>>33680013
>Not waking up in The Village

You disappoint me, Number 65.

>>33680013
[ ] I don't know

>>33680013
>Male

>captcha: feuding himself

>>33680013
>I don't know
And we never will!

>>33680449
>>33680013

err wait, does selecting IDK mean that we are voting for transgender?

>>33680483

No, you're just indeterminate. You've decided that you don't care enough about it.
Very progressive, I'm sure

>>33680013
[x] Female

>[X] I don't know

You don't remember that right now. This should probably worry you!
You nearly lose your concentration until you decide to center yourself by thinking about something that you can just plainly see.

You are wearing flannel pyjamas. They are a light purple with burgundy crosshatching. You don't really recall if you went to sleep in these or not. You have like, ten more versions of this outfit in your Closet for some reason so you might as well get some use out of them.
That helps you out a little and you stabilise. You are now ready to start your latest escape attempt!

You're still hungry. You might want to do something about that.

>>33680934
Prompts?

>>33680934
Let's find something to eat then

>>33681523

This is actually sort of a puzzle game so prompts wouldn't really work since it relies on people figuring shit out.
Prompting people towards right or wrong answers would feel like cheating.

It does seem like having no prompts destroys player activity though so this will probably not be successful thread.

>>33680934
>Check under your bed.
Did we stash some snacks under there?

>>33682002
>Check under your bed

All of the stuff in your room is usually stored under your bed when you’re not using it. Which is most of the time because you don’t like it all that much. You never store things under your bed but they’re always back there again when you wake up. This, like many other things, is simply something you've started to take for granted.

Looking under your bed you find Mister Rumpels, Joey Valspone and Good Jim. These are just teddy bears of varying sizes that you used to do things with when you were a kid. You weren’t allowed dangerous toys of any kinds or indeed anything that wasn’t some shade of emasculating softness. Now they sit here unused, judging you with cold button-eyes.

Besides the three ursine gentlemen, you have a pile of books, a laptop and a spider. You use the first two much more frequently than you do the bears these days. The spider isn’t actually yours, she just lives there.
You feel even hungrier now, your Hunger Value reaching a worryingly low amount.

>>33681742
>Let's find something to eat then.

Well, there's always the Kitchen. There's just one problem. Your Housemate is probably in there.
If you don't feel like facing him just yet you can order food online with your laptop or check if th jar of peanut butter you stashed in the Closet is still there.

>>33682130
Scout the kitchen

>>33682130
>Eat the jar of peanut butter then make for the kitchen
>Take Mister Rumples as backup.

>>33682130
Order some Chinese online. We like Chinese.

>>33682413

You open your laptop to contemplate ordering but it appears to have completely run out of battery! You don't have any power sockets in here though. What a dangerous thing to keep in your bedroom!

>>33682411
>>33682369
>Scout the kitchen but eat the peanut butter stash first.
>Mister Rumples will lend moral support.

You step away from the bed and survey the room and the seven numbered doors. The illicit peanut butter is in the Closet which if you remember correctly...should be Door 7. Door 7 absolutely leads to the Closet most of the time.

You step through Door 7 and find that it is indeed the Closet for now. It's nearly as big as your bedroom only not so annoyingly circular. You struggle through your many hundreds of possible outfits to reach the peanut butter jar at the back. It is unopened and full!

Just in time too, your Hunger Value just dropped to 4. You scarf the peanut butter down like some sort of fucking animal, raising it to a slightly less urgent 15.
Now you just need to get to the Kitchen...

You go back into your Bedroom and grab Mister Rumples to help provide the confidence you'll need to confront the Housemate. The moustachioed teddy moulds itself to your touch.

Rumples firmly in hand, you open Door 4 and walk into the Kitchen. You're not afraid, the Housemate doesn't scare you! You're going to prove him wro-...oh he's asleep.
Thank goodness.

