: orange;">AG</span><span style="color: cyan;">AI</span><span style="color: orange;">NS</span><span style="color: cyan;">T.</span><span style="color: pink;">.</span><span style="color: yellow;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">.</span><span style="color: orange;">O</span><span style="color: cyan;">H</span><span style="color: orange;"> M</span><span style="color: cyan;">Y</span><span style="color: pink;">.</span><span style="color: yellow;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">.</span><span style="color: orange;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...Mmmm yesss....give it all to me! I've waited farrr tooo long! FUCKING CUM YOU BEAUTIFUL CLOWN!</span> <span style="color: orange;">"N</span><span style="color: cyan;">O</span><span style="color: orange;"> I </span><span style="color: cyan;">WI</span><span style="color: pink;">.</span><span style="color: yellow;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">.</span><span style="color: orange;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">.</span><span style="color: orange;">.</span><span style="color: cyan;">O</span><span style="color: pink;">H </span><span style="color: yellow;">P</span><span style="color: cyan;">O</span><span style="color: orange;">O!"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\technoir.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Soooo yummy!...Ooooo looky! That's my new outift!"</span> <span style="color: orange;">"MA</span><span style="color: cyan;">DA</span><span style="color: orange;">M Y</span><span style="color: cyan;">OU</span><span style="color: pink;"> AR</span><span style="color: yellow;">E I</span><span style="color: cyan;">NS</span><span style="color: orange;">AN</span><span style="color: cyan;">E!</span><span style="color: orange;"> GO</span><span style="color: cyan;">OD </span><span style="color: pink;">DA</span><span style="color: yellow;">Y!"</span> [[Toodles!]]
<<if Flag("creeps")>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\princessoutfit.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">How'd I look babes? Sweet as heck right? Oh c'mon $name, you know you want some of this sweeet pussy...but you betrayed Rayne didn't you and that was a bit naughty. I mean what's to stop you from betraying little pretty me too? Not sure I trust you anymore, $name... ...Oooooo what's that?</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\controls.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">...a memory...something...happened...</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Rayne? Rayne I need a bit of help with something and I'm not good at this remembering stuff. Please say you're not still a mood with me! You had ages being in charge, was my turn square and circles! Rayne? I don't think she's gonna..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Creeper."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"RAYNE!!!! Oh I'm sooo glad you're there! I got soooo worried about...what?"</span> [[The Creeper]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pinky.jpg"></div> Well, not much left for me to do around here! Finding out who whatsername is or whateversherface did is waaaay tooo hard. Finding me some juicy cocks is soooo much more interesting and cock is the one thing I don't mind being hard! Ohhh Rayne, you're gonna see so much cock! It's gonna be a parade of cocks! Big ones, little ones, thick ones, thin ones, cocks that point at funny angles, fake ones, real ones, cocks that explode all over the place! Oh I'm gonna show you how to properly appreciate the wonders of a good hard dick! [[YUMMY!]] <</if>>
<span style="color: darkred;">"In the bathrooms at the pub. So much has happened since I..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I don't remember this, must have been before I was me and I havent been me for very long so there must be a lot I wasn't me for. Was this "Creeper" a bad man?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"He...he used us...I was powerless to stop him. I felt so helpless, so degraded..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"But why him? What have these got to do with whatever he did back then? What are these things?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"They're the brand of cigarettes he was smoking. He said they we're gonna control us, make us obbey his every command. He tried to take us over but failed, $name saved our lives."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">"Thanksies, $name! I trust you again now!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I want to kill him. Please Princess, I know you have control and I can't stop you or force you to do anything you don't want to, I'm too weak to even want to try. But what he did to us, using us as nothing more than a piece of meat to soak in his sperm...I swore I'd have revenge. I know you don't believe in..."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"THE FUCKER DIES!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...violence...wait, what?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"There's no denying I love COCK as much as the next half-crazed nypmpho whore, Rayne and I may be a totes cum-obssessed Fucktoy, but that MONKEYTURDEATINGPRICKSACK WENT TOO FAR! I have two simples rules that everyone should follow to get on with Princess. Just two rules: One, Do NOT FUCK with Princess because Princess WILL fuck you if and when she's good and ready. Rule number two is that you absolutley do NOT FUCK with Princess' friends! We may not see things the same way Rayne, in fact you could say we are the complete opposites on pretty much everything, but you have been there for me! You got us through the worst times...all that darkness...AND THAT CUNTLICK BILESACK HURT YOU! SHITFUCK COCKMONGERING ASSTARD CROSSED A LINE AND FUCKING PISSED ALL OVER IT! HE.FUCKING.DIES.TONIGHT! ...ahem...so...uhh...how do we find him?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...uhhh...shipping manifest I suppose, should be one nearby."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"This it?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Yes. Look for an address."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">An address? Hmm..."Docks District"...you know where that is? Funny, the only name I see here is "Mr. Hatcreeper", Rayne." <span style="color: darkred;">"That's him...that's an unbelievably stupid and oddly apt name though."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Yay! Cheer up Rayne, we're going [[Creeper hunting!]]"</span>
<span style="color: lightpink;">I let Rayne guide us out of the building safely,I never was too good at directions. Like this "Docks District", never been there. I'd guess there's lots of sailors though...lots of hunky, strong...</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Focus, Princess!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh yeah, sorry Rayne."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">So anyways, after escaping the MC&R building, Rayne made sure we wern't being followed and as the clouds above our heads slowly darkened and rain softly started falling from the sky, splashing playfully against our perfect skin, to keep ourselves hidden and away from trouble, we took a few dark scary alleyways. Quickly moving past all those nasty smelly people with cocks so rancid, even I'd have trouble not gagging a little. It's funny, I never realized the world was so scary. I mean I'd only seen a little of it with these eyes. When you're just a feeling or desire, you don't see it at all, you just kinda sense it. You're aware sure, but it's never solid, it's never REAL and right now I really wish this wasn't. I just wanna be in a soft cozy bed, pink if possible. A nice cock or two to keep me company, hot chocolate, marshmallows...yeah, that'd be nice. Anything except wandering out here in the dark where it's wet, cold, smelly and oh so icky.</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Ngghhghh!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Eeek!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">One of the bigger smellies is blocking our path, walking at a funny angle, it doesn't look like he's gonna be moving out of our way anytime soon.<span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Pssssst! Rayne, what do we do?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Try to relax Princess and don't do anything stupid."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"But Rayne, you know I can't promise anything like that! Rayne? Rayne!? Oh no, here he comes..."</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Ugghh helllos -hic- darlinggg, youuu lok likes a fuggkin gooohd time. -hic- Youus wannnsssta -hic- fuggle Mickkk!? Cummsssan fugggggles MiCk!</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">$name, what should I do? My whore side is saying I should blow my way out of this. I'll get cummies from it which is awesome, but wrapping my fantabulous lips around that? just ewwww...I don't have much of an other side though so decision making right now sucks... I guess I can try and let Rayne get us out of this, it might end up with someone getting hurt though and I really hate violence...but it will be a problem solved...Oh I don't know! $name, what do you think I should do?</span> <span class="maroon">[[Let Rayne deal with it]]</span> <span class="mediumorchid">[[Use Priness' 'talents']]</span>
<<audio "clown" play>> <span style="color: red;">"TH</span><span style="color: magenta;">E D</span><span style="color: red;">EL</span><span style="color: pink;">IV</span><span style="color: darkred;">ER</span><span style="color: red;">Y C</span><span style="color: magenta;">IR</span><span style="color: hotpink;">CU</span><span style="color: crimson;">S I</span><span style="color: lightpink;">S M</span><span style="color: red;">Y H</span><span style="color: darkmagenta;">OM</span><span style="color: fuchsia;">E N</span><span style="color: crimson;">OW!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"I S</span><span style="color: magenta;">ER</span><span style="color: darkred;">VE</span><span style="color: red;"> RI</span><span style="color: hotpink;">NG</span><span style="color: crimson;">MA</span><span style="color: lightpink;">ST</span><span style="color: red;">ER </span><span style="color: magenta;">BI</span><span style="color: darkred;">TT</span><span style="color: red;">ER</span><span style="color: hotpink;">GU</span><span style="color: fuchsia;">MS!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\clownrayne.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"MW</span><span style="color: lightpink;">HA</span><span style="color: magenta;">HA</span><span style="color: darkred;">HA</span><span style="color: darkmagenta;">HA</span><span style="color: crimson;">HA</span><span style="color: hotpink;">HA</span><span style="color: lightpink;">HA</span><span style="color: red;">!!"</span> The End or is it? You turned me into a clown? Really? This ain't Giggle Night (©Anaximanes Entertainment) ya douche! Fucksake... So how's about I give you a second chance? Maybe things'll turn out differently this time. Back to the [[Stairwell]]
<span style="color: lightpink;">And that's how I spent the rest of my days! Miss Whatserface didn't know who I was and I didn't care! I look soooo much better now and honestly, I'm having the time of my life babes! Rayne still pops up to say "Hello" sometimes, she's alot more friendly now too. Yes, she was a handful to start with, but after a few blowjobs, a bukkake session, several anal parties, at least four "Princess Vs Everyone" parties...omg there was SO.MUCH.CUM...mmm...Huh?....where was I? Oh yeah, she soon gave out and actually started enjoying things, sometimes even suggesting a few fab new positions! One thing is certain though, she's not having control again. Nosireeboobs! I'm Princess and I'm staying and I thank you $name for playing! Toodles!</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\princessending.jpg"></div> The End Hope you enjoyed the game and tried the other routes! From Disgracelands and Ray...uhh..."Princess" Take care!
<div align="center"><img src="Images\trap.jpg"></div> I open the door and step inside. Empty... Behind me the sounds of electronic locks springing into life and sealing me in can be heard. A faint hissing sound seems to be coming from the vents. <span style="color: red;">"Bad move!"</span> I run to the door behind me, it won't open. Venting my frustration and albeit a little foolishly, I aimlessly bang my fist against it a few times for good measure. <span style="color: red;">"Shit! I won't open!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Rayne, what are we gonna do? I don't wanna die!"</span> A PA system crackles to life and hidden speakers in the plain white walls begin to fill the room with an all too familiar voice. <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Why hello Miss Rayne! It is so nice to make your acquaintance once again!"</span> That texan accent.... <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"I must say I am thoroughly impressed! You have most certainly handled yourself incredibly well thus far! I have no reseervations in letting you know that I have been simply entertained by your little conversations with yourself! That other two, what do you call them? Princess and...yes, I believe their name is $name. That's correct isn't it deary?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"You! Who the FUCK are you? What do you want from me!?"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Oh that's right! We haven't been formerly introduced! Well for that you must forgive me Miss Rayne, I never reveal my true name, professional limitations you see. You however may simply call me "Vice" and I must say, it is indeed a pleasure to finally make your rightful acquaintance! And just so you know, this really isn't anything personal, I couldn't give two horses shits in a stew of Sundays about some fancy upstart from 7G, but my employer, now she IS mighty interested in you! You see if I had my way, I'd be sipping ice-teas on a beach in SunCity by now and once this little Mindwiping business involving you is concluded, I will be! Yes Ma'am, there'll be tans for me and all my boys! Shame you won't be there to join us Miss Rayne, a true shame indeed.</span> <span style="color: red;">"FUCK YOU! I'm gonna rip your fucking head APART when I find you!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Now Miss Rayne, that kind of hostility is why you're here in the first place. Had you just come quietly as I'd first hoped, we both would've been so much happier by now! But it turns out you're a bit rebellious, a bit of a persistant stain on my favorite shirt and now I will take great pleasure in shutting that shit down, [[No exceptions!]].</span>
<span style="color: lightsalmon;">"You might have noticed a hissing sound in there? That my dear is the gas LSC-02. Manufactured and distributed from right here within the MC&R building! Damn fine stuff if ya ask me. Now here's the thing Miss Rayne. I do not like unfair fights. No sportsmanship, no sense of pride and believe it or not I am a man of honor. I take no joy from taking down a pretty young fiery thing like you, especially when you're trapped like a rat in a cage. It's indecent! I won't have such a thing! So I tell you what, there is a code panel on that door just ahead of you. It was programmed by Brian O'Richards, bald sonofabitch is a big fan of puzzles. The way to open it is to solve three puzzles. You do that and I swear on my favorite hat, that I shall give you your freedom. This job pays well sure, but not well enough to wipe an adversary such as yourself clean."</span> <span style="color: red;">"The panel? How do I...?</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Rayne please get us out of here. I've never been good at the brainy stuff and I don't wanna get locked away again! Please Rayne...Help her $name!" -sob- </span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"It is by my estimate that you have around three minutes until you lose consciousness. WAIT around all you like but I assure you, if that happens, well, let's just say you won't be waking up as "Rayne" anymore. Still, I'm sure even this is pretty straightforward for someone such as yourself...one might even say unintentionally straightforward. [[Good luck Miss Rayne]]."</span> <<timed 25s transition>>[[Fuck This!]]<</timed>>
<<set $one to 180>><<countdownTimer $one "Vice Wins">><<set $one to 5 * .1>><<set $timepast to 0>><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">HELLO USER -UNIDENTIFIED-</span></div> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ERROR- CORRUPTED FILES "AILYNTENONUNTIL" Password: </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "Give this a try">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('unintentionally')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ENTRY ACCEPTED</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ERROR- CORRUPTED FILES "AGRASWRODTRHITF" Password:</span></div><div id="passwordArea2"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "and the second">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('straightforward')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea2">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ENTRY ACCEPTED</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea2">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ENTER BOTH PASSWORDS:</span> <div id="passwordArea3"></div><div align='center'><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "ENTER">></div> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('unintentionally straightforward')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea3">><div align='center'>ENTRY ACCEPTED [[PROCEED]]</div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea3">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><</replace>><<textbox "$password" "">> <</if>> <</link>>
The gas becomes too much Can't breath...No....ca... [[I collapse]]
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 181 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Vice Wins">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">FURTHER ENTRY REQUIRED-</span></div> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ROLLING "ROCK", BOTTLE CAP Password? </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "Maybe...?">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('cork')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ENTRY ACCEPTED</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">WEAR "ANGRIER" JEWELLRY Password:</span></div><div id="passwordArea2"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "Fingers crossed">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('earring')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea2">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ENTRY ACCEPTED</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea2">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">EIGHT LETTER WORD: "KST" IN THE MIDDLE, IN THE BEGINNING, AND AT THE END Password:</span></div><div id="passwordArea4"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "This better be right...">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('inkstand')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea4">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">ENTRY ACCEPTED</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea4">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">SOMETHING COLD FROM THE 3 COMBINED:</span> <div id="passwordArea3"></div><div align='center'><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "ENTER">></div> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('ice')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea3">><div align='center'>ENTRY ACCEPTED [[FINAL INPUT REQUIRED]]</div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea3">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><</replace>><<textbox "$password" "">> <</if>> <</link>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 181 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Vice Wins">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">VICE'S FAVORITE GANG:</span> <div id="passwordArea3"></div><div align='center'><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "ENTER">></div> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('cruzstas')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea3">><div align='center'>ENTRY ACCEPTED [[Door Opening]]</div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea3">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><</replace>><<textbox "$password" "">> <</if>> <</link>>
<span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Well hello Miss Rayne!"</span> Vice. Sat on a desk infont of me. His lips curled into a sarcastic grin, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth...I really hate this Fucker. <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"I honestly did not think you had the brains to pull through on that one, guess I underestimated you! Now I do expect you're feeling a little bit queezy but don't you worry little lady, I have the antidote right here. You just gotta do me one small favor, and it's all yours."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Favor?"</span> He turns to me <div align="left"><img src="Images\vice.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Why simples Darlin', you just gotta suck a NICE.BIG.COCK."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Ahhh shit."</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Now I don't think it's asking too much Miss Rayne. After all the trouble you've caused for me and my staff I think it's high time you made amends, don't you?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"You can totally do this Rayne! Just reach for his fantabulous cock! I'll guide you the rest of the way, trust me babes!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"I'm waiting Miss Rayne."</span> <span class="mediumorchid">[[Princess' Way]]</span> <span class="maroon">[[Rayne's Way]]</span>
I slowly approach Vice's hard "member", I can't help but feel awkward. This just isn't me. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yes it is, you just don't know it! Now Rayne, reach out for his COCK. Wrap those gorgeous hands around the shaft and start to rub it. Slow motions at first babe, up and down, that's it."</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Mmm you are a natural girl!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\vicesuck.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Don't think about him, just think about the cock. Now bend down, that's it. Stick your tongue out and gently trace a line around head, lick that shaft, the whole length. Good girl! Soak his beautiful cock in our saliva! Don't forget to smile too! Now softly push your tongue into his tip, coat our tongue in his precum aaand SUCK! That's it babe, get it all in there, if you choke on it, all the better! You can even suck his balls if you want, Rayne"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"nghhhhh...."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"He's enjoying it! Good Girl! I knew you'd get the hang of it!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I guess it's not so bad once you get going. Not sure I could get used to that taste though. I don't know, this still doesn't feel like me..."</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Ahhh!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oooo it looks like he's gonna be cumming soon! Don't pull out now babes! Keep on sucking! If he grabs our head, just let him face fuck us at his own speed and he'll soon let us taste that wonderful seed!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Ahhhhh!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"YAY! Show him you've been a good girl Rayne! Open wide! [[I am so proud of you!]]"</span>
<span style="color: red;">"...Nah."</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Miss Rayne, I don't think you..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"</span> A quick fist to the jaw and he goes down hard. Leaning forward, I reach into his pocket and grab the antidote. <span style="color: red;">I'll be taking that! Now, where is that bitch?"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"You hit pretty hard for a lady, but I'm afraid I ain't tellin' you shit!"</span> At my feet, just ahead of me and leaning against Vice's desk, I see the welcome form of a Baseball bat. Gang bosses like to keep these things handy for when someone might fall outta line...and this prick is waay outta line. I pick up the bat, wrap my hands tightly around the handle and swing it a few times at the air to get the weight, hoping that maybe Vice is smart enough to read between the not-so-subtle lines. <span style="color: red;">"You either tell me, or you can say hello to my little friend!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Are you threatening me!?"</span> <span style="color: red;">Threaten? No...more like a promise."</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU TH...!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\vicebeat.gif"></div> [[And there's that crossed line again]]
Turns out that bitch lived in a mansion not too far away. Got the address from Vice, mumbled it through his broken teeth just before he passed out. Gonna need some costly repairs to his face after that little encounter. Fuck him, he had it coming. As a gesture of good will he let me "borrow" his car keys. C'mon $name, guess I know where we're heading <div align="center"><img src="Images\newoutfit.jpg"></div> [[The Mansion]]
Well that's the end of this path for the time being. What will become of Rayne? Will she and her trusty "Fucko" defeat the mysterious Miss. D? Find out when I get around to it and finally stop pissing around with already long established parts! Hope you enjoyed the game and tried the other routes! From Disgracelands and Rayne Take care! Rayne, say goodbye to the player Rayne? <div align="center"><img src="Images\gratitude.jpg"></div> Godamnit...
<span style="color: lightsalmon;">"You know little Missy I could use a lil' Firecracker like yourself in my crew. Now I know I can keep you safe from Miss D, I'll simply tell her that you disappeared, escaped the building or that one of the gangs got you. You'll never be hunted or hurt ever again because nobody, and I do mean NOBODY FUCKS WITH VICE...or indeed his followers. So, how's about it? You can have this hot piece of meat between your lips whenever you fancy!"</span> <span class="mediumorchid">[[Join Vice]]</span> <span class="maroon">[[GET FUCKED!]]</span>
So I joined up. Everyone was a little wary at first, not suprising considering my reputation, but a few well-placed hand-shakes, or as Princess likes to call them "cock-shakes", they soon warmed up to me. Besides, Vice kept his word, no one dared to so much as touch me. I heard Miss. D was still searching for me for weeks after I had disappeared of the MC&R radar, guess Vice kept his promise on that too. As for me? I moved out of 7G, got a decent apartment in the upper districts. New name, new ID record, fake of course. As I said, "Princess" is still around, she still doesn't approve my methods and there are still plenty of times when I wish she'd just shut the fuck up, y'know, but if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here now. Sure, I do the odd bounty hunt with Vice to keep the cash flowing but he doesn't order me to kill anyone and pays well. The killing's left up to me and for the most part I avoid it where I can. Think in the three years I've been doing this, I've only had to kill seven people and only because I was left with no other choice. Overall, I'm happier now though. Finally got out of 7G, I'm seeing the world, life is good. Thanks $name. See you around.... ...or not <div align="center"><img src="Images\vicerayne.jpg"></div>
<span style="color: red;">"...Nah. I don't follow anyone. I take orders like shit and, well, as you know, I don't play well with others!</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Miss Rayne, I don't think you..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"You hard of hearing Mr. Vice? I gave you my answer, now go take your greasy fucking ass and go fuck yourself!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Why I oughta...</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\pow.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Now, where is that fucking bitch!?"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"You hit pretty hard for a lady... But I'm afraid I ain't tellin' you shit!"</span> At my feet, just ahead of me and leaning against Vice's desk, I see the welcome form of a Baseball bat. Gang bosses like to keep these things handy for when someone might fall outta line...and this prick is waay outta line. I pick up the bat, wrap my hands tightly around the handle and swing it a few times at the air to get the weight, hoping that maybe Vice is smart enough to read between the not-so-subtle lines. <span style="color: red;">"You either tell me, or you can say hello to my little friend!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Are you threatening me!?"</span> <span style="color: red;">Threaten? No...more like a promise."</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU TH...!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\vicebeat.gif"></div> [[And there's that crossed line again]]
<<if Flag("saved")>> Hmmm....can't see Bittergums anywhere. As I make my way past the numerous shelves and products, something on one of the lower shelves catches my attention. <div align="left"><img src="Images\controls.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"What the...? "Controls"? That asshole in the gents..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Huh? Rayne, I know it's not a terribly hard thing to do, but you're confusing me."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Princess, I... -sigh- Look, before you were...well...me, me and $name met someone in the gents at the bar a few nights ago. Fucker knocked us out then jerked his peanut-prick all over us! I even ended up walking through the streets with his...ughhh..."stuff" all over my hair. After I found out what he'd done, I swore I'd get my revenge on that fucking asswipe. These cigarettes we're the brand he was smoking that night and you can only get these fucking things from a direct line with MC&R as they're more or less a black market item! There's bound to be a manifest or something in the office that we can use to trace deliveries. With a little luck, maybe we can find out who this bastard is and get him back for what he did to us!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">Okies, just making sure we wern't gonna be doing anything dumb again...but what about Miss.D?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Look at us Princess! I can barely recognize myself let alone her knowing who we are! Fuck Miss. D! I'm done with this place, the sooner we get the hell out of here the better. So let's stop dicking around and find that fucking address, [[I'm done with this fucking place]].</span> <<nobr>><span id="ReplaceMe">Take the cigarettes? <<link "Might as well">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<set $controls to true>> Yeah, you never know<br> <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "Fuck em">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Fair enough, ain't like we're gonna smoke em' <</replace>> <</link>></span><</nobr>> <<else>> Hmmm....can't see Bittergums anywhere. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Why don't we just leave, Rayne?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Leave? What do you mean?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Well you, sorry, WE look different now right? So why don't we just leave? No one knows who we are anymore so that means we can do whatever we want to. Go wherever we want to go, be whoever we want to be. That's kinda what we wanted all along anyways right?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"You know Princess, for once, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but for once you've actually had a good idea! A fresh start for both of us. Sure to the average schmuck we might be suffering from a little bout of mild schizophrenia, but at least we can finally start building the kind of life we want...and Fucko here? Well $name can finally stop reading and clicking links and go outside for a change, maybe get some fresh air.</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Reading and clicking a what now?" <span style="color: darkred;">"Fuck it! We're done here! Miss D can search all she wants, it's no longer [[our problem.]]"</span> <</if>>
Wasn't too hard to find an address amongst the dispatch paperwork and with our new looks, getting out of the building was simple enough, there were a few close calls but nothing I couldn't handle. Turns out this "Creeper" was a one "Mr. Hatcreeper", address was located in the Docks district. Nasty area. Most of the shady corporate types ran their more questionable deals out of it and from the warehouses contained within. Chances are this "Hatcreeper" was running a warehouse out of there himself, or something similar. The Docks District was a fair ways away, across some real nasty turf too, best I stay off the streets, avoid the Seeker patrols and MC&R paid thugs. Alleyways it is. The clouds above my head begin to darken and rain begins falling from the heavens, the rancid tears of a pretender neon God. Most of the people found in these alleways knew me, or rather knew the old me. Guess that means nothing now. They wouldn't recognize me with this face, let alone trust me. Most of them were okay folks too. Just hard-up people trying to lay low, stay away from patrols and ne'er-do-wells. Just trying to stay alive. Before this little adventure of ours kicked off, these people, were MY people, the one's I'd rub shoulders with on a daily basis. Sometimes we'd share a conversation waiting in the food banks and poverty lines, on a few occasions we'd share food. I would even pass on a few credits if I had any, just tryin' to play the "Good Samaritan". But right now, as much as it hurts me to do it, I don't the have time or the patience to help anyone. I've got shit to do and time is running out. I should've kept going, I should've known better than to take notice of a call from the darkness. I feel a ripple of impatient rage well up inside me and run through me like a bolt of lightning. Not now, not here. <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Ngghhghh...Hullo sweetthaaang"</span> I knew that voice, it was [[Mick]].
And that's how it went. I no longer gave two fucks about Miss.D, figured it was probably for the best anyways. Over the course of the next few weeks I did my best to lay low, drawing as little attention to myself as possible. Eventually I managed to scrounge up enough credits to get myself a new identity to go with this new face of mine. Couldn't really go around calling myself "Rayne" anymore, so I thought up a new name. For some reason I had always like the name "Sally", so lacking any other viable options, I went with that instead. I got myself a new apartment, a new attitude, even a new wardrobe with a little advice from Princess. Yeah Princess is still around, surfacing from time to time. But we don't argue anymore, we just talk. In a weird way, I'm happy and I think Princess is happy too...well,okay, she's always fucking happy but you know what I mean. Thanks $name, it's not the perfect ending. I still have so many unanswered questions. But it is an ending and that's good enough for me. See you around, Fucko. <div align="center"><img src="Images\rayne2.jpg"></div>
<span style="color: slateblue;">"Oh cmon don't be like that. Rayne, babe, you've known me for what, how many months now? I'd never let you take the fall alone, you know that right? I honestly didn't know shit was gonna go down. By the time I heard the news on the Feederscope they had already swarmed the place the place. You gotta believe me Rayne, there was nothing I could d..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"FUCK YOU! YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I'VE JUST BEEN THROUGH! THEY FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME JAX! THEY DRAGGED ME THROUGH THE FUCKING STREETS LIKE I WAS NOTHING! NOTHING! </span> A lonely tear wells up in my eye and steadily glides down my cheek. I try to wipe it away. I did my best hold all of this back, I really did and despite what you may think, even I'm not completely made of stone. Given enough time and enough pressure, even I can break and fall apart like the most delicate of flowers tossed carelessly into a storm wind. <span style="color: red;">"I saw it all burn Jax. They were setting fire to our homes, torching whatever we had to the ground. People were being fucking executed in the streets, so much blood...They were hungry Jax, just trying to survive! There's no one left...Just me...AND YOU SAY YOU HAD A FUCKING MEETING!?</span> That storm wind was fast becoming a hurricane, ripping and tearing me apart from within. More tears <span style="color: red;">"Sat in a tiny fucking room with no fucking lights or water or food, I was cold, hungry, hurt...and all the time all I could think about was you, Jax. YOU! The one person I thought I could rely on, the one asshole in this rotten miserable fucking hellhole I NEEDED to be able to rely on...and you left me. You FUCKING left me! You left me to be taken, to be beaten, to be fucking tortured and tossed around until they thought I was too broken, too braindead to be useful to anyone! And when they were through, when they had decided the only hope I had left was to die a slow quiet death in a gutter somewhere, they threw me back outside...but not before they had each taken their turn to...to..."</span> <span style="color: slateblue;">"Oh Rayne...they didn't. .Rayne? Tell me they didn't."</span> It was all to much. I broke down. The flower had been dragged through the mud and stomped on, it's petals thrown to the hurricane winds of tragedy, loss and destruction. This young woman renowned for being a hardass and having an angry streak a mile wide, this young fighter who everyone hated yet relied upon to be strong and capable when the time called for it, this "hardass" was now sobbing uncontrollably on the floor [[like a scared little girl]]
But that smile, that overwhelming sense of confidence, the kind of personality that can make you think you can live through just about anything, to fly above the ruined streets of this corrosive city, soaring like an eagle through the once blue skies, high above everyone and everything. I just couldn't resist him. I was too weak and just wanted the pain to stop. I took the pills from his hand and rolled them between my fingers. Pink tubes of supposed happiness and chemical bliss; popping candy of the Gods. How could the answer to so many messed up problems simply lie within the walls of such a small plastic capsule? Staring deep into Jax's eyes for reassurance, I place them both on my tongue. <div align="center"><img src="Images\pills.jpg"></div> He smiles again. I love that smile. No more HesITaTING, no more hurting, no more anything. [[I swallowed]] <<timed 18s transition>>[[Wait...]]<</timed>>
<span style="color: slateblue;">"You think I wanna hang around here? Have myself a fuckin' frigid BITCH like YOU for company? You should hear it "RAYNE", everybody all the time asking "Oh Jax, I bet "RAYNE" fucks like an animal with all that anger!", "Oh Jax, you must feel SO lucky to have a girl that fucking hot!", you make me SICK!"</span> I do my best to ignore the hateful venom spewing forth from his lips, honestly I couldn't give a flying fuck how "frigid" or "hot" someone thinks I am. I'm me, always have been, you either deal with it of fuck off...unfortunately most have always taken the latter option. Thinking his little effort of a monologue is enough to give me a window to act, I make a dive for the gun. Such a rookie mistake. I should've known Jax wouldn't have left such an opening. A quick blow to the cheek has me back on the floor, he starts circling me, closing in for the kill. <span style="color: slateblue;">"Always whining in my ear about how you're so hard done by, how everyones always against you! "Oh Jax, why does no one like me?", "Jax why does no one want me?"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\jaxmock.gif"></div> <span style="color: slateblue;">"Did you ever stop to think that maybe if you put that fuckin icebox of yours to good USE..."</span> A steel re-enforced booted foot swiftly connects with my back, I yelp in pain as I hear a crack...my only thought and an almost comforting one at that, is it's nearly over. <span style="color: slateblue;">"Maybe if a REAL man, like ME, buried his fucking dick deep inside that neglected pussy of yours and showed you a REAL good TIME..."</span> Another kick, another crack, more pain. My insides throb with agony, the room spins in front of my eyes, vision blurring and head pounding, breathing becoming a struggle. Tears of rage and pain stream down my face. I can feel the crimson starting to spill from my open wounds, blood drips from my open mouth and I'm certain I can feel a dislodged tooth rattle inside it. Stand up Rayne, stand up! Don't go out like this, not to him, not here, not now. <span style="color: slateblue;">"...maybe then, just maybe you wouldn't be so FUCKIN PATHETIC!"</span> Another fist, this one swings up fast. As the punch connects, the trickle of blood from my mouth becomes a steady flow, blood shoots in an arc from my face as I lurch backwards, coating the floor, walls and ceiling in an even splatter. My body twisted and broken, I fall face first to the floor amongst the rubble. One more, just one and I wouldn't be getting back up. I find myself almost welcoming the abyss that approaches. With my final drabs of energy I try to roll over. Aching, bruised and struggling to breath, running off of pure adrenaline and survival instinct, I can feel my tank running dry. A sharp pain in my ribs, I reach down to see if anythings there, maybe something sticking out that shouldnt be. Instead of bone or cartilage, my fingers find themselves wrapping around something cold and hard... [[...ol' Betsy.]]
