Run out the last door that opened

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You look at the last door that opened and realize there's still space between the door jamb and the pile of shit oozing through it, if you move quick and jump just right.
You look at the last door that opened and realize there's still space between the door jamb and the pile of shit oozing through it, if you move quick and jump just right.
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The onsie, however, are too big and you can't quite get the footing for a good jump.
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The legs and feet of the onsie, however, are too big and you can't quite get the footing for a good jump.
You slip and wind up landing on the shit-pile on your side.  You quickly continue rolling on your belly, to your other side and back on your feet, and running again.
You slip and wind up landing on the shit-pile on your side.  You quickly continue rolling on your belly, to your other side and back on your feet, and running again.
You feel like a leopard, a ninja.
You feel like a leopard, a ninja.
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The acidic slime from the shit monsters doesn't harm your skin, just a little tingle, but completely dissolves the pajamas.  It also slows your neurons, making you groggy and unable to process things at a normal rate.
The acidic slime from the shit monsters doesn't harm your skin, just a little tingle, but completely dissolves the pajamas.  It also slows your neurons, making you groggy and unable to process things at a normal rate.
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You're at the railing now and peer over it.  You can't reach the door.  There's a pit that appears to have no bottom.  A ladder is just on the other side of the railing leading down into the abyss.
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You're at the railing now and peer over it.  You can't reach the door.  There's a pit that appears to have no bottom.  A ladder is just on the other side of the railing leading down into the black abyss.
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A noise behind you makes you turn.  A man, maybe 50, with greasy hair, creased dirty skin and a mop in claw-like hands is walking towards you licking a creepy grin that was missing several teeth.
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A noise behind you makes you turn.  A man, maybe 50, with greasy hair, creased dirty skin and a mop in claw-like hands is walking towards you licking a creepy grin that is missing several teeth.
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Look back and forth between the man and the cavernous pit you...
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You look back and forth between the man and the cavernous pit you...
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You're confused and afraid, but you look at the closest pile and wonder where its eyes are.
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*[[Climb the railing and down the ladder]]
*[[Climb the railing and down the ladder]]
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*[[Stand scared and immobilized]]
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*[[curl into a ball and bawl]]
*[[Look as sexy as possible and go to the man - its fate]]
*[[Look as sexy as possible and go to the man - its fate]]
*[[You're a ninja - kick his scrawny ass]]
*[[You're a ninja - kick his scrawny ass]]

Current revision as of 20:27, 31 October 2015

You look at the last door that opened and realize there's still space between the door jamb and the pile of shit oozing through it, if you move quick and jump just right.

The legs and feet of the onsie, however, are too big and you can't quite get the footing for a good jump. You slip and wind up landing on the shit-pile on your side. You quickly continue rolling on your belly, to your other side and back on your feet, and running again. You feel like a leopard, a ninja.

There's a metal railing and then a door. You decide to leap the railing ninja-like and hit the door, but ... you're mind feels foggy a bit. As you reach the railing with two steps before the jump your onsie just disintegrates and falls off you in tatters. You stop and look. You're nude with mere rags dragging from you feet.

The acidic slime from the shit monsters doesn't harm your skin, just a little tingle, but completely dissolves the pajamas. It also slows your neurons, making you groggy and unable to process things at a normal rate.

You're at the railing now and peer over it. You can't reach the door. There's a pit that appears to have no bottom. A ladder is just on the other side of the railing leading down into the black abyss.

A noise behind you makes you turn. A man, maybe 50, with greasy hair, creased dirty skin and a mop in claw-like hands is walking towards you licking a creepy grin that is missing several teeth.

You look back and forth between the man and the cavernous pit you...

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