The Kitchen is a fairly small room, the walls and ceiling painted in refreshing shades of pastel blue and yellows. A small table takes up most of the room, with only two chairs. As always, your Housemate is sitting on the chair opposite you. He doesn’t really move, especially when he's sleeping.

In the side of the wall here is a long grey tube running from the ceiling nearly to the floor. This is the Food Depository Chute, the succulent cornucopia that has provided for you your entire life.
Just choose something from its interactive menu display and you should be good to go!

>>33682985
>Order Chinese food.
>Observe Housemate

>>33682985
Haleem. Beef jerky for later.

>>33682985
Let's get some waffles and OJ

>>33683035
>>33683041
>>33683042

You can't quite decide what you want so you end up spasming over the menu and ordering three dishes at once. Unfortunately your Electronic Delivery Coupon only works once and takes twenty four hours to refresh so you can only use the Chute once per day.

While you wait for the delivery to go through, you decide to observe the Housemate. Housemate observation is something you've done every day for as far back as you can remember and you'll be damned if you stop now.

The Housemate is sitting limp in his chair. Absolutely awful posture. Of course, it's hard to sit straight when you have no muscles. Or skin. Or bones.
Your Housemate is a humanoid mannequin and is quite lifeless. Life-sized, faceless and made mostly out of wood with plastic joints. He's been in here for as long as you can remember and you used to regard him as a sort of father figure when you were much younger. You've gotten a lot older and more mature since then and combined with the incident where he woke up, his Paternal Value has dropped significantly.
You decide to check anyway, just to make sure.

HOUSEMATE STATS
-Life Value: 0
-Paternal Value: 7
-Romantic Value: 0
-Sentimental Value: 86

Yup, nothing to see there. You like thinking in Values. You don't know why, it just makes things seem more centered. More orderly.

Your Hunger Value has dropped to 9 by the time the Chute opens. You pull out the box, noting it to be exactly the same as every other delivery package you've ever received. White cardboard, no decorations.

You seem to have gotten sweet and sour pork served on waffles with a glass of haleem. Nice.

>>33683376
Eat it all.

>>33683376

>Eat at table
>Converse with Mister Rumples

>>33683424
>>33683582

You don't waste time on petty nonsense such as savouring or enjoying the flavours. You wolf it all down, practically inhaling the pork waffles and stew. You get sauce all over your pyjamas and you don't even care.
After stuffing yourself your Hunger Value has maxed out at a gluttonous 100. You can't bring yourself to eat anything more. This is fortunate because there is nothing else left to eat in the cell/house.

You sit Mister Rumples down on the table and attempt to start a conversation with him. This is difficult because you have to spend a few minutes remembering how to talk. You haven't done it for so long and never with anyone who's ever replied. Your online conversations don't count.

Mister Rumples mocks your efforts by remaining silent and ineffable.

You now feel temporarily bereft, as if you'd accomplished some sort of objective and now have no concrete short-term goal to work towards.
You want to escape obviously but where to start?

>>33683667
Find a plug for your computer.

>>33683667
>Return to room
>Find outlet for computer

>>33683680
>>33683730
>Find a place to charge your computer

There is only one power outlet anywhere within this place to your knowledge. They are very dangerous, after all.

You go back to your room and pick up the laptop. You leave Mister Rumples back in the Kitchen. That little fucker can rot.

You doublecheck to make sure that the laptop still has its charging cord attached and open Door Five. Beyond lies the Rumpus Room.
The Rumpus Room is very colourful and is where you generally go to have fun. The walls, floor and ceiling is painted in an infuriating multicoloured polka dot pattern. The middle of the room is dominated by a large sofa, parked in front of your fancy plasma screen television. By the wall to the side of the screen is your personal 1950’s style Jukebox, which can be set to many different kinds of music through a helpful keypad code function.

You also have a table covered in board and card games of various kinds. You used to play them with your Housemate but you haven’t really used them in recent years. Many of the board game pieces are comically oversized, to prevent you from accidentally ingesting one and choking. Not that you’ve tried. Much.
Oddly, the dust has been disturbed on the table. Has a new game been provided while you were asleep?