<span style="color: slateblue;">"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, this is your Captain speaking! All flights are cancelled and Miss "RAYNE" here...is about to leave the FUCKING RUNWAY!"</span> He raises his leg, ready to stomp out my last slither of light. I don't know how to describe what happened next. Maybe it was pure instinct, maybe it was a combination of the last remnants of adrenalin within my blood and the primal need to survive...or maybe it was just because I had finally had enough of that fucking prick running his mouth. Whatever it was it didn't matter and I didn't spend an ounce of a second thinking about it. No thought, no reasoning, just that gut of mine doing what it does best. Another surge of adrenaline ripples through my tired veins forcing me to roll over. Jax's expression is priceless as I let off a shot. The buckshot narrowly misses his head, burying itself deep into the ceiling above. Plaster, wood and debris begin to crash down on top of Jax. I somehow manage to roll myself out the way of the falling rubble and get back to my feet before I get buried too. Breathless, I utter a single word. [["Groovy"]]
<span style="color: darkmagenta;">"You see hun, years ago you shut off part of your brain; closed down the parts I lived in, left me for dead in a pit of nothingness for so many years and all because of that sweet Puddin'..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Don't you say his name! Don't you FUCKING DARE!"</span> The world twists and contorts once more. I can feel the very ground beneathe my feet disappear and reappear, suddenly I'm standing above where I once was, looking down at my twin as she looks back up at me with a mischeivously devilish grin. Her tongue curls up and slowly licks her lips before tracing a thin coat of saliva across the surface. I try to ignore my...HER "display". <div align="left"><img src="Images\princess3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...Jax!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"FUCK YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU! I'M GONNA..."</span> Despite my furious protestations and an overwhelming urge to shove my fist through her smarmy fucking face, my body still refuses to co-operate and no matter how hard I try, even moving so much as a muscle seems a task far beyond my current capabilities. I just want her to stop talking, to stop giving me reminders of my past, to stop telling me or suggesting to me that I'm this closet vixen just waiting to be unleashed upon the world. It's all fucking bullshit and no matter how many times she wants to rub her litle clitty infront of me, no matter how enticing she thinks she's being, I'll never become what she wants. I'll never become her! Again another disappearance, another change of view. this time she reappears directly infront of me...Nimble little minx ain't she? Still wearing that ridiculous smile on her face, she leans in close to mine, so close that I can easily smell her sickly sweet bubblegum breath. [[I try not to inhale]]
Draping her arms over my frozen shoulders, sently caresses my cheek before moving herself over to a nearby wall. It doesn't take long before her persistant taunting begins once again. <div align="center"><img src="Images\princess5.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"The things they'll call you, like "Cumbucket", "Fucktoy", "Slut", "Bimbo", maybe if we get lucky..."ssslave"! You'll wear these titles proudly and you'll love it all!</span> Pushing herself off the wall, she slides down to the floor and begins crawling like a dog towards me, wagging an invisible tail coquettishly as she moves in circles around my feet. Unable to hide my worrying arousal anymore, I wince as my body betrays me and an unwelcome warmth begin to grow within...so fucking horny...no, I have to resist this! <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Why don't you ask $name what they think about us? I bet they'd just love to have their way with us. Hows about it Muffin'? You want inside me too? Rayne wants it, I know she does, but without my help she'll never let on."</span> Don't listen to her $name, it's all bullshit and you fucking know it! <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Just stop resisting Sweety, come join me. Let me take over, let me turn us into a wanton needy slut! The kind you know you've always wanted to be. Join me Rayne! Let us become ONE! Show me how much you want this, my pussy is so wet, see how it flows out of so so effortlessly? You know you want a taste, you know you want to bury that hot, wet tongue of ours into this needy cunt!</span> She positions herself infront of me and raises her ass, beckoning me to come over and assault our glistening pussy with my tongue. <div align="left"><img src="Images\princess6.jpg"></div> As if possessed by an invisible force of pure lust my body lurches forward, my tongue pushes itself forward past my lips with such force that if you'd be forgiven for thinking it was pulling the rest of my body towards that sopping wet paradise...of mine? <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"C'mon Rayne, do it! Come FUCK YOURSELF!"</span> [[Nooo!]]
<span style="color: lightsalmon;">"And now ladies and gentlemen! May I draw your attention to lot number #75678. This lil' heart stopper was exposed to a lethal amount of LSC-02. Little minx has about zero going on in that sweet head of hers, but by Jove I tells ya, she fucks like a rocket! May I start the opening bid at 100,000 credits?"</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\auction.jpg"></div> The End ...or is it They fuckin' sold me!? I mean, okay, one hundred thousand credits is a good price, especially if I'm as fuckin' empty-headed as they say, but c'mon!...ugh...Let's try that keypad again, Fucko. I think I remember you telling me to [[open the door]]
Draping her arms over my frozen shoulders, sently caresses my cheek before moving herself over to a nearby wall. It doesn't take long before her persistant taunting begins once again. <div align="center"><img src="Images\princess5.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"The things they'll call you, like "Cumbucket", "Fucktoy", "Slut", "Bimbo", maybe if we get lucky..."ssslave"! You'll wear these titles proudly and you'll love it all!</span> Pushing herself off the wall, she slides down to the floor and begins crawling like a dog towards me, wagging an invisible tail coquettishly as she moves in circles around my feet. Unable to hide my worrying arousal anymore, I wince as my body betrays me and an unwelcome warmth begin to grow within...so fucking horny...no, I have to resist this! <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Why don't you ask $name what they think about us? I bet they'd just love to have their way with us. Hows about it Muffin'? You want inside me too? Rayne wants it, I know she does, but without my help she'll never let on."</span> Don't listen to her $name, it's all bullshit and you fucking know it! <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Just stop resisting Sweety, come join me. Let me take over, let me turn us into a wanton needy slut! The kind you know you've always wanted to be. Join me Rayne! Let us become ONE! Show me how much you want this, my pussy is so wet, see how it flows out of so so effortlessly? You know you want a taste, you know you want to bury that hot, wet tongue of ours into this needy cunt!</span> She positions herself infront of me and raises her ass, beckoning me to come over and assault our glistening pussy with my tongue. <div align="left"><img src="Images\princess6.jpg"></div> As if possessed by an invisible force of pure lust my body lurches forward, my tongue pushes itself forward past my lips with such force that if you'd be forgiven for thinking it was pulling the rest of my body towards that sopping wet paradise...of mine? <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"C'mon Rayne, do it!"</span> [[Come FUCK YOURSELF]]
<span style="color: darkmagenta;">"You see hun, years ago you shut off part of your brain; closed down the parts I lived in, left me for dead in a pit of nothingness for so many years and all because of that sweet Puddin'..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Don't you say his name! Don't you FUCKING DARE!"</span> The world twists and contorts once more. I can feel the very ground beneathe my feet disappear and reappear, suddenly I'm standing above where I once was, looking down at my twin as she looks back up at me with a mischeivously devilish grin. Her tongue curls up and slowly licks her lips before tracing a thin coat of saliva across the surface. I try to ignore my...HER "display". <div align="left"><img src="Images\princess3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...Jax!"</span> <span style="color: red;">"FUCK YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU! I'M GONNA..."</span> Despite my furious protestations and an overwhelming urge to shove my fist through her smarmy fucking face, my body still refuses to co-operate and no matter how hard I try, even moving so much as a muscle seems a task far beyond my current capabilities. I just want her to stop talking, to stop giving me reminders of my past, to stop telling me or suggesting to me that I'm this closet vixen just waiting to be unleashed upon the world. It's all fucking bullshit and no matter how many times she wants to rub her litle clitty infront of me, no matter how enticing she thinks she's being, I'll never become what she wants. I'll never become her! Again another disappearance, another change of view. this time she reappears directly infront of me...Nimble little minx ain't she? Still wearing that ridiculous smile on her face, she leans in close to mine, so close that I can easily smell her sickly sweet bubblegum breath. She moves her imitation face over to my ear. [[I try not to inhale]]
<span style="color: magenta;">"Mistress..."</span> <<timed 3s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\petrayne3.jpg"></div> The End<</timed>> <<timed 6s transition>>or is it... So the bitch won after all huh? All our efforts to avoid being wiped in order to try and find out who the fuck "Miss D" was and why she was after me? All fucking wasted...Still, at least I found a home and I guess in a round-a-bout way, I did find out who "Miss D" was too from the looks of it...IT@S JUST A SHAME THEN THAT I'M TOO FUCKING WIPED TO GIVE A SHIT ASSHOLE! Fuckin' shitballs...There must have been something that went wrong...Head [[Back to the Corridor]] maybe we can change all this. Fuckin' "Pet Rayne", not fucking happening!<</timed>>
<<audio "sally" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\sally.jpg"></div> <span style="color: aquamarine;">"SAlLy"</span> <span style="color: chocolate;">"salLy"</span> <span style="color: darkolivegreen;">"SaaaaalllYY"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...what in the name of Fallo...?"</span> With the lighting being a little better inside this area, I see what was making those unusual sounds I heard out in the corridor. They're everywhere! Walking corpses...or clones...all the same person, all speaking that one word in a mantra-like drone. What the fuck happened to these people!? <span style="color: dimgray;">"SAALLy"</span> <span style="color: lawngreen;">"SSSAllly"</span> Without knowing a damn thing about what the fuck happened down here, I think it best to try and steer well clear of them, besides which, they kinda freak me the fuck out. Standing perfectly still and unsure what to do, I notice they don't seem to pay any attention to me whatsoever. They just wander around repeating that name...it's almost <span style="color: white;" class="glitchy" data-text="sally">hypnotic</span>...NO! Don't start losing your shit now! Focus on getting the fuck out of here, Rayne! <span style="color: mediumvioletred;">"SaLLyyy"</span> There's what looks like a door further in, this one's even bigger than the one for the elevator. Should probably [[check it out]]
I carefully and steadily make my way over to the bulkhead door. Shit...won't open...you seriously saying I'm trapped down here? With the cast of fuckin' Happy Daze wandering around?...I REALLY hate my life. Just as I'm about to resign myself to this nightmnarish fate that life had dealt me, a monitor next to the impressively-sized door flickers to life. An image of a woman, similar in appearance to the drones appears. <div align="left"><img src="Images\realsally.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Hello? Is this thing working? Can you hear me?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"What the fu....yes, yes I can hear you!</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Ahh Miss Rayne! I wondered when you would show up again! But what on Earth are you doing down here? Oh nevermind, it's not important. Look, I need you to help me regain control of the labs, there's been a bit of an...outbreak and I haven't seen or heard from anyone for...oooo...you know, I can't actually remember. I've been locked in this damn Panic Room for so long I've lost nearly all conception of dates and times...though given the current state of affairs I find myself in, that might very well be for the best."</span> <span style="color: red;">"An outbreak!? That what you call this? No shit Sherfuck! And what do you mean by "showing up here again"? How in Fucksville USA do you know who I am!? Start talking lady or I ain't doing shit for you!"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Do we have to do this now? Look around you, Rayne! Can't details wait for a less urgent occasion or for that matter, any other occasion?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"No deets, no deal."</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">Ughhh...you stubborn...fine. [[What do you want to know?]].</span>
<span style="color: red;">"Firstly, who are you and how do you know my name?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"My name is Sally Sparrowhawk, I'm the chief biotics engineer for MC&R Industries. I run both the chemical and bioengineering departments, or rather I used to. As for how I know you? I know you Miss Rayne because you used to work for us, or rather for Miss D. When you were young you were placed into her care and raised as her daughter. When you were old enough you were recruited into MC&R Industries with your ties to Miss.D kept away from public and employee knowledge of course. With her subtle little nudges here and there, you quickly rose to the rank of Head of Security and City Operations. It's no suprise to see you still kicking though, you always were a tough nut to crack."</span> <span style="color: red;">"I'M FUCKING WHAT!? BULLSHIT! I WOULD NEVER WORK FOR THESE...THESE MONSTERS! I'VE NEVER EVEN MET MISS FUCKING D and if I did, I'D RIP HER GODDAMNED FUCKING HEART OUT!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I know who I am. I grew up in 7G. An orphan, NO PARENTS! I EARNED everything I had! MC&R destroyed my life they took me away from me! Working for them? Raised by them? That's a fuckin' joke right? I'd rather get fucking Mindwiped than work for them! No, it's all lies! Fuck them and</span><span style="color: red;"> FUCK YOU TOO!"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"But it is true Rayne, wether you believe it or not, the truth is what it is. Why do you think they've been hunting you all this time? MC&R does not let it's employees go so easily, let alone the child of it's CEO...well, adopted child. And it's funny you should say you'd rather be Mindwiped than work for them, because that's closer to the truth than you realise."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Truth!? What truth!? All I've heard from you is bullshit and fucking lies! "MC&R Head Of Security and City blah blah blah" How come I don't remember, huh? If what you're saying is true, I would remember! Adopted by Miss.D!? Ha! You're fucking crazier than I am! Tell me this then Miss Sparrowhawk, if I was adopted, who are my REAL parents then? What happened to Mom and Dad in all this, huh? Come on then!? I'm waiting! Who's my fucking mother!? TELL ME!"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Well, technically...I suppose I am."</span> [[WHAT!?]]
<span style="color: lightskyblue;">"You've got to understand Rayne, you were not born in the way everyone else was. In a sense, I created you. It took years of painstaking research, thousands of hours, failure after failure, I had almost given up hope. But Miss.D insisted on the research being given top priority so I kept at it, inching closer to success every single day over the course of so many years. You Rayne, are the fruit of that labor."</span> <span style="color: red;">"NO!...IT'S FUCKING....JUST NOOO!"</span> <span style="color: darkolivegreen;">"SalLy?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"FUCK OFF!"</span> <span style="color: darkolivegreen;">"...saLlY..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"But what about my memories? Jax? Elsie? Bille? Were they all grown in a fucking lab too?</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"No, they were created by you."</span> <span style="color: red;">Created by...? Oh this just keeps getting better and better. None of this makes any sense, you know that right? Why would I create "me"!? What fantastical explanation have you got for that?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"If you'd just let me explain, Rayne..."</span> <span style="color: red;">[["........"]]</span>
<span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Wether you believe it or not, it's the truth. You are Rayne Dryaz, a bioengineered enforcer of MC&R Industries. Highly resistant to most basic forms of brainwashing, capable of Seeker-like finesse during combat, prodigy of Mistress D...and currently her bane too and I created you. You wanted answers and I gave them to you, wether you believe them or not is entirely your decision to make but right now Miss Dryaz I need your help to sort out this mess? So please, whenever you're ready?"</span> <span style="color: red;">The name is RAYNE SPENCE! I'm not this fucking "Dryaz" or whoever you think I am. I've never been anyone else and I don't want to be! MC&R ruined my life! I'm no Head of anything...and I'm certainly no goddamned Seeker! I'm Rayne SPENCE and don't you EVER fucking forget it!...Now what do you need?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"There are six control panels located throughout the labs..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Six? Why so many?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Look around you Rayne, you think they'd want anything like this getting out?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Yeah, about that...What the hell happen here?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"A nanobot-based healing, shall we say "virus", escaped the Testing Area. It should've been a routine trial, nothing too fancy. It works by using my base genetic code as a template, copying and comparing it to whatever the current condition of the body is. Any wounds, breaks or gashes it detects, it treats as a defect and immediately heals them. Unfortunately there was an error in the code, I did a Gearbox and missed a comma. So now instead of simply healing, it rewrites anything it comes into contact with that isn't me into becoming me, or at least a base-level version of me."</span> <span style="color: red;">"And the skin tone?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Well, I did say the code was faulty. Look, any physical contact from ANY of those drones will result in an immediate metamorphosis, luckily for you they're mostly docile...for now. Try not to listen to them too much either. though not dangerous at the moment, once they actively start hunting you, that mantra of theirs becomes lethal. Their vocal chords are specifically designed to burrow into the brain of any potential victim, almost as if the sound itself was a virus. Once heard, it's only a matter of time until it kills all major motor functions dead. Best guess, the "sound virus" then mutates, turning it's host into another drone. It wiped outr my entire research team within minutes! For some reason it doesn't seem to be as effective on you for the time being, educated guess would lead me to believe that it must be that unique brain of yours, but you are NOT immune, Rayne! You cannot afford to be careless here! I estimate approximately four minutes until you lose your capacity for thought and mutation begins."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Ok, stay away from the Sallyfucks Got it. So these panels?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Ahh yes, sorry. You need to activate these six panels, hope you like riddles because our IT Security expert Mr. O'Richards certainly did! Once the first one is activated, an alarm will sound, this will almost certainly get the attention of the, ahem, "Sallyfucks". They'll begin actively hunting you, trying to turn you into one of them. You will need to act quickly Rayne!"</span> [[Anything else?]]
<span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Yes. Once you've correctly activated the panels, you'll need to return here to give me the final code. It should be a combination made from all the previous panel passwords, so going on that, only one letter from each is needed. Though what that final combination is, is anyone's guess."</span> <span style="color: red;">"You mean you don't fucking know!?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"It's a security system Rayne, it changes daily! I know the security guy was really into fruit, so maybe think of something alone those lines? Once you have given me the correct code I can open the doors from here then you can safely proceed into the underground railway. Once there you should be able to grab a train directly to the Mansion, perhaps finish any business you might have with Miss D."</span> <span style="color: red;">"What about you?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Don't worry about me. I've nearly created an antidote for the nanovirus, just need a little more time. Should hopefully be ready for you to use on yourself before it's too late. After that? I'll be fine so long as the drones don't figure out complex door locks. Besides, I've enough Liquid Fire and Twinkzees to last a good while yet."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Liquid Fire? My favorite poison..."</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Of course it is Rayne. You think I'd create you without adding a little something of me in there?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"hmph..."</span> Damn...You still with me $name? Some heavy shit right here huh. For the record, I ain't buying that shit about me and MC&R, but if what she says is true...ugh, nevermind, it's not important. Try not to let it distract us, okay? This one's gonna be tough so best save that game of yours. Let's do this! <<set $codeguess to true>> Head to the [[the first panel]] or if you think we can guess this shit straight away, we can always head to the [[Big Door]], but I really don't recommend that unless you 100% know the answer to the final passcode.
<div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">FURTHER ENTRY REQUIRED-</span></div> <<set $codeguess to false>> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">A CHEESY GADGET IS GREATER Password: </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "Maybe...?">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('grater')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">[[ENTRY ACCEPTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>>
<<if visited("Sally") is 2>> Look, I can see you're struggling with this $name and since you've helped me out a fair bit up to this point, I'm gonna give you a hand, repay the favor so to speak. Just get that daft ass of yours over to the [[Big Door]] and enter the final password. You'll still have to figure that part out though, so good luck. The missing codes are: Grater, Eye, Port, A, Sleep and Rattle. Now take a letter from each, rearrange them and make the final needed password, Sally said the answer would probably be fruit related, so that's a start. Just tell me to head on over whenever you think you know the answer. That's it bub, favor repaid. Good luck for both our sakes! <<else>> <<audio "sally" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\sally1.jpg"></div> <div align='center'><span style="color: darkcyan;">SsSAAalllLLyyy...</span></div> <span style="color: darkred;">Nghhhh....</span> <<fadein 0.2s 5s>><div align='center' style="color: red;">...SaLly...</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 7s>><div align='center'>GAME OVER</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 8s>>Replay from [[the first panel]]?<</fadein>> <</if>>
<<set $one to 240>><<countdownTimer $one "Sallyturn">><<set $one to 5 * .1>><<set $timepast to 0>><<audio "alarm" play>> <span style="color: darkcyan;">SALLY!</span><span style="color: limegreen;">SALLY!</span> <span style="color: darkgoldenrod;">SALLY!</span><span style="color: mediumpurple;">SALLY!</span> Shit! Guess that means I'm infected. Can't think about it now though. Five rooms, five more panels. I can access two of the rooms from in here. [[Testing Area]] [[Mindwipe Pods]] [[Corridor]] <<set $myDelay to random (8, 17) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\pink.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"fumfn...pnk"</span> My mind...fighting...sooo...hard...<span style="color: deeppink;">"mmm...hard"</span> The screen....again...not much left... <div align="center"><img src="Images\dumb.gif"></div> .... <div align="center"><img src="Images\dribble.gif"></div> <span style="color: lime;">"Hello Rayne! I know you can hear me. I know how open you are to my...suggestions. To be truthful, I find it "disappointing" you fell so easily. I have WAITED so long for this moment, so let's take our time shall we and GO DEEPER!"</span> <<timed 15s transition>>[[Fuck this noise]]<</timed>> [[Yes Mistress]]
<span style="color: red;">Hey, what's this?</span> The soon as I pull the door open something rolls onto the floor from the shelving unit next to me, best guess is the draft must've dislodged it. A pick up the object and hold it in my hands; a scrunched up ball of paper. Carefully unfolding it, I can see it appears to be some kind of receipt for... <span style="color: red;">"A fucking PINK box! Motherfucker! I'M GONNA...NGHHH...SHITSTICKINMUTHERFUKINWASTEOFSPERM!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"mmmspermmmm"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...huh? What the...nah..."</span> Damn, sorry Playa, think I lost my shit a second there. Probably an after-effect of being in contact with that goo shit, aside from the bigger tits I mean. I'm okay though now, nice and calm I promise, absolutely no worries here. Charlie's unconscious body lies still on the floor, so regardless of how much I'd happily kick the shit out of him right now, it wouldn't matter. Daft fucker is probably gonna be off solids for a month as it is...just a bit of patience. Once he's wasted that money of his on some new teeth and maybe a bit of facial reconstruction, I'll just pay him another visit, pound the shit outta him again. Does this make me a bully? Maybe. Do I give a flying fuck? Nope. And no, before you ask I'm not going to steal his takings. Yes he's an asshole granted, but I'm not a thief! A girl's gotta have some morals y'know and as questionable as you may think mine are, they are there. Think that's about it for The Clink. <<if Flag("fucknut")>> [[Head out]] <<else>> Where to now? [[Fucknut's Office]] or [[Head out]] <</if>>
So this letter...best reading voice folks <span style="color: red;">Dear Mister Twat</span> Yeah I know right? Fucker couldn't have been given a better name. He always inisited it was Twaite but I fucking called him on it every chance I got...which was alot, like every fucking day. You know, looking back at it now it's kind of a minor miracle he didnt fire my ass sooner. Guess no one would dare work with him due to his somewhat prominent reputation for being an all-round fucking creep. Strange thing is that being hired by him was easy. He asked no questions about my history, about my skills or qualifications, not that I had any outside of kicking ass and taking names. I guess he just wanted someone to sell shit without any questions and to be fair, I needed the pay. Even early on he figured out I knew how to hold my own against his repulsive advances, so that shit soon stopped. I knew how to hold my own and boy did I let him know it. [[back to the letter]]
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <<if $testing>><div align="center"><img src="Images\testing.jpg"></div> Nothing else in there. [[Main Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 8) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <<else>><div align="center"><img src="Images\testing.jpg"></div> Whatever the fuck happened here, I think we're lucky we missed it. [[Panel's over there]] <<set $myDelay to random (6, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><div align="center"><img src="Images\oldpods.jpg"></div> <<if $pods>> We've got this code! Stop wasting time! [[Main Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 8) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> Door's electronic and like everything else around here, it looks totally fucked. No time to search the place, just get to the panel and run! [[Pods Panel]] <<set $myDelay to random (5, 9) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><<if $laboffice>><div align="center"><img src="Images\corridor2.jpg"></div> So you figured this shit out $name? If you have, we want to head to the [[Big Door]] in the Main Lobby. We have to be sure though! There are ALOT of those things in the Lobby and we only get one shot at this. If you need time to think away from the Sallyfucks, we can always head to the [[Biolab]], should be safe in there. <<set $myDelay to random (8, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Sally">> <</timed>> <<else>><div align="center"><img src="Images\corridor2.jpg"></div> Two more rooms, Stairs leading up [[Stairs]] [[Cantina]] [[Biolab]] [[Main Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (2, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Sally">> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><<if $cantina>> Why are we back here again? Get your shit together! [[Corridor]] <<set $myDelay to random (5, 10) + "s">><<timed $myDelay>><<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>><</timed>> <<else>><div align="center"><img src="Images\cantina.jpg"></div> This place is gross, dirt and grime everywhere...and why the fuck is there a bowl of GRAPES here? I know it's the Cantina, but still! There's a name on the side of the bowl, "O'Richards"? That's the mad bastard that created all these fucking annoying riddles! If I ever meet that sonofabitch...Damnit, can still hear those fuckers searching for me...shit, wheres the panel? <<nobr>><span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search bitch!">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<timed 1s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>[[FOUND IT!]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span><</nobr>> <<set $myDelay to random (20, 30) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <<if $proto2 or $proto or $bio or $bio2>> Need a breather right? Gotcha. Back to the [[Corridor]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bio.jpg"></div> The door somehow works here, thank Christ. Should give me a break from being hunted, I'm still infected though so better make this quick. <span style="color: orangered;">"H...H..hello?"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"Is someone there?"</span> I turn to see a...<span style="color: darkred;">"Woah..."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\proto.jpg"></div> <span style="color: orangered;">"Please, you've got to help us!"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"We're stuck in here with those...THINGS running around outside."</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"Tell us, is Miss Sparrowhawk</span><span style="color: teal;"> still alive?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"She is yeah, hold up in a panic room near the main lobby. I'm in a real hurry lady...uhh...ladies, so whatever you want, you best make this quick!"</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"Oh thank goodness!"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"Proto"</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"We are Proto"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"I assume you're looking for the passcodes yes? We can give you one."</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"We just need you to escort us to</span> <span style="color: teal;">Sparrowhawk's Panic Room."</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"She created us,</span> <span style="color: teal;">she'll let us in."</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"We promise, we are not a threat"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"We just don't wish to be left out here with alone with THEM!"</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"Will you take us?"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"Please Miss, will you take us?"</span> [[Escort Proto]] or [[Leave Proto Here]] <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 181 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <<if $proto>><div align="center"><img src="Images\sally.jpg"></div> Shit, not my favorite room! [[Panic Room]] [[Testing Area]] [[Mindwipe Pods]] [[Corridor]]<<set $myDelay to random (4, 9) + "s">><<timed $myDelay>><<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>><</timed>> <<else>><div align="center"><img src="Images\sally.jpg"></div> Shit, not my favorite room! [[Testing Area]] [[Mindwipe Pods]] [[Corridor]] <<set $myDelay to random (3, 7) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">-FURTHER ENTRY REQUIRED-</span></div> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"All fall to me when awoken too much. Perish shall you without my touch Strange visions you see whilst in my grasp. By night I appear, until day do I last What am I?" Password: </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "C'mon...?">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('sleep')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">[[POD CODE GRANTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<set $myDelay to random (15, 35) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<if visited("Sally2") is 2>> Look, I can see you're struggling with this $name and since you've helped me out a fair bit up to this point, I'm gonna give you a hand, repay the favor so to speak. Just get that daft ass of yours over to the [[Big Door]] and enter the final password. You'll still have to figure that part out though, so good luck. The missing codes are: Grater, Eye, Port, A, Sleep and Rattle. Now take a letter from each, rearrange them and make the final needed password, Sally said the answer would probably be fruit related, so that's a start. Just tell me to head on over whenever you think you know the answer. That's it bub, favor repaid. Good luck for both our sakes! <<else>> <<audio "sally" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\sally2.jpg"></div> <div align='center'><span style="color: limegreen;">SsSAAalllLLyyy...</span> <span style="color: darkred;">Nghhhh....</span> <<fadein 0.2s 5s>><div align='center' style="color: red;">...SaLly...</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 7s>><div align='center'>GAME OVER</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 8s>>Replay from [[the first panel]]?<</fadein>> <</if>>
<<if visited("Sally3") is 2>> Look, I can see you're struggling with this $name and since you've helped me out a fair bit up to this point, I'm gonna give you a hand, repay the favor so to speak. Just get that daft ass of yours over to the [[Big Door]] and enter the final password. You'll still have to figure that part out though, so good luck. The missing codes are: Grater, Eye, Port, A, Sleep and Rattle. Now take a letter from each, rearrange them and make the final needed password, Sally said the answer would probably be fruit related, so that's a start. Just tell me to head on over whenever you think you know the answer. That's it bub, favor repaid. Good luck for both our sakes! <<else>> <<audio "sally1" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\sally3.jpg"></div> <div align='center'><span style="color: darkgoldenrod;">SsSAAalllLLyyy...</span> <span style="color: darkred;">Nghhhh....</span> <<fadein 0.2s 5s>><div align='center' style="color: red;">...SaLly...</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 7s>><div align='center'>GAME OVER</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 8s>>Replay from [[the first panel]]?<</fadein>> <</if>>
<<if visited("Sally4") is 2>> Look, I can see you're struggling with this $name and since you've helped me out a fair bit up to this point, I'm gonna give you a hand, repay the favor so to speak. Just get that daft ass of yours over to the [[Big Door]] and enter the final password. You'll still have to figure that part out though, so good luck. The missing codes are: Grater, Eye, Port, A, Sleep and Rattle. Now take a letter from each, rearrange them and make the final needed password, Sally said the answer would probably be fruit related, so that's a start. Just tell me to head on over whenever you think you know the answer. That's it bub, favor repaid. Good luck for both our sakes! <<else>> <<audio "sally1" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\sally4.jpg"></div> <div align='center'><span style="color: mediumpurple;">SsSAAalllLLyyy...</span> <span style="color: darkred;">Nghhhh....</span> <<fadein 0.2s 5s>><div align='center' style="color: red;">...SaLly...</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 7s>><div align='center'>GAME OVER</div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.2s 8s>>Replay from [[the first panel]]?<</fadein>> <</if>>
<<audio "sally" play>> I can feel the drones mantra in my mind So deep... So loud... ...I won't give in... ...I can't givvvveee iiii <<fadein 0.2s 7s>><div align='center'>[[SssSSsss]]</div><</fadein>>
<<audio "sally1" play>> <<fadein 2s 3s>><div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'><span style="color: red;">...SSssSaaAaLlly...</span></div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.5s 6s>><div align="center"><img src="Images\raynesally.jpg"></div> The End ...or is it? A mindless drone. You pretty much fucking zombified me, nice...Goddamnit! -sigh- Not your smoothest moment eh $name? I know this one's tricky. There's alot to do and not much time to do it in, but right now you being there helping me is the only thing I know for certain...and though I know I don't always show it, I do appreciate your help. I'll take us back, please don't give up on me $name. I...I need you. [[the first panel]]<</fadein>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <<set $pods to true>>Fuck yes! Nice one $name! Best move our asses back to the [[Corridor]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">-FURTHER ENTRY REQUIRED-</span></div> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"A dangerous Snake's Baby-Trap" Password: </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "Baby trap? Geezus...">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('rattle')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">[[CANTINA CODE GRANTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<set $myDelay to random (12, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><<set $cantina to true>>Alright! C'mon $name! Back to the [[Corridor]]. <<set $myDelay to random (4, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><<if $proto>> <<set $bio to true>><div align="left"><img src="Images\realsally.jpg"></div><span style="color: lightskyblue;">Rayne, what on Earth are you...<span> <span style="color: teal;">"MIST</span><span style="color: orangered;">RESS!"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Proto? Oh my sweet girls! I thought you'd been killed, or worse! Thank you Rayne, I'll open the door, you have no idea what this means to me!"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"The code from the Biolab was "Eye". Unfortunately, we only know three of the other four codes"</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"But there's no time to give you all three."</span> <span style="color: teal;">"Which code would you like, Rayne?"</span> [[Testing Area code]] [[Pod code]] [[Cantina code]] [[Forget it!]] <<set $myDelay to random (12, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <<set $proto to false>> <<set $proto2 to true>> <<else>> <div align="left"><img src="Images\realsally.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"What are you doing here Rayne? Go get those codes before it's too late!"</span> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <<set $proto to true>> <span style="color: teal;">"Thank You so much!"</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"We're ready to leave when you are!"</span> <span style="color: teal;">"You're welcome to try the panel in here if you wish."</span> <span style="color: red;">"No problem. Just don't get in the way."</span> Well $name, You wanna have a go at the panel [[code]] or head back to the [[Corridor]]?
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <span style="color: red;">"Sorry Proto, I just don't have time."</span> <span style="color: teal;">"It's okay" -sob-</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"We...understand" -sob-</span> Proto slowly walks away, crying into their hands. Great, now I feel like a fuckin' jerk...ugh...the panel's here, let's just get this [[code]] and go.
<<set $pods to true>> <<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><span style="color: orangered;">The code from the Pods computer is "Sleep"</span> <span style="color: teal;">We really hoped that helped, Rayne</span> <span style="color: orangered;">Thank you</span> <span style="color: orangered;">once again!</span> [[Main Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (6, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $cantina to true>> <<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><span style="color: orangered;">The code from the Cantina panel is "Rattle"</span> <span style="color: teal;">We really hoped that helped, Rayne</span> <span style="color: orangered;">Thank you</span> <span style="color: orangered;">once again!</span> [[Main Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (6, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> Waste of fucking time that was! Back to the [[Main Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (5, 8) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">-FURTHER ENTRY REQUIRED-</span></div> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"If this Key offends pluck out the first, the last is the beginning of the End!" Password: </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "Key? What key...?">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('eye')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">[[BIOLAB CODE GRANTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><<set $bio2 to true>>Alright! C'mon $name! We gonna [[Escort Proto]] or say our goodbye's and head back to the [[Corridor]]?
