- This is like a choose your adventure thing. Pretty simple to understand.
- Be creative and have fun! I'll try to reply to everyone's answers.
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You feel that you are sleeping in a cold hard floor, which is something that doesn't feel like your warm bed at home. You don't remember how that happened, and you are scared of opening your eyes. You try to recall what you did before... but it failed. Heck, you don't even remember your name!
nah clearly we should keep our eyes closed and try to navigate that way. We definitely won't collide with anything. No way. Anyone claiming it's a bad idea is Fake News.
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There seems to be a blockage... in the nose. The obstruction tickles a lot and distracts any attention from the situation. Thinks picking it out before we do anything else is the best idea.
Sticks one finger up there and removes the blockage. One eye accidentally slivers open while doing so. Keeps eye slivered open to look at booger.
nah clearly we should keep our eyes closed and try to navigate that way. We definitely won't collide with anything. No way. Anyone claiming it's a bad idea is Fake News.
There seems to be a blockage... in the nose. The obstruction tickles a lot and distracts any attention from the situation. Thinks picking it out before we do anything else is the best idea.
Sticks one finger up there and removes the blockage. One eye accidentally slivers open while doing so. Keeps eye slivered open to look at booger.
You decided that it would be better if you closed your eyes instead.
You don't have a nose! So you just gently touch your face instead. Having no nose makes you freak out, but you try to stay calm.
You start walking towards, a box? Since when is was there a box? These voices just tell you weird things. You keep walking and...
You tripped over the box. That hurt, and you knocked over the box. Huh.
Tell that box that it should watch where we're going, and that he has to pay for causing us to fall! That book looks like a good compensation, doesn't it? Yea, it does. We should take the book too.
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Since the book could possibly prove to be some sort of clue to why I am here - and therefor ignoring my completely and utterly stupid thought of tearing it to pieces - and also because I don't have a booger to peak my interest after picking my nonexistent nose... I do take the book. Yes. And hey, now that I'm hurt and on the floor, I might as well open it and see what it says, too. Surely it wouldn't hurt to have a quick sticky beak. Charming idea.
Tell that box that it should watch where we're going, and that he has to pay for causing us to fall! That book looks like a good compensation, doesn't it? Yea, it does. We should take the book too.
Since the book could possibly prove to be some sort of clue to why I am here - and therefor ignoring my completely and utterly stupid thought of tearing it to pieces - and also because I don't have a booger to peak my interest after picking my nonexistent nose... I do take the book. Yes. And hey, now that I'm hurt and on the floor, I might as well open it and see what it says, too. Surely it wouldn't hurt to have a quick sticky beak. Charming idea.
Break the box it came in, tear it into tiny strips and arrange those to write a name!
...
Maybe another thought in our head can come up with a swanky name, because I sure can't.
I, assuming that the front page doesn’t have a contract that will greatly restrict what I can do, use my teeth to make a small puncture on my right index finger and then sign my name in blood, which I assume is Ben because that’s the first thing that comes to mind for some reason.
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As blood trickles from my finger I realize... damn, these skinny arms indicate I don't have much blood to spare, better not use too much... maybe there is a better, less 'kill myself' method....
And of course... ripping pages from a book I am going to use isn't the best idea either, in fact it kinda defeats the purpose. So I dismiss that thought. Now... ripping a box apart might work, that is if I had a way to glue the pieces in the book. But I don't. Instead, I turn my attention to the framed and mounted painting on the wall, and while I stare at it more possibilities come to mind. With these possibilities I recall other things: A friend, my neighbor, we played together.... I see an image of my friend in my mind - 0h, yes, his name is Ben. Ben and I are throwing lemons at a house across the street. But why am I remembering Ben and I throwing lemons?Oh.. wait... that's why! I see Ben turn to me and call my name just before the memory fades... He called me, Nova.
Wow.... I guess the blank line on this page provoked that memory so I could recall my name. Good thing too. I'm glad my name isn't lemon. Nova is a pretty name.
With the painting on the wall bringing new ideas to mind, and not wanting to waste my blood, I write Nova on the empty line, then I press my finger against my thumb to stop the bleeding. Once the bleeding has stopped, I take the picture off the wall. Book in one hand, painting in the other.
Well, Nova, I think to myself, how could you use this painting to writing in this book in the future? Maybe pull the frame apart, use the sharp edges to scratch words or images into the pages? Maybe I could use the paint from the painting itself in some way?"
Break the box it came in, tear it into tiny strips and arrange those to write a name!
...