But enough about such faffery. You locate the power outlet and plug your laptop in. It starts charging immediately, its Battery Value ticking over to 1.
It'll take a bit before it maxes out.

>>33683887
Check if there's a new game. If not browse the news while you wait for it to charge.

>>33683887
Look at the games. Count them and see whether or not the Game Quantity is the same as it was the last time you did this.

all you niggas in here dun fucked up by not refusing to eat

that's the only way we're solving this mystery

>>33683991
Dying would probably constitute escaping the House if we think about things the right way.

>>33683887
After the charger is done charging, unplug it. Rip the cord out of the charger, strip the wires with your teeth. Plug it back in and hold each bare wire in each hand.

>>33684058

What is this, The Stanley Parable?
I'd rather live.

>>33683950
>>33683975

You look over your game table. All the old favourites are here. Remember Monopoly? That game did nothing but build friendships. Or so you imagine. You would like to have friends. Good times. Scanning over it to see if there has been any variance in the Quantity Value leads you to where the cards are piled. There's a new box! A cheap nasty-looking purple box, with the words ‘Rider Waite’ written on it. It is unopened.
You haven’t been given new games for a long time. You don’t know why now.

As you do this, you multitask by attempting to browse the news on your laptop. You never know, it might work this time!

The laptop is much like one of your books but lacks their Literature Quality, having traded it in for more functions. Along with Internet Explorer, your laptop possess all of the Microsoft Office programs, a small number of video games and Chatterspeak, an online chat program. The only one that’s ever online in Chatterspeak besides you is Speakatron, a fairly transparent bot. You once believed Speakatron to be one of your greatest friends but the revelation of its artificial nature has left you quite disillusioned.

You access the internet, being routed immediately to your personal homepage. Your homepage contains several cool features, such as the online food ordering system you used just before. It has a list of sanctioned links that can take you to approved censored sites. You cannot type anything into the address bar, just like normal.

Clicking the 'News' link tells you that everything is fine like always and that you should stay inside.

>>33684109
Soon.

>>33684109
That doesn't seem like it would lead to us getting out of the house. At least, not in any way that would let us live Outside.

Go to Google Maps. See where it id's our location.

>>33684195
I don't think it would get us out. I think it would reveal something about our nature.

>>33684161
Put down the computer for now and look at the box. Change its Opened Value to True.

>>33684161
Open the purple box.

>>33684161
Take a shit on your computer. It's useless.

>>33684195
>Access online maps

You open the Map link from your homepage. This used to be invaluable when you were younger and couldn't figure out shit. It's a bit redundant now that you've developed a memory that works most of the time but you pull it up anyway for old time's sake.

A map of the House in its current configurations appears on the screen. It's shaped a bit like a wheel, with your bedroom as a circular hub with seven rooms forming 'spokes' in each direction.
There's a Door list on the side in case you forget.

Door 1) Basement
Door 2) Garden
Door 3) Gymnasium
Door 4) Kitchen
Door 5) Rumpus Room
Door 6) Bathroom
Door 7) Closet

This doesn't help you a whole lot.

>>33684242
>>33684256
>openopenopenopen

You pick up the ratty old box. It's about the size of your palm, obviously designed to hold a deck of cards. A bit larger than your usual size though.

You open it and find...that it's empty. Completely empty. Nothing in it. You're about to drop it back on the table when you feel something akin to an electric shock run through you.

Dream Value: 12
...
Dream Value: 37

You drop the box anyway and immediately introspect.

Gender Value: Indeterminate
Age Value: 16
Hunger Value: 100
Energy Value: 79
Strength Value: 23
Toughosity Value: 35
Quickness Value: 68
Sin Value: 0
Dream Value: 37

That's your vital statistics alright. No point in obfuscating. You know what most of them do but Dream Value...Dream Value has always been useless. It gets depleted every time you sleep and normally only rises in small amounts from entertainment, with extremely diminishing returns. You've never maxed it and you don't know what it does.