<div align="left"><img src="Images\mug.jpg"></div> That is one sweet-ass mug! Stop! Hacker time! [[log on]] <<timed 6s transition>>Wait...<</timed>> <<timed 9s transition>>There's something scribbled on the bottom, some of it's worn away<</timed>> <<timed 11s transition>><div align="left"><img src="Images\mugbottom.jpg"></div><</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">-FURTHER ENTRY REQUIRED-</span></div> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"A Sailor's drink for Direction" Password: </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "Sailing directions? A drink? Any ideas $name?">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('port')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">[[TESTING AREA CODE GRANTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<set $myDelay to random (15, 30) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <<if $pods and $cantina and $testing and ($bio or $bio2)>> Looks like they've finally cleared out! [[Lab office]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> There's too many "Sallyfucks" blocking the stairs for now, no way I'm making it up there. Try again later. [[Corridor]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <<set $testing to true>>We're doing okay $name but we better move on quick. Back to the [[Corridor]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\laboffice.jpg"></div> Final Panel...[[Thank fuck]] <<set $myDelay to random (6, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 300%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">-FURTHER ENTRY REQUIRED-</span></div> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"Sally, Rayne, and Proto are clones. Yet Sally and Rayne share something that Proto does not. What is it?" Password: </span></div><div id="passwordArea1"><<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "I am not A fucking clone!">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('a')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">[[LAB OFFICE CODE GRANTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again, single digit input required</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<set $myDelay to random (13, 25) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">><<set $laboffice to true>>Last password done! If you need time to figure things out, there's the Biolabs. Remember Sally said something about fruit? That might be a clue. So head to the Biolabs otherwise, it's the Main Lobby. Back to the [[Corridor]] <<set $myDelay to random (6, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
<<if $codeguess>> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Rayne, what are you...!? Do you know the password already?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Yeah. at least I think so. Can we get a move on!?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Uhhh...okay then, if you're certain. I'm transferring Door Control to you, I have to finish this antidote. Just needs another minute or two.</span> <span style="color: red;">"Whatever."</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Well, you have control...you know what'll happen the soon as you start entering that code right? Alarms, noise, SallyFucks, etc...so, you definitely sure you got this?"</span> You [[Ready]] $name or have second thoughts and want to head to the [[the first panel]] instead? <<else>> <<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align="left"><img src="Images\realsally.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Rayne, thank goodness! Do you have the password?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Yeah. at least I think so, Can we get a move on!?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Great! I'm transferring Door Control to you, I have to finish this antidote. Just needs another minute or two.</span> <span style="color: red;">"C'mon, c'mon...Fuuuuckkk...hurry the fuck up Sally, those things are right behind me!"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"You think I don't know that!? There, it's done. Are you ready, Rayne?"</span> [[Ready]] <<set $myDelay to random (15, 30) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $codeguess>> <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">-PLATFORM ACCESS-</span></div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"Enter Access Code:"</span> </div><div align='center' id="passwordArea1"> <<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "It's...">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('grapes')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> [[ACCESS GRANTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<set $myDelay to random (8, 25) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Raynesally">> <</timed>> <<else>> <<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">-PLATFORM ACCESS-</span></div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"Enter Access Code:"</span> </div><div align='center' id="passwordArea1"> <<textbox "$password" "">></div> <<link "It's...">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('grapes')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> [[ACCESS GRANTED]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Try again</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <<set $myDelay to random (8, 25) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Raynesally">> <</timed>><</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bigdoor.jpg"></div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 250%;' class="dumb_terminal"> @@#blinky; -PLEASE STAND CLEAR OF THE DOORS-@@</div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }); <</script>> <<timed 4s transition>><div align='center'>[[Get inside and close it!]]</div><</timed>> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 25) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "Raynesally")`>> <</timed>>
<<audio "sally" play>> I can feel the drones mantra in my mind. They surround me on every side closing in, their arms raised, hands eager to grab me...No way out...I won't give in...I can't givvvveee iiii...<<fadein 0.2s 7s>><div align='center'>[[NOOOOOOO!]]</div><</fadein>>
I don't think it was at all possible for me to smash that button quick enough. With a huge sigh of relief I watch as the doors seal up behind me. Hopefully separating me and those Sallyfucks for good. <span style="color: darkred;">"Shit, Sally! The antidote!"</span> <<timed 4s transition>><span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Rayne? Rayne, can you hear me?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Sally!? Yes! It's okay, I'm through. I'm still turning though! I'm still infected! Where's that fucking antidote you promised me!?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"It's okay Rayne, calm down! It's already been administered."</span> <span style="color: red;">"What? How? I don't unders..."</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"I used an auditory vaccine, it was broadcast the second you closed that door. You should be fine now. Just make your way to the train. No need to set a destination, it only goes to and from [[the Mansion]]</span><</timed>>
<span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Look, Rayne, I know things aren't how you wanted them to be. I know you feel like your whole world has been burned to cinders and I'm sure given the opportunity you wouldn't have chosen to be what you are, but what's done is done and it has been for quite some time. I should have done more to protect you, I know and living with the possibilty of you being turned to serve them, to be wiped and reformatted into becoming the perfect MC&R Seeker, helping them spread their evil across the globe...it's almost too much to bear. Yet it's something that will forever haunt my mind"</span> <span style="color: red;">"...so, what do I do now? What's the point of going on if everything I am is a lie? I mean, I'm not even me anymore am I? I'm just a failed fucking lab experiment gone rogue, just a....a nothing. Fuck, I'm not even human..."</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"It's not like that Rayne! You're far more than any of us could ever hope to be! Those memories, all those feelings, fears, hopes and dreams, wether they were fabricated or not, they are yours! So long as you fight for them, nothing can ever take them away from you! Whoever you used to be, that's not who you are anymore. This "Rayne Spence", this woman you have become, that is who you are now and here you have a chance to stop Miss.D, to end MC&R once and for all! You're the only one who can resist their mind-control techniques, the only one who even has a remote chance at making it! This whole thing started with you and it can only EVER end with you. You've made it so far my sweet, sweet child Don't give up, Rayne."</span> <span style="color: red;">"...how do I get to the train?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Straight down the corridor, first door on your left. Rayne, I know it won't mean much coming from someone you don't even remember anymore, but I love you. I love you like any mother would love their own daughter, I always have. And to see you grow up to become this fascinating woman? I have never been more proud. Good luck, Rayne. I hope you finally get what you came for and Rayne?" </span> <span style="color: red;">"Yeah"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"If you get stuck or find yourself unable to proceed, just remember who you are, who you always were and you'll soon find your way."</span> I pause...I can't find any words, or at least not the right ones...I can feel a lump gathering in my throat making it hard to swallow, then without warning, I say the only words that make any sense to say. [[Goodbye...Mom]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\platform.jpg"></div> The train platform is disturbingly quiet and still. Compared to the runied lab behind that massive door, you'd be forgiven for thinking we had just entered an entirely different building. I pause to look around, get my bearings and make the most of the fact I no one here is trying to brainwash or transform me into anything. The faint sound of the Sallyfucks mantra echoing behind that massive door remind me that despite the revelations Sally had given me, which were more than a little bit of a headfuck, my mission hadn't changed and I had to keep going. I had got this fucking far, I had survived MC&R's bullshit so far and there was no way in any imaginable hell that I was giving up now. Despite the platform not seeing any use for what I assume to be a fair number of weeks or even months, the place looks unusually clean...this kind of shit only serves to make me nervous...I really hate this fucking place, $name. Flourescent lights flicker and hum above me, smothering the area in a sterile white light stinging my retinas, the odd flickering through lack of any proper maintenance irritiates my tired brain, a cool breeze blowing down the tunnel towards me chills me to the bone. The train car lies ahead, waiting, like a deathcart, ready to deliver me to it's queen. A gentle hum emmits from within, probably just the power but can't be too certain. Whatever happens from here on in, thanks $name for getting me this far. With no other option but to keep going, I step into the train cabin...the door silent slides closes behind me and a button on the drivers dashboard blinks red at me. Taking a deep breath, I press it and brace myself as the train engine powers up and gently eases forward. the only thought in my mind? "What the fuck am I getting myself into now?" [[The journey]]
<<audio "sally1" play>> <<fadein 2s 3s>><div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;'><span style="color: red;">...SSsaAaLly...</span></div><</fadein>> <<fadein 0.5s 6s>><div align="center"><img src="Images\raynesally2.jpg"></div> The End ...or is it? DAMNIT! We were so close! We gotta get that final code! You can do it $name, I know you can! Shit...the earliest I can take us back is to asking if there's [[Anything else?]].<</fadein>>
<span style="color: lightskyblue;">-sigh- "The story that I heard was that you had grown weary of your duties as HOSACO, grown tired of brainwashing, Mindwipes and executions. As laughable as it may seem, the great Rayne Dryaz had grown a conscience. You wanted to get away from it all, start anew, find a way to forget everything you had ever done. But you knew Miss D. would never let you go. so you came to me for help."</span> <span style="color: red;">"You? That still doesn't explain..."</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"You asked me to change you Rayne, to give you a new life. To Mindwipe you, give you a new existence. To use my knowledge of body transformation to give you a new unrecognizable face and form. This person you are now, this Rayne Spence? You created it all in your mind and I made it real! Miss.D immediately halted all MC&R projects once you had disappeared. People were saying she had a total breakdown, put all MC&R funding into finding you and bringing you back. She hired gangs, assassins, paid informants, I'd never seen such dedication! That's what caused the initial collapse of MC&R Industries. The "prisoners run amock" cover story was, well, a cover story! Of course Miss.D thought I had something to do with it, who else could have helped to engineer an escape like that? So I was thrown down here, tossed aside like so much chaff, to be forgotten about by all except a select few. So long as I kept producing results, they'd send me food and supplies and despite the threats of being wiped and tortured, I never let on who you were or where you had gone...I...I cared too much for you."</span> <span style="color: red;">"But...if you didn't tell them anything, why are they suddenly after me now?"</span> <span style="color: lightskyblue;">"Unfortunately Rayne, you kept that troublesome attitude of yours, a personality trait so strong even the Mindwipe couldn't erase it. I knew sooner or later your temper would get the attention of MC&R, I just had to hope you were more careful. A vain hope if ever I had one. You see, Mindwipes don't work on you the way they should, must be that perfect genetic makeup of yours. Rayne, Rayne never changes."</span> [[Bullshit]]
<<set $testing to true>> <<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 241 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "Sallyturn">> <span style="color: orangered;">"The code from the Testing Area panel is "Port"."</span> <span style="color: teal;">"We really hoped that helped, Rayne!"</span> <span style="color: orangered;">"Thank you</span> <span style="color: orangered;">once again!"</span> [[Main Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (7, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Sally", "Sally2", "Sally3", "Sally4")`>> <</timed>>
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<span style="color: lightpink;">The drunken, smelly zombie-man slowly staggers towards us...</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\hobo.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Uhhh Rayne, I'm not feelin' up to sucking smelly, drunk cock right now. Can you do what you do please? Even a brainless slut like me has their limits y'know."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">No problem, just give me control for a few minutes."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Okey-dokey, no tricks though!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"No tricks. You have my word on that."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"What word?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...I'll explain later."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh...here's you go then bestie!"</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Waaahsssamattta? Yeeewcanna lloooks likes that annd nnotts wauntssss mahh cokkkk!"</span> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"I don't have the time or the patience for this shit. Two choices Fuckface, Back the fuck up NOW, or loose a fucking eye. Which is it?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Uhhh Rayne, hun? Don't you think that's a little harsh?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Do you want us to get out of here or not?"<span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...I guess so, but..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Then let me take care of it!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Ok Rayne, you do know best in these things. I don't wanna watch though, so I'm gonna cover my eyes"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"PRINCESS!?! NOW I CAN'T SEE!"</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Whhaaa the fuuu? Arrgh yeeeew -hic- playinn Peeeekafuxnboooooo?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"ooops, sorry Rayne"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Well? Times up asshole! What's it gonna be?"</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Whhhyy Ahhhm gunnnaaaa!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Warned ya!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\raynepunch.gif"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Ewwww! Rayne, I think he soiled himself!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I think you'll find that was there long before he met us."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh....OH! Ewwwwwwwwww!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Next time you want this slut on your cock, maybe clean up a little first eh buddy? Toodles!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I really wish you'd stop saying that! Now if you're done [[looking for cock]], we've got places to be."</span>
<span style="color: darkmagenta;">"It's okay Princess, you got this! It's just a regular ordinary...ewwww grosss...cock. Nothin' you haven't done before."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh c'mon Princess!? Really? You're gonna stick that...THING...in our...?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I know what I'm doing Rayne! Besides, you'd only beat the poor guy to death!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"But he's..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"He's what? Homeless? Down on his luck? Just because he looks and smells like he's bathed in his own poop, doesn't mean he deserves our hatred Rayne! Now I'm gonna give this unfortunate soul a blowjob and if you don't like it, well you can just leave!"</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Youuus ssshhurlikkkes datalkshin -hic- toooo yerselfss alotsh doint ya!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh you poor creature! Now, where's that delish cock of yours!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">With my hand rubbing softly against his bulge, I unzip his pants...</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"That's...an unusual aroma you got goin' there, definitely unique..."</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"nffghyhhlg...shitshhh"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">"Whatevs, best get this over with quick. We gots to get to the [[docks still]]."</span>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\hobobj.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">I go to work on his...unique cock. Rubbing it's length with my hands and servicing the tip and head with my tongue...you have no idea how much I appreciate not having much of a gag reflex here.</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"ughhhhhngghh -hic- nnngghhg"</span <span style="color: lightpink;">His cock tastes like alcoholic rancid apples...I don't hold out much hope for the cummies being any better. Best keep goin' though, don't wanna upset the poor fella.</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Ahhhm cummmmmins.....takeshitttalllll in yerrr purdddy mouuf -hic- Bitsscch!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Not sure I should swallow this...particular cum. $name, what do you think I should do?</span> [[Swallow]] or have a [[Facial instead]]?
<div align="center"><img src="Images\hobobj.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">I swallow....my decision is swiftly followed with instant regret...my stomach starts to churn, I double over in pain, the icky cum doesn't sit well inside me at all...uh-oh...</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\sick.gif"></div> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Pffftt...yooou donnnaliykemahcum! Ahhhlll -hic- fuggins makeshhh yeweatshit aagggiaaain!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">He grabs me by the head and forces his revolting cock down my throat, the sick still dripping from my mouth now coating his already yucky cock...ughhh...so vile...it's tooo gross, I'm gonna...the facefucking continues as feel my head spin, I think I'm gonna pass out...I think...without warning my teeth bite down hard, slicing the horrible man's cock in two!</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"AAAAAAGGHHHHHH!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Blood starts oozing from the wound, trickling down my chin. I spit out the lumpy piece of flesh between my teeth.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Whaaaaa!?"</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"You fucking BITCH! Mahh DICK!"</span> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"If you EVER come ANYWHERE near me again, I swear to fucking God your prick won't be all you fucking lose! You get me shitsack!? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! GO!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The horrible thing-man quickly backs away, holding what remains of his cock in his hands and leaving a trail of blood behind him. He soon vanishes into the night</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Rayne? You...you bit that guys...you saved me. I can't believe I was so stupid...I... -sob- I'm sorry, Rayne."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"It's okay, Princess. I'm sorry I took control like that, but what he was doing to us? I just couldn't let it happen, I just couldn't."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Thank you..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Don't worry about it. I'll always be here for you, besides, it's not like I have much of a choice. The Docks District is still a ways away, we should get moving."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Picking myself up, I gingerly make my way out of the alley, that horrid taste of blood still lingering on my tongue. Maybe I should be more careful in the future, at least when it comes to [[looking for cock]].</span>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\facial.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"...mmm...that was wonderful!"</span> <span style="color: brown;">"Whhhatthefugggever -hic- Ahhhm gonnnagothfrtup..."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Okey-dokey! Toodles!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The strange-smelling man slowly staggers away The rain falling on our face soon washes that yummy cummy away.</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Unfuckingbelievable."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">Oh shhhh up, Rayne! You're just jealous that I got the cum and you didn't!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">We both have the same....Fuck it, I give up."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yay! I win!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Well, I'm all done [[looking for cock]], shall we go?"</span>
<span style="color: lightpink;">The Dock's District is...well, a Docks district, at least I assume that's what it is. Having never really seen one before I'm not sure what to expect. The rain, no longer a soft drip, hammers down hard on my soft forehead...BRAINFREEZE! Looks like the Docks is off limits to the general public. There's a guard on the gate just ahead. What shall we do?</span> [[Speak to the guard]] or [[Look for another way in]]
<span style="color: lightpink;">Doing my very bestest to look friendly and fucka...ahem...likeable, I walk over to the gentleman guarding the Docks entrance</span> <span style="color: greenyellow;">"Can I help you Ma'am? That attire is hardly appropriate for this kind of weather or indeed this area. I highly suggest you turn around, return home and put on something a little less risque."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh? I thought what I'm wearing was quite scrummy. You don't approve?"</span> <span style="color: greenyellow;">"It's not that I don't approve Ma'am..."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh please, enough of this "Ma'am" sillyness, call me Princess!"</span> <span style="color: greenyellow;">"Very well, "Princess", as I was saying, it's not that I think your attire isn't "Scrummy", far from it you do indeed look rather fetching, but this location is a notorious hotspot for rape, muggings, murder, assassination, the works! Why do you think they give us these big guns?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"My, you DO have a big gun don't you! I bet you really know how to use it too! Maybe, you might, oh I don't know, let me HANDLE it for you? I'd more than happy for you to take a LOAD off..."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">He can't resist me! Seizing the opportunity, I lick the barrel of his gun then slowly and seductively suckle on the tip.</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"You do realize exactly how fucking stupid you are being right now, right? One wrong move and that ridiculous brain of yours...of OURS, gets splattered all over the..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Shhhh, Rayne, not now!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The guard looks at me a little funny, I guess Rayne's interruption might have put him off a little. I give his crotch a reassuring rub, bringing his mind back to focusing on what [[I WANT]] him to focus on.</span>
<span style="color: lightpink;">With a little bit of Rayne's help, I manage to climb the fence and make it inside. Looks like there's a few different buildings here and not all are worth investigating. We ARE on a time limit here so can't spend all night going in and out of buildings. If we don't catch up to The Creeper soon, we may never get this chance again. <div align="center"><img src="Images\docks.jpg"></div> The first building looks like a Tavern of some sort, no doubt full to the brim with burly men. Thick muscles and even thicker cocks...mmmm...</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Princess!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...cocks....Huh? What? Oh sorry, Rayne. Sorry $name, I spaced out for a moment there."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Ahem...where was I? Buildings, right. The second building looks like your typical warehouse, though there is a strange looking car outside and an even stranger looking woman guarding it. The third building...hmm...looks unguarded, almost abandoned infact, like it doesn't want to be thought of, which might be why I noticed it. Not thinking or things that make me not think about thinking are my kids of things...I think. Can't see much through the windows. So much darkness...honestly, it's a bit scary The final building of choice's doors are wide-open, no guards but it does sound like someone's inside and doing everything they can to attracet attention. Very noisy! Well $name? Which building shall we try?</span> [[The Bar]] [[The Warehouse]] [[Dark Building]] [[Noisy Building]] <<set $myDelay to random (12, 30) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol">> <</timed>>
<<audio "bar" play>> <<set $tavern>> <span style="color: lightpink;">As soon as the pub door is open, I'm hit full-on in the face with an overpowering bouquet of sweat and testosterone. Muscle-bound punters gorging themselves on beers and spirits of all kinds, sailors and warehouse workers going crazy for the booze, each one more desperate than the last to get dangerously and stupendously drunk. All that sweat, all that glistening exposed muscle, I can feel my pussy twitch in anticipation. Approaching the bar, it takes little to grab the burly barkeep's attention</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\barkeep.jpg"></div> <span style="color: burlywood;">"So, what can ah get yew Missy? Havna seen your kind around these parts before, might be a certain hard-up sailors lucky night eh boys!?"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The crowd of drunken sea-farers leer and cheer at the barman's enthusiastic words. Vulgar comments and wolf-whistles follow shortly, but still, I can't deny my ever increasing wetness down below...</span> [[order a drink]] or [[head back]]
<<if $warehouse>> <span style="color: lightpink;">No, I've already been threatened by that crazy woman once, even I'm not stupid enough to try again. Let's just [[head back]]</span> <<set $myDelay to random (1, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol">> <</timed>> <<else>> <span style="color: lightpink;">Outside the warehouse, an unusual looking car is parked nearby</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\car.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Walking over to inspect it, I get interrupted by an equally strangely dressed, yet alluring woman.</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\driver.jpg"></div> <span style="color: dodgerblue;">"Excuse me, can I help you Miss?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Who me? No, no sorry. I was just curious about the car, so unusual."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">She looks at me strangely, as if she were a scientist looking at germs through a microscopey thingy.</span> <span style="color: dodgerblue;">"You don't appear to be with DJ...and you're certainly not a part of Mecurial! Might I suggest you move along?</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"But I wanted to look at the warehouse over there."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">She cocks that massive gun of hers and points it towards me.</span> <span style="color: dodgerblue;">"I SAID, might I SUGGEST you MOVE along! My superior, as patient as he is, doesn't take kindly to random strangers interfering with his business!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Eeek! Oh...ummm...yes, of course. Sorry to bother you. Have a good night!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">I quickly step away and hurry off in the direction of a few other buildings. Don't care which one I head towards so long as it's far and away from Trigger-happy Jill over here! [[head back]] </span> <<set $warehouse to true>> <</if>>
<<if $raynecreep>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\boarded.jpg"></div> From the outside the building looks pretty unremarkable. No obvious signs of what lies within, no company logos or billboards, windows boarded up with only a few cars parked nearby, nothing special. Infact, nothing about this place is special. It's so bland and monotonous, it's almost as the very building itself didn't want to be noticed. The only thing that grabs my attention in the slightest is the front door. There seems to be an electronic lock in place, but from the lack of any clear lighting that I can see, it doesn't appear to be activated...which is strange in itself as you'd think in an area like this they'd be all about security. Leaving a door unguarded and unlocked just seems...off. I make my way [[inside]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\boarded.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Ughhh this building looks so booooring! It's just so dull! Windows are blocked Don't think it's been touched in years!Do we really have to go in there? -sigh- Oh well, maybe it's like a secret store or somethin'. Crazy openin' hours though...ooooo, the doors unlocked! Looks like it's supposed to be opened with one of them keycard thingies. Kinda weird it's already open cuz I don't have a keycard. Maybe they're doing a guest thing, or a free trial. Ahh whatevs! It's poopy out here so I might as well head [[inside]]</span> <</if>>
<<if Flag("betray")>> <span style="color: lightpink;"> Getting inside is easy enough, no guards or cameras, or at least none that I can make out. The loud smashing sounds continue to come from within the building, whoever's making such a noise, clearly doesn't care who hears it. Oh no, on the floor just in front of me and leading into the building are a few streaks of blood on the floor mixed in with a few droplets of that pink goo too. Maybe coming in here wasn't such a good idea.</span> [[head back]] or [[go further in]] <<else>> Getting inside is easy enough, no guards or cameras to speak of, or at least none that I can make out. The loud smashing sounds continue to come from within the building, whoever's making such a noise, clearly doesn't care who hears it which leads me to believe they're either incredibly brave to be doing something that reckless around here, or incredibly stupid. On the floor just in front of me and leading into the building I make out a few streaks of wet blood on the floor interspersed with a few droplets of that pink goo too. That shit keeps coming back to haunt me! Maybe coming in here wasn't such a good idea. If we're heading back, [[Where to?]], otherwise we can [[go further in]]. <</if>>
<<if $patrol>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\guard2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"That's as far as you go Miss! You will be escorted out of the district immediately. Any attempt to resist shall be met with an immediate full Wipe. Any questions?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Do I have any questions?"</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"What?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"What?"</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"...this way please Ma'am"<span> <span style="color: lightpink;">So I that was it, I was [[escorted off]] the compound.</span> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\guard1.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"Excuse me Miss, MC&R Security Is there a reason you're walking around here? This is an MC&R Products port, restricted access only! I can't see any visible ID...Trespasser maybe? I'm afraid I'm going to have to detain you! But first I'll need to run your details through the database, make sure you aren't on our list of wanted Felons. Name?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Princess"</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"First name?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"I told you, Princess!"</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"...your name's Princess Princess?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"No silly, it's Princess Spence!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The slightly overweight patrolsman looks at me weird, doing that one-eyebrow raised thing that I never could figure out how to do. Starting to feel a little awkward here, I say the first thing in my head that I hope might make things more relaxed.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"I like sucking cock, you have anything that can help with that? I can be whoever you want me to be if it helps, even one of those Melons you mentioned."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The patrolman doesn't say anything. One things for sure, he definitely doesn't look too impressed...Any ideas?</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"Age?"</span> [[seduce the patrolman]] or [[just go along with it]]? <</if>>
<<set $patrol to true>> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh nevermind the questions you beautiful boy, is there anything I can do to convince you to let me off just this once?"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">That one eyebrow thing again.</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"Sorry Miss, you're not my..."type"."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh..."</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"Look Miss, I can see you're not exactly an MC&R employee, you don't have that snidey air of ridiculous superiority about you for starters. I don't know what you're doing here and with the way my pays going of late, I don't much care. Just make sure you keep yourself hidden, okay? I clock off in a minute or two and I'd hate for anything to happen to you, but should it come to that, I never met you. Clear?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Best make a move whilst I can. Where to $name?</span> [[The Bar]] [[The Warehouse]] [[Dark Building]] [[Noisy Building]] <<set $myDelay to random (8, 30) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol">> <</timed>>
<<set $patrol to true>> <span style="color: lightpink;">So many questions, one after another. Eventually I get bored and let Rayne take over the answering, she's so much better with this official rubbish than me. After what seems like forever, the Patrolsman addresses me again.</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"Well Miss Thikazchit, you can count yourself lucky that I'm clocking off soon, just this once I'm going to issue you with only a warning. But don't let me catch you around here again! Clear?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"What did he call me? Rayne, what name did you give that man? Rayne!?</span> <span style="color: darkred;">...</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Rayne?</span> <span style="color: darkred;">...</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Going by her silence, I'm guessing I really don't want to know. Best get ourselves into one for those buildings quick</span> [[The Bar]] [[The Warehouse]] [[Dark Building]] [[Noisy Building]] <<set $myDelay to random (8, 30) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol">> <</timed>>
<<if $patrol2>> Well, that's the end of my story I guess. I couldn't find Creeper for shit after that night, was pointless going after Miss.D too. A few patrols of Seekers still came around every now and again, guess the daft bitch was still looking for me, but they never found out and I sure as hell wasn't saying anything; live and let live and all that. Still, can't help but shake that feeling I'm being watched <div align="center"><img src="Images\nothing.jpg"></div> The End <<else>> <span style="color: lightpink;">And that was that, I couldn't risk trying again. Didn't wanna get wiped, not now I have a life of my own! I never did catch up with The Creeper either. Tried going back to the bar that Rayne told me about but no luck there or anywhere else. Though in the shadows of the night, when I'm alone and not with a cock in either hand...I still feel like I'm being watched...like someone's there, waiting in the darkness.</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\jeeperscreepers.jpg"></div> The End <</if>>
<<if $tavern>> <span style="color: lightpink;">Where to instead?</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\docks.jpg"></div> [[The Warehouse]] [[Dark Building]] [[Noisy Building]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol">> <</timed>> <<else>> <span style="color: lightpink;">Where to instead?</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\docks.jpg"></div> [[The Warehouse]] [[Dark Building]] [[The Bar]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol">> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if Flag("betray")>> <span style="color: lightpink;">The door ahead is slightly open. Having tried all the others, it looks to be my only option. Slowly pushing the door ajar, I peak inside.</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\trashed.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">No one here...but that doesn't make any sense! Who was creating all that noise...unless...oh whoopsies...a shuffling behind me...</span> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> Intruder Detected!</span></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh shi...!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The Seeker wraps it's arms around me, those huge indestructible breasts pushing against mine. I can feel it's grip tighten as it squeezes the air out of my lungs.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...ngghhhh..."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">A crack, pain...then nothing.</span> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> [[Intruder Terminated]] Continuing Patrol</span></div> <<else>> The white, blood-soaked door ahead is slightly open, from the other end of the corridor I can make out a completely trashed office space. Having tried all the other doors and with your sorry ass wanting me to press on, it looks as if I have no choice but to see what's behind door number one. <div align="center"><img src="Images\trashed.jpg"></div> No one here...that doesn't make any sense...unless...shuffling behind me...Oh fuck me. <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> Intruder Detected!</span></div> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Oh fu...!"</span> The Seeker lifts me off the floor with one hand. A smirk appears on her stone-walled face...funny, I didn't think these things had any emotions, just a hard on for following orders and executions. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"F...nghhh...UCK YOU!"</span> <div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Seeker Unit Protocols detected! Enhancing Programming</span></div> [[Seeker Activated]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\deadend.jpg"></div> The End Or is it... So you know when I said I wanted to "kill Princess"? You do know I was just kidding right? I mean yeah she annoys the living hell out of me, but actually killing her?...think you might wanna try that shit again $name. As annoying as it is, let's go back to Princess when, just for a sweet moment, she stopped [[looking for cock]].
