"A Game" didn't go so well for me. The way I forced myself into drawing images to go along with descriptions of what happened, while very effective in portraying what I wanted, hindered me from continuing with the story. This time I'm going to try something new, but without pictures. I didn't even explain how to play last time either, so here's how it goes. After I explain what happens, you have to give some sort of command on what to do next. I will freely choose what command to use to progress the story. -- You are a ██ year old caucasian (fe)male of average physique. You sit silently on a black metal bench at the central of the city Remkin as the sun begins to bathe the concrete city in light for the day. The city has been much busier lately due to the Spread. The people seem calm though, going about their normal daily lives as if nothing is wrong. Behind you stands a tall office building, it's primary use being stock market trading. That's what they say anyways. Across the road you see some small shops, selling food, electronics, and clothing. They are mildly busy. Down the road to the right you see a park with several landscapers attending to it, and some groups of young adults and couples walking about. Further left are more buildings serving various purposes. A man in formal attire passes by and hands you a business card with some information in small lettering on it. You think you heard him mutter something under his breath. -INVENTORY- $500 cash 1 pocket knife 1 business card
You look down into your hand to see a small white business card with a brown leaf pattern bordering it. The card reads: "Johnson Real Estate This is my land. This is your land. 1-800-YUR-LAND" You flip to the back of the card. Nothing is printed there. You notice it seems to be made of a different material than the front.
You enter the office building through a large revolving door. A woman sits at the welcoming desk near the entrance and smiles at you. The lobby is large and open with chairs, couches, and tables scattered about, the back wall saying in large simple text made of iron "AngioCorp". Some elevators and stairs are to the side. Several business men/women dressed appropriately are sitting and talking at tables, and you realize you're wearing a [music band] T-Shirt and shorts.
Nobody else is replying - You make your way down into the basement in total disregard for security, and nothing is blocking you. The basement is bland and concrete, with rows of files going on for meters. Some chemistry sets set with potted plants wrapped in plastic scattered around the entire room. A janitor notices you. "Oi what in the hell do you think you're doin' here? Get out!"
Give the janitor enough cash to keep him quiet and exit the room. If all else fails, try to escape the building and hide in a nearby alley.
It's too late. Security has already been notified of the situation and are going to be arriving shortly. Throwing the hunk of metal at the wall had little affect.
I'd quickly get the perfect combination of chemicals where the chemistry is and make an 'invisible gas' and escape.