>>33684563
Go back to the bedroom and ask the spider to crawl the web for you. To find the sites you're not allowed to access.

>>33684563
Now we can't sleep until we max out the dream level.

>Check what computer games there are.

>>33684563
Go to the garden.

>>33684563
Hmm. That dream value seems interesting. We should go to the Garden. There might be something worth dreaming about there.

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>>33684563
>Sin Value: 0
Really, now. Nothing at all, in sixteen years. We ought to think about learning how to live.

>>33684768
It's because Jeesus died for our sins and he lives in our hearts...

That, or no morals so no sin.

>>33684612
>ready to game

Your laptop happens to have ALL of the Blockquest games. That's right, 1 to 7 baby. It's about a man made of blocks who stacks blocks on other blocks in a world made entirely of blocks. Some sequels change it up a bit but the core conceit remains the same.
Your favourite is Blockquest 4 due to them adding a rudimentary romance subsystem for you to woo your block husbando.
Wooing your block husbando does lead to Sin buildup though which you understand to maybe be bad in an unspecified way.

>>33684597
>seek spider wisdom

You leave the laptop to charge and wander back into your bedroom to consult Mrs Legs. You dreamed about this spider giving you advice once and have always tread lightly around it since.
Mrs Legs crawls over your hands for a bit before returning to her webs, no internet wisdom divulged.

>>33684685
>>33684727
>Go to the garden

Ah, the Garden. It's a relatively recent addition as you were only permitted to have a garden when your Age Value had exceeded 15. Same with the Gym.

A long rectangular room filled with rows of soil troughs, the walls of the garden room are very convincingly painted to make it look as if you are outside in a forest somewhere. A powerful solar lamp hangs far above and is probably just like the real Sun!
The troughs are filled with your little plant children and at the far end of the room is a locked metal chest containing your tools. It has a very potent Lock Value so you'd need to get the keys from the Basement if you want to use the implements within for some serious gardening.

>>33684978
>Masturbate in the garden while fantasizing about block husbandos.

>>33684936
>That, or no morals so no sin.
This seems more likely.

Round corners, soft toys, large pieces, few outlets. Laptop only has an intranet. So much safety. Ladies and/or gentlemen, I think it's time we start making this place a lot more dangerous.

Our captors want to keep us safe. Let's see how far they're willing to go.

>>33684978
>Greet plant children by name
>Retrieve shed key

>>33684978
Let's go get that key. While we're in the basement, take a good look around.

>>33684978
>A powerful solar lamp hangs far above
Those solar lamps get hot. Very hot. Our walls are made of white plastic...

>>33685029
Take Mrs. Legs to the Garden so she can see what she's missing out on before you crush her.

>>33685178
You best not fuck with Mrs. Legs. She'll bite a nigga.

>>33685281
We'll see...we'll see.

I bet we get an awesome plant if we bury her carcass.

>>33685029

You make an honest attempt but you just can't do it! Your current Sin Value only allows you somewhat suggestive fantasies at best.

>>33685097
>>33685124
>tend to plant children and then retrieve key

You kneel down and crawl among the troughs, calling out to your plants by name. They are the first and only living thing that you've ever had responsibility for. You sometimes like to entertain fantasies of caring for your plants SO WELL that you are deemed responsible and adult enough to be freed.
Also one day you might eat them.

But hold on a second. There are some imposters here. When did these proverbial cuckoos roost in your herbological nest?
Your plants are all purple with tender red buds. But right here sitting in your troughs amongst them are some strange green frondy things.
What's their deal?

Eh. Something to think about later! You have keys to get.