<span style="color: magenta;">"I'll have a..."</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Here ye go lass!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">He slams a glass down on the bar, the sparkly pink liquid inside looks refreshing and inviting. My mouth waters in anticipation.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"But I didn't order anything yet."</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Ay, this one's on the house. Courtesy of mah local wee patreons!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh...well, thank you!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">As I take a sip, the barmans chubby face grins widely. The strawberry flavored liquid fizzes in my mouth like lemonade, yet goes down like a thick cream.</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Well lass, whaddya think? Nice isn't it!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"It's...suprisingly really tasty!"</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Ahh, but ye see, it's only free if you down it in one! That "sipping" nonsense? I'll have none of it here."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh? Sorry, you must think I'm so rude!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Drinking the whole pint down as fast as I can, my head begins to swim a little, that twitch in my pussy was fast becoming an uncontrollable yearning... <span style="color: burlywood;">"Another, Missy?"</span> [[Have another]] <<timed 10s transition>><span style="color: lightpink;">Y'know, on second thoughts I think I'll [[Make an excuse and leave]]</span><</timed>>
<span style="color: magenta;">"Really? Oh you're all so nice!"</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Ay, think nothin' of it lass!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">A second glass of the pink lemonade is slammed with a ferocious intensity on to the bar beside me.</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"C'mon now ya wee Slut, down the hatch!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">What did he just call me? No he couldn't have, I must've imagined it. I mean look at him anad everyone else here, they're all being so nice!</span> <span style="color: magenta;">-hic- "Boobies Down!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">I gulp the liquid down...My head swimming, my eyes lose all ability to focus, my pussy so wet...</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh, I'm sooo srrry... -hic- Ahhh dnaaanrmly drinksch..."</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Ay but ye do lass, ye love the drink don't ye! Infact, yew'd do anything for another wouldn't ye! Like be our resident Barwhore?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Brrrrwhurrr? Nnnghhhhooooo, -hic- Sssccuuuse meee...I...I gottsha..."</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Ye gotta suck a few cocks don't ye lass, There's plenty here too, think yer gonna need to stay the whole night to get through em all."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...cocksh?...yessshhh... -hic- Ahhh lovschme sssum cocksh..."</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Alright boys, I think she's just about ready! First round is mine! After that, we'll have to give our newest entertainer here a really warm welcome! Haha! Her heads gonna be well and truly fucked for a good long while! Right, we're heading out back, then ye can have at her all ya want! [[Cheers Lads!]]"</span>
<span style="color: magenta;">"No thanks, I don't think I will...Whatever that was, it's not sittin' right with me and though I don't mean to be ruid Mr. Barman, Sir, I've got somewhere else I really need to be...so..."</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Yer damn right ya do lass, HERE! Ye isna goin' anywhere!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The barkeep steps out from behind the bar with both arms raised and with a loud booming voice that makes me cover my ears, he addresses his customers...why can't I ever meet anyone nice? I'm starting to see why Rayne feels the way she does about people.</spon> <span style="color: burlywood;">"It looks as if this wee young Slut here, thinks herself too good for our little drinking establishment, too high n' mighty to enjoy our company!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">The whole pub shakes with the sound of a hundred drunken men booing and geering, hissing and cursing. The bartender leans in close to my ear, placing his big hand on my ass and squeezing my butt-cheeks tight.</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Too good to take our wee cocks in her hand, too GOOD to drink down all OUR fucking CUM, too GOOD to get FUCKED in that perfect ASS of yours? Well, Lass? Have ye anything to say before we show you what happens to those too good for us?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Yes...I...I think I do."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">I lean close to his ear, to whisper a little message of my own back.</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Get your HAND off my ASS!"</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"Or what huh? What ye gonna do about it, Whore?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I think you just crossed a line..."</span> <span style="color: burlywood;">"What?"</span> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"...And pissed all fucking over it!"</span> [[Enter the Rayne]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\barbang.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">And thats my life now. I gave up on the Creeper, would probably never have caught him anyways. Was so much easier to just give in, give in to a life of sun, sand, sea, booze and ALL THAT COCK! I'm such a good Barwhore too, sometimes I even get paid! Not in credits though mind, in liquor! All the Slutberry Bombs I can gargle! Rayne wasn't too happy of course, but the more I drank, the quieter she became! No more Rayne ruining all my sucking, no more Miss Grumpyfrumps to stop me from enjoying life! I'm the best Barslut there ever was and more importantly I'm happy! -hic- Now, what can I get you, Sugar?</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\barwhore.jpg"></div> The End
<div align="center"><img src="Images\barfight.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">I don't remember much of what happened. The soon as that big barkeep's hand touched my butt, everything went a bit reddish and when I came to, everyone was down and out. So many unconcious, so many dead. Glasses, bottles, bodies and pool cues, all lying broken on the bar room floor. The barkeep looked the worst off, a broken bottle end was sticking out of his neck, a steady stream of blood flowing from the wound and gathering in a sticky crimson pool on the floor surrounding his now lifeless body. My poor delicate hands were now stained red with cuts and bruises all over. Gonna need a fair few manicures to sort this one out. I guess I don't mind Rayne taking control when she really needs to and I am still me, well, the new me, but this? I wouldn't mind if she had just knocked a few out but this was going a little too far.</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Rayne? Rayne?...did you do...this?"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Nothing...just silence. Deciding it best not to push it, I quietly make my way over a few bloodied corpses and unconsious bodies, leaving the buidling. I'd rather not be here when they wake up, if they ever do. Lately something in Rayne has been changing, she seems to be becoming much more violent. Like in the same way I was changed from being just a sensation to a living being, Rayne's destructive nature has also changed. It's like she's becoming far better at fighting,, far more effecient at killing and far better at being a psychopath! If I didn't know better, I'd say she was almost a See...no, no, that's just silly. Anyways, time to [[head back]].</span>
<span style="color: lightpink;">Unzipping his pants and reaching inside I wrap my hand aorund that hard cock, squeezing it tightly</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\squeeze.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"You see Mr. Guardsman..."</span> <span style="color: yellowgreen;">-gulp- "...Gerald..."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">-giggle- "Okies then, "Gerald", I'm looking for someone. Now I know that the kind of info I need might be offlimits to someone like sweet little me, but I'm hoping I might be able to convince you to see your way clear to maybe..."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Another tight squeeze of his rapidly hardening cock.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...make an exception? I promise, I'd make it more than worth your while."</span> <span style="color: yellowgreen;">"My...Princess, I am putty in your hands..."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...mmm....why Mr.Gerald, in my hands, nothing turns to putty."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">I start rubbing his cock back and forth, I can see the pre-cum already eagerly escaping from his tip. I smother my fingers in it, lean in right next to his face and with slow and deliberate motions, I lick my dripping wet fingers clean.</span> <span style="color: yellowgreen;">"Wh..wh...who are you...looking...?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Oh no one special, just an unusual gentleman going by the name of Mr.hatcreeper."</span> <span style="color: yellowgreen;">"I d...d...don't know anyone of that n...n...n..."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Rubbing his cock again, slowly speeding up, the color in his cheeks, his shortness of breath, it's enough to convince me he's close to blowing his load all over me...but not until I'm ready Mr. Gerald, not until I've got what I WANT.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Quite tall, likes old fashioned coats, wears a big hat, likes to keep his face hidden...smokes unusual cigarettes...Ring any...BELLS?"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Another hard tug of his cock, another tight squeeze, he's [[almost there]]!</span>
<span style="color: yellowgreen;">"Ngghhhhahhhh...YES! BUILDING, DARK, NO VISITORS,BACK OF COMPOUND! AHHHHHH!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\guardcum.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Why thank you Mr.Gerald."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">I playfully lick the cum from my fingers, wrapping my tongue around each one and making sure not a single drop is wasted</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"You've been sooo very helpful! Toodles!"</span> <span style="color: yellowgreen;">"N..n...no problem...Miss...Princess...phew..."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Leaving the guard breathless and cum-free, I make my way to the [[Dark Building]] Mr. Gerald helpfully pointed out.</span>
Mick spent most of his days like the rest of us, hunting around, scavenging for whatever morsels he could find in trash cans or in the gutterways. Generally, he was the good sort, but he hit hard times after his wife passed away, hit the bottle even harder. Before all this, I heard he had Global Qualifications in Biochemistry and Pure Mathematics, though the way he was right now,he probably couldn't even tie his shoes. I didn't mind Mick, the guy was mostly harmless, but I wasn't exactly a huge fan of his either and right now, he was blocking my exit. <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">"Mick, now is not the fucking time. I'm gonna give you one chance and one chance only, back the fuck up."</span> <span style="color: saddlebrown;">"Huuuhhh? Howdya knowmyname? I dntfckn know you leydey"</span> <span style="color: PaleVioletred;">-sigh- "I really don't have time for this."</span> With a considerable amount of strength shocking even me, I violently push Mick out the way. A vision runs through my mind of snapping off his jaw, making that stupid drunken fucking face cave-in on itself. Yeah, that'd be fun! You could watch $name, might le... <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Uhhh, Rayne?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Huh? What? Sorry, kinda lost myself a bit there. What's the prob Princess?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"You were talking about snapping old Mick's jaw off. Now I know you hate it when I do it, but I had to stop you, it was going a little bit too far."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Snapping Mick's jaw...? No way, I wouldn't...would I?"</span> I admit something in me doesn't feel right. It hadn't felt right since getting this new body and I'm not just talking about my shape or features either or having you and Princess still fluttering around inside me...no, something else was stirring in my soul and I didn't like it, [[not one bit.]]
<<set $raynecreep to true>> <<if $controls>> Aside from Mick, nothing else stands between me and the docks. As the light begins to fade over the dirty horizon, the Docks District looms into view. The Docks itself was hardly the kind of place you'd want to be at night and was notorious for rape, muggings, murder and any number of other high class crimes. Kinda ironic given the constant Seeker presence, but no Seekers in sight yet. Instead there stands a single guard on the gate. Showtime. Walking purposefully towards the guard, I know what I'm going to do. I have what is commonly known around these parts as a "Baldrick", to you? That's a cunning plan that was made up in about the time it took to say it. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Uhhh Rayne...I know exactly what you're thinking...and I just want you to know, I think you have a problem"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Perfectly focused"</span> The guard approaches with one hand raised towards me and the other on his stunbatton. <span style="color: yellowgreen;">"Uhh Miss, you can't..."</span> Before he has a chance to react, my hand connects swiftly with his neck, he goes down, choking, gasping for air. I pull the cigarettes out of my pocket and shove them under the guards face. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Creepy fucker, big hat, stupid fucking coat, smokes these. Where is he?"</span> <span style="color: yellowgreen;">-cough- -gasp- "Dark building..." -cough- "...Far side"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Thanks!"</span> Like a person possessed, my elbow comes down hard on the back of his head knocking him out cold. Mission accomplished <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Okay, Rayne you cannot tell me this is normal! You nearly killed him!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I...I had to get the information...I appreciate your worry, but I'm in complete control. We got our answer didn't we?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Princess?" -sigh- "Look, I'm sorry. I promise I'll keep a lid on my temper from here on out and to help, I'm sure $name will help make sure of it, okay?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"...okay, Rayne. Just...please be careful."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Of course, I always am! You ready $name? Let's go get this prick!" [[Dark Building]] dead ahead.</span> <<else>> Aside from Mick, nothing else stands between me and the docks. As the light begins to fade over the dirty horizon, the Docks District looms into view. The Docks itself was hardly the kind of place you'd want to be at night and was notorious for rape, muggings, murder and any number of other high class crimes. Kinda ironic given the constant Seeker presence, but no Seekers in sight yet thank fuck. Instead there stands a single guard on the gate. Showtime. Walking purposefully towards the guard, I know what I'm going to do. I have what is commonly known around these parts as a "Baldrick", to you? That's a cunning plan that was made up in about the time it took to say it. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Uhhh Rayne...I know exactly what you're thinking...and I just want you to know, I think you have a problem"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Perfectly focused"</span> The guard approaches with one hand raised towards me and the other on his stunbatton. <span style="color: yellowgreen;">"Uhh Miss, you can't..."</span> Before he has a chance to react, my hand connects swiftly with his neck, he goes down, choking, gasping for air. To follow, my elbow comes down hard on the back of his head, knocking him out cold. Mission accomplished. With the guard down I proceed inside. There's a few buildings ahead that I deem worthy of my attention. [[The warehouse]] [[Noisy Building]] [[Dark Building]] <</if>>
<<if $patrol2>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\guard2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"That's as far as you go Miss! You will be escorted out of the district immediately! Any attempt to resist shall be met with an immediate full Wipe. Any questions?</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Too many guards to argue with this time, I wouldn't stand a chance. Shit!</span> Took too fucking long didn't you $name! I'm [[escorted off]] the compound <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\guard1.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"Excuse me Miss, MC&R Security. Is there a reason you're wandering around here? This is an MC&R Products port, restricted access only! I can't see any visible ID...Trespasser maybe? I'm afraid I'm going to have to detain you! Need to run your details through the database first though. Name?"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Fuck You."</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"I'm sorry?"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"You deaf? I said FUCK YOU!"</span> <span style="color: lightslategray;">"I don't think you understand what's going on here Missy, I..."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"No Asswipe, you don't fucking understand! I have important shit to do here! I've been waiting a long time to hunt down this Creepy sonofabitch and there is no way in Satan's frozen backside, that you or anyone else is going to stop me!"</span> The guard looks me up and down and slowly reaches for his radio. Bad move. His fat-ass reflexes didn't stand a chance. It doesn't take long to quickly get the better of him, diving behind his back and securing his arms, I wrap my arm around his neck and begin choking him out. <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Rayne Spence! You let that man go this instant! You promised me you'd control yourself!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"But he's..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"RAYNE!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Fine."</span> At Princess' request, I release my sleeperhold, grabbing the guards radio as I do. The guard staggers back, coughing and spluttering. Turning to face me and holding his throat, he breathlessly blurts his words out. <span style="color: lightslategray;">"What the...? Fuck this shit...I only get paid 10 credits an hour! Ain't worth getting fuckin' choked out for! You do what you want Lady, you're fuckin insane! I'm going home, shift changes in 10 minutes anyways"</span> And with that he walks away...best we not hang around either. [[Where to?]] <<set $patrol2 to true>> <</if>>
Don't wanna linger too long. [[Dark Building]] [[The warehouse]] [[Noisy Building]] <<set $myDelay to random (3, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol2">> <</timed>>
<<if $warehouse2>> Nope, big holes in my chest ain't really my thing, let's just go. [[Where to?]] <<set $myDelay to random (1, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "MC&R Patrol2">> <</timed>> <<else>> Walking over towards the warehouse, I can't help but notice a weird-looking car parked nearby. I suppose it could belong to our man but The Creeper never struck me as someone with any real taste in anything, let alone fancy automobiles. <div align="left"><img src="Images\car.jpg"></div> Heading over to get have myself a closer inspection, I get stopped by a...damn, freaks are out tonight huh? <div align="left"><img src="Images\driver.jpg"></div> <span style="color: dodgerblue;">"Excuse me, can I help you Miss?"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"The fuck is your problem?"</span> <span style="color: dodgerblue;">"My "problem" Miss, is that I have been tasked to guard this vehicle and these premises. My boss is meticulous when it comes to creating new plans and doing business deals and on this occasion he has given me his strict instructions that no one, except for members of Mecurial and select individuals from the organization of DJ, may enter ALIVE! I'm good at my job, I take my duties VERY seriously, yet now I have some loud mouth bitch making my job that little bit more difficult and threatening to ruin my proudly perfect repution as an incredibly trustworthy Chauffeur and I REALLY don't apprecite that. So you can either back away from the vehicle..."</span> She cocks that massive gun of hers and points it towards me. <span style="color: dodgerblue;">"...or we can do this another way."</span> You know what? I really don't feel like having several holes blown in me tonight. I've already lost one body, don't wanna fuck up this one. Whatever's in that Warehouse, it ain't fuckin' worth it <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Yeah, whatever. You made your point."</span> I walk away. [[Where to?]] <<set $warehouse2 to true>> <</if>>
<<if $raynecreep>> Slowly making my way into the dark building, I'm hit full on with the stale smell of rotten wood, damp air and the scent of...something else. Something almost familiar...I can feel a knott forming in my stomach. Straining my eyes in the darkness I make out a staircase. Using the small slithers of light breaking in through the wooden boards on the windows to light my way, I carefully make my way up. At the top of the stairs I'm greeted with what looks like a small warren of rooms. I can just about make out a few familiar shapes. A table, a chair, a coat stand, I try the lightswitch behind me. No luck. Must be the breakerbox or something. Maybe if I can find a fuse and the box itself I can get these lights on, For now though, as far as I can see there's at least five other rooms connected to this one. That smell though, like a match being lit in a cavern of darkness inside my mind, I remember... The bar bathroom, that smoke. That knott in my stomach shoots up my spine, turning from a knott into an alarm bell, a bell ringing between my ears so loud it almost knocks me unconscious and buckles my legs. The door slams behind me, a red light and an audible clunk indicates the lock sliding into place. [[Oh shit...]] <<else>> <span style="color: lightpink;">Tryin' my very bestest to be sneaky, I tippytoe into the building...not exactly an easy thing to do when wearin' heels. Though I know that hopin' for a store or a party or somethin' was a little bit of a stretch, inside is just dark.No party, no offers or promotions, or even free samples of perfume...just darkness, emptiness and cobwebs. Dissapointed.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Hello? Anyone here?"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">Nothing. So rude! There is a kind of funny smell in here. Reminds me a little of that alleyway, all damp and icky, something else though...</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Uhh Rayne? Something tells me I know that smell and it's worrying me cuz I'm pretty sure that I don't know it, but I kind of aren't maybe sure that I do but if I'm telling me that I do know when I'm not sure if I don't or do then all I can think of is it's you and not me who knows if I do or don't. So do you?"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">"..."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"[[RAYNE!?]]"</span> <</if>>
The loud crackling of a speaker system bursting into life echoes throughout the building. A familiar and sinister voice comes cackling over the airwaves, the hairs on my neck stand up as the voice addresses me. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Hello Madam!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Creeper!? Where the fuck are you!? Get your trenchcoat-wearing ass out here! I got a bone to pick with you asshole!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Pardon me? "Creeper"? Madam, I assure you my name is not "Creeper"! It's Dave, Dave Hatcreeper and I have to tell you, I am rather pleased to make your acquaintance! Though I am curious as to how a fine looking thing as yourself, would ever come looking for me. Is there something I can do for you because I'm certain that you could most definitely do a few things for me?"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"You fucking disgusting pig!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Hehehe, guilty as charged, though I'm sure I could convince you to APPRECIATE it given a little time."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"You mean like I appreciated getting jizzed by a random trecnhcoat-wearing fucktard goon like yourself? Whilst I was fucking unconscious in a goddamned men's room!? You sick fuck! I'm gonna fucking kill you!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Madam I assure you..."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"MY NAME IS RAYNE!"</span> [[A long pause]]
Somewhere a loud voice comes wailing through the air. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Hello Madam!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"EEEK! Why are you so loud!? You'll hurt your voice if you don't stop yelling!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"....What? I...I'm not yelling, I'm speaking perfectly normally."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"There you go again! Stop raising your voice so much!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"He's really not."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Shhh you! Then why is he so loud!?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Are you serious? This is...uhh...a speaker system. It's a device used to project someone's voice loudly throughout a location."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Whoadoinawhatnow?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"..."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"..."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">-sigh- "Who are you and why are you here?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Are you sure you're not shouting? Because it sure sounds like it!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Princess, focus!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh right, sorry Rayne."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"I am Princess! I am here to avenge my superspecial fantabuloustic bestie Rayne! You were very nasty to her and I don't like it! So come on out Mister Creeperpants!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Rayne? I haven't about that tasty morsel for a quite a little while. I thought our little indescretion was already swept under the carpet of time, besides, that is a personal matter and I advise you "Princess" not to get involved! Oh, and please my dear girl, stop making up words, it's [[really annoying!]]"</span>
<span style="color: palevioletred;">"Remember me now shithead!?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Rayne? Yes, yes, I remember you RAYNE. Sorry, I didn't recognize you without my spunk in your hair! My you've had quite the work done on you since our last encounter haven't you my dear? Yes, you're certainly quite the specimen now! It's only a shame you were unconscious last time, I'm sure you would have grown to really enjoy our time together. No matter, there's still time to CHANGE your way of thinking."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"You ain't changing shit! Where the fuck are you, you fucking pussy!?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"I think you'll find things are already changing for you. You see I did a little research on these Control cigarettes after our brief liaison, turns out a particular side-effect is to enforce or rather to re-enforce current underlining behaviours within a governing personality."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"What the fuck are you babbling about!?"</span> Visions of tearing this tweedleshit limb from limb race through my mind So much detail! A surge of adrenaline runs through me, screaming I flip a nearby table across the room, it crashes against the far wall, splintering into a hundred pieces before coming to rest on top of a pile of documents and folders lying on the floor below. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"FUCKING FACE ME!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Since entering my little domain, you've been steadily breathing in a less concentrated version of the Controls smoke. I estimate within the hour you'll be on your knees, begging me to mould your mind into whatever I deem fit! But these side-effects? Well, they certainly are quite interesting Rayne. It seems your governing personality is one of violence, of rage and hatred. Given the correct guidance, you could be most useful to me, once I CONVINCE you to SERVE ME of course"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"SERVE YOU!? I'm gonna tear you apart! Rip out your fucking eyeballs, lay waste to your intestines, shove my hand so far up your..."</span> <div align="left"><img src="Images\creeperyell.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes! Give in to your rage Miss Rayne! Let it consume you, become a force of true hatred! Come to the [[Shadow-side!]]</span>
My rage, all of it, burning a hole in my mind, consuming me from within, flowing through me like a river of blood. The feeling of power, the sweet crimson dripping from my hands, I just need to give in, I just need to... <span style="color: magenta;">"STOP!"</span> I can't move. I stand there, still, motionless, frozen to the pot. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Rayne? What's going on? Why have you not become a screaming force of uncontrollable angryness? I order you to rage damnit! Rage! Scream! Anything!?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"What the fuck!? Why can't I...! Princess!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I'm sorry Rayne, but this is for your own good. You were out of control, any longer and you would've been lost completely, just a big ball of rotten old grumpies going crazy and being mean. I know you'll hate me for this, but it's all I could do to save us...that and I'm hoping you'll eventually thank me...or at least buy me a pink icecream once this is all over."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"THANK YOU!? I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! GIVE ME CONTROL BACK! YOU FUCKING BITCH!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">-sniff- "No. Not until you regain control of your emotions! I should be able to hold you back for a little while but until then, this fella needs to be taught a lesson and you are clearly in no fit state to do it!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Alright Mr Creepypants! Where are you!?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Creepypants!? Why has your voice changed? Why are you not tearing the room apart in anger? And finally, for the last time [[My name is DAVE!]]"</span>
<span style="color: magenta;">"Your name is Poopyhead! And I don't much care for you much at all sir!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Poopyhead? What on Earth...? Grrr, I tire of this! I'll make you a brainless whore of a minion if it's the last think I do! As for where I am...I'm a lot closer than you think! You may have noticed how dark this building is and though even in your currently somewhat conflicted state, I'm sure you could easily overcome me. That is why I feel I should inform you that although I don't have much in the way of muscles, what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. You see the shadows are not only my loyal companion, I hide in them, I observe all from within them, I could be within an arms length of you and you wouldn't know it."</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">A noise behind me, a sheet of paper crumpling underfoot. I think Rayne calls it her "instincts" or her "guts", taking a leaf out of her book, I trust mine. As fast as possible, I twirl around, a brief glimpse of a hat appearing out of the darkness. Going with my "instincts" I do what comes easiest, I don't think, I just do! A big slap-happy hand comes rushing at the dark-hatted Poopy-man!</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"OW! YOU...ahem...It'll take more than that to stop me Miss Rayne! If you give in now, that'll be the end of it. I will not hurt you, I will not try to fuck you...much and I swear you will live a life enjoying employment in my services. But if you don't? I will hurt you, I WILL fuck you, well, mind-fuck you at least and then, I WILL sell you...probably to that pub landlord as a toilet service whore or barwench or something. Well Bitch? Anything to say?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Yeah!...[[Good Luck]]."</span>
<<audio "search" play>> <<set $one to 150>><<countdownTimer $one "crazyrayne">><<set $one to 5 * .1>><<set $timepast to 0>><span style="color: lightpink;">Okies Princess, think fast! No plan here, what to do!? Creepypants likes darkness. Light Kills darkness. Lights don't work. Why? Rayne said something about a Fraker box? No...Beaker box? BREAKER BOX! That's it! Gotta find a BREAKER BOX and that other thing...a...a muse? A Plug-in Baby? Plug the baby in the muse? Oh this is sooo hard! A...FUSE! PLUG THE FUSE INTO THE BABY! Or something like that. -shruggs- I get a bad feeling that once we make a move, ol' Creepypants will start trying to control us and we kinda need to get this all done before AngryRayne appears, so yeah, lets skedaddle! So many rooms... You ready to [[Try a room]]?</span>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark1.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">I can make out a ladder, some shelves, ughh, not much else I'm afraid. <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Okay, okay! I'm searching already!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>Oh this is so poop! Nothing here!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>[[Try a room]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu2'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">A desk, a wallplanner, ughh, so not helpful! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> On it!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>Nutsies! Nothing!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>[[Try a room]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 15) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu2'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Tables all over the place! So much in here, this one could take a while! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> No problemo!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 10s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 11s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 12s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 13s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 15s delay>>Oh Fiddlesticks! Waste of time!<</timed>> <<timed 17s delay>>[[Try a room]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (7, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu2'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <<if $fuse>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Bit cluttered here, some weird units on the walls. Sound useful to you? <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Princess is on the case!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>This looks like the Quaker Box...uhhh...Breaker...oh Whatevs! We finally found it! With that and the Fuse, this shouldn't be too hard to sort!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>Time to open up the [[Breaker Box]] and have a look-see how to get the lights on<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Bit cluttered here, some weird units on the walls. Sound useful to you? <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Princess is on the case!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>><<set $breaker to true>>This looks like the Quaker Box...uhhh...Breaker...oh Whatevs! We finally found it! <</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>Just gotta find that Fuse now! [[Try a room]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark5.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Pots of liquid I think, broken Machinery...nothing useful. <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> You sure you don't wanna do it instead? No? Poop! <<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 10s delay>>Knew there'd be nothin' here!<</timed>> <<timed 12s delay>>[[Try a room]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (8, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu2'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <<if $breaker>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark6.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Computers and bits! Might get lucky here! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Alrightythen!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>This looks like it might be a Fuse! Yep, even says so on it! I'm sooo smarties sometimes! With this and knowing where that Box thingy is, I bet I can get those lights working in no time at all!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>Time to head back to the [[Breaker Box]]<</timed>><</replace>> <</link>></span> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark6.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightpink;">Computers and bits and pieces! Really hopin' we get lucky here! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Alrightythen!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>><<set $fuse to true>>Yay! A Fuse...maybe? Yep, even says so on it! I'm soo clever! Don't worry Rayne, I'll save you yet! Just gotta find that Caker Box thingy now! I'll get those lights working in no time at all!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>> [[Try a room]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">> <span style="color: lightpink;">Ok...Bricker Box! Fuse fitted! At least I think so...I guess I have to flick one of these switches, but which one? Looks like there's 21 of them, a little light blinks at me when the number is wrong. Red blink for too high, Blue blink for too low. Which one shall I try? <<set _real_value to Math.floor(State.random() * 21) + 1>> Which switch number?<<textbox "_player_value" "0" true>> <<link "This one?">> <<set _player_value to parseInt(_player_value)>> <<replace '#high-low-guess'>> <<if (_real_value == _player_value)>> <<= `Yay!!! Oh I could fuck you silly!`>> [[Turn on the lights]] <<else>> <<= `Nutsies! ${(_real_value - _player_value < 0) ? "Red light, too high" : "Blue light, too low"}`>> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>> <span id="high-low-guess"></span></span> <<set $myDelay to random (15, 50) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'Securityrayne'>> <</timed>>
<<set _real_value to Math.floor(State.random() * 21) + 1>> Enter your value: <<textbox "_player_value" "0" true>> <<link "Submit Guess">> <<set _player_value to parseInt(_player_value)>> <<replace '#high-low-guess'>> <<if (_real_value == _player_value)>> <<= `CONFRATULATIONS, YOU GUESSED IT RIGHT`>> [[newer passage]] <<else>> <<= `OOPS SORRY!! TRY A ${(_real_value - _player_value < 0) ? "SMALLER" : "HIGHER"} VALUE`>> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>> <span id="high-low-guess"></span>
<span style="color: magenta;">"Lightswitch On!"</span> <span style="color: lightpink;">My hand whacks the lightswitch superfast. There in the corner of the room and looking kinda annoyed...is The Creeper! <div align="center"><img src="Images\creeper.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Uh-oh..."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING RIDICULOUS WHORE! Do you have any idea what you've done!? My Shadow-powers, my whole plan...RUINED! BY A FUCKING RED_HAIRED BIMBO!? I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH! I AM GOING TO..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Princess, it's okay. I'm fine now, I promise. Let me take care of this asshole, he's got it coming."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Okay Rayne, show this silly doo-doo head who he's messing with!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Gladly..."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Wha...?"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pissed.gif"></div> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"You crossed a line Creeps, pissed all over it...now it's [[my turn!]]"</span>
You know, it's funny how things turn out sometimes. A few days ago, in a dead-end bar in the middle of nowhere, some asshole tries to make a complete stranger his whore, said stranger goes through some considerable changes both to her appearance and her personality and well, oh how the tides will turn...The future is always so uncertain in everything in life. Every great decision creates ripples, like a huge boulder dropped in a lake. The ripples merge and rebound off the banks in unforeseeable ways. The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences. That's just the way shit goes. Sometimes you eat the bar, sometimes the bar eats you. Me? I'm a big believer in Karma and this fucker right here, tried to push shit way too hard. So tonight, for one night only, karma is a bitch called "Rayne". The Creeper steps menacingly towards me, his hands outstretched and trembling with rage. I can feel my adrenaline pumping, I've been waiting for this for fucking ages. Time slows down around me, I take in all of the room, thinking of a way to take this Fucker out. I decide on one of three choices. The first, easy enough choice I suppose, I beat the bastard to death with my [[Fists]]. A classic to be sure but just a little too bland for what this shit deserves. A quick observation of the junk in the room revealed the other two likely candidates. My second choice to aid in the exquisite task of Creeper-culling, a [[Katana]]. Sharp, deadly and precise, definitely a clean kill if that's the way I want him gone. Lastly, and my personal favorite, the [[Chainsaw]]. No introductions needed on that baby. I'll let you decide this one $name, you've earned it.
Going the classic route huh? Ol' fisty. Mano-a-woman-o. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Oh I've been looking forward to this!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Ha! You think a nobody like you can take ME out! I'll show you just how I do things downt...ughh!"</span> He doesn't get to finish his little speech. One thing every woman learns early on in life, if you ever get into a fight with a man, the one surefire way to get him to shut his pathetic ass the fuck up? One swift knee to the happysacks, they'll drop like a fucking stone every time. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Heads up you FREAK!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\fist.gif"></div> My fist comes crashing down hard on his head. He stumbles back, falling against the boarded window. The wood splinters and breaks, guess the boards wern't secured properly or just so fucking rotten they couldn't stand to have such a large amount of shit crash against them. I watch triumphant as the legs of the Creeper disappear out the window, forever falling from my sight. <div align="center"><img src="Images\falling.gif"></div> [[Good riddance]]
The moment the Katana is in my hands, the second the events of a previous night replay in my head, all I see is red. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I swore I'd fucking kill you if I ever found you!"</span> My grip on the blade handle tightens. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I only hope hell has more mercy on your soul than me."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"NO! Rayne! Don't kill me! I swear I..."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I'm sorry, but Rayne's not here anymore."</span> With an almost feral-like action, I leap into the air, landing on the Creeper and forcing him to the ground. I plunge my blade deep into his skull, over and over, blood coating all that surrounds me. <div align="center"><img src="Images\sword.gif"></div> When it's over, there's no Creeper left. No face, barely any skull either. Just a mish-mash of bone, muscle and brain. I stand up. Stunned and silent I just stare at what remains of his bloodied corpse. A plethora of emotions running through my brain, I need to go. It won't be long until Seeker's [[swarm this place]].
A little duck n' dive action and the chainsaw is in my hands, Creeper didn't know what hit him. I could hear Princess wincing in my head as she knew what was coming, we both did, but what can I say, he REALLY shoulda left me the fuck alone that night. <div align="center"><img src="Images\chainsaw.gif"></div> [[Hail To The Queen, Baby]]
And that was that. With the Creeper out of the picture and with Miss D none the wiser as to who I really was or how to find me, I could live out my life however I wanted. Turns out the local bar was hiring for security as "Someone" was kicked out for trying to brainwash the punters in the bathrooms. Cut a long story short, the Landlord wasn't too pleased and decided to clamp down hard on that shit which was all good for me, I get to release a little tension every now and again and get paid to do it too. Not a terrible wage either, Landlord even gave me temporary living space so I could get my shit together. Now I'm back to saving up for a good apartment, maybe even get me one with a lock on the shower, haha! As for the old "Rayne", no-one really knows what happened to her and not many questions were asked. I just got marked down as another victim of 7G, another corpse to be swept under the rug, there's a surreal thought if ever I had one. These days I go by the name "Alyssa", was Princess' choice, it makes her happy anyways and to be fair I did kinda owe her daft ass for stopping me from going full-psycho. REALLY had to keep an eye on my temper since that shit but Princess helped keep me fairly grounded and in the end my faceless friend, it all worked out. Heck, I even started buying a few rounds of pink ice-cream every now and again as a way of Thanks to Princess for helping kill that Chucklefuck. But yeah, I'm happy. Life is good, well, as good as a video-game protagonist like me could have it I suppose and I know I owe a fair amount of that to you. So yeah, thanks Fuc...I mean, thanks $name. You take care of yourself, okay? See you around! <div align="center"><img src="Images\beater.jpg"></div> The End... ...or is it? Yes, yes it is. Hope you enjoyed the game! From Rayn...uhh...Alyssa and myself, Thanks for playing!
After that night I was never the same. I began to find it harder and harder to control my emotions. One minute I was fine, the next a burning uncontrollable rage would wash over me, usually ending when my hands were covered in someone else's blood.. Worrying my reputation as a loose cannon was beginning to preceed me, I decided to go underground. Somehow my encounters with MC&R and the Creeper had affected in unforeseen ways and not just my appearance. My reflexes were heightened, my skills at taking human life had been increased tenfold as had the appeal of using them to that effect, and use them I would. Under the guise of "Reapyr", I started working as an assassin, mostly for personal vendettas to start with but my reputation soon began to grow. The road out of the city I so longed for was finally presented to me, paved with the blood of so many forgotten. It was just buisiness to me though. "Just business", yeah, it always is. Princess went silent that night I encountered The Creeper, never to surface again, probably for the best. I somehow doubt she'd approve of my new station in life and that's fair enough I guess. It's certainly not the way out I would have chosen, but beggars can't be choosers and this was as good as any. Understand this. I really appreciate what you did for me, there's no denying without you I barely would have made it out of that bar where we first met. Believe me when I say I hope I don't see you around, but if I do, I swear it's nothing personal. Watch your step, $name.. <div align="center"><img src="Images\reapyr.jpg"></div> The end ...or is it? I fear if I write anymore, it might attract unwanted attention. You already know too much! Thanks for playing!
A person-pizza had appeared at the Docks District that night. No questions were asked, no reports were filed. Life went on as normal. My life became a little different of course, not by much, but history has a way of repeating itself. I'm still me, just someone else too...sorry, it sounds better in my head. Princess never spoke again after that night. Maybe things had finally taken their toll on her, or maybe she just felt she had nothing else to say. I don't hate her though, she saved my life, fucked it up too but in her own way, she helped. EVery other Saturday in her memory, despite hating the color myself, I buy myself a litttle pink ice-cream. Wherever she is now, I know she appreciates it. As for me? Same shit, different day. New name, different body, figured calling myself "Rayne" would be a little too suspicious so instead, I go by the name "Sally". No idea why, but that name always seemed to mean something to me. This all started in a run down drinking joint, might as well end there too. So here's a raised glass of Liquid Fire, a toast to you, $name! Thanks for, well, whatever it was you did. Now get out of here Fucko, you bother me! <div align="center"><img src="Images\liquid.jpg"></div> The End ...or is it Well, it's an end, but you know what they say, closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end. Thanks for playing!