Maybe another thought in our head can come up with a swanky name, because I sure can't.
I, assuming that the front page doesn’t have a contract that will greatly restrict what I can do, use my teeth to make a small puncture on my right index finger and then sign my name in blood, which I assume is Ben because that’s the first thing that comes to mind for some reason.
As blood trickles from my finger I realize... damn, these skinny arms indicate I don't have much blood to spare, better not use too much... maybe there is a better, less 'kill myself' method....
And of course... ripping pages from a book I am going to use isn't the best idea either, in fact it kinda defeats the purpose. So I dismiss that thought. Now... ripping a box apart might work, that is if I had a way to glue the pieces in the book. But I don't. Instead, I turn my attention to the framed and mounted painting on the wall, and while I stare at it more possibilities come to mind. With these possibilities I recall other things: A friend, my neighbor, we played together.... I see an image of my friend in my mind - 0h, yes, his name is Ben. Ben and I are throwing lemons at a house across the street. But why am I remembering Ben and I throwing lemons?Oh.. wait... that's why! I see Ben turn to me and call my name just before the memory fades... He called me, Nova.
Wow.... I guess the blank line on this page provoked that memory so I could recall my name. Good thing too. I'm glad my name isn't lemon. Nova is a pretty name.
With the painting on the wall bringing new ideas to mind, and not wanting to waste my blood, I write Nova on the empty line, then I press my finger against my thumb to stop the bleeding. Once the bleeding has stopped, I take the picture off the wall. Book in one hand, painting in the other.
Well, Nova, I think to myself, how could you use this painting to writing in this book in the future? Maybe pull the frame apart, use the sharp edges to scratch words or images into the pages? Maybe I could use the paint from the painting itself in some way?"
Continues thinking.
...
That was a very strange flashback. Somehow you have a weird feeling that Nova isn't your real name, but you'll stick with that for now.
You also realize that you don't have a mouth either which is making you freak out, but you try to stay calm. A papercut won't open a wound with enough blood to make it drip. So, turning over to the last option, you approach the strange painting on the wall.
...Except that's not a painting. The picture has been moving all the time since you were here. It's actually a monitor on a screensaver. You wonder if there was a way to wake the computer up.
Well, seeing as how we lack a mouth we can't tell it to wake up. Seeing as how we don't have a nose we can't poke it with our noses. We need to check if we have fingers. And if we do, we should repeatedly poke the screen! Either that or be amazed at the fact that we actually have fingers, that'd work too.
If we don't, then we should either freak out or tap the screen with our... hand I guess?
We have an empty box, a moody book, and we have a monitor. Our options are thus limited. With these... limited options at hand, I suggest the monitor is touch sensitive.
We will touch the screen. If this fails, we will place the book against the screen to see if the screen and the book are interactive components. If this however fails, and in the stringent belief that the empty box will not assist our cause, we have nothing to lose by kicking said box in frustration. Alas, if all these things do fail, I am certain another gamer will provide a more... colorful possibility.
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Well, I was gonna say put the book against the monitor as well, so... err.... I guess if nothing else works, then we could even give the screen a big moon.
A remake of this thing --> http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/off-topic/forum-games/2659777-this-is-just-a-regular-forum-game
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How to play:
- This is like a choose your adventure thing. Pretty simple to understand.
- Be creative and have fun! I'll try to reply to everyone's answers.
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You feel that you are sleeping in a cold hard floor, which is something that doesn't feel like your warm bed at home. You don't remember how that happened, and you are scared of opening your eyes. You try to recall what you did before... but it failed. Heck, you don't even remember your name!
What will you do?
Take a break.
nah clearly we should keep our eyes closed and try to navigate that way. We definitely won't collide with anything. No way. Anyone claiming it's a bad idea is Fake News.
There seems to be a blockage... in the nose. The obstruction tickles a lot and distracts any attention from the situation. Thinks picking it out before we do anything else is the best idea.
Sticks one finger up there and removes the blockage. One eye accidentally slivers open while doing so. Keeps eye slivered open to look at booger.
You decided that it would be better if you closed your eyes instead.
You don't have a nose! So you just gently touch your face instead. Having no nose makes you freak out, but you try to stay calm.
You start walking towards, a box? Since when is was there a box? These voices just tell you weird things. You keep walking and...
You tripped over the box. That hurt, and you knocked over the box. Huh.
*You cannot control your surroundings, you can only control the actions of the character.
Well... at least you are awake now. What will you do?
Take a break.
Tell that box that it should watch where we're going, and that he has to pay for causing us to fall! That book looks like a good compensation, doesn't it? Yea, it does. We should take the book too.