You go back to your bedroom and open Door 1, which opens to a short flight of stairs and into the Basement.
Even with the lights turned on to their maximum Brightness Value, the Basement is dimly lit. It is the technical room, full of all kinds of machinery you only vaguely understand. The keys to the garden box are hanging besides the Gym keys on the special Quadruple Key Hook sticking out of the wall. Also located here is the Doorwheel, which you occasionally spin around when you want to mix things up. It is currently set to:

1) Basement
2) Garden
3) Gymnasium
4) Kitchen
5) Rumpus Room
6) Bathroom
7) Closet

Next to the Doorwheel is a complicated abacus hooked up to a computer terminal of some sort, the monitor displaying your face. You’ve always wondered what that does but the entire thing is password locked and impervious to harm.

You take the Garden Key and head back to your plants...

>>33685178

...with a short detour to pick up Mrs Legs! She doesn't seem interested in the garden though.

>>33685343
Well, well, well. Our Sin is power. Sin lets us do what our enemies don't want us to do.

We will have to start small. Mister Rumples insulted us at breakfast. We will make the wretch suffer. Find something very long, stick him at the end, and hold him up by the sunlamp until he is burnt beyond saving.

>>33685343
Water your plants. Put Mrs. Legs on your head.

>>33685343
>Open tool shed door

>>33685343
That quadruple key hook... has there ever been anything on it?
The abacus, what happens when we move its pieces?

>>33685343
Taste the green plants.

>>33685343
Examine our gardening tools. They could prove useful, maybe for things that aren't gardening.

>>33685532

The Quadruple Key Hook, as the name suggests, is clearly designed to hold four keys. Back before your Age Value exceeded 15 it held no keys at all. Now it usually holds two, the keys to the Gym and to the Garden tools.
You try to move one of the beads on the mechanical computer-abacus thingy but to no avail. Damn things are rock solid and jammed.

>>33685530

You open the tool chest to find a plethora of garden tools. A lot of these are spiky and thus immeasurably dangerous! Probably why the Garden was age-restricted.

>>33685435

You take the rake and go back to the Kitchen, where the Housemate is fortunately still asleep. You impale Mister Rumples for his crimes and start toasting him in the Garden.
You feel a sudden rush of vile freedom. You may be helpless but folk like Mister Rumples are still under your power. You can do whatever you like to them.

Sin Value: 7

>>33685441

Having punished Rumples quite adequately, you take up your watering can from the tool chest. It is already full of water! You don't know where it comes from.
You usually drink from the Bathroom.

You water the plants, children and imposters alike. Mrs Legs seems somewhat distressed so you let her take up residence on top of your head.

>>33685585

A thought suddenly occurs to you after you finish up the watering. You were saving your children for eating later but what have these interlopers done to earn your love?
Is it not your right to eat these trespassers? They might taste nice.

You know literally nothing about poisons so this train of thought seems quite sensible.

It...it tastes funny.

You feel very strange.

Dream Value: 100

Everything around you seems to change focus, all the pretty colours blurring together. Wow. Fucking neat.
Thanks to these unknown plants, your Dream Value has maxed out for the first time in your life. It is now overflowing into your general experiences and tainting them.

You've never felt like this before.

>>33685897
Go to sleep. Time for dreams.

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>>33685897
>Sin Value: 7
Yes. YES!

>>33685897
Explore the house. See what has changed now that our mind is not the same.

>>33686113
LIking this. See is Mrs. Legs has any advice now.

>>33685897
Fuck! It's probably going to stay this way forever! What if my housemate wakes up and sees me like this?
>grab the sharpest tool from the garden

>>33685897
>>33686060
Is listening to the devil really what we want to do? Mister Rumples was our friend. We don't have many friends. If we start killing everything we love, we'll run out of things to love. Then we'll be all alone.

What gardening tools do we have? Is there a shovel?

>>33686207
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

>>33685897
Go back to our bedroom and have a stern talking to with the other bears. Make sure they know what happens when they disrespect us.

>>33686227
>Tools!

You do have a shovel. In addition to the shovel, watering can and rake you also have a hoe, a trowel, a small gardening fork and a bag of dirt. All of this is contained within the Tool Chest.

>>33686189

Acting through a strange desire, you grab the gardening fork.