<span style="color: magenta;">"I ain't doin' nothin' you ask for! Cuz one thing you don't know is that I and Rayne are me! Rayne is here inside me! We are together and one person and she is gonna help me kick your ass and then I'm gonna help her suck cock and together we will be unstoppable!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"I honestly have no idea what in the devil you are blithering on about you strange little woman."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I'm gonna rip your FUCKING throat out for what you did to me you FUCKING CUNT!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Whoa Rayne, go easy, we might be able to avoid the violence this time. If I can talk to Mr. Creeperman, maybe we could come out of this on top...of underneath, you know, whatever he likes most. I'm real easy me...oooooo DOGGIE!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Are you fucking kidding me right now? What the shit is wrong with you!? A second ago you wanted to skin this fucker alive as much as I did! Now you wanna have him bugger us on a balcony!?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Well, I never said anything about a balcony, but now that you come to mention it..."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Unbelievable..."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"That anger...you say she's part of you? I think I'm beginning to understand! I don't know what technology you've used Rayne but clearly it had a few "unforeseen" side-effects! Believe me my dear, it's not the only thing that has some interesting side-effects. You see I did a little research on these Control cigarettes after our brief liaison, turns out a particular side-effect is to enforce or rather to re-enforce current underlining behaviours within a governing personality."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...nope. I didn't get any of that."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Really? None of it all?" -sigh- "How frigging dumb...Fine, I shall endeavor to explain. Since entering my little domain, you've been steadily breathing in a less concentrated version of the Controls smoke I used on you, or rather Rayne, in the bathrooms. I estimate within the hour you'll be on your knees, begging me to mould your mind into whatever I deem fit! But what are these side-effects you ask? Well, they certainly are quite interesting. It seems your governing personality is one of stupidity, of empty-headedness...and your apparent love of the lewder side of things is evident from your outfit; certainly an interesting change from when we first met! I believe however that given the correct guidance, you could be most useful to me! Once I CONVINCE you to SERVE ME of course."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Serve you? You mean "fuck you" right? I mean if that's what you meant then sure I'll fuck you, you don't need any crazy gas to convince me, I love cock, I'll be glad to! Just come here so we can get started already! My pussy is already getting wet, I haven't had a cock in...oh I don't know how long, but I think I'm overdue for more!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Really? You mean like, right now? I admit this is a shock! Yes! I'll be [[right there!]]"</span>
<span style="color: darkred;">"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING PRINCESS!? HE WAS GOING TO RAPE US!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yes, but that doesn't mean I have to go without a cock does it! Besides, I think maybe he wasn't trying to rape us at all, I think you just overreacted again, the way you always do!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"What the hell are you...!? "go without a..."?, "overreacting"!? Are you fucking insane!?...wait...the smoke...it IS affecting you, I mean us. Despite your obvious love of cock, as you're more or less an extension of me, I know even you wouldn't stoop to doing something this low."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"But I'm not being controlled, I want to fuck him...right? Uhh...come to think of it, I do feel a bit tingly...Rayne? I'm scared Rayne! What's happening to me?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Let me take over Princess, it's the only way to beat this asshole! I'm stronger than you, I can fight him, just let me be me for one last showdown. What do you say?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Honey!? I'm home"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Hi hun! Oh this is gonna be... <div align="center"><img src="Images\delicious.gif"></div> ...[[delicious]]"</span>
<<audio "search" play>> <<set $one to 150>><<countdownTimer $one "crazyprincess">><<set $one to 5 * .1>><<set $timepast to 0>> <span style="color: goldenrod;">Oh shit</span> His voice once seeming so close, now comes from every shadow around me. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Come out Creeps, I'm sick of your games! I ain't playing no more!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Hahaha! Oh but Miss Rayne, the games have only just begun! You may have noticed just how dark this building is and although I am certain you could easily overcome me one on one, my very particular set of skills make me a nightmare for people like you. By people I mean my enemies! Those who wish to see me harmed. You see the shadows are my loyal companion, I hide in them, I observe all from within them, I could be within an arms length of you and you wouldn't know it."</span> A noise behind me, a sheet of paper crumpling underfoot. As fast as possible, I twirl around, in time only to catch a brief glimpse of a hat appearing out of the darkness, but it's gone as soon as it appeared. It's like hunting a fucking ghost! Don't worry though, I'll find this fucker. Ain't gonna need no Zak T-Bagans for this! Just gotta get these lights working. Find a fuse and a breaker box and bam, he's dog meat! I can feel Princess' longing for cock overwhelming me though, better make this quick! Start [[searching rooms]]
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">> <<if $breaker1 and $fuse1>> Back to the [[Damned Breaker Box]]! Gotta get this done quick! <<else>> This is fucking ridiculous! <<set $creepersearch = $creepersearch || [ "DarkRoomA", "DarkRoomB", "DarkRoomC", "DarkRoomD", "DarkRoomE", "DarkRoomF"]>> Getting fed up of all this <<link 'searching'>> <<goto `$creepersearch.pluck()`>> <</link>> <</if>> <<set $myDelay to random (3, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu1'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">><div align="center"><img src="Images\dark1.jpg"></div> A ladder, shelves, fuck all else. <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Okay, okay! I'm searching already!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>Well, this is shit. Damnit!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>Gotta keep [[searching rooms]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu1'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">><div align="center"><img src="Images\dark2.jpg"></div> Geezus, looks like the desk that time forgot. <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Whatever<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>Fuck!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>Gotta keep [[searching rooms]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu1'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">><<if $breaker1>><div align="center"><img src="Images\dark3.jpg"></div> Tables all over the place, gonna be a bit longer here kid! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> On it!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 10s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 11s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 12s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 13s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 15s delay>>FUCK YES! Got the Fuse! Get our asses to that [[Damned Breaker Box]] $name!<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark3.jpg"></div> Tables all over the place, gonna be a bit longer here kid! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> On it!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 10s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 11s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 12s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 13s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 15s delay>><<set $fuse1 to true>>Sweet! Got the Fuse! A little patience right?<</timed>> <<timed 17s delay>>Just the Breaker Box now, best keep [[searching rooms]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">> <<if $fuse1>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark4.jpg"></div> What the hell happened in here!? What's that on the walls? Fuck this light! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Bossy fucker!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>Breaker Box!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>Get this [[Damned Breaker Box]] open and on $name, NOW!<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark4.jpg"></div> What the hell happened in here!? What's that on the walls? Fuck this light! <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Any other time and I'd tell you to fuck off!<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>><<set $breaker1 to true>>Breaker Box!<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>>One down, one to go. Just gotta find that Fuse! Time for more [[searching rooms]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <</if>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark5.jpg"></div> Ugh! What the fuck is that smell!? <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> -gag- I think I'm gonna hurl... <<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 10s delay>>Full disclosure, it came up and I swallowed...Fuck my life.<</timed>> <<timed 12s delay>>Keep [[searching rooms]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu1'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dark6.jpg"></div> Computers...fuckin' nerds paradise. <span id="ReplaceMe"> <<link "Search the room">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> Yeah, yeah<<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>>Nope. Anymore bright ideas?<</timed>> <<timed 10s delay>> You think of one while I keep [[searching rooms]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<set $myDelay to random (6, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'cu1'>> <</timed>>
<<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 201 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">> No more fucking around! The Fuse is fitted! So many Goddamned switches! I don't have time for this shit! Can't afford to fuck up though, not now. Stay calm...think...21 switches, a Red light means the number is too high, Blue light means too low <<set _real_value to Math.floor(State.random() * 21) + 1>> Which switch number?<<textbox "_player_value" "0" true>> <<link "This one?">> <<set _player_value to parseInt(_player_value)>> <<replace '#high-low-guess'>> <<if (_real_value == _player_value)>> <<= `Oh Fuck yes!`>> [[Hit the lights!]] <<else>> <<= `Fuck! ${(_real_value - _player_value < 0) ? "Red light, too high" : "Blue light, too low"}`>> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>> <span id="high-low-guess"></span> <<set $myDelay to random (15, 50) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto 'crazyprincess'>> <</timed>>
<span style="color: palevioletred;">Eat flourescent hell dipshit!</span> Almost breaking my hand, I smash the lightswitch hard. There in the corner of the room, I spy some greasy motherfucker about to get wrecked. <div align="center"><img src="Images\creeper.gif"></div> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"You got nowhere left to run fucknuts, I'm gonna enjoy this!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"NO! Do you have any idea what you've done!? My Shadow-powers, my whole plan...RUINED! BY SOME RANDOM BITCH I MET IN A FUCKING TOILET!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Rayne..I...I'm okay now. I know he hurt you, but please, let me do this my way. I promise not to fuck him, I mean I want to fuck him sure, but not in the way he had in mind."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Okay Princess. You earned your place, I'll be here if you need me."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"YAY! CREEPYPANTS IS GONNA GET ANAL!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Wha...!?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Wha...!?"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\princessfist.gif"></div> [[???]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\revenge.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh, right...yeah..."anal"...I getcha now."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yes, that's what I said wasn't it? Why? What did you think I meant?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh, nothing, it doesn't matter. Well, what shall we do now?</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">Get out of these clothes, find somewhere nice and HAVE SOME [[FUN!]]</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\princess7.jpg"></div>
The events of that night changed the relationship me and Princess had up to that point. Sure she had control, but for some reason her cock-hungry nature had taken a step back. She was still overly happy and irritatingly curious about everything, still dumb as a rock too, but I didn't hate her. Eventually I found her company to be warming, such a bright soul in a sea of neverending darkness. We had become sisters and together, we never looked back, we just learnt to enjoy this new life we'd been given. <div align="center"><img src="Images\fun.jpg"></div> The End ...or is it! Princess is happy, Rayne is kinda happy. So yeah, that's the best you're gonna get out of this Thanks for playing!
It's been about a week since the mutilated remains of one "David Hatcreeper" was found by one of the staff workers of the Docks District near Sector 7G. Since then, several other members of varying gangs and organizations have been found skinned and suspended upside-down from the gates of MC&R buildings across our glorious nation. Security footage from the night of Mr. Hatcreeper's demise reveals the image of an as yet unidentifiable female leaving the seen, covered in what appears to be the victims blood. Formerly defunct MC&R Industries are working closely with local government officials in order to track down this dangerous individual. Citizens are advised to stay well clear of this female and to report all sightings immediately. Any information given leading to the termination of the suspect shall be greatly rewarded with a lifetime Golden Road Club membership, granting free travel anywhere in the world for the rest of the lucky citizen's natural life. According to a spokesperson for MC&R, as the crime and subsequent vandilisms have all taken place on and around MC&R property, Seeker patrols have been despatched to deal with the perpetrator quickly and efficiently. Make no mistake, whoever this crazed Femme Fatale is, Her days are numbered. <div align="center"><img src="Images\wanted.jpg"></div> The End ...or is it? Rayne went Bye-bye. Yes, this is indeed a "Game Over".
<<audio "breath" play>> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Now my dear, doesn't that feel so much better? I bet you wonder why you ever resisted! But don't worry, you'll soon forget all that you were, especially when you've got a lifetime of servitude to my cock to look forward to!"</span> <span style="color: magneta;">"...mmmm...COCK!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Good! So, now that you are under completely under my power, tell me who you really are!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"COCK!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"...yes, thats's marvelous, very admirable that you wish to get straight down to the sucking, but first I need some information!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...cock?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"...Oh dear, please tell me I didn't mess up my calculations again! Say you didn't breath in too much smoke?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"C.O.C.K. Cock, Cock cock cock."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">....oh rats. Well, shouldn't complain I suppose, it is technically what I wanted after all. Very well Miss...uhh...Cockcreeper! You may suck my cock! Just please, make sure you clean up afterwards. I cannot afford a good dry-clean at the moment, why else do you think I still have this crappy coat on!?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"COCK!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\creepsuck.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">-sigh-</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\heel.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Mmm...[[tasty]]</span>
<span style="color: magenta;">"Cock! Tasty! CUM! Master! Sod Off! Shut up! Rats!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Ahem...well, as you can see her vocabulary needs expanding just a little doesn't it dear."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"Balls! MADAM! Don't touch that!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes...well, that is why I came to you Miss D, I hear you are one of the leads in Personality Development Technology. Though I am perfectly happy with her subservient nature, I just wish she wasn't as thick as a brick. Do you think you can help? I have some credit to my name and have worked with your company for some time now if that counts for anything..."</span> <span style="color: limegreen;">"Indeed it does Mr. Hatcreeper. And would this change require a new name for her to respond to?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"...hmmm...No, Cockcreeper is fine, I'll call her "C.C." for short"</span> <span style="color: limegreen;">"...cute. Very well Mr. Hatcreeper. Leave your request and contact address with my people and we shall endeavor to get back to you once the process is complete. A process of mind-correction when there is so little there to resist, shouldn't take to long. Be ready to receive her by, say....lunch time?"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\creepercock.jpg"></div> The End Yep, you really buggered this one up.
<<audio "breath" play>><span style="color: palevioletred;">-cough- "Ughh...too much smoke...losing my..."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes, that's it, Give in! Do what you were born to do and obey me!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Obey...? No..."</span> The room starts to spin, my vision becomes a blur of pink smoke and black shadows. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"It's pointless to resist, I'm in your head now! Spreading throughout your brain like a...like a spready thing, rewriting all your thoughts and desires. You live to serve me, you WANT to serve me!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Want to...serve...huh?"</span> The outline of the Creeper keeps flashing in my head, I can feel myself fade. I see myself kneeling before him, it feels so right, like it's all I've ever wanted. Why was I chasing him or trying to defeat him? It'd be so much easier just to give in, so much easier to serve... A flash of lighting burns through my skull. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I must obey!"</span> I fall to my knees and bow my head, I just hope it's enough to show my Master how I wish to pledge my loyalty to him. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes...now that's more like it. From now on you shall address me as The Shadow. Your purpose is to serve The Shadow! Do you understand?"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Serve The Shadow."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"You live to Serve The Shadow."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I live to Serve The Shadow."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Very good my sweet hypnotized harlot! I noticed your strength when you began smashing my room up, I could certainly use some protection in my line of work...and one so beautiful as yourself...you shall be my bodyguard, yes...from this day forth you shall forever be known as my personal "Fuckguard"! Hahaha!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Your Fuckguard. I am The Shadow's [[Fuckguard]]"</span>
I never left The Shadow's side from that day forth. I submitted to his every whim. Changed my hair, my clothes, anything he asked for. Due to a side-effect of overexposure to Controls, my skin pigment changed a little, but I wasn't bothered, it seemed to make me easier for The Shadow to fuck, and that was fine by me. I was as loyal as loyal can be too Protected him fiercely! No-one dared approach him without his explicit permission. It wasn't long before he began to gain status in the city, a little hypnosis here, a little planned assassination there. Soon The Shadow even surpassed Miss.D herself! I took great pleasure in snapping her neck like a twig when The Shadow's orders were given, great pleasure indeed. When not following orders to defend The Shadow, I happily find other ways to satisfy him. Luckily for me, I fuck as good as I kill, so let's just say that means I won't be unemployed any time soon. I love my job as The Shadow's personal Fuckguard and soon with my help, he'll take over the whole country. Amass an empire not seen since ancient Roman times and I'll be right at his side. His cock in one hand and a Deathblade in the other. <div align="center"><img src="Images\fuckguard.jpg"></div> The End I was supposed to kill him, not fucking join him! Talk about Revenge Of The Shit.
<<audio "breath" play>> <<if visited("cu1") is 3>> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Now my dear, doesn't that feel so much better? I bet you wonder why you ever resisted! But don't worry, you'll soon forget all that you were, especially when you've got a lifetime of servitude to my cock to look forward to!"</span> <span style="color: magneta;">"...mmmm...COCK!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Good! So, now that you are under completely under my power, tell me who you really are!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"COCK!"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"...yes, thats's marvelous, very admirable that you wish to get straight down to the sucking, but first I need some information!"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"...cock?"</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"...Oh dear, please tell me I didn't mess up my calculations again! Say you didn't breath in too much smoke?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"C.O.C.K. Cock, Cock cock cock."</span> <span style="color: magenta;">....oh rats. Well, shouldn't complain I suppose, it is technically what I wanted after all. Very well Miss...uhh...Cockcreeper! You may suck my cock! Just please, make sure you clean up afterwards. I cannot afford a good dry-clean at the moment, why else do you think I still have this crappy coat on!?"</span> <span style="color: magenta;">"COCK!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\creepsuck.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">-sigh-</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\heel.gif"></div> <span style="color: magenta;">"Mmm...[[tasty]]</span> <<else>> <<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyprincess">> The Creeper appears out of nowhere, blowing more disgusting smoke into my face! <div align="center"><img src="Images\smoke4.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes! Keep breathing it in! Not long now..."</span> Back to [[searching rooms]] <</if>>
<<if visited("cu2") is 3>> <<audio "breath" play>><span style="color: palevioletred;">-cough- "Ughh...too much smoke...losing my..."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes, that's it, Give in! Do what you were born to do and obey me!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Obey...? No..."</span> The room starts to spin, my vision becomes a blur of pink smoke and black shadows. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"It's pointless to resist, I'm in your head now! Spreading throughout your brain like a...like a spready thing, rewriting all your thoughts and desires. You live to serve me, you WANT to serve me!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Want to...serve...huh?"</span> The outline of the Creeper keeps flashing in my head, I can feel myself fade. I see myself kneeling before him, it feels so right, like it's all I've ever wanted. Why was I chasing him or trying to defeat him? It'd be so much easier just to give in, so much easier to serve... A flash of lighting burns through my skull. <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I must obey!"</span> I fall to my knees and bow my head, I just hope it's enough to show my Master how I wish to pledge my loyalty to him. <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes...now that's more like it. From now on you shall address me as The Shadow. Your purpose is to serve The Shadow! Do you understand?"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Serve The Shadow."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"You live to Serve The Shadow."</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"I live to Serve The Shadow."</span> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Very good my sweet hypnotized harlot! I noticed your strength when you began smashing my room up, I could certainly use some protection in my line of work...and one so beautiful as yourself...you shall be my bodyguard, yes...from this day forth you shall forever be known as my personal "Fuckguard"! Hahaha!"</span> <span style="color: palevioletred;">"Your Fuckguard. I am The Shadow's [[Fuckguard]]"</span> <<else>> <<set $timepast to $timepast + $timerout>><<set $timeremaining to 151 - $timepast>><<countdownTimer $timeremaining "crazyrayne">><span style="color: lightpink;">Creeperpants! Blowing more icky smoke into my face! SO RUDE!!!</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\smoke4.gif"></div> <span style="color: goldenrod;">"Yes! Keep breathing it in! Not long now..."</span> [[Try a room]] <</if>>
<span style="color: darkred;">"What?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Ugghh Rayne you are sooo slow sometimes!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"..." "Why's it so dark in here? Turn the lightswitch on."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Okies...Poopy...it doesn't work"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Well can you see a Breaker Box or a fuse or anything? We might be able to fix it."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"A who and a what now? I can't see anything, Rayne. Not even my pretty toes!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...nevermind So what did you want anyway?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"That smell."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Yes."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"The one in the room."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"The moldy damp one?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"No, duh! I know what moldy icky damp smells like! I mean the other one!"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh, right...what about it?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"I think I know it."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"You do?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Well no because I think that I'm sure that I don't, but you might but then you might not, maybe...-ish."</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"I'm confused."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"How can you be confused? Do you know the smell or not?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Oh, I get you now. Yes. Yes I know the smell."</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">Yay! So...what is it?"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"It's...THE CREEPER!"</span> [[oh poopy...]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\secret.jpg"></div> The End Or is it... Ok, so now I'm really confused! How the fuck did Seeker programming get inside me!? Was it the suit? Side-effects of my transformation? I don't like this shit, [[not one bit.]]
Wether it was the fact I hate being trapped, or just my natural overwhelming urge to destroy things, or even the possibility that my life is in the hands of a complete idiot, who knows? <div align="left"><img src="Images\stumped.gif"></div> But I hit that fucking panel with everything I had. The screen splintered, sparks sent flying...impressive. <div align="center"><img src="Images\screen.gif"></div> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Uhh Miss Rayne, that is not how you're supposed to..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Fuck you and fuck your damn riddles! I'm done playing games!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"But Miss Rayne, how are you supposed to open the door now? Turns out I was wrong about you, you're as dumb as a sack of Texan doorknobs! You're trapped in there, facing a total Mindwipe and I'm safe out here and there's not a damn thing you can do about it! Tell me Miss Rayne, how does that make you feel?"</span> ...And the door opened <span style="color: red;">"Wow...that actually worked?"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Yay!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Oh [[rattlesnakes]]..."</span>
Vice. Sat on a desk infont of me, squirming like the greasy worm he is...this fucker poked a hornets nest and now... <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Well, ahem...Miss Rayne...my, this is indeed awkward. Please, allow me to ap..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Zip it asshole! I don't give a flying fucking shit about anything you have to say! All I'm interested in, is kicking your fucking ass!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Miss Rayne, I don't think you..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"</span> A quick fist to the jaw and he goes down hard. Leaning forward, I reach into his pocket and grab the antidote. <span style="color: red;">I'll be taking that! Now, where is that bitch?"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"You hit pretty hard for a lady, but I'm afraid I ain't tellin' you shit!"</span> At my feet, just ahead of me and leaning against Vice's desk, I see the welcome form of a Baseball bat. Gang bosses like to keep these things handy for when someone might fall outta line...and this prick is waay outta line. I pick up the bat, wrap my hands tightly around the handle and swing it a few times at the air to get the weight, hoping that maybe Vice is smart enough to read between the not-so-subtle lines. <span style="color: red;">"You either tell me, or you can say hello to my little friend!"</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"Are you threatening me!?"</span> <span style="color: red;">Threaten? No...more like a promise."</span> <span style="color: lightsalmon;">"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU TH...!"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\vicebeat.gif"></div> [[And there's that crossed line again]]
<div align="left"><img src="Images\princess2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh come on now Rayne, Sweety, of course I'm you! Or rather, I'm a part of you. I've ALWAYS been a part of you. The part of you that's such a sweet little </span> <span style="color: deeppink;">Princess"</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"No...you're nothing like me! I don't talk or look anything like...well, like that!"</span> Once again she disapppears and the feeling I'm being toyed with like a rat in a trap begins to set in. <span style="color: darkred;">"This is fucking insane, or I am, definitely one or the other. No...it's the drugs, it has to be, there's no way any of this is real! Time to wake up Rayne, time to wake up!"</span> <span style="color: darkmagenta;">"Oh no sugar, you're not escaping me this time! -giggle- No, you're going to stay, stay right here until I've shown you a thing or two about...YOU! You're going to learn what it's like to open up to your true nature, to be free of all of that hatred and anger, to give in and be the slut you were always meant to be! You're going to learn and you're goin' to LOVE IT! And your teacher? Well that'll be ME! -giggle- Let the lessons begin!"</span> I struggle to move, my body has suddenly decided it doesn't want to do anything I tell it...[[what the fu...]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\seeker.jpg"></div> In my time as a citizen of Sector 7G, I had only ever heard of what these Megabitches could do, I'd never actually come this close to one though...which is something I consider to be somewhat of a blessing, believe me. "Seekers" or to use their designated company name, the "SX-700's", used to be human, as human as either of us are anyway. At some point in their lives they had crossed paths with MC&R and not in a good way. Using whatever technology MC&R uses for this shit, not being privy to all their company secrets I wouldn't know where to begin with how it's done, the subjects mind or more precisely, their personality, is transferred from their body to a main server somewhere at MC&R Headquarters. Once uploaded their "lifeforce" is altered and rewritten to bring the persons beliefs and values in line with whatever MC&R needs. For Seekers, I guess that would mean they'd become disciples of converting others, or if conversion wasn't possible, causing as much death and destruction as their protocols would allow and just about staying within the questionable guidelines of the law. So anyways, once wiped clean and reprogrammed, the "Seekered" personality is then transferred back into a newly created body complete with it's very own metal endo-skeleton. Once the mind transfer is complete, before they boot them up they cover the skeleton with this fake skin, a replica of human tissue that starts off as a kind of transparent gel. Once this gel has completely covered the skeletal frame, it slowly becomes a flesh imitation, only much tougher; turning the Seeker into one tough Bitch. Their "skin" is almost indestructable, it doesn't burn doesn't scar and it doesn't age. Heard you need at least three solid cans of Nitro Nine just to make a dent! The creepiest part though, is that they look almost identical as a Seeker as to when they were alive, gives me the shivers just thinking about it. Why identical? I don't know exactly, but I heard it has something to do with mitigating shock value during their initial boot up which can result in a complete mind meltdown, or something like that. Like I said, I don't know for certain and anything I do know like that shit about their skin? Read it all in a fucking magazine when they were first introduced. See $name, your girl ain't just a pretty face, [[I got some smarts too.]]
Right, enough of a history lesson on Seekers, the floor guide says this is the R&D department. That means it's probably gonna be full of fucked up experiments, perverted prototypes and a whole load of company Frakensteins building their own take on the classic Hammer Horror monster. Great...this is gonna be a pain in the ass. Let's see, door signs... [[Offices]] [[SX-700 Manufacture]] [[Chemicals]] [[Fire Escape]] Not much to go on I know, but it's a start. Just remember, Seekers are patrolling here so if I linger too long, I'm fucking dead or worse, Mindwiped and Seekerfied....fuck that for a future.
<<audio "bong" play>> The old grandfather clock in the corner, a relic from a time long since forgotten, loudly rang out a singular defiant call, letting any and all souls in it's presence become aware of the passing of the half-hour. Half past six, Tabatha would no doubt still be asleep whereas Nicola, the youngest and most rebellious of my Mistress' maids, would most likely be cleaning the lounge around this time, I thought about paying her a visit. I debated partaking in other activites to make the seemingly endless Mistressless time pass quicker, activities such as finding Roderick, the head butler. I wholesomely admit to taking such pleasures in witnessing and being the catalyst of his many annoyances. Even Mistress at times delighted in the games I played with the old man. Although he was sweet enough and had spent more than enough years within the service of my Mistress to garner the upmost respect from his peers and those considered beneath him, I am neither his peer nor his underling and any disrespect shown towards me that my Mistress was made aware of carried such very dire consequences indeed, a delicious fact I take great pleasure in reminding Roderick of at every given opportunity, much to his frustration I'm sure. To my knowledge, only one individual has ever willingly flouted their displeasure of my status among this household. That individual, a filthy mercenary by the name of "Vice" who was briefly employed by my Mistress to hunt down and detain various detestable individuals throughout the more dangerous areas of the city, now resides somewhere within the dark twisting hallways that fill the underbelly of this Mansion. Once a calculating and ruthless killer, now nothing more than a fully wiped husk of a man, his arms and legs had been removed and torn from his bloated torso. His blasphemous voice silenced, his reprogrammed mind only able to process and obey the very simplest of commands. His only use? To service those that hang from the very last rung of the status ladder within these halls, left to survive on the fecal matter that forms within the bowels of those that reside with the lowest of the low, making it's way through the rotten sewer and into the gaping hole that once formed such a treacherous and lecherous mouth . A truly pathetic and disgusting creature, a future rightly deserved that shall garner naught in the way of pity from me. My Mistress is as graceful and as gracious as one could ever hope for, but to go against her, to go against me, is as foolish and unwise a decision as it is suicidal. Here endeth todays lesson. <div align="center"><img src="Images\pet.jpg"></div> So, Diary, what to do today? Perhaps I should just wander? If I deem it worthy of my time or if I tire of exploring, I could always help Nicola with the daily chores, chase down Roderick or visit lowly Tabatha. [[Which shall it be?]]