Since the book could possibly prove to be some sort of clue to why I am here - and therefor ignoring my completely and utterly stupid thought of tearing it to pieces - and also because I don't have a booger to peak my interest after picking my nonexistent nose... I do take the book. Yes. And hey, now that I'm hurt and on the floor, I might as well open it and see what it says, too. Surely it wouldn't hurt to have a quick sticky beak. Charming idea.
Ignores dementia praecox. Opens the book indeed... at a random page.
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I resist the urge to shred the book and check what the book is about, to see if it could help.
(You do realise that:
- You're outnumbered 5 to 1
- Only the first post a person makes counts, so all your later posts are just being ignored)
*Please only post once, only the first post will count as an answer.
You pick up the book. It looks pretty normal so far. Ignoring that strange voice in your head, you open the book.
There's nothing in the book, all the pages are empty. Except the front page...
There doesn't seem to be any writing materials nearby... What will you do?
Take a break.
Break the box it came in, tear it into tiny strips and arrange those to write a name!
...
Maybe another thought in our head can come up with a swanky name, because I sure can't.
I check what the front page says.EDIT: I can’t see the image here, so...
I, assuming that the front page doesn’t have a contract that will greatly restrict what I can do, use my teeth to make a small puncture on my right index finger and then sign my name in blood, which I assume is Ben because that’s the first thing that comes to mind for some reason.
As blood trickles from my finger I realize... damn, these skinny arms indicate I don't have much blood to spare, better not use too much... maybe there is a better, less 'kill myself' method....
And of course... ripping pages from a book I am going to use isn't the best idea either, in fact it kinda defeats the purpose. So I dismiss that thought. Now... ripping a box apart might work, that is if I had a way to glue the pieces in the book. But I don't. Instead, I turn my attention to the framed and mounted painting on the wall, and while I stare at it more possibilities come to mind. With these possibilities I recall other things: A friend, my neighbor, we played together.... I see an image of my friend in my mind - 0h, yes, his name is Ben. Ben and I are throwing lemons at a house across the street. But why am I remembering Ben and I throwing lemons? Oh.. wait... that's why! I see Ben turn to me and call my name just before the memory fades... He called me, Nova.
Wow.... I guess the blank line on this page provoked that memory so I could recall my name. Good thing too. I'm glad my name isn't lemon. Nova is a pretty name.
With the painting on the wall bringing new ideas to mind, and not wanting to waste my blood, I write Nova on the empty line, then I press my finger against my thumb to stop the bleeding. Once the bleeding has stopped, I take the picture off the wall. Book in one hand, painting in the other.
Well, Nova, I think to myself, how could you use this painting to writing in this book in the future? Maybe pull the frame apart, use the sharp edges to scratch words or images into the pages? Maybe I could use the paint from the painting itself in some way?"
Continues thinking.
...
That was a very strange flashback. Somehow you have a weird feeling that Nova isn't your real name, but you'll stick with that for now.
You also realize that you don't have a mouth either which is making you freak out, but you try to stay calm. A papercut won't open a wound with enough blood to make it drip. So, turning over to the last option, you approach the strange painting on the wall.
...Except that's not a painting. The picture has been moving all the time since you were here. It's actually a monitor on a screensaver. You wonder if there was a way to wake the computer up.
What will you do?
Take a break.
Well, seeing as how we lack a mouth we can't tell it to wake up. Seeing as how we don't have a nose we can't poke it with our noses. We need to check if we have fingers. And if we do, we should repeatedly poke the screen! Either that or be amazed at the fact that we actually have fingers, that'd work too.
If we don't, then we should either freak out or tap the screen with our... hand I guess?
Check for a keyboard, mouse, or trackpad, and if there are none, tap the screen to see if that does anything.
We have an empty box, a moody book, and we have a monitor. Our options are thus limited. With these... limited options at hand, I suggest the monitor is touch sensitive.
We will touch the screen. If this fails, we will place the book against the screen to see if the screen and the book are interactive components. If this however fails, and in the stringent belief that the empty box will not assist our cause, we have nothing to lose by kicking said box in frustration. Alas, if all these things do fail, I am certain another gamer will provide a more... colorful possibility.
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press face against screen
sugar is bad for you
Well, I was gonna say put the book against the monitor as well, so... err.... I guess if nothing else works, then we could even give the screen a big moon.
*press butt against screen*
But only as a last resort, obviously.
What if it was a scanner? It might scan what I have written in this book.
What again?