Re: Text Adventure: a shared experience

[Scribblesense]

>Vow to quit smoking ASAP.

[Dim of the Yard]

Odd, that vow didn't seem to help the troll (or rather, the smoldering lump of ash that used to be a troll). Still, you make a mental note to pick up some nicotine patches when it's convenient.

[Scribblesense]

>Gaze longingly at the bag in the wall, brimming with lust.

[SJP]

The bag spurns your advances, its cold demeanor thoroughly displeased at your flaccid attempts at romance.  Or, it's just a bag.  Either way, you remind yourself you need to get out more often.

There is a click, then the creak of a door opening.  Whoever is upstairs is either wondering what's causing all the racket, or wondering why it stopped.

[Invader_quirk]

>"HOUSEKEEPING."

[Johnny Unusual]

There is a sudden silence and no response.

[Invader_quirk]

>Check inventory

[AmazingThor]

You still wear the torn, rusty brown-stained shirt over your regular clothes as well as a straw hat. You hold a cooler that, last time you checked, contained three bags of ice, metal tongs, an instruction sheet, and a human heart. Balanced on top of the cooler are an umbrella, a ring of keys, and a rather fancy pocket watch. You have traces of troll ash stuck to your still wet body. You currently have 18 points out 800. Ahead a mysterious stairway awaits. There is still that bag in the wall and the fez-wearing cat is beginning to tire of your shennanigans.

[Scribblesense]

>Violent shadow puppets

[Invader_quirk]

Your shadow puppets are intermittently seen battling fiercely on the wall as lightning flashes outside. The dog rips into the elephant.

You have broken your left hand with your right. You can no longer carry the cooler.

From the top of the stairs, you hear the distinct sound of rubber gloves handling a shotgun. Never before has this sound been so distinct. Maybe it's time to quit messing around/harming yourself.

[Scribblesense]

>Make yourself seem larger to scare off predators

[AmazingThor]

You puff out your cheeks and wave your arms around to seem larger and more threatening. The cat, being the only predator in the vicinity, flees in terror. Well, congratulations. Meanwhile, from upstairs you hear the distinct "ka-chuck" sound of a shotgun being loaded.

[Invader_quirk]

>Take bag and back into foyer.

[SJP]

As you reach for the bag, you suddenly feel the muzzle of an extremely large gun against the side of your head.  You haven't had much experience with this sort of thing before, but considering the width of it, you'd say...8 gauge.  Minimum.  With two barrels.

The guy holding it appears to be a 2 gauge, minimum, if such measurements can be applied to large, ungainly fellows with guns nearly bigger than they are.

"You're not leavin' here holding MY wall bag, thief.  Or my umbrella.  What you CAN do, though, is come upstairs and look at my latest creation.  It is a marvel of modern technology, if I do say so myself.  And I do.  Although my experiment needs a new...test case."

He says modern technology, but you ARE concerned about the amount of filth covering his ragged clothing. Hopefully those stains are just motor oil.

[Scribblesense]

>Pretend to be Nobel Prize committee member, here to inspect his experiment and possibly award him top prize.