Doing my best to try and occupy myself during my time away from Mistress, I look at the hallway before me. Where to go? What to do? So many choices. <<audio "morn" stop>><<audio "bong" stop>> [[Pet's Room]] [[Lounge]] [[Lobby]]
<<if $nic>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bedroom.jpg"></div> I wandered aimlessly into my own bedroom. My bed, messy from the night previous, had already been attended to and pristine sheets and pillowcases now lay in perfect order upon my bed. On the far side of the room, my mirror hangs, reflecting this humble utopia Mistress had provided for me. [[Pleasure Myself]] [[Look in the Mirror]] [[Have A Shower]] <<linkreplace "Go to sleep">>I contemplated climbing back into bed, but did not wish to miss the possible yet unlikely early return of Mistress...that and missing the chance to get under the nose of Roderick was not something I was willing to let go so easily. No, sleep was not something I could afford the pleasure of just yet.<</linkreplace>> [[Snooze Hall]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bedroom.jpg"></div> I wandered aimlessly into my own bedroom. My bed, messy from the night previous, had already been attended to and pristine sheets and pillowcases now lay in perfect order upon my bed. On the far side of the room, my mirror hangs, reflecting this humble utopia Mistress had provided for me. [[Pleasure Myself]] [[Look in the Mirror]] <<linkreplace "Have A Shower">>Usually I took a shower before bedtime, freeing up my first daily task and allowing it to be filled with the duty of attending to Mistress. Despite her abscence, today was no different, my shower would have to wait.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Go to sleep">>I contemplated climbing back into bed, but did not wish to miss the possible yet unlikely early return of Mistress...that and missing the chance to get under the nose of Roderick was not something I was willing to let go so easily. No, sleep was not something I could afford the pleasure of just yet.<</linkreplace>> [[Main Hallway]] <</if>>
[[Main Hallway]]
<<if $gotkey>> <<goto "key">> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\kitchen.jpg"></div> Ahh the kitchen, Chef's Paradiso...he seems to be searching the cupboards for something, if whatever he is missing is hindering the creation of the evening meal, the thought occured that I should probably offer to help him. [[Talk to Chef]] [[The Dining Room]] <<linkreplace "Cellar">>Locked. Maybe I should ask Chef who has the key.<</linkreplace>> [[Mansion Lobby]] <</if>>
<<if $nic is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dining.jpg"></div> Ahh the Dining room. A place to enjoy Chef's fabulous and filling creations whilst simultaneously sharing the wonderous stories of the day. <<linkreplace "Lounge">>No, best not disturb her. I felt more than enough guilt for one morning.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Kitchen">>Chef sounded busy taking in ingredients for this evenings meal, I didn't want to disturb him.<</linkreplace>> [[Lobby]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\dining.jpg"></div> Ahh the Dining room. A place to enjoy Chef's fabulous and filling creations whilst simultaneously sharing the wonderous stories of the day. [[Lounge]] <<linkreplace "Kitchen">>Chef sounded busy taking in ingredients for this evenings meal, I didn't want to disturb him.<</linkreplace>> [[Lobby]] <</if>>
<<if $roam>> <<goto "sbmeal">> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\nicola.jpg"></div> <<set $nic to true>> In the Night Lounge I ran into Nicola, the trainee maid, hired barely a day before my Mistress' leave. While nowhere near as efficient as Roderick when it came to fulfilling her duties, she wasn't anywhere near as much a bore either. However, on this occasion, like many before, she had taken to falling asleep on the couch. Normally in this instance I would remind her of her place and that tardyness would not be tolerated, but she was new and I was in too much a somber mood to begin raising my voice or begin making any hostile threats, so I tried a different approach. <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh Nicola, again I find you so easily abandoning your duties! Surely you want to please Mistress as much as I? She can be very rewarding if duties are carried out with both passion and dedication."</span> <span style="color: darkseagreen;">-yawn- "Oh Pet, yet again I find you disturbing my sleep. Would it please you to know it was you I was dreaming of? So luscious between my thighs..." -yawn- "And though your devotion to the Mistress is admirable, of that there's no doubt, your persistence and constant praise of her, and I say this with the utmost respect, does get awful tiresome sometimes and...oh...your hair!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Luscious eh? Haha! You're too kind, Nicola, but flattery will only get you so far here and as for my devotion? Well my devotion is only because...wait, my hair? What about it? Has old Roders trimmed it whilst I slept again? I swear if that old fool has been in my room again..."</span> <span style="color: darkseagreen;">"Oh no Pet, nothing like that! Only I thought the Mistress had some strange rule about you not having the same hair style for longer than a week or so?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Yes, she does and though I do appreciate you reminding me of my own absentmindedness, why bring such a trivial subject up?"</span> <span style="color: darkseagreen;">"Well, it's been almost two weeks and you still have the same style as when the Mistress left. Not to suggest anything untoward of course, but doesn't that make you as guilty as I for breaking house rules?"</span> I eye her dubiously, she has a point. Not adheering to Mistress rules, makes me as much a party to misbehaviour as she. <span style="color: crimson;">"Is there a point you'd like to get across here, Nicola?"</span> <span style="color: darkseagreen;">"My point Pet, is that if you let me continue my sleep undisturbed at least until say, lunch time? I promise that if you come see me tomorrow morning and sporting that wonderful new look of yours, I'll make it up to you to keep both our acts of deviancy a secret. Deal? You know you'd do it for that garden fairy friend of yours, Tabitha, so why not me?"</span> At the mere mention of Tabitha's name being used in such a way, I can feel an inner rage begin to burn inside of me...these past few days this has begun to happen more often, over trivial things too such as Roderick knocking on my bedroom chamber door during reading hours, my meal only being lukewarm, being brought a glass of Red wine instead of White...though to my knowledge these unusual outbursts had never happened before, only recently since Mistress' left for her extended absence...these musings I find troubling, yet for the moment, not worth any further thought. <span style="color: crimson;">"Do not compare yourself to Tabitha, Nicola! EVER! I have tolerated many things from you and since you're new here I shall let that one slide, but don't push what little luck you've had so far wench or I shall be forced to rip out your cunt-faced tongue through your fucking teeth! Do I make myself clear, Bitch!?"</span> Nicola just lay there, mouth agape and quivering with a single tear welling up in her eye. My mouth hung open too as if a jolt of electricity had just coarsed throughout my veins, rendering my face paralyzed...Only now realizing what I had just done, I quickly make my excuses and leave. What had gotten in to me? Where did such colorful language come from? <span style="color: crimson;">"I...I'm sorry Nicola, p...please, forgive me...by all means rest, you have my word on my silence and yes, of course I shall s...see you here tomorrow...e...excuse me..."</span> [[Main Hallway]] or visit the [[Dining Room]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\lobby.jpg"></div> The Grand Lobby, linking all the main sections of the house together. Often the busiest part of the house, it's not unusual to run in to Roderick or any number of the other servants Mistress employs. <<linkreplace "Kitchen">>Chef sounded busy taking in ingredients for this evenings meal, I didn't want to disturb him.<</linkreplace>> [[Garden]] [[Dining Room]] [[Main Hallway]] [[First Floor]] <<set $myDelay to random (3, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("lobby 1", "rod", "lobby 4")`>> <</timed>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\gardens.jpg"></div> The Mansion gardens. Sometimes I would spend hours just wandering the grounds here, doing what I could to gather what little in the way of my own thoughts I was permitted to have. My heart sank as my good friend Tabatha was nowhere to be seen. [[Lobby]] [[Garage]] <<linkreplace "Servant's Quarters">><div align="center"><img src="Images\servants.jpg"></div>The door is locked. only those with a Service Keycard may enter and despite my humble requests to be permitted one, Mistress says it would create problems as I would be spending all my hours away from Mistress' gaze with "Troublesome Tabatha" and of that Mistress doesn't approve...she's not wrong though.<</linkreplace>>
[[Garden]]
<<if $nic>><div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze2.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my trouled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("pet1", "pet2", "pet3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze1.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress' Room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("pet1", "pet2", "pet3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<audio "solo" stop>><<audio "solo1" stop>><<audio "Start" stop>> <<if $shower>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\first.jpg"></div> The first floor is essentially made up of one large corridor connecting all the other rooms in the mansion. [[Library]] [[Music Room]] [[Roderick's Room]] [[Shona's Security Office]] [[General Bathroom]] [[Laundry Room]] [[Games Room]] There's also the [[Attic Room]] but no one is permitted to go there, no exceptions. Of course, returning to the [[Mansion Lobby]] is always an option. <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\first.jpg"></div> The first floor is essentially made up of one large corridor connecting all the other rooms in the mansion. [[Library]] [[Music Room]] [[Roderick's Room]] [[Shona's Security Office]] [[General Bathroom]] <<linkreplace "Laundry Room">><<goto "l1">><</linkreplace>> [[Games Room]] There's also the [[Attic Room]] but no one is permitted to go there, no exceptions. Of course, returning to the [[Lobby]] is always an option. <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\garage.jpg"></div> The Garage. The only place within the mansion grounds that drops an ever so subtle hint of what the outside world beyond this place is really like. The D-Loryn, a limited edition vehicle construct by Sir Egon Tusk, is currently the fastest hover model of it's type and was gifted to Mistress for her contribution towards the Wipe experiments of Sector 7G a few years ago. I feel so proud to know that MY Mistress is such a generous and giving individual, caring enough about her fellow beings that she freely offers them a life of servitude and obedience instead of their given life of chaos, misery and anarchy. [[Garden]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cellar.jpg"></div> <<if $wine>> The Wine Cellar. Old, dusty, dark and damp with an ever so slight hint of fruit in the air. I've never been too keen on staying in this place for long. Whenever I linger down here I start to feel as if somethings watching me and last time I swear I could see an ominous glow come from the old shelter door. Mistress says I'm just imagining things and that no one has been in that shelter for way over two hundred years, Mistress wouldn't lie to me...would she? No! of course not! Feeling the need to remind myself of my place, I remember and say aloud my blessed Mantra. <span style="color: crimson;">"I am Pet. I Serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I am Pet. I Serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve."</span> Once I've assured myself that I have reaffirmed my faith in Mistress, I decide it best to find a good choice of Wine to go with Chef's meal...let's see now...Chef is cooking a Beef stew tonight. Which wine should I pick? [[Red Bordeaux]], [[White Sauvignon Blanc]] or the [[Lavage De Cerveau Rosé]] or just head back to the [[Kitchen]] <<else>> The Wine Cellar. Old, dusty, dark and damp with an ever so slight hint of fruit in the air. This place holds no value to me, I should depart quickly. [[Kitchen]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\sleep.jpg"></div> As I lay my head on the pillow, I think about the days events. All of the strange and unfamiliar thoughts and feelings that have been entering my head of late has given me some considerable cause for concern...have I followed the word of Mistress to the letter? Am I straying too far from her calling? Something is happening inside of me, something that has steadily been building up these last few weeks...but what? What am I to become? I am Pet...aren't I? [[Dream]]
<<if $shower is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\mirror3.gif"></div> Although I could never dream of being as perfect in either body nor soul as beautiful Mistress, my daily task of always looking ready to receive Mistress whenever she returned was always a top priority, and today, with new hair ready to go, Pet looked very presentable indeed. [[My Room]] <<set $myDelay to random (15, 30) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "hypnomirror">> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petmirror.gif"></div> Although I could never dream of being as perfect in either body nor soul as beautiful Mistress, my daily task of always looking ready to receive Mistress whenever she returned was always a top priority, and today Pet looked very presentable indeed. [[Pet's Room]] <</if>>
<<if $pussyplay>> <<goto `either("play 1", "play 2", "play 3", "play 4", "play 5", "play 6")`>> <<else>> Upon my Mistress' orders, I was to pleasure myself as often as possible, but was never allowed to cum without her express permission. The reasoning behind this was to keep Mistress' Pet's pussy in an almost permanent state of being wet and available. Though I would never deliberately defy the word of Mistress, one of Tabatha's favorite tricks to play would be to fool me into believing Mistress' permission had been given for me to cum, leading to both myself and Tabitha often being scolded for innapropriate behaviour. The punishment Mistress gave out for such foolishness was never severe and more often than not Mistress would quickly forgive us both saying that she didn't blame us for wanting to enjoy our time together in such an adventurous way, though Mistress did however make it perfectly clear that she did not approve of the methods in which Tabatha would go about instigating my release. <div align="center"><img src="Images\tabatha.jpg"></div> Once, after a particularly frustrating day for Mistress, Tabatha tried sneaking in to my room shortly after midnight to engage in forbidden afterhours activities. Knowing this to be strictly against the house rules, I alerted my Mistress and Tabatha was swiftly caught and threatened with a complete Mindwipe! Realising that this could mean the loss of one of the few individuals I could consider a "friend", I immediately requested an audience with Mistress and pleaded Tabatha's case for her mind to be left intact. Eventually Mistress relented and Tabatha was let off with triple house duties and no alloted recovery time. We didn't talk for weeks after, but eventually after boundries were realized, lines were set and no longer being pissed over, our relationship was healed and remained as strong as it ever was. Strange, "Lines being pissed over", what an odd saying, though I am certain I have never used such a derogatory phrase before now, those words do seem somehow familiar to me...nevermind, it is not important and warrants no further investigation on my behalf. Enough talking, my pussy is awaiting it's daily attention, it was time to [[Pleasure Myself]]. <<set $pussyplay to true>> <</if>>
Once again, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play1.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I moved my sopping wet hand away from my subservient pussy and once again looked around [[Pet's Room]]
Once again, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play7.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I moved my sopping wet hand away from my subservient pussy and once again looked around [[Pet's Room]]
Once again, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play6.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I moved my sopping wet hand away from my subservient pussy and once again looked around [[Pet's Room]]
Once again, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play2.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I moved my sopping wet hand away from my subservient pussy and once again looked around [[Pet's Room]]
Once again, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play5.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I moved my sopping wet hand away from my subservient pussy and once again looked around [[Pet's Room]]
Once again, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play4.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I moved my sopping wet hand away from my subservient pussy and once again looked around [[Pet's Room]]
<<set $shower to true>> Having been reminded by Nicola of my failure to fulfill Mistress' orders regarding my hair, I begin undressing. Removing my "Pleasure Bracelets" and replacing them with their waterproof bead counterparts, I turn on the water, it's gentle pitter-patter against my skin a welcome and most relaxing experience...almost like Rayne falling. <div align="center"><img src="Images\shower.jpg"></div> Rayne...why is that name familiar to me? It plays throughout my mind, almost like an echo of something from somewhere else just out of my reach. Bah, I grow tired of such interruptions threatening to get in the way of [[fulfilling my duties]].
<<if $roam is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze3.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[My Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze4.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[My Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my troubled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\shower3.jpg"></div> Putting all that nonsense behind me, I tried to focuse my thoughts upon cleaning myself and letting my hair down. Repeating my mantra taught to me by Mistress, I soon forget all that has troubled my worried mind...but now I simply find myself longing for her gracious touch once more. <span style="color: crimson;">"I am Pet. I Serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I am Pet. I Serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve."</span> [[much better]]
My thoughts now secured and focused on the important things, I finish up cleaning myself and allow my hair to once again flow down the side of my face. <div align="center"><img src="Images\shower4.jpg"></div> Satisfied I have cleaned myself to an acceptable standard, I found myself ready to leave the bathroom and return to those comforting four walls of [[My Room]] <<set $toy to false>>
<<audio "toy" stop>><<audio "toy2" stop>> <<if $toy is false>> <<goto "myroom2">> <<else>> <<goto "myroom3">> <</if>>
<<if visited("Pleasure myself") % 6 is 0>> Not wanting to have anymore misleading thoughts, erratic outbursts or mysterious names enter my head, I decided my only cure was to cleanse these blasphemous thoughts from my brain. I set Mistress' toy to Maximum Output and let it do it's work. No more straying from the righteous path, Mistress is absolute. Repeating my mantra aloud, I drill Mistress' perfect commands in to my soul where they belong. <span style="color: crimson;">"I am Pet. I serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I am Pet. I serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I am Pet. I serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve. I am Pet. I serve Mistress. I am happy. I am obedient. I do not think for myself, I only serve."</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\submission.jpg"></div> The End. ...or is it? No! I cannot give in so easily! These unusual thoughts and feelings must be explored further, there is so much more to who I am that I have yet to discover, so much that doesn't make sense! Those names...I must know! Perhaps a simple return to [[My Room]] shall suffice? <<else>> <<goto `either("playa", "playb", "playc", "playd", "playe", "playf")`>> <</if>>
Using Mistress' toy, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play3.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I removed the device from my subservient pussy. Now soaked with my juices, as trained, I clean the device off using my tongue and once again looked around [[My Room]] <<audio "toy2" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petlick.gif"></div>
Using Mistress' toy, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play8.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I removed the device from my subservient pussy. Now soaked with my juices, as trained, I clean the device off using my tongue and once again looked around [[My Room]] <<audio "toy2" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petsuck3.gif"></div>
Using Mistress' toy, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <<audio "toy" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\play11.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I removed the device from my subservient pussy. Now soaked with my juices, as trained, I clean the device off using my tongue and once again looked around [[My Room]] <div align="center"><img src="Images\petsuck5.gif"></div>
Using Mistress' toy, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play12.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I removed the device from my subservient pussy. Now soaked with my juices, as trained, I clean the device off using my tongue and once again looked around [[My Room]] <<audio "toy2" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petlick.gif"></div>
Using Mistress' toy, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play10.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I removed the device from my subservient pussy. Now soaked with my juices, as trained, I clean the device off using my tongue and once again looked around [[My Room]] <<audio "toy" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petsuck4.gif"></div>
Using Mistress' toy, I dutifully attended to my pussy, keeping myself on edge and ready for my Mistress. <div align="center"><img src="Images\play9.jpg"></div> Once I had brought myself as close to the edge of cumming as I could, I removed the device from my subservient pussy. Now soaked with my juices, as trained, I clean the device off using my tongue and once again looked around [[My Room]] <<audio "toy" play>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\petsuck2.gif"></div>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\lobby.jpg"></div> The Grand Lobby, linking all the main sections of the house together. Often the busiest part of the house, it's not unusual to run in to Roderick or any number of the other servants Mistress employs. [[Kitchen]] [[Gardens]] [[Snooze Hall]] [[First Floor]] <<set $myDelay to random (3, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("lobby 1", "lobby 2", "lobby 3", "lobby 4")`>> <</timed>>
<<if $shower is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\feet.jpg"></div> Mistress' servants go rushing past, each one with their own set of duties, each one doing their utmost to avoid the wrath of my beloved Goddess. A few send a nod accompanied with a "Ma'am" or "Pet" my way, to these I smile and return their greetings. I take note of a few faces, a few genuinely devoted who truly deserve Mistress' favor when she returns. Those who chose to ignore my presence shall have their impertinence repaid in kind. [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\feet.jpg"></div> Mistress' servants go rushing past, each one with their own set of duties, each one doing their utmost to avoid the wrath of my beloved Goddess. A few send a nod accompanied with a "Ma'am" or "Pet" my way, to these I smile and return their greetings. I take note of a few faces, a few genuinely devoted who truly deserve Mistress' favor when she returns. Those who chose to ignore my presence shall have their impertinence repaid in kind. [[Lobby]] <</if>>
<<if $shower is true>> <<goto "lobby 4-1">> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\shona.jpg"></div> Mistress' personal Bimbo-bodyguard, Shona, slowly walks by, bowing her head to my presence. I expect no less from the head of Security and City Operations. I heard that Shona was once a man who worked guard duty in one of my Mistress' laboratory bases located within one of the slum regions of the city. The rumor goes that at some point Shona was caught trying to have her, or at the time, have HIS way with an employee and paid the price for such insubordination by being injected with a heavy dose of one of the many company chemicals. An apt punishment that I would have been happy to hand out myself had I been in charge. Needless to say, the final result of the injection was a somewhat changed man. Enter Shona. I hear she still retains her "member" but has never revealed it to me or anyone else and honestly, it's really none of my business. I'm not one to go nosing into the affairs of others. [[Lobby]] <</if>>
<<if $rod>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\butler2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Greetings Sir Roderick!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Bah!"</span> [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> Ahh Roderick! My favorite sweet tormentee! <div align="center"><img src="Images\butler.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Roders!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Bah, not now Miss Pet! Can't you see I have my duties to attend!? Mistress will be home in a few days, there is much work to be done and some of us here at D-Mansion don't have the pleasure of wandering around on a foolish whim!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Twas merely a greeting Sir Roders, no need for bluster. You may proceed with your duties, I am certain I shall catch up with you later my good man!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Hmph! Good day Ma'am!"</span> Such an adorable old fellow! I must be sure to run into him again later on! Maybe I can sabotage one of his duties somehow, that'll teach him to talk to me in that manner! [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $rod to true>> <</if>>
<<if $tabatha>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tabathalobby3.jpg"></div> Once again my eye catches a glimpse of Tabatha's beautiful form, I let out a forlorn sigh knowing that neither of us will have the time to play today. [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tabathalobby.jpg"></div> I was about to leave when who would come gracefully dancing through the Garden Doors, my beautiful and mischievious partner in crime, Tabatha. Her face always captivated me, ever since I first set eyes on her. She almost reminded me of someone, yet for the life of me I couldn't think who. I snuck up behind her, grabbing her by the waist. She jumped in surprise, but soon relaxed a little once realizing who had taken to holding her. <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Hello Pet, you startled me! Have you seen that utter arse-head Roderick around? That fat fuck has been trimming my fucking roses again! The house is his responsibility, the garden is mine! How many more times do I have to try and get it into his shitmongering skull!?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Hello Tabatha, my sweet! I do hope I didn't frighten you too much. Did I detect the slight hint of a foul mood weighing upon your soul today? I'm sure whatever Roders has done, I can make up for and besides, I doubt it was done with malice or..."</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"No malice? Are you fucking serious? That prick does this every damn time Mistress goes away, starts swanning his fat nose around and making out like he's top dog around here, fucking bullshit is what it is!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Well he's been okay with me."</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Of course he's been okay with you! He daren't not be okay with you! He knows as well as the rest of us that if he fucks with you his balls will be ripped off and fed to the Urchins in 7G as a fucking Christmas lunch!"</span> I looked at her wide-eyed, the image of Roders' testicles being served with carrots and sprouts with a meaty gravy flashed through my mind, a disturbing notion to say the least. <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Ugh...Pet, I'm sorry, forgive me? I didn't mean to explode like that, it's just that old fart knows exactly how to press my buttons and if I didn't know better I'd swear he was making it his personal mission to get me removed from Mistress' service."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Precious Tabatha, look in to my eyes. Do you honestly think I would ever let that mean old codger have any say whatsoever in your dismissal? Trust me, as long as I am in my right mind, you are quite safe and he will just have to find someway of dealing with it. Now shut up with that boresome complaining and [[kiss me.]]"</span> <<set $tabatha to true>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\tabathalobby2.jpg"></div> For a moment the busy hustle and bustle of the lobby fades away, stars are born and burn as we share a deep passionate kiss, the universe melts into nothing as we bask in eachothers warm embrace. All too soon, the moment ends and once again we are stood in the lobby of this wonderful mansion. <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Oh Pet, I almost forgot! Mrs. Braithwaite who works for Mr. Glease gave me something to give to you, says it's a present for all your wonderful work helping to host last years Wipe-a-thon."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"A present? Oh that's so splendid! Can I see it? Where is it?"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"It's in my wardrobe, don't worry, it'll be safe there until tomorrow."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Tomorrow?"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Of course dumbass! Don't tell me you've forgotten it's your anniversary?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"My what? Honestly Tabatha, I haven't the foggiest what your captivating lips are talking about."</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"It's the 3rd anniversary of your official Pethood! We need to celebrate and if you come to the garden tomorrow, we can do it together!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Pethood? Why would I need such a thing? I am Pet, I Serve Mistress, there is no reason to celebrate my name anymore than there is yours."</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Oh c'mon Pet, for once will you try and use your brain without that precious mantra of yours getting a look in?"</span> <span style="color: crimson">"DON'T YOU...Please tabatha, leave my Mantra out of this!"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown">"I'm sorry Pet, you know I'd never deliberately offend you, I just can't believe you're seriously telling me you don't fucking remember."</span> <span style="color: crimson">"Remember what? Please Tabatha, stop speaking in riddles!"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"What, you mean she never...? I don't believe she...No, it's not my place to say it. Pet, I don't know why but there is clearly alot you don't know and I don't want to risk any of us being wiped, it's not worth it. Look, I gotta go, just make sure that damn fine ass of yours is in the Garden tomorrow afternoon, okay? Loves ya!"</span> She pulls my arms from her waist and heads upstairs, within a few seconds her beautiful form has disappeared from my sight. What did she mean by "Pethood"? What was it I didn't know? Every time I feel like an answer was within my grasp, it's snatched away from me by unseen hands...having no luck getting any answers and with a small migraine developing, I turned my attention back to the [[Mansion Lobby]]
<<if $rod>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\butler2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Greetings Sir Roderick!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Bah!"</span> [[Lobby]] <<else>> Ahh Roderick! My favorite sweet tormentee! <div align="center"><img src="Images\butler.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Roders!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Bah, not now Miss Pet! Can't you see I have my duties to attend!? Mistress will be home in a few days, there is much work to be done and some of us here at D-Mansion don't have the pleasure of wandering around on a foolish whim!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Twas merely a greeting Sir Roders, no need for bluster. You may proceed with your duties, I am certain I shall catch up with you later my good man!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Hmph! Good day Ma'am!"</span> Such an adorable old fellow! I must be sure to run into him again later on! Maybe I can sabotage one of his duties somehow, that'll teach him to talk to me in that manner! [[Lobby]] <<set $rod to true>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\gardens.jpg"></div> <<if $walk>> I could've spent all day longing, but the fact remained that I wasn't going to be spending any time with sweet Tabatha today. [[Mansion Lobby]] [[The Garage]] <<linkreplace "Servant's Quarters">><div align="center"><img src="Images\servants.jpg"></div>The door is locked. only those with a Service Keycard may enter and despite my humble requests to be permitted one, Mistress says it would create problems as I would be spending all my hours away from Mistress' gaze with "Troublesome Tabatha" and of that Mistress doesn't approve...she's not wrong though.<</linkreplace>> or I could simply <<linkreplace "wander the grounds again">><<goto `either("gar1", "gar2", "gar3", "gar4")`>><</linkreplace>> <<else>> I could've spent all day longing, but the fact remained that I wasn't going to be spending any time with sweet Tabatha today. [[Mansion Lobby]] [[The Garage]] <<linkreplace "Servant's Quarters">><div align="center"><img src="Images\servants.jpg"></div>The door is locked. only those with a Service Keycard may enter and despite my humble requests to be permitted one, Mistress says it would create problems as I would be spending all my hours away from Mistress' gaze with "Troublesome Tabatha" and of that Mistress doesn't approve...she's not wrong though.<</linkreplace>> or I could simply [[wander the grounds for a while]]. <</if>>
<<if $chef>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\chef.jpg"></div> Unless I found that key, talking to this man any further would not be advisable. [[Mansion Lobby]] or [[The Dining Room]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\chef.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Greetings Chef!"</span> The greasy hulk of a man stops in his tracks and turns to look at me, with fury in his eyes and venom on his breath, his words reak of restraint and alcohol. <span style="color: tan;">"NO Pet!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"I couldn't help but notice you seemed somewhat troubled Chef, is there anything I can do to assist you at all?"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"YOU!? HELP!? Nothing. NOTHING you do ALL DAY! Gahh! PET LEAVE!"</span> Normally this kind of insubordination would be immediately punishable by total wipeage, similar to what Vice had received, however, despite his appearance Chef was a fantastic cook and had on occasion covered for me and Tabatha during one of our many forbidden trysts. I restrained the fire growing within my soul and replied as calmly as I could. <span style="color: crimson;">"Please Chef, I know I do not often ask to aid you, but clearly something has you ever so troubled and for all the times you have helped me, I feel as if I owe you at least a little."</span> Chef once again pauses to think a little before blurting out his response. <span style="color: tan;">"FUCKING WINE! NEED WINE! Bastard Janitor, he run with key! No Key, no cellar, NO WINE! No wine is no dinner, NO DINNER IS BAD! I GET WIPED but I KILL Janitor FIRST!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"The Janitor has run off with the Cellar key? Why would he do that?"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"He fucking Asshole! I take delivery, big boxes, I use sack truck, he say "Sack Truck" is only for Janitor, so I call him Baboon Seepage, he threaten me and run off with key! BASTARD!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh Chef, do please try to calm down. I'm sure he never meant anything by it. How about I go and persuade Mr. Kiyay to give back the key, you know how persuasive I can be?"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"You get Key, then you fetch wine, then I make dinner!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Fine. Do you know where...?"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"NO MORE BLAH BLAH PET! LEAVE!"</span> With little else more to say, I had better go. [[Mansion Lobby]] or [[The Dining Room]] <<set $chef to true>><<set $roam to true>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\dining.jpg"></div> <<if $meal>> The Dining room. Chef's meal, freshly cooked with small plumes of steam rising from the stew, resides on the table. Clean and sparkling cutlery lay either side of steaming hot plate. Best guess is the poor fellow was too exhausted to call me to let me know it was ready...or he was just too drunk...again. Ahh well. [[Sit down and enjoy the meal]] [[Lounge]] [[Kitchen]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> Ahh the Dining room. A place to enjoy Chef's fabulous and filling creations whilst simultaneously sharing the wonderous stories of the day. [[Lounge]] [[Kitchen]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <</if>>
<<if $grease>> <<set $grease to false>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\garage.jpg"></div> The garage shelves are lined with all sorts of pots and containers, all with varying descriptions and uses, not being of the mechanically versed type, I'm not even sure what most of this nonsense does. Mr. Kiyay was looking for a particular brand of Grease if I remember correctly... As I'm about to begin looking for the FreeMe Grease, it does occur to me that instead of freeing the foul-mouthed, unwashed lowlife, I could just report his pathetic hide to Shona and have him forceably removed from the vent and wiped, not before conviscating that Cellar key of course...hmmm...decisions, decisions... <span id="ReplaceMe">Report Mr. Kiyay? <<link "He deserves nothing less.">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<set $report to true>> Happy Trails indeed Mr. Kiyay...time to go and have a word with Miss Shona. I'm done here. [[Gardens]] <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "Just search for the grease">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<timed 3s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s delay>>.<</timed>>.<<timed 5s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 6s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 7s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 8s delay>>.<</timed>><<timed 9s delay>><div align="left"><img src="Images\freeme.jpg"></div><span style="color: crimson;">"Ah-ha! "FreeMe Grease"! Found it! Hold on Mr. Kiyay, help is on it's way!</span> <<set $gotgrease to true>> [[Gardens]]<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\garage.jpg"></div> The Garage. The only place within the mansion grounds that drops an ever so subtle hint of what the outside world beyond this place is really like. The D-Loryn, a limited edition vehicle construct by Sir Egon Tusk, is currently the fastest hover model of it's type and was gifted to Mistress for her contribution towards the Wipe experiments of Sector 7G a few years ago. I feel so proud to know that MY Mistress is such a generous and giving individual, caring enough about her fellow beings that she freely offers them a life of servitude and obedience instead of their given life of chaos, misery and anarchy. [[Gardens]] <</if>>
<<if $library>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\librarydoor.jpg"></div> Blasted door is still stuck! Might as well head back to the [[First Floor]] landing. <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\librarydoor.jpg"></div> Arriving at the door to the Library, a comprehensive selection of magnificent works that span many centuries, I find it unusual that the door refuses to budge. <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh what now? How on Earth am I supposed to do anything around here when all the rooms I wish to visit are locked?"</span> Might as well head back to the [[First Floor]] landing. <<set $library to true>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\studymusic.jpg"></div> Ahh my favorite hobby room! Mistress of course prefers me to play classical instruments such as the Piano or Harp, yet when allowed to induldge myself I like to perform a tune or two on the guitar using a few backing tracks gifted to me by Tabatha last year. <span id="ReplaceMe">Play a song? <<linkreplace "Track A">> I call this one "The Fall"<<audio "solo" play>><<audio "solo1" stop>><<audio "Start" stop>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Track B">> Tabatha says this one is from an old band she used to like called "Lighthouse Extremes"<<audio "solo1" play>><<audio "solo" stop>><<audio "Start" stop>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Track C">> I don't know where this one comes from or how it ended up in my music collection, but something about it reminds me of the past. Although I don't dare raise questions Mistress would consider blasphemous, playing along to this particular piece of music makes me feel as if I'm not me for some reason, I like that feeling...though it terrifies me to my very core.<<audio "Start" play>><<audio "solo1" stop>><<audio "solo" stop>> <</linkreplace>></span> Return to the [[First Floor]] corridor.