>>33686113
>>33686152
>Explorate

You wander through the House, your mind doing its best not to split in two. You can't let yourself lose track of the center you gained during your thought exercises this morning.

And yet, you're happy. Happier than you've felt for ages. You skip from room to room and then the Housemate is waiting for you in the Kitchen.

With a flicker the mannequin is suddenly standing in front of his chair. He moves towards you in static bursts, like an old stop-motion cartoon.
You don't feel happy anymore. You don't want this. Please go away. Don't do this again.

A '7' is inscribed on his blank visage. You stumble back into the bedroom. You are not followed.
You don't want to go back there. You keep retreating back into your bedroom until you bang your shin on your bedpost.

>>33685953

You crawl under the covers, the light from the plastic walls dimming in response. You don't really intend to but something in your brain just switches off.
You go to sleep.

...

Your eyes open immediately, feeling as if you just blinked. Only now you don’t feel tired. You feel...sharp. More awake than you have been for years.
The old fear has receded, leaving but an empty shadow. The Housemate is to be loved, not hated. You know this.

You are lying in your bed but all of your stuff is gone. What’s more, the room isn’t so annoyingly circular anymore, rather taking the form of a nice square. Straight above you on the ceiling are the numbers 1 3 3 7 scrawled in lipstick. What’s that about?

Go back to the garden. Get the shovel.

>>33686463

>Check under your bed.
>Consult Mrs. Legs

>>33686463
Go down to the basement. Use the numbers as a code into the computer

>>33686463
Resist the new feeling. The Housemate is our enemy. The Housemate is to be hated. Not feared. Hated. Murdered... but that can wait

>>33686463
See if Mrs. Legs is still on your head.

>>33686463
This wasn't the first time the Housemate woke up. Try to remember the time before.

>>33686463
What numbers are on the doors?

>>33686463
Query age value.

>>33686816
It's 16

>>33686680
>>33686624
>Mrs Legs shenanigans

You check your heard but Mrs Legs seems to have vanished entirely. She's not under the bed either.
You notice that besides the bed is a paper lantern illuminated from within by what looks like a group of six glowing butterflies.

>>33686816
>Query age value

Your Age Value is still 16.

>>33686698
>remember the last time the Housemate woke up

You really don't want to. It was frightening. All you remember these days is him grabbing you and then darkness. You didn't eat that day.

>>33686754
>What numbers are on the doors?

The doors are still numbered from 1 to 7 but now instead of in no-nonsense black numerals, the numbers are strange neon constructions.
You're pretty sure by this point that you are dreaming. This is a dream. You are in a dream. That's a bit of a first for you!

>>33686679
>Resist the feelings about the Housemate

You don't want to think anymore about the Housemate right now thanks.

>>33686550
>>33686625
>Go do various things

You push yourself out of the bed, noting that your pyjamas are no longer stained.

Dream Value: 99

It also seems that your Dream Value is steadily dropping, ticking away with every single action you take.
You might want to think about what exactly you want to do in here if you're limited in actions.

>>33687056
Just making sure we didn't fall asleep for multiple years.

>>33687111
See if our computer has unrestricted internet access.

>>33687111
Look at the computer's News page.

>>33687111
Open the lantern and see what the butterflies do.

>>33687111
Visit the garden again. See if the basement condition has changed.

>>33687340
Are you literally retarded?

>>33687375
He was implying that he would not interject an action, not that the MC should stay silent and watch...

>>33687340
*kicks in balls*
I said back the fuck off??!?!

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>>33687340
You don't need to post if you've got nothing to say, bro.

>>33687432
>>33687418
>>33687375
>/tg/ hates character RP in quests
:(

>>33687161
>>33687189

You dont have your laptop with you right now! Plus, you're pretty sure none of your possessions exist in the dream except for the clothes on your back.
And even they've had a bit of a wash.

>>33687196
>Fiddle with lantern

You open the lantern by the bed. The butterflies don't seem to notice.

