Choose Your Own Adventure: The Advent of the Bear People
(I've done plenty of these on other forums, and I think it's finally time to take this a deserving audience. I hope you enjoy this practice in... authorism.)
YOU wake up in a BED.
What do you do?
YOU wake up in a BED.
What do you do?
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Edit: How are you going to compile this story? Will you just take one or two people's suggestions for each update, or will you work in everybody's posts (within reason)?
take any objects scattered around_
Get out of bed.
You're a grown-up, you own the bed, it's allowed now.
(I usually do the latter. I take as many suggestions as possible, and either ignore or ridicule entirely stupid ones. I also usually take the given suggestions and reorder them in order to make sense out of them.)
(They are colored because they hold significance of any sort.)
Annoyed by the hustle and bustle of CITY LIVING, you simply cannot tolerate being conscious anymore. However, a spring from the MATTRESS is digging into your back, and going back to sleep would be impossible.
With great FEROCITY, you scratch the point where the spring is poking you. The fervor of your scratching is simply unrivaled.
That would require getting out of BED.
It sure feels like it! You at least hope it you're own bed.
You very gaily jump on what you hope is your own bed. The joy you feel is incredulous, to say the least.
While jumping, you manage to peek out of the window very high above your bed. The only way to look out of said window is by jumping on your bed. In retrospect, this was a terrible place to put a window.
Outside the window, you can see the tops of large sky scrapers and blimps that read "NY Mets win the '69 World Series!" What the!?
You fall backwards, hitting the back of your head on a chrome coffee table. You are very sure that you have a concussion, however, you have successfully gotten out of bed.
YOU GAINED 1 POINT!
That would never fit in your, um, "INVENTORY!"
You survey the room with unbeatable use of your INQUISITION skill. This isn't your apartment! At least, it doesn't look the same as it used to...
For some reason, all of your FURNISHINGS are covered in chrome. Etched into the side of your CHROME BED are the words "TIME BED." On your CHROME NIGHTSTAND is a CHROME LAMP, CHROME ALARM CLOCK and a CHROME PISTOL. The amount of chrome in your room is staggering. You might just call it CHROMETASTIC, that is, if you weren't freaking the fuck out right now.
In the SOUTH WEST corner of your room is an open CHROME DOOR to your CHROME BATHROOM. In the NORTH EAST corner is the EXIT, which is also CHROME. In the SOUTH EAST corner is your closet, which you can only assume is undoubtedly CHROME.
YOU have nothing equipped. And I mean nothing. Hey there, hot stuff.
What do you do?
Take the pistol and open the closet.
Check current time on CHROME ALARM CLOCK, as well as the time to which the ALARM is set.
You check your PROFILE PAGE inside your STATUSDEX.
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M
HUMAN
LEVEL 1 EXISTER
Seems like a pretty basic PROFILE. No special stats or elemental affinities. You don't even have a name yet! Uh, what was your name again?
You INQUIRE about the TIME BED. It looks like a relatively normal bed. The words "TIME BED" appear to be scratched into the side with an INDISCRIMINATE SHARP OBJECT, which, if you truly are in another time, would have been scratched in recently. There don't appear to be any unusual levers or buttons. Perhaps you just have to... get into bed.
Can do!
But there's no CHROME COFFEE MAKER!
Your BEDDING appears to be made out of some kind of SILK, for Xtreme comfort. Not quite chrome, but still shiny nonetheless.
The CHROME ALARM CLOCK reads "One Fifty Two O'Clock, Post Meridiem; October Twelth, Twenty Two Sixty Nine." Way to sleep in, you lazy fuck. You know that you usually keep your alarm set for Nine O'Clock. The SNOOZE BUTTON looks as though it was verily pushed.
The PISTOL looks as though it was completely covered in chrome. The chrome actually covers all the essential functions of the gun. Aside from looking sick nasty, this gun is otherwise impossible to use. You stick up your, er, "INVENTORY" anyways.
You open up the CLOSET DOOR, and come the realization that this closet is a CAVALCADE OF CHROME. There are some CHROME CRUTCHES, the special MONOPOLY: CHROME EDITION, and a BIG BLOCK OF CHROME. However, there is also a pair of EXTRA WEAK PURPLE POLYESTER PANTS and an I<3FNY T-SHIRT. This apparel is very very gaudy.
Tough luck, toots.
You're confident there are no cameras watching you, and even more confident that there are no videos in your honky tonk, uh, "INVENTORY."
Despite your FASHIONDEX giving those pants TWO THUMBS DOWN, you put on those stupid stupid pants anyways. Your EQUIPDEX auto-aligned all ELEMENTAL AFFINITY of your nether regions to POLYESTER.
You exit the APARTMENT, and search for a NEWSPAPER STAND on FLOOR 22. No luck! Some exploration may be needed before you can auto travel to any NEWSPAPER STAND with your CARTOGRADEX.
You are standing in a hallway. Sorry, a CHROME HALLWAY. Many CHROME APARTMENT DOORS line the CHROME WALLS of this CHROME APARTMENT COMPLEX. A CHROME ELEVATOR is at the NORTH end of the hallway. You are also shirtless.
What do you do?
You feign collapsing, but it doesn't seem like anyone is around to come to your aid. That, or nobody cares. You know how those FUTURE NEW YORKERS are. Oh, wait, maybe you don't.
You head back into YOUR ROOM and grab that campy ass t-shirt. Your SENSE OF FASHION has decreased dramatically, according to your SOCIALDEX, but your DECENCY is at an all time high for the day! A new record! You would sign your initials in the CYOA HIGH SCORE LEADERBOARDS, but you have yet to pick a name!
But you lack the necessary equipment for FISHING!
You KNOCK with unmatched ferocity. The wrapping produced on your neighbor's chamber door is practically unheard of. There is no excuse for such apathy on your neighbor's part. After minutes of straight knocking, you eventually give up.
You head NORTH, and press the CHROME DOWN BUTTON for the CHROME ELEVATOR. Upon entering, you notice several buttons on the panel, not labeled by numbers. Instead, the instructions are simply UP, DOWN, and SIDE 2 SIDE. What the!? Elevators can only go up and down! You find this very preposterous. Nevertheless, you have several options for directions.
What do you do?
Look around the control panel for any small print that might contain a good name or word for this elevator-like construct.
Hunt. Mike Hunt.