<<if $chef>> <<goto "rod2">> <<else>> <<goto "rod1">> <</if>>
<<if $report>><<set $seenit to true>> Shona sits dutifully infront of the monitors as always, her absentminded-giggling the only sign that she's actually alive and not some sort of robot. I've always wondered if she's even aware she does it, or maybe it's just a weird kind of reflex action. <span style="color: crimson">"Shona?"</span> <span style="color: MediumOrchid;">"Ahh Pet! Like, how are we today? You look as devoted and as docile as always!" -giggle- "Is there, like, something I can do for you?"</span> <div align="center"><img src="Images\shona1.jpg"></div> I find it an unusual task to have to point out to one so eagle-eyed that her "member" is on full display and standing to attention, yet it's something I feel needs to be addressed if I'm to continue this conversation with a straight face. <span style="color: crimson;">"Ahem...Shona, your...uhh...thing. It's...uhhh"</span> <span style="color: MediumOrchid;">"My what? Oh!" -giggle- "I'm, like, such a ditz sometimes! Hold on Pet, I'll just tuck it away...unless..." -giggle- "...you want me to, like, keep it out of course!"</span> Ask Shona to put her "gun" away? [[Yes, I can't think straight]] or [[No, it's actually kinda nice.]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\shonasec.jpg"></div> The Security Office. This is the lair of Shona, a strange combination of Bimbo and deadly assassin. From this office you can see every single room in the house, not a single thing gets by the hawk-eyed Shona and her underlings. Every now and again a "giggle" can be heard coming from the chair situated infront of the monitors. I've always found Shona and her bubbly personality laced with ever-so-slightly murderous overtones to be slightly chilling. She looks busy, best leave her alone for now. [[First Floor]] <</if>>
Occupied. Just typical. [[First Floor]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\laundry.jpg"></div> <<if $bloom>> Mrs. Bloom is still folding and ironing that neverending pile of sheets. I shouldn't bother her anymore today. [[First Floor]] <<else>> <<goto "bloom">> <</if>>
<<if $games>> <<goto "games1">> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\librarydoor.jpg"></div> The Games room is always locked until the first schedule of duties has been carried out by the Servants. Will have to wait until later if I wish to play anything inside. [[First Floor]] <</if>>
No means no and I shall not disobey! [[First Floor]]
<<if $grease or $gotgrease>> <<goto "kiyay">> <<else>> <<goto "rkiyay">> <</if>>
<span style="color: skyblue;">"Ahh crap...there anything I could do to change your mind Miss Pet?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">""Mr. Kiyay, I refuse to discuss anything further with you until you reveal yourself!"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Well Miss Pet, that might be a bit tricky, you see, I'm kinda stuck here."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Stuck here? Stuck where? Where the devil are you?"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Down here!"</span> I look down and see a small light coming from a ventilation shaft set in the wall next to the Library. <<linkreplace "Examine the source of the light">><div align="center"><img src="Images\kiyay.jpg"></div> Upon closer inspection and despite Mr. Kiyay already forwarning me, I am still reasonably surprised to find one Mr. Kiyay trapped within the walls of the ventilation shaft <span style="color: crimson;">"What on Earth are you doing in there?"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"What the hell do you think I'm doing Pet? Ordering a pizza!? Gruber dropped the damn Library keys in the vents so instead of punching a hole in D's door, I went to retrieve the keys cuz I was ordered to do a few repairs to the shelves in there before D got back. I figured the less damage I do to the property, the less shit I get into right? I must've put on a few extra pounds at Powell's Twinkatomi party cuz, well, here I am...fuckin' stuck in a damn vent. Now I know what a TV dinner feels like."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"A TV Dinner?"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Nevermind. Look, Pet, whatever it is you need I'll be happy to oblidge, just get me outta this damn hole first would ya? I think there might be some FreeMe grease down in the garage. Go get that and I swear I'll do whatever you want."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh you'll certainly do whatever I want if you value your mind Mr. Kiyay. I'll be right back with your grease, don't go anywhere now."</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Yeah, yeah. Happy trails!"</span> <<set $grease to true>> I'd better return to the [[First Floor]].<</linkreplace>>
<<if $nic>><div align="center"><img src="Images\pet1.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my trouled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Main Hallway", "pet2", "pet3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pet3.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress' Room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Main Hallway", "pet2", "pet3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $nic>><div align="center"><img src="Images\pet4.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my trouled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("pet1", "Main Hallway", "pet3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pet5.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress' Room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("pet1", "Main Hallway", "pet3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $nic>><div align="center"><img src="Images\pet2.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my trouled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("pet1", "pet2", "Main Hallway")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\pet6.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress' Room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("pet1", "pet2", "Main Hallway")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $chef is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze5.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[My Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Snooze Hall", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze6.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my troubled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Snooze Hall", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $chef is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze7.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[My Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "Snooze Hall", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze8.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my troubled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "Snooze Hall", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $chef is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze9.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[My Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "snz2", "Snooze Hall")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze10.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my troubled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "snz2", "Snooze Hall")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $chef>> <<goto "librarykiyay">> <<else>> <<goto "libraryrepeat">> <</if>>
<<if $gotgrease>><<set $chef to false>> <span style="color: crimson;">"Mr. Kiyay? You still in there? I have your grease. Hello?"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Finally! What you waiting for? Fucking permission? Hand it over then!"</span> With every ounce of restraint I have left used up in not having this fellow wiped and buggered, I bend over and hand the tub of green goop to the Janitor. <span style="color: skyblue;">"Right! Just give me a sec...and there! [[Done!]]"</span> <<else>> <<goto "nogrease">> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\kiyay3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: skyblue;">"So yeah...uhh...thanks Pet, couldn't have done it without ya. Sorry if you need anything from the Library, won't be open until tomorrow, but at least you'll have some decent shelving eh."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"No problem Mr. Kiyay, glad to help out! Now about that..."</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Oh yeah, one more thing. That fucking psychopath you weirdos have for a chef threw this at me earlier, either you give it back to him or I ram it up his fucking shitshoot."</span> He passes the cellar key to me. <span style="color: crimson;">"Eureka!"</span> Mr. Kiyay looks at me with that one-eyebrow raised. I find it increasingly curious just how many people seem to look at me that way lately. <span style="color: skyblue;">"...whatever. You're a weird woman Pet, a good one, damn fine too, but definitely weird. See you around babe!"</span> And with that, he closes the door. Yippee Ki-yay, I got the key! <<set $gotkey to true>> [[First Floor]]
<<set $chef to false>><<set $cellar to true>><<set $wine to true>> I hand Chef the key to the Cellar, he snatches it from my grasp with a heavy grunt and unlocks the Cellar door. <span style="color: tan;">"Go get Wine now, dark not for me, I peel gravy!</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Peel the...? Nevermind. -sigh- I suppose I should head into the [[Cellar]].</span>
<<if $cellar>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\kitchen.jpg"></div> Ahh the kitchen, Chef's Paradiso [[Cellar]] [[The Dining Room]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\kitchen.jpg"></div> Ahh the kitchen, Chef's Paradiso [[Give Chef the Key]] [[The Dining Room]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\kiyay.jpg"></div> <span style="color: skyblue;">"You got that damned grease yet?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"No not yet Mr. Kiyay. Hang tight!</span> I'd better return to the [[First Floor]]
<<print '<img src="' + either("snooze3.jpg", "snooze4.jpg", "snooze5.jpg") + '">' >> [[test1]] [[test2]]
<<if $chef is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze3.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[My Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze4.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my troubled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("snz1", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $chef is true>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze5.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[My Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> [[Lounge]] [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Snooze Hall", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\snooze6.jpg"></div> The affectionately named "Snooze Hall", linking the bedrooms and night lounge with the rest of the house. [[Pet's Room]] <<linkreplace "Mistress room'">>To go in there once during her abscence, was a forgivable mistake as I was merely fulfilling my "Morning Call" duty, to go in purposefully and without good reason was outright disobedient as well as disrespectful and like Mistress, I would have none of it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Lounge">>I had done enough damage for one morning, that poor girl did nothing to deserve such a wrathful and venomous response from me, yet there's no denying my own ears, my own feelings of such sudden rage. Briefly something strange flashes in my mind and before my eyes, words. Like a strike of lightning they appeared, but just as quickly they were gone before my mind could make sense of any of it. What was happening to me? Maybe a brief walk around the grounds or a trip to the kitchen might ease my troubled mind.<</linkreplace>> [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $myDelay to random (4, 10) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto `either("Snooze Hall", "snz2", "snz3")`>> <</timed>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\shona3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: MediumOrchid;">"I guess it's true that you really do only have eyes for Mistress. D, oh, and that stressy Tabatha girl"</span> Upon hearing the revelation that Shona knows about my secret antics with Tabatha, I suddenly find it difficult to keep eye contact with Shona. <span style="color: crimson;">"I..uhh...yeah...you know about that?"</span> <span style="color: MediumOrchid;">"Well duh!" -giggle- I AM the head of Security! Oh Pet, you do make me laugh! Ahh well, since you're not interested and it's clearly making you struggle with thinking, I'll put it away"</span> Looking a little irritated and almost disappointed, Shona tucks herself away and clears her throat. <span style="color: MediumOrchid;">"So, Pet, was there a reason you came to see me?"</span> <span id="ReplaceMe">Report Mr. Kiyay? <<link "Report Mr.Kiyay">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<goto "kiyaydoom">> <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "On second thoughts...">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <span style="color: crimson;">"Uh...nope, no reason, just came in to say "hi" to my favorite Head Of Security, I'll just head off." <<set $report to false>> <span style="color: MediumOrchid;">"Oh Pet, your company is always such a joy!" -giggle- "It was wonderful to see you too, take care now!"</span> <<set $grease to true>> Best I leave her in peace and return to the [[First Floor]] <</replace>> <</link>></span>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\shona4.jpg"></div> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Oh?" -giggle- "You really think so?"</span> She opens her legs wider, lightly stroking her shaft. <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"So Pet, is it true you only have eyes for the Mistress? Because the way you're eyeing up my cock makes me think otherwise."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"...I...uhh..."</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"You can touch it if you like." -giggle- "Whaddya say Pet, wanna wrap those pretty little hands around me? Maybe, like, even give it a kiss or two? You never know Pet, you might find your whole world changes."</span> She smiles sweetly but there's something else behind it that I can't quite put my finger on. Her "member" does look impressive, I can feel the saliva building up inside my mouth when I think about wrapping my sweet lips around that...no, I must focus... [[I am Pet, I belong only to Mistress]] or [[A quick lick couldn't hurt]]
<span style="color: crimson;">"I'd like to file a complaint against that despicable janitor of ours! He was rude, failed to use proper greeting etiquette and most of all stood...or rather crawled...or more accurately lay in the way of progress!"</span> <<set $chef to false>><<set $report to false>> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"You do realize that a complaint from you will result in Mr. Kiyay's immediate wipe and removal from service? The Library won't be accessible for at least another month and..."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"I'm very aware of this Shona thank you! That horrid creature dared to insult me, to treat me like some common muck, like those vermin from 7G, he even gave ME orders! I want his brain empty! I want his mouth used as a latrine, his throat loaded with fecal matter and his stomach to be full of rot and disease...and most of all, I want him to crave it!"</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"...uhh...that's..."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Miss Shona!"</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Okay, okay, if that's what Pet wants then Pet shall have her way. By this time tomorrow he'll be...yeah...Where is the low-life?"</span> I explain to Miss Shona how Mr. Kiyay had come to be stuck in the grate by the library. After radioing for an escort service and for some FreeMe Grease to be located, she quickly leaves the room and marches hastily towards the Library door. I follow behind, eager to bask in the [[glow of victory.]]
Upon arriving at the grate Mr. Kiyay's voice echoes out from within <span style="color: skyblue;">"Finally! You sure as hell took your fucking time! You get any asprin too?"</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Mr. Kiyay!"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Shona!? What the...? You fuckin' turn me in Red? For what!? For asking you a fucking favor? Unbelievable. Fuck you lady!"</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Mr. Kiyay! You have been found guilty on several counts of blasphemous insubordination. You shall be escorted from this house immediately and prepped for wiping and service."</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Service? What fucking service!? You can't do this bitch, I have fucking rights!"</span> Shona turns to one of the escort guards <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Get that worm out of his hidey-hole" -giggle-</span> Mr. Kiyay is unceremoniously dragged out of the grate, his hands pushed behind his back and clamped together. He stands before me, brow covered in sweat and dirt, our eyes meet. <span style="color: crimson;">"On your knees and beg for my forgiveness worm!"</span> <<set $library to true>> Defiant and horrid to the last, he spits in my face, a fatal and almost admirable mistake. To be honest, I expected no less from such a being, his suffering shall be so sweet. <span style="color: skyblue;">"Kneel to you? That's real funny! You're a joke! A puppet! You don't even know who you are! You're just an empty shell! You got no past, no future, no fucking soul! I'd rather be wiped than bow to a pretender prissy bitch like you!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Well, Mr. Kiyay, it's a good thing that having you Wiped is easily arranged. You crossed a line today and..."</span> I freeze mid-sentence. A flicker in my mind, a quick glance of a past or a future, of somewhere else thats not me nor here, then nothing...as quickly as it appeared, it is gone. I reach my hand into Mr. Kiyay's pocket and retrieve Chef's key. <span style="color: crimson;">"I'll be taking this!"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"I hope they rise up in 7G and burn this fucking place to the ground! I hope they put your fucking empty head on a spike! I hope they..."</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Get him out of here now! Sorry about that Pet, next time I..."</span> Seizing an opportunity to truly nail my victory over this pathetic being, I call after Mr.Kiyay as he's dragged away. <<set $gotkey to true>><div align="center"><img src="Images\pet7.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh Mr. Kiyay, what was it you said to me? <span id="ReplaceMe"><<link "Happy Trails!">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<goto "First Floor">><</replace>><</link>></span>
<span style="color: crimson;">"I'm sorry Shona, as wonderful as you...uhh...are, I could not ever go against Mistress."</span> After a heavy sigh of disappointment and something being muttered under her breath that sounds like "Tabatha", she brings her legs closer together. <div align="center"><img src="Images\shona5.jpg"></div> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Awww that's a shame Pet, but I totes get it, Mistress. D is really awesome. So if you're not here for, like, me, what are you here for?"</span> <span id="ReplaceMe">Report Mr. Kiyay? <<link "Report Mr.Kiyay">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<goto "kiyaydoom">> <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "On second thoughts...">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <span style="color: crimson;">"Uh...nope, no reason, just came in to say "hi" to my favorite Head Of Security, I'll just head off." <<set $report to false>> <span style="color: MediumOrchid;">"Oh Pet, your company is always such a joy!" -giggle- "It was wonderful to see you too, take care now!"</span> <<set $grease to true>> Best I leave her in peace and return to the [[First Floor]] <</replace>><</link>></span>
A smile of satisfaction spreads across Shona's face as I kneel before her and wrap my hands around her throbbing and ever hardening cock. With slow and gentle movements I begin to stroke her up and down, back and forth, before leaning forward and teasing the tip of her cock with my tongue. Echoes of Mistress flash in my mind but the overwhelming scent of Shona's sex penetrates my nostrils and invades my mind, the desire to suck on her gorgeous cock, to have that delicious seed slide down my throat consumes me and soon I find myself hungrily gorging myself on her. Shona grabs me by the hair and thrusts herself deeper into my wanton mouth, licking and lapping, sucking and suckling, that taste, that smell, it's all too much. The room starts spinning around me but I can't stop, I yearn for her cum to explode down my throat. As Shona reaches her climax she pulls out of my mouth and cums before my eyes. Her juice shooting into the air and sliding down her shaft. With another satisfied smile she places her cum-covered cock right before my eyes...that smell... <div align="center"><img src="Images\shonacum.gif"></div> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Now Pet, lick it! Swallow it all!"</span> My reply comes without thought. <span style="color: crimson;">"Yes Mistress."</span> I don't hesitate and soon find myself smothering her with my tongue, eagerly cleaning her with my saliva and scooping up every drop of cum. I allow the taste to linger in my mouth before greedily swallowing it down. <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"I'm, like, so friggin' happy you swallowed that Pet! Just like a pro too!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Thank you Mistress"</span> Shona smiles again. <span style="color: crimson;">"Wait...Mistress? Why did I call you...?"</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">-giggle- "You don't know how I became "Shona" do you? You see Pet, turns out one of Miss. D's chemical thingys shouldn't be drunk by guys, but I did a whoopsie and, well, the results are me! Kinda have a silly side-effect watsit though as my cum, that's the stuff you drank, like, just now, has a little mind control to it and now Pet is my PET!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Your PET!? No! Your...? I...I am your Pet."</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">-giggle- "YES! I've had my eye on you for, like, ever! I am so clevers makin' you drink my cum! Which by the way, is somethin' you'll be doin' alot of! D is such a friggin dumbdumb! She even gave me the start-up codes to her D-Loryn! So Pet, how's about me and you get outta this booooring place and go take a little ride? We gots lots of new rules for you to follow and I know just the place to take you!"</span> <span class="crimson">[[I Obey]]</span>
And I have been obeying ever since. After leaving the service of Miss. D in favor of a much more caring and commanding Mistress, Mistress Shona drove us far out of the city to a land I never knew existed. She showed me sights and wonders I could never have dreamed of, the tallest buildings, the greenest meadows, the largest shopping malls! Eeach new location brought with it an assault of pleasure on my senses, enhanced by Mistress rubbing that beautiful cock against me at every opportunity. Once we were done exploring, we settled down far away from the reaches of MC&R Industries and the grasp of Miss D. Shortly after renting our first property, Mistress taught me how to fight, how to defend myself,how to hurt and suppress others, something that I picked up extraordinarily quickly to the astonishment of both myself and Mistress. Taking advantage of my new found skills, both me and Mistress opened a security business together, defending whoever could pay the price for our incredibly effective services. I was happily submissive, contented and whats more I had such a wonderful cock to suckle on whenever Mistress needed to unwind, which thanks to our line of work was almost every other night! <div align="center"><img src="Images\deputy.jpg"></div> The End or is it... Maybe it's not such a good idea to give in to Shona's advances... <span id="ReplaceMe">You still want to report Mr. Kiyay? <<link "Report Mr.Kiyay">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<goto "kiyaydoom">> <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "On second thoughts...">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> <<set $report to false>> <<set $grease to true>> Return to the [[First Floor]] <</replace>><</link>></span>
I make my choice and reach for the dark green bottle laying just above my head on the racking, the glass gleaming almost black under the poor cellar lighting. I pull it from it's resting place and begin making my way back up the stairs towards the kitchen. <span style="color: crimson;">"Hope this one is what Chef is after"</span> <<set $wine to false>> <<linkreplace "Kitchen">><<goto "kitred">><</linkreplace>>
I make my choice and reach for the dark green bottle laying just above my head on the racking, the glass gleaming almost black under the poor cellar lighting. I pull it from it's resting place and begin making my way back up the stairs towards the kitchen. <span style="color: crimson;">"Hope this one is what Chef is after"</span> <<linkreplace "Kitchen">><<goto "kitred">><</linkreplace>> <<set $sb to true>> <<set $wine to false>>
I make my choice and reach for the dark green bottle laying just above my head on the racking, the glass gleaming almost black under the poor cellar lighting. I pull it from it's resting place and begin making my way back up the stairs towards the kitchen. <span style="color: crimson;">"Hope this one is what Chef is after"</span> <<linkreplace "Kitchen">><<goto "rose">><</linkreplace>>
<<if $seenit>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\shona6.jpg"></div> Mistress' personal Bimbo-bodyguard, Shona, slowly walks by. With a wink and a sly smirk, she bows her head to my presence...I doubt I'll be forgetting the sight of her in all her...ahem..."glory" anytime soon. [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\shona.jpg"></div> Mistress' personal Bimbo-bodyguard, Shona, slowly walks by, bowing her head to my presence. I expect no less from the head of Security and City Operations. I heard that Shona was once a man who worked guard duty in one of my Mistress' laboratory bases located within one of the slum regions of the city. The rumor goes that at some point Shona was caught trying to have her, or at the time, have HIS way with an employee and paid the price for such insubordination by being injected with a heavy dose of one of the many company chemicals. An apt punishment that I would have been happy to hand out myself had I been in charge. Needless to say, the final result of the injection was a somewhat changed man. Enter Shona. I hear she still retains her "member" but has never revealed it to me or anyone else and honestly, it's really none of my business. I'm not one to go nosing into the affairs of others. [[Mansion Lobby]] <</if>>
-sigh- Ahh well, here we go... <<set _real_value to Math.floor(State.random() * 100) + 1>> Which switch number?<<textbox "_player_value" "0" true>> <<link "This one?">> <<set _player_value to parseInt(_player_value)>> <<replace '#high-low-guess'>> <<if (_real_value == _player_value)>> <<= `Yay!`>> [[Pride and Accomplishment]] <<else>> <<= `Oh darn. ${(_real_value - _player_value < 0) ? "Red light, too high" : "Blue light, too low"}`>> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>> <span id="high-low-guess"></span>
<<if visited("Pride and Accomplishment") is 3>> My my, what have we here!? What looks like one of Mistress' toys, still packaged and ready to use, just popped out of a small concealed compartment on the side of the computer monitor...Pet has scored big this time! <<set $toy to true>> Well, that was fun piece of Electronic Ert. Might as well head back to the [[First Floor]] corridor. <<else>> Well, that was fun piece of Electronic Ert. Might as well head back to the [[First Floor]] corridor, unless I want to [[Play the numbers game]] again. <</if>>
Taking pity on the poor old servant, I pick up a well-ironed sheet, white and smelling of the most fragrant of meadows, and I begin the considerably large task of folding them. One by one I fold the sheets, Mrs. Bloom working away with the iron, talking all the time about days gone and how the mansion had changed over the years. Out of morbid curiousity I had asked her about the time before I was Pet, she hesitated and hurridly changed the subject, brushing off my questions as something I needent bother myself with, as if my past was something that terrified the old woman...or maybe it was the fear of what revealing too much to me could bring, I know Mistress had always forbidden all talk of my own personal history and given Mistress word is absolute, it's something I've never really looked at...but still, I can't help but acknowledge that my curiosity about the subject had begun to peak over these past few days. It wasn't only the questions either, I had noticed my behaviour patterns had changed too. Only subtley at first but gradually as the days without Mistress wore on I had begun to lose my normally patient temperment, I had become angrier and at times found myself seething and full of rage, as if my very soul was absoultely furious at something, perhaps the very house itself. Foul words and curses once previously considered as blasphemy to be spoken by me had begun to flow freely from my lips as if I had been using them for years...then there were the dreams. Faces, places, voices, feelings, even smells, the memories played around my head in a neverending loop...a name swam around my dreams, fading from one and then bursting into another like an uninvited drunk crashing a private party...I could never make it out though...the letters "R", "A"...and sometimes an "N", but never the whole word. Just as I thought I could see the whole thing I'd wake up in a cold sweat, my head throbbing and my mind swimming, I'd repeat my mantra into my mirror to try and clear my thoughts and for the most part it seemed to work, but still...something or someone was trying to tell me something and I wouldn't be able to focus on Mistress as much as I'd like until I knew what. <div align="center"><img src="Images\dream.jpg"></div> Finally the last sheet was folded. With a sigh and a stretch of her back, Mrs. Bloom turns to me. <span style="color: peachpuff;">"Oh thanks ever so much dearie, I couldn't have gotten through all of that without you! Goodness knows what Roderick would have said had I not cleared all this laundry! Right Pet, I promised you some advice didn't I?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh please sweet Mrs. Bloom, helping you was it's own reward and to be honest it was nice to actually talk to someone for a change. Without Mistress here it gets so lonely and though everyone is happy to agree and go along with things, no one ever really talks much."</span> <span style="color: peachpuff;">"Oh I enjoyed our chat too Pet, but I did promise you something in return so here it is. I hear Chef is serving Beef Stew tonight, if he asks or somehow you find yourself in the cellar looking, for the best possible stew you should always add a nice bottle of Red Bordeaux! Lovely stuff, you can't go wrong!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"A Red Bordeaux? Right! Thank you Mrs. Bloom, I won't forget it!"</span> <<set $bloomdone to true>> And with that, Mrs. Bloom said her goodbyes, satisfied that her task was done and debt repaid. She offered to make a tea for us both and I told her I'd grab a cup with her later. [[First Floor]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\roders.gif"></div> <<set $rods to true>> <span style="color: slategray;">"PET! What in the blazes do you think you are doing!"</span> Behind me, with an ever increasingly red face stands Roderick...he does not look best pleased. <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh hello Roders! I uhh...ummm...how are you?"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Now Roders, do calm down or you might very well burst something."</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Listen here you insubordinate little...ahem...Pet, you may very well be the Mistress's special plaything, but this behaviour is unnacceptable! A Butler's quarters are his own private kingdom and you have absolutely no right to be wandering around here and going through my things as if you..."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Well the door was unlocked Roderick, I was merely checking for any would-be intruders."</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"That may be Pet, however it's not your job to go around checking the Mansion's security, that's what we have that giggling imbecile Shona for and any concerns regarding such matters should be directed at her and not haphazardly investigated by some half-witted mindless drone such as yourself!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Half-witted? Mindless? Tread carefully Roders, you go too far..."</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"Too far!? Madam, I have barely even..." -sigh- "...Pet, unless there's anything else, I have duties to attend and you are not helping matters by poking your nose where it does not belong. I shall endeavour to lock my door in the future but for the time being, would you please leave?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Very well Roders, I shall leave you to your duties...however, you could help me by providing me with just one [[piece of information]]."</span>
Dear Diary. I have decided to keep a journal of my exploits here inside my Mistress' home, a written log of every wonderful experience I have witnessed as my time as Mistress' special Pet. My hope is that one day others who become curious about my Mistress shall read with delight how utterly divine and completely sublime she is and how I, her forever faithful Pet, was nothing but short of being completely loyal, worshipping her every movement and motion with every fibre of my being. June 12th: This morning as the sun moved slowly over the horizon, caressing my face with it's comforting warmth shining it's beautiful light deep into the room, driving away all of the darkness that so recently made it's home inside this Pet's chamber, I awoke to the sound of perfect birdsong, chirping so merrily outside my bedroom window. Without thought of garment or cold, I hurridly made my way to my Mistress' chamber. It was still early, barely six a.m., but time was not something I considered to be of any importance when it came to greeting and caring for my wonderful Mistress'. Seeing that her every whim was fulfilled was always rewarded so richly, for the chance to suckle upon her perfect pussy and to partake of that most blessed morning juice was something I would and have taken life for. Anything to see that heart-melting smile flow like such rivers of joy across my Mistress' face. As I stood in the center of my Mistress' bed chamber still and silent, the room decorated in white linen and lace, a four-poster bed of such grand splendour dominating the room with it's golden motifs and crisp silken sheets. An antique picture frame from the days before the Holoframe housed an old photograph of me with Mistress during my early days of service, her body was different then as was her face, but no amount of body swapping or Hypersurgery could ever take away the inner beauty that lay deep behind those bewitching and mystifying eyes. <div align="center"><img src="Images\petpic.jpg"></div> No dust nor cobweb was ever allowed to grace this home, a dirty home was never tolerated. The only sounds to be heard other than that glorious birdsong carried on the wind and to my ears, was the creaking of the house and the echoing footsteps of the other servant girls as they carried out their own duties around my Mistress' home. Though I could never be counted as one of the many servants my Mistress enlists to keep her property clean and orderly, as her personally chosen and most desired Pet, I reserved the right to do whatever I wished with my time when my Mistress was away on business, such as was the case this morning and had been the case for every morning since the start of the month. Twelve days, twelve lonesome days since I felt the reassuring caress of my Mistress' hand upon my skin, twelve days since all purpose to my existence had been brutally ripped away once more. Only another four full day cycles until her return, just three more sleeps until my Goddess would once again embrace me with her loving arms, hold me close to her chest and whisper sweet everythings into my ear, forever setting my soul on fire to happily burn within her divine kingdom. So why did I run to my Mistress' bed chamber when I was privy to the knowledge that she was not present? Hope I suppose. Hope that one day, despite her meetings and outside duties, Mistress would return to me early, surprise me with that ever loving gift of her holy form before my eyes. But alas, it wasn't to be and I was still alone, alone and left to pine within the void of sadness that was her absence. Since my Mistress' departure, I had spent my time doing what I usually do when trying to forget about how empty and cold my world felt without her, helping around the house, talking with the other servant girls and playing in the garden with my best friend, Tabatha. Mistress wasn't very fond of me spending my free hours with such a lowly individual, but for some reason I would always find myself drawn to her. Even in my most restless dreams I saw her face, so peculiar as until very recently, I would only ever dream of servitude to Mistress. [[-bong-]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\rodericks.jpg"></div> Roderick's Room; as dull and as drab as the man himself. As much as I love to irritate the man's socks off, I'd rather not have to endure his scorn for any longer than is necessary whilst Mistress is away. Best I leave for now until I have a reason to be in here. [[First Floor]]
<<if $rods>> Well, at least he kept his word, the door has indeed been locked. [[First Floor]] <<else>> <<goto "rods3">> <</if>>
<span style="color: slategray;">"Though I hesitate to ask, pray tell what that might be, Pet?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"I'm looking for Mr. Kiyay. Chef says he has the cellar key and I promised I'd help retrieve it for him."</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"That loud-mouthed, foul-smelling cretin? Last I saw, he was crawling his filthy behind into a grating next to the Library door. Try looking around there. Anything else?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Nope. that's all! Thanks sooo much Roders!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">-sigh- "Good day Ma'am."</span> I return to the [[First Floor]] corridor.
Gazing ever deeply into the wonderous sight of my own perfectly subservient visage, I find myself unable to look away. I feel as if my very being is being pulled into my reflection, it's sublime form becoming one with mine. I begin involuntarily repeating my mantra with more determination than ever before. The words echo throughout my brain, smothering my soul and swallowing any possible doubts, it's every syllable driving a devoted stake deeply through every independant thought, permanently killing them off and never to return. I Am Pet. I serve Mistress. There is nothing else. <div align="center"><img src="Images\petlife.jpg"></div> The End. or is it... The mirror wiped away all traces of Pet's former life that had been fighting to resurface, essentially erasing all traces of Rayne. Sometimes, too much vanity is a bad thing. Return to [[My Room]]
<<if $rodsk>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\rodericks.jpg"></div> Roderick's Room; as dull and as drab as the man himself. As much as I love to irritate the man's socks off, I'd rather not have to endure his scorn for any longer than is necessary whilst Mistress is away. Best I leave for now until I have a reason to be in here. [[First Floor]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\rodericks.jpg"></div> Roderick's Room; as dull and as drab as the...oh darn, he's here. <div align='center' style='font-size: 500%;'><span style="color: slategray;">"PET!"</span></div> <<set $myDelay to random (5, 8) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "inter">> <</timed>> <</if>>
<<if $bloomdone>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\laundry.jpg"></div> The Laundry Room. With the days work done the room looked clean, that pleasant fresh linen smell enters my nostrils and a proud smile surfaces. It felt good to help others every now and again. [[First Floor]] <<else>> As I enter the laundry room I run into Mrs. Bloom, the oldest resident in service to Mistress. She's folding a few sheets, visibly wincing as she pauses every few minutes to hold her back. After a few deep sighs and tuts, she raises her head, noticing me for the first time. <div align="center"><img src="Images\bloom.jpg"></div> <span style="color: peachpuff;">"Oh hello Pet, these tired eyes didn't see you there. Please forgive an old maid for not addressing you promptly."</span> I liked Mrs. Bloom. She was always kindly to me, never once rasied her voice and had been a loyal servant of Mistress since she was a teenager. She wasn't the fastest or even the best at what she did, but it was the way she always seemed to bring a smile to those around her and gave a strong sense of genuine care and interest to every conversation that had won her a place in everyone's heart. <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh don't mention it Mrs. Bloom, no harm done. I was merely wandering the halls in search of something to do and thought I might come and say hello. With Mistress away on yet another business trip, I find myself at a loose end sometimes."</span> <span style="color: peachpuff;">"What about that sweet young lady you often walk with? Tabatha is it? Is she not around to keep you occupied?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Unfotunately not no, I think she's laying low today to avoid Roder's gaze and forever incoming wrath."</span> <span style="color: peachpuff;">"Hehe, Roderick is a bit of a stick in the mud isn't he. Don't you mind him though Pet, he's all bluster as I'm sure you're well aware. You're such a sweet girl Pet and I hate to impose upon your precious time further, but, well, if you don't mind helping out an old service girl, my back is really giving me grief today and all these sheets have to be ironed and folded by dinnertime. I'm not the sprightly young thing I used to be and I've no doubt Roderick will be on the warpath if I leave today's task incomplete. Do you think you could spare some moments to help me get a through a few of these? In return for a bit of help I can give you a bit of lifetime advice I learned decades ago that saved me from a fair number of sticky moments."</span> [[Help Mrs. Bloom]] or head back to the <<linkreplace "First Floor">><<goto "First Floor">><<set $bloomnotdone to true>><<set $bloom to true>><</linkreplace>> corridor <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\laundry.jpg"></div> The Laundry Room. Mrs. Bloom's place of work, no doubt she'll be busy in here soon, making her way through the mountain of dirty linen that the Mansion provides on a daily basis. Washing machines, driers, irons and sheets, not much else. I should go. [[First Floor]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\chef.jpg"></div> <<if $sb>> <span style="color: crimson;">"Here's your wine Chef!"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"About FUCKING time! I wait, GET SO fucking OLD!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Uhh...okay Chef, well I should leave you to it, got a few other things to do and...yeah..."</span> He doesn't reply. Instead he uncorks the bottle with one swift motion and proceeds to pour the wine into a giant saucepan. Barely a single drop escapes the bottle before he tilts the bottle up and stops pouring, a look of disgust spreads across his grizzled face. <span style="color: tan;">"WHAT THE FUCK!? WHITE!? FUCKING DOGPISS SHIT! USELESS fucking PET!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"I'm so sorry Chef, I didn't know. Please, allow me to fetch you another, the correct one this time I promise!"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"NO! YOU PISS OFF! Fuck with ME!? HA! I cook your meal, I WILL cook YOUR FUCKING MEAL!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Cook my...?"</span> <<set $meal to true>> I decide it's best not to antagonize Chef any further. I slip out as he begins to pour out the wine once again, all the while laughing maniacally. [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> <span style="color: crimson;">"Here's your wine Chef!"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"About FUCKING time! I wait, GET SO fucking OLD!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Uhh...okay Chef, well I should leave you to it, got a few other things to do and...yeah..."</span> He doesn't reply. Instead he uncorks the bottle with one swift motion and proceeds to pour the wine into a giant saucepan, the red liquid sploshes playfully into the pan. Without raising his head towards me, Chef yells out. <span style="color: tan;">"PET! Before you go, you do good, make right choice so dinner will be fine. Be sure to sleep in own bed tonight yes? New servant girl keep asking about you, I tell her "Fuck Off" but she ask plenty still. Don't trust that lazy bitch, has bad doings!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Thanks for the adv..."</span> <<set $meal to true>> <span style="color: tan;">"PISS OFF, PET!."</span> [[Mansion Lobby]] <</if>>
<<set $meal to false>><<set $games to true>> <<if $sb>> The meal is fantastic...well, sort of. Though the flavors are there and the textures are perfect, I can't help but feel that the wine I fetched for the meal is incredibly overwhelming, so much so that after a few mouthfulls, it becomes hard to taste much of anything else. To add to the misery of consuming Chef's "meal", the more I eat, the more inebriated and intoxicated I become. I should have known better than to mess with Chef's recipes. I do my best to finish and carefully stand up. A sickly belch escapes my lips, I make a mental note never to offer help to Chef ever again. [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $sbmeal to true>> [[Kitchen]] [[Lounge]] <<else>> The meal is fantastic! The perfect blend of meat and spices that tantalize the tongue and send my taste buds into a frenzy of flavor-fuelled cheers. The alcohol I provided Chef with compliments the dish perfectly and I eat it all down to the last crumb without hesitation or second thought. Say what you want about Chef, the man certainly has skills! After finishing the meal I stand up, a long yawn escapes my mouth and I stretch, satisfied that the day has been a good one. [[Mansion Lobby]] <<set $bed to true>> [[Kitchen]] [[Lounge]] <</if>>
<<if $sbmeal>> I stagger into the Lounge, head swimming. I can't escape the nagging feeling that Chef had deliberately put way too much wine in my Beef Stew as a way to get me back for ruining his recipe. All too soon the room becomes a blur, I slump on to the nearby couch before falling down. I try to concentrate but the more I do, the more the room stutters and slides around my vision and a nauseous feeling starts to arise in my stomach...the alcohol is overwhelming, unable to keep fighting against it, I soon [[pass out]]. <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\lounge.jpg"></div> No sign of Nicola. She must've finished resting and headed off to not do her duties somewhere else. [[Snooze Hall]] [[The Dining Room]] <<set $myDelay to random (9, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "mirrorpet">> <</timed>> <</if>>
Hours pass. I wake up to a thumping headache, mouth as dry as Rodder's wit and stomach aching. As I slowly open my eyes and do my best to bear with the sting of the morning light as it penetrates the window and streams into the room, my eyes begin to focus on a falmiliar face staring at me from across the room. <span style="color: darkseagreen;">"Why hello Pet, fancy seeing you here...looks like you've woken up just in time to enjoy the fun!"</span> <<timed 10s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\nic1.jpg"></div> [[Nicola?]]<</timed>>
And that's the end of content for this route for now! Hope you enjoyed the game and tried the other routes! From Disgracelands and Rayne...uhh I mean "Pet" Take care! <div align="center"><img src="Images\pettbc.jpg"></div>
<<if $bed>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bedroom.jpg"></div> I wandered aimlessly into my own bedroom. My bed, messy from the night previous, had already been attended to and pristine sheets and pillowcases now lay in perfect order upon my bed. On the far side of the room, my mirror hangs, reflecting this humble utopia Mistress had provided for me. <<linkreplace "Pleasure myself">>I want something more exciting than my fingers, maybe I can find one of Mistress' toys.<</linkreplace>> [[Look in the Mirror]] [[Go to sleep]] [[Snooze Hall]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bedroom.jpg"></div> I wandered aimlessly into my own bedroom. My bed, messy from the night previous, had already been attended to and pristine sheets and pillowcases now lay in perfect order upon my bed. On the far side of the room, my mirror hangs, reflecting this humble utopia Mistress had provided for me. <<linkreplace "Pleasure myself">>I want something more exciting than my fingers, maybe I can find one of Mistress' toys.<</linkreplace>> [[Look in the Mirror]] <<linkreplace "Go to sleep">>Still too early.<</linkreplace>> [[Snooze Hall]] <</if>>
<<if $bed>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bedroom.jpg"></div> I wandered aimlessly into my own bedroom. My bed, messy from the night previous, had already been attended to and pristine sheets and pillowcases now lay in perfect order upon my bed. On the far side of the room, my mirror hangs, reflecting this humble utopia Mistress had provided for me. [[Pleasure myself]] [[Look in the Mirror]] [[Go to sleep]] [[Snooze Hall]] <<else>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\bedroom.jpg"></div> I wandered aimlessly into my own bedroom. My bed, messy from the night previous, had already been attended to and pristine sheets and pillowcases now lay in perfect order upon my bed. On the far side of the room, my mirror hangs, reflecting this humble utopia Mistress had provided for me. [[Pleasure myself]] [[Look in the Mirror]] <<linkreplace "Go to sleep">>Still too early.<</linkreplace>> [[Snooze Hall]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\games.jpg"></div> <<if $toy>> Nothing else in here worth bothering with. For such a large and impressive mansion, the only games one can play here truly are "bored games". Enough idle musing, back to the [[First Floor]] corridor. <<else>> Ahh, the Games Room. Not much to do in here as many of the Mansion's residents don't have the time or inclination to play anything...much to my disappointment. Still, there's the ol' numbers game that's good for killing a few minutes. The idea is to guess a number between 1 and 100 with various light clues letting you know if your guess was too high or not. Not that exciting I know but at least theres's no surprise mechanics. Just a shame you don't win anything other than a sense of pride and accomplishment...it is marginally better than going through Roderick's old riddle book though. <span id="ReplaceMe"><<link "Turn on the numbers game?">> <<replace "#ReplaceMe">> As the games intro screen starts up, I can't help but feel I could be doing something more productive with my time. <div align="left"><video src="Images\ee.mp4" width="440" height="220" autoplay><source src="ee.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video></div> [[Play the numbers game]] or<</replace>> <</link>></span> head back to the [[First Floor]] corridor? <</if>>
And that's the end of content for this route for now! Hope you enjoyed the game and tried the other routes! From Disgracelands and Rayne...uhh I mean "Pet" Take care! <div align="center"><img src="Images\pettbc.jpg"></div>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\chef.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Here's your wine Chef!"</span> <span style="color: tan;">"About FUCKING time! I wait, GET SO fucking OLD!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Uhh...okay Chef, well I should leave you to it, got a few other things to do and...yeah..."</span> He doesn't reply. Instead he uncorks the bottle with one swift motion and proceeds to pour the wine into a giant saucepan. Barely a single drop escapes the bottle before he tilts the bottle up and stops pouring, he reads the bottle label and an unusual look of amusement appears on his face. He shruggs and once again begins pouring the wine into the pan, mutterings of foreign words interspersed with the odd deviously sounding chuckle escapes his rugged and chapped lips. <span style="color: tan;">"PET! Before go, you taste WINE!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Uhh...no, I'm okay thanks Chef, I don't drink..."</span> <span style="color: tan;">"BASTARD! YOU FUCKING TASTE!"</span> He slams a large glass down on the kitchen sideboard infront of me and begins to pour the pinkish liquid into it. The playful gurgling sound, the soft splashing of the wine as it fills the glass, the odd bubble of trapped air rises up from within and a faint sweet smell of strawberry teases my nostrils. The glass is almost filled to the brim before Chef stops pouring and gestures me to take it. <span style="color: tan;">"Drink Pet, DRINK!"</span> Not wanting to upset this clearly and permanently agitated man any further, I do as he asks and I carefuly pick up the glass, bringing it to my lips. That sweet smell is so much stronger now, I can feel the saliva in my mouth begin to pool behind my teeth as I prepare to [[take a sip.]]
