Examine the wine bottles
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| - | The bottles are mostly empty, but a quick sniff brings back memories of you and Sister Marg plowing through them. She was rip-roaring drunk and urging you to catch up. ''Bottle race | + | The bottles are mostly empty, but a quick sniff brings back memories of you and Sister Marg plowing through them. She was rip-roaring drunk and urging you to catch up. ''Bottle race!'' you remember her laughing as she threw off her habit. Sitting there in her casual chothes, she looked like... a ''normal'' person. You remember wanting to feel normal. |
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| + | Marg seemed determined to cheer you up. "C'mon! He didn't say you couldn't ''drink!'' Besides, we're nuns, you can't let me go it alone, right?" | ||
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| + | You remember taking the bottle and then... | ||
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| + | ''Running out of here. But why?'' | ||
You take a drink for Marg. She always was fun to be with. | You take a drink for Marg. She always was fun to be with. | ||
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| + | A minute later, your head is spinning worse than before. The corners of the room pitch up and down like you're at sea in a gale. | ||
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| + | You drop the bottle and it bounces noisily to the floor. You hear footsteps on the stairs behind you and a groan from the kitchen. | ||
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| + | Do you: | ||
| + | *[[Examine the bra]] | ||
| + | *[[Go up the basement stairs]] | ||
| + | *[[Go into the kitchen]] | ||
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| + | {{RampageTemplate|who=[[Sister Anna|Young, attractive nun]]}} | ||
| + | [[Category: Rampage]] | ||
Current revision as of 04:15, 13 September 2011
The bottles are mostly empty, but a quick sniff brings back memories of you and Sister Marg plowing through them. She was rip-roaring drunk and urging you to catch up. Bottle race! you remember her laughing as she threw off her habit. Sitting there in her casual chothes, she looked like... a normal person. You remember wanting to feel normal.
Marg seemed determined to cheer you up. "C'mon! He didn't say you couldn't drink! Besides, we're nuns, you can't let me go it alone, right?"
You remember taking the bottle and then...
Running out of here. But why?
You take a drink for Marg. She always was fun to be with.
A minute later, your head is spinning worse than before. The corners of the room pitch up and down like you're at sea in a gale.
You drop the bottle and it bounces noisily to the floor. You hear footsteps on the stairs behind you and a groan from the kitchen.
Do you:
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| Young, attractive nun |