<span style="color: tan;">"I TELL YOU THOUSAND TIMES! I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE IS! PISS OFF, BASTARDS! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"</span> The large furious man burst his way out of the kitchen, the door almost swinging off it's hinges and crashing with astonishing force into the wall behind. It had been several days since the disappearance of Mistress D's Pet and no-one, not even her friend Tabatha knew what had happened to her. Security footage was recorded of her last movements towards the kitchen where she was recorded uncharacteristically gulping down glass after glass of a wine she had pulled from the mansion's cellar before stumbling out of the kitchen door and making her way out the main door. She was traced to the mansion gates before Shona had lost track of her and after that it was anyone's guess where she had gone. Chef, being the last one to speak to her, was of course the number one target for questioning, but with no evidence or reason to believe he would have had any involvement in her disappearance, there was nothing anyone could do against the man and all querries had only resulted in a raging rebuttle from the man. These last round of questions were the last straw, he had had enough of their constant accusations, their persistant hinderance of his work around the kitchen, why couldn't they just leave him alone? He let them work without interruptions, why couldn't he be afforded the same luxury? After literally throwing a towel at the security guards face and barging past her, mouthing the words "FUCK OFF, SECURITY BITCH!" he had made his way back to his home apartment located a fair distance from the mansion and all those pointing fingers. Pushing aside the front door and removing his browning coat and filth encrusted shoes, he made his way to his bedroom, he needed to relax, to clear his thoughts. He took a deep breath as he made his way up the stairs towards his room, his heavy footsteps slow and meandering, he slowly exhaled, still muttering various obscenities and curses. Once reaching the top of the stairs he pushed open the only door visible and went inside. He needed to somehow relieve all this tension, all the aggression those stuck up shits at his now former residence of employment had forced upon him. The smile that greeted him upon entering the room was a sure sign that soon enough, all his troubles would be melting away. <div align="center"><img src="Images\chefpet.jpg"></div> <span style="color: tan;">"My Beautiful [[Rosé]]"</span>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\petrose.jpg"></div> The End ...or is it? Maybe choose a different wine to bring to Chef? The [[Red Bordeaux]] or perhaps the [[White Sauvignon Blanc]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\walk.jpg"></div> It seems like so long since I had made my way around the gardens here, taking in the deliciousness of the fresh air, the beautiful sunlight and the breathtaking views of the lake as the shadows of the surrounding trees reflect upon the surface. Such sights afforded to me simply for being devoted to Mistress, the very thing I was born for, I didn't even have to try. I'd say I was lucky to be me but there was no luck involved at all. A clock is made to tell time, a chair made to sit on, I was made to worship Mistress. She was absolute, her beauty commanding yet awe-inspiring. I was only too happy to follow her and be her Pet forever more...yet there was always a feeling I couldn't place, an uncomfortable rumbling deep within my soul, that despite my devotion to her every whim, something definitely felt amiss. I had never mentioned anything to Mistress, of course not, the thought of what she might do upon discovering my possible straying from her word simply terrified me. I think Tabatha knew something was wrong though, I had almost told her several times but had held myself back, repeating my mantra until all thoughts of speaking out had been erased...but they always kept creeping back in...I wish I knew why. Why I felt the way I did, whyme as a whole couldn't accept my place in this world, why that single part of me refused to take total submission for an answer...what was I trying to tell myself? I hope the next few days will reveal something to me, I suppose I can always reject it completely if I don't agree...but maybe I already do and just don't know it. <<set $walk to true>> I should return to the [[Mansion Lobby]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\gar2.jpg"></div> I imagine myself as a forest nymph, ready to bend nature to the will of Mistress, to bring her all the most beautiful flowers and exquisite nectar the woodland people the world over have to offer. Such pleasures and delights forbidden to the destructive noisy humans, savoured and delivered with a humble bow and kiss of the foot to Mistress. I should head back to the [[Mansion Lobby]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\gar1.jpg"></div> So peaceful out here. No overwhelming noise, just me, the birds and Mistress' voice repeating my mantra in my head. I have found my own perfect slice of nirvana. I should head back to the [[Mansion Lobby]]
<<if $tabs>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\tabs.jpg"></div> I see my beautiful Tabatha off in the distance playing with Jonesy, the mansion's resident feline. She waves and blows a kiss my way before disappearing into the Servant's Quarters, no time to stop and chat when she has duties to perform. Shame really. I should find myself something else to do as well and return to the [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> <<goto "tabs">> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\gar4.jpg"></div> As I make my way around the garden once more, I begin to feel the light patter of rain, it's droplets refreshing and cool against my warm pale skin. I liked the rain, it always stirred up memories of Mistress and me from years before. Back then she never used to like me calling it "rain" and for the longest time all residence were only allowed to refer to it as "Skywater". It seems like such a silly thing to have insisted upon really and I never did find out why, it wasn't....ISN'T my place to ask those sorts of questions. Back to the [[Mansion Lobby]]
<<if $bloomnotdone>> <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh I've already seen her, but it's not really my place to do chores is it, I mean that's what the old woman is paid for."</span> <<set $badtabs to true>> Tabatha's expression turns from one of cheerfulness to one of shock, which soon becomes disgust. Her voice lowers and her words are carry a tone suggesting more than a little scorn. <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Paid for? She's an 84 year old woman folding sheets for people half her age in a mansion occupied with thankless brainwashed idiots for fucks sake! Not your place!? I can't believe you'd be so fucking heartless!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"What do you mean by "brainwashed idiots"? I simply didn't want to help her out, it wasn't a decision made with any malice or ill intent. As Mistress' Pet it's my right to refuse to do daily chores, especially when there are already people assigned to doing them! I had more important things to do"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"More important...!? I can't believe I'm hearing this bullshit! You can be a real asshole sometimes Pet you know that? Let me guess, your mantra has a part stating you have to be a complete bitch to the elderly right?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Watch your tone Tabs! You go too far!"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Oh fuck off already, go play with some other mindless cunt, I'm done here.</span> And with that, Tabatha spun on her heels and made off towards the Servant's Quarters. Suddenly finding myself alone and filled with guilt, I tried calling after her, hoping I wasn't too late to undo the damage. <span style="color: crimson;">"Tabatha! Wait!</span> She simply made a rude gesture and entered the building, knowing full well I couldn't follow...damnit! I really buggered this one up. I could feel a tear well up in my eye. It's not as if I wanted to hurt anyone's feelings, I was just doing what was within my rights as Mistress' Pet...right? With this thought running around my head, I return to the [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> <<goto "inbloom">> <</if>>
<<if $bloomdone>> <span style="color: crimson;">"Oh I've already helped her out."</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Oh good for you! My lil' Fucko is a right ol' sheet trooper!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"It was nothing really, she deserves a bit of help now and again. Was there anything else?"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Yeah, I hear the Games Room isn't going to be open until after dinner, no doubt Roderick trying to get more work out of us regular folk...really can't wait until Mistress fires his fucking ass."</span> I go to laugh but Tabatha's expression tells me she's deadly serious, I go to voice my protest to Tabatha that Mistress would never fire Roderick just because she said so, but I fear that would only worsen her mood so instead I play it safe and simply manage an acknowledgement. <span style="color: crimson;">"mmm"</span> <<set $tabs to true>> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Well, as much as I love talking to my sweetest Fucko, I gotts to go, those strawberries won't pick themselves...[[but first...]]"</span> <<else>> <span style="color: crimson;">"I suppose...anything else?</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Yeah, I hear the Games Room isn't going to be open until after dinner, no doubt Roderick trying to get more work out of us regular folk...really can't wait until Mistress fires his fucking ass.</span> I go to laugh but Tabatha's expression tells me she's deadly serious, I go to voice my protest to Tabatha that Mistress would never fire Roderick just because she said so, but I fear that would only worsen her mood so instead I play it safe and simply manage an acknowledgement. <<set $tabs to true>> <span style="color: crimson;">"mmm"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Well, as much as I love talking to my sweetest Fucko, I gotts to go, those strawberries won't pick themselves."</span> We say our goodbyes and go our seperate ways, waving at eachother as we do so. [[Mansion Lobby]] <</if>>
<<if $badtabs>> <div align="center"><img src="Images\badtabs.jpg"></div> I can see Tabatha playing with Jonesy over by one of the garden wall sections. <span style="color: crimson;">"Tabatha!"</span> She slowly raises her head and then her middle finger before going back to playing with the cat. Not a good sign at all. I don't want to anger her any more, I should head back to the [[Mansion Lobby]] <<else>> I stroll around the grounds for a while, taking in the sunlight and it's warm and comforting glow before heading back to the Mansion. As I turn to go, I catch a glimpse of a familiar and very welcome figure just across the entryway. <div align="center"><img src="Images\gar3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"Tabatha!"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Fucko!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Fucko? What the...?"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"I thought I'd try out a new nickname on you, "Pet" just seems so...meh...so fucking unimaginative. It's like calling a fucking dog."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"But it's my name; it's not supposed to be impressive or imaginative, it's just who I am."</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"So not a fan then?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Well, I don't mind it I suppose, but please don't use it around Mistress, you know how she gets."</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Yes, we all know "how she gets", Pet."</span> I lower my head and shift uncomfortably on my feet, that name "Fucko", seems oddly familiar yet such a stranger in my mind. <span style="color: sandybrown;">"So what you up to? Can't have much on if you're out here."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Well I'm just wandering the grounds, getting some peace and quiet away from ol' Rodders. Why? Is there something that needs attending to? Do you need any help with your gardening at all?"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Nah, I'm good Fucko, think that prick of a butler has Bloom doing the laundry again though, you could help her out. You know, do [[a good turn for the day?]]"</span> <</if>>
I take a brief moment to look at myself in the mirror that dominates the Lounge area. <div align="center"><img src="Images\random.jpg"></div> Looking delictable as usual, Mistress shall not be disappointed when she returns...oh how I do hope that day is soon. [[Snooze Hall]] [[The Dining Room]]
Tabatha wraps a slender arm around me and pulls me in for a sweet kiss... <div align="center"><img src="Images\hugs.jpg"></div> <span style="color: slategray;">"TABATHA! PET! Stop lounging around in the gardens and do something to make yourselves useful! Some of us have actual work to be getting on with!"</span> Roderick was leaning out of the Lounge window just across from where we were stood. <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Oh piss off you dirty old perv! Get a good eyeful did we? Fucking prick!"</span> <span style="color: slategray;">"BAH!"</span> And with that and a wave of his arms, Roderick ducked back inside the Lounge window. <span style="color: crimson;">"Tabatha! that's so rude!"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Well the filthy old fool had it coming, ruining my time with my favorite Pet!" -sigh- "But I suppose he is right, I do have a few things I still need to be getting on with."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"To be continued then?"</span> <span style="color: sandybrown;">"Oh you fucking know it, babes!"</span> And with a swift slap of my behind, she skipped over towards the Servant's Quarters...delightful girl that she is. [[Mansion Lobby]]
The journey to the mansion up to this point is relatively uneventful and with the train on automatic due to the singular destination, I don't have to attempt to steer and can freely move about the cabins. From the readouts, I'd say I have a good 7 or so hours until this train reaches the mansion, nothing like keeping your distance from the action, like politicians directing a battle, fucking cowards. Whaddya say $name? There's a map on the wall, wanna have a look around? <div align="center"><img src="Images\map.jpg"></div> There's a sleeping area near the rear of the train and to be honest with you Fucko, I'm getting pretty damn beat here, mind if we go for a rest? [[Stay in the engine car]] [[move to the 2nd class car]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\drive.jpg"></div> No idea why you want us to wait in here Fucko, ain't nothin' worth seeing and those screens mostly mean shit to me. [[move to the 2nd class car]] <<set $myDelay to random (10, 20) + "s">> <<timed $myDelay>> <<goto "locked")`>> <</timed>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cabin2nd.jpg"></div> Pink...what is it with this damn color and this fucking company!? [[move to the 1st class car]] return to the front and [[Stay in the engine car]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cabin1st.jpg"></div><<audio "roster" stop>> <<if $sleeper>> No longer in the cheap seats...Ha! Not really my scene, this shit is way too fucking fancy for me...too bad there's no bar on this train, I could really go for some Liquid Fire about now. <<linkreplace "Sleeping Car">><<goto "scr">><</linkreplace>> [[move to the 2nd class car]] <<else>> No longer in the cheap seats...Ha! Not really my scene, this shit is way too fucking fancy for me...too bad there's no bar on this train, I could really go for some Liquid Fire about now. [[Sleeping Car]] [[move to the 2nd class car]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cabinsleep.jpg"></div><<set $sleeper to true>> <<if $code>> On my way back through the car, something catches my eye; a panel display adjacent to the first pod is scolling though a list of names, probably previously registered pod users. I doubt it's worth investigating but we can have a look. <<linkreplace "Investigate the panel">><<audio "roster" play>><<timed 2s transition>><div align="center"><img src="Images\roster.jpg"></div>Any of these mean anything to you Bub?<</timed>><</linkreplace>> [[Private Car Entry]] [[move to the 1st class car]] <<set $code to false>> <<else>> Finally...the chance to get some shut-eye. I look around to see if any of the sleeping pods are unlocked, no such luck, looks like keycards are required for access. <span style="color: darkred;">"Fucksake...-yawn-...just my luck. Private Quarters maybe?"</span> [[Private Car Entry]] [[move to the 1st class car]] <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cabinbed.jpg"></div><<audio "roster" stop>> <<if $beenhere>> <<goto "panel">> <<else>> Pearing in through the security door window, I can see a darkened area ahead, probably leading to the "Private Quarters". Looking at the Security door I can see another fucking access code panel, as if I hadn't seen enough of these bastards... -sigh- ...if this involves more riddles I swear I'm gonna fucking flip. [[Activate the panel]] return to the <<linkreplace "Sleeping Car">><<goto "scr">><</linkreplace>> <<set $beenhere to true>> <</if>>
<div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"Enter User ID:"</span> </div><div align='center' id="passwordArea1"> <<textbox "$password" "">></div> User ID? There's room for two names here, best guess? Forename and surname. Sally's advice rings through my head...<span class="drunk" >"Remember who you are!"</span> <<link "Enter">> <<set $password to $password.toLowerCase()>> <<if $password.indexOf('rayne dryaz')> -1>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">><div align='center' style='font-size: 200%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> [[Greetings Rayne]]</span></div> <</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#passwordArea1">> <div align='left' style='font-size: 100%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">Invalid ID</span></div><<textbox "$password" "">><</replace>> <</if>><</link>> <<set $code to true>> or just <<linkreplace "give up for now?">><<goto "Private Car Entry">><</linkreplace>>
The screen goes blank for a second then an image covers the screen <div align="center"><img src="Images\oldrayne.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"Wha..."</span> And another... <div align="center"><img src="Images\oldrayne1.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"No..."</span> Again... <div align="center"><img src="Images\oldrayne2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: red;">"It's not poss..."</span> <span style="color: lime;">"Oh but it is Rayne and soon, very soon, you shall be in my loving arms once again. Get here soon dear, I'll be waiting."</span> The door opens and I make my way towards the [[final train car]]
The panel lights up and a digital face appears...a flame of recognition ignites in my guts...I know this face... <div align="center"><img src="Images\d1.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lime;">"Hello Rayne."</span> <span style="color: red;">"D."</span> She smiles. Even on this digital display, the way her eyes seem to pearce my very soul sends shivers down my spine. <span style="color: lime;">"I see you've changed a little since we last met, I've been searching for you for a long time dearest. Tell me, what have you been up to?"</span> <span style="color: red;">"Oh not much, you know, just thinking of the many wonderous ways I'm gonna shove my foot up your fuc..."</span> <span style="color: lime;">"Now now Rayne, let's not squabble, this is after all such a joyous occasion! For us to be reunited after all this time, Mother and Daughter, Mistress and servant...valued employee..."</span> <span style="color: red;">"FUCK YOU!!! I'M NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! I NEVER WAS AND I NEVER FU..."</span> <span style="color: lime;">"Hahaha! Such fire, such passion, such a joy to behold! It's good to see you haven't completely changed my beloved. But of course, you are wrong. You are mine. My property. I own you, I always did and soon you shall be returned to me. Don't believe me? I understand your distrust completely, so I took the liberty of preparing a little gift for you. Just click on the link below and you'll see just how truthful I'm being."</span> For the first time since talking to this bitch, I notice a small blinking message at the bottom of the screen saying <div align='center' style='font-size: 250%;' class="dumb_terminal"> @@#blinky; [[VIEW ATTACHEMENTS]]@@</div> <<script>>$(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }); <</script>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cabinbedr.jpg"></div> The inside of the room is warm and glows with an unusual throbbing light, there's a familiar smell in the air and at the very peak of my hearing range I think I can hear some...droning? A voice maybe? Nah, honestly $name, I'm pretty certain my senses are all but fucked after all this mindwipe and Sally crap, so wether you like it or not, I am climbing my knackered ass into that bed and getting me some much needed sleep and I suggest you do the same. I'd invite you into my bed but, well, you know the limitations there as well as I do. <div align="center"><img src="Images\raynesleep.jpg"></div> [[Goodnight Fucko.]]
You still here $name? Well that's a relief I suppose, because these dreams suck. All that new information, everything I'd been told about myself, about who I was, those pictures, those memories, none of them mine but if not then who's were they? Rayne Dryaz's? I don't know her, I feel like I never did but if everything is true then she's me...her memories are mine...but they must've been so fucked up if she wanted them erased...ughhh...soooo much head-fuckery! Something makes my ears ring as I notice that slight droning sound becoming more audible, closer, more clear...it speaks <div align="center"><img src="Images\dream1.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"Hello Rayne."</span> What the? This bitch is in my dreams now? Somehow waking up isn't happening! <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"I know you can't speak, but that's okay. Are you dreaming? Are you awake? Am I just a part of your imagination? Or maybe I'm the dreamer and you're the dream...ever thought about that?"</span> NO! I'm real!...well, as real as any video game protagonist could be but that's entirely besides the point! <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"But what is the point Rayne? Why do you fight me? You know the truth now, you accepted it the second you typed in your name on that control panel. You are Rayne Dryaz of MC&R Industries and heir to Mistress D's mindwiping empire"</span> [[Like fuck I am!]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\dream2.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"Resist all you want, but sooner or later, we both know you'll return to Mistress D and bow before her. You'll relearn to love her, to obey her every word as if your life depended on it! You'll lick her boots on command, go where she goes, mindwipe who she tells you to mindwipe and you'll be happy doing it!"</span> FUCK OFF! You are not me, you might have been once but, and get this into your fucked up doppleganger-bullshited head of yours, I AM RAYNE SPENCE! That fucking vile bitch Miss D has ruined what little fucking life I had left and I swear I'll be wrapping my hands around her skinny-bitch throat and fucking choking that cunt blue before I fucking bow down and worship anything! You hear me bitch!? FUCKING [[ANSWER ME!]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\dream3.jpg"></div> <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"Oh but you WILL worship her Rayne. Do you like these boots Rayne? I hope so, you'll soon be tripping over yourself to cover them in your saliva and to pray at D's altar."</span> No...never...$name? <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"Oh $name can't help you now. Events have spiralled far beyond their insignificant influence. You are alone, Rayne. Just you, me and Mistress D."</span> D? What's she doi... <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"At this very moment your brain is being reprogrammed whilst you sleep. Your own personally invented life is being erased and a new one is being installed. When you wake up from this dream, you will be quite quite different. Not Rayne Dryaz, certainly not Rayne Spence or any such nonsense, but something utterly glorious instead."</span> Instead? What the fuck are you turning me into? <span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"Oh you'll be something quite special Rayne. Something completely submissive to Mistress D's will, obeying every command without even a pause for questioning. You will breathe her, you will live for her, her commands will run through your blood and take over your very soul, you'll be filled with an all consuming devotion for the Goddess that is Mistress D."</span> No! Never! Stop this! For fucksake! $name, [[Help me!]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\dream4.jpg"></div> <div align="center"><span style="color: lightsteelblue;">"A devoted slave, an obedient vessel for worshipping her beautiful Mistress...the perfect..."</span></div> <div align='center' style='font-size: 700%;'><span style="color: crimson;">"PET"</span></div> [[......]]
Without warning the door seals shut and a pink light begins to flash around the room. <div class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;">"Intruder detected. Doors sealed. Mindwipe commencing in t-minus 10 seconds!"</span></div> A bubblegum-scented gas begins leaking from a hidden compartment under the seat, I can feel drowsiness setting in. Oh fuck my life...we all know where this is going. Fuck you and your stupid inability to fucking do anything $name! Prick! <<timed 10s delay>> <<goto "wipedtrain">> <</timed>>
<span style="color: peru;">"This is Mansion Security Officer Hudson Paxton to Shona, come in please."</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Shona here, what's up Paxton?"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Ma'am we have an unscheduled train arriving on the basement platform. Sensors indicate it came from the old labs near 7G, detecting one lifeform on board. Request permission to investigate. Over"</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Permission granted Paxton, keep your channel open and stay frosty"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Roger."</span> Paxton stepped towards the driver cabin, the blacked out windows made it impossible to see inside without opening the driver cabin doors. After a few deep breaths, he steels himself, cocks his gun and enters. <span style="color: peru;">"Oh shit...what the...? What the fuck is this? Paxton to Shona?"</span> On the floor of the train cabin sits a young woman almost completely naked. She makes no attempt to run or scream, instead she just stares idly at the floor, humming slighlty and twitching every now and again. <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Paxton come in, what have you found? Over"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Uhh it appears to be a young woman Ma'am. Hey! You! What the hell are you doing here?"</span> Silence. the woman just looks up at him...or through him, it's hard to tell. <span style="color: peru;">"That's a negative on response to communication attempts, looks like she's been wiped hard...that or just fucking braindead."</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"That's hardly an appropriate term officer. Need I remind you of the penalties for inappropriate behaviour whilst on duty within Mistress' service?"</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Apologies Ma'am. It won't happen again."</span> <span style="color: mediumorchid;">"Apology accepted. Bring the girl to the Mistress, maybe she can find some use for her. If not there's always Vice's Den, I hear they're always on the look out for new entertainers, might be able to get a good price for her."</span> <span style="color: peru;">"Vice? Shit...alright I'm [[bringing her in.]]"</span>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\trained.jpg"></div> Game Over man, Game Over! or is it...? Probably not a great idea to hang around where you're not supposed to be. Next time, try not to [[Stay in the engine car]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cabinsleep.jpg"></div> I really fucking hate this car and the way it teases me with those comfy-looking sleep chambers. Man, this shit just ain't fair! [[Private Car Entry]] [[move to the 1st class car]]
<div align="center"><img src="Images\cabinbed.jpg"></div> <<if $code>> Hello Panel my old friend... [[Activate the panel]] return to the [[Sleeping Car]] <<else>> Hello Panel my old friend... [[Activate the panel]] <<linkreplace "Sleeping Car">><<goto "scr">><</linkreplace>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\librarydoor.jpg"></div> <<if $rods>> As I stare at the library door wondering if Roderick had misinformed me, I begin to hear odd banging noises coming from within the walls here...ghosts perhaps...or just that moronic Janitor getting himself stuck...again.? <span style="color: crimson;">"Hello? Mr. Kiyay? Are you in that ridiculous vent again?"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Uhhh...would you believe me if I said no?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Not in the slightest."</span> I look down and see a small light coming from a ventilation shaft set in the wall next to the Library. <<linkreplace "Examine the source of the light">>Upon closer inspection and despite already guessing his predicament, I am still reasonably surprised to find one Mr. Kiyay trapped within the walls of the ventilation shaft <div align="center"><img src="Images\kiyay.jpg"></div> <span style="color: crimson;">"How on Earth do you manage to do these things to yourself?"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"I know right? How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?...Motherfu...now I know what a TV dinner feels like."</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"A TV Dinner?"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Nevermind. So, you here for anything in particular babe or what? Only I doubt I'm gonna be much use to you unless I can get my sorry ass out of this fucking hole, so how's about you go get me some FreeMe grease from down in the garage and we'll talk then?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"Go get you some...? Are you ordering me around Mr. Kiyay? Not very wise."</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Ordering? Fuck no, maybe heavily requesting? Look lady, I can't do shit for myself in here let alone you, so unless you decide to activate that lead in your ass instead of the shit in your brains, we're both gonna be fucked for a while. Okay?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"I am trying to be as patient as possible here Mr. Kiyay, but even I have my limits as you well know. You're lucky I need you...for now. I'll help you this once, but only this once. You get stuck in there again, I'll leave you to the rats!"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Oh that's very fucking cute Pet, real nice. Happy fuckin' trails."</span> <<set $grease to true>> I'd better return to the [[First Floor]].<</linkreplace>> <<else>> Strange, there appears to be odd banging noises coming from within the walls here...ghosts perhaps? <span style="color: crimson;">"Hello?"</span> I WAIT but hear no answer...I try to push the door again, no luck. Return to the [[First Floor]] landing? <<timed 5s transition>><span style="color: skyblue;">"Hey Lady! You mind not shoving that goddamned door so hard!? Some of us are tryin' to work in here!"</span><</timed>> <<timed 9s transition>>I spin around, but fail to see where the voice could have come from. <span style="color: crimson;">"I'm sorry, are you addressing me Sir? I'd watch your tongue if I were you!"</span><</timed>> <<timed 11s delay>><span style="color: skyblue;">"Watch my tongue? Oh that's a fuckin' joke! You think I'm scared of some hoity stuck up bitch like you? Unfuckingbelievable! Look legs, whoever the fuck you are, the only people I answer to are Miss. D and that mindless fucking Drone of hers, so unless you have anything useful to say, how about you take this all under advisement and fuck off, pal? I'm trying to work here!"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"So you think I'm a mindless drone do you mystery voice!? Show yourself this instant!"</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"...uhh...lady? What you say your name was again?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"I didn't. But since you asked so politely Mr. Kiyay, my name is Pet."</span> <span style="color: skyblue;">"Ahhh shit." -sigh- "So, uhh, Pet? I don't suppose an apology would suffice to save myself from being drained would it?"</span> <span style="color: crimson;">"The short answer there Mr. Kiyay, is [[nope]]."</span><</timed>> <<set $rodsk to true>> <</if>>
<div align="center"><img src="Images\t3.jpg"></div> @@#blinky; <div align='center' style='font-size: 400%;' class="dumb_terminal"><span style="color: chartreuse;"> Intruder> Terminated </span></div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1).delay(200).fadeTo(1000, 0).fadeTo(1000, 1); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 1000); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 3200); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 5400); $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 7600); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 9800); setTimeout( function () { $(ev.content).find("#blinky").css("color", "chartreuse"); }, 12000); }); <</script>> <<fadein 0.2s 6s>><div align='center' style="color: darkred;">Fucking Seekers! [[Next Floor]]</div><</fadein>>
<<if $collar is false>> Fuck Yeah! Let's get our sweet asses... <span class="dumb_terminal" style="color: chartreuse;">Intruder detected!</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"Shit, no!"</span> I turn to run but a Seeker is blocking my way, in one deliberate motion she grabs me by the shouler. I begin to feel a huge amount of pressure building up in my neck... "Bitch, this ain't no fucking Star Tre..." [[...lights out]] <<else>> Fuck Yeah! Let's get our sweet asses... -Fizzzzzzz- Wait...do you smell smoke? No of course you don't, what the fuck am I thinking? The only thing you can smell is your own fucki... <span style="color: darkred;">"...shit! The Collar!"</span> I unclip the fasteners as fast as I can and throw the smouldering fashion accessory to the floor. I knew that thing was fucking defective...but without the collar... <span class="dumb_terminal" style="color: chartreuse;">Intruder detected!</span> <span style="color: darkred;">"...ahhh crap."</span> I turn to run but a Seeker is blocking my way, in one deliberate motion she grabs me by the shouler. I begin to feel a huge amount of pressure building up in my neck... <span style="color: red;">"Bitch, this ain't no fucking Star Tre..."</span> [[...lights out]] <</if>>