>>33687236
>check garden, then basement

You stumble through Door 2 and into the Garden Room only...it isn't really a room anymore is it? The wallpaper filled with forest imagery has been replaced by the Garden being outside in a genuine forest! With an actual sky and everything! You can feel real (dream) sunlight upon your face.
All of the troughs are now just rows of tilled soil within the ground itself and all of them are growing that strange dream-enhancing plant.
There is also an idyllic path leading off through the woods in the opposite direction.

Dream Value: 98

You might check that out, you might not. You want to see the Basement first. You head back into the Bedroom.

Dream Value: 97

You enter the Basement and it's almost exactly the same. You're a little disappointed. There are a few differences though! The Quadruple Keyhook by the door is missing, replaced by a glowing four-petalled flower growing from the wall. The Doorwheel has ???? set as every available option. And finally that weird abacus-computer thing with your face selected on its monitor is floating slightly in the air, a dark hole sitting beneath it.
You enter 1 3 3 7 into the abacus computer just in case. Password Denied. Dang. You were really hoping that that was an important dream clue. And it still might be!
Just not to this problem in particular.

Dream Value: 95

>>33687455
No shit. We're anons controlling one character, not some fags circle jerking over our own namefag personas.

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>>33687475
Were there the same green plants in the forest?

>>33687475
>Walk down the forest path.

>>33687535
We might try eating one to extend our dream, but let's save that until our Dream Value is very low. It might do the opposite and make us wake up.

>>33687475
>Go to the Rumpus Room
>Find the purple box

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>>33687535
I mean, pick some of them for use later. I forgot what I read before I typed. It's getting late

>>33687588
Good point. Do this before walking down forest path.

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>>33687588
thirding this

>>33687535
Yeah, they're all over the place. Like an infestation.

>Go to the Rumpus Room
>Find the purple box

You walk back through your Bedroom to get to the Rumpus Room. You still don't really understand what is going on here but those plants and that nasty old card box both appeared at the same time. You don't have to be a genius to see a connection, I mean really.

The Rumpus Room in the dream is less of a Rumpus Room and more of a Rumpus Cosmos. You walk out into a void of flashing seizure colours. They expand as far as you can see, gazing out into an unknowable scale.But regardless of the Rumpus Room’s now infinite size, the table, television, jukebox and whatnot sit where they have always been, the powerpoint even hovering in the air where the wall is in reality.
You decide not to question this.

Dream Value: 93

The television is on, showing a parade of still images that flicker and change too fast for you to make anything out. The jukebox is emitting a low hum.
You grab the purple card box. It feels warm to the touch. Like human flesh. It's still empty and you don't get any fancy shocks like before but it still feels right.

Dream Value: 92

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>>33687989
Put some of the green plants in the purple box and head down the forest path.

I have to post pictures because there's one permaloaded into my slot.

>>33687989
>Take the box
>Investigate the garden forest

>>33687989
What powerpoint? Don't spend an action on investigating it, just see if you can remember what it is in a nice easy way.

Keep the card box with us, then go to the basement.

>>33688154
Power point can be used as a term to refer to power outlets

>>33687989
Go down the forest path.

>Take box
>Investigate garden forest more thoroughly

You walk back through the Bedroom to the Garden forest. You've decided that you're definitely enjoying the Bedroom's new cubical aesthetic.

Once back in the Garden forest, you stuff some of the dream weeds into the box. It doesn't do anything but it is a pretty convenient way of carrying it!

You skip along the winding path, following it deep into the forest.It eventually comes to an end within a small clearing.
A strange dream clown sits crosslegged within a circle of toadstools, his eyes closed.
If this wasn't a dream and thus a complete fabrication, this would be the first time you've ever met another proper person!

Dream Value: 88

>>33688513
Ask him to share with you his wisdom

>>33688513
Remember how to talk, then say hello.

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>>33688513
Greet the clown and offer him a plant.

>Greet the clown, ask for circus wisdom

Even if this is a dream, you should still be polite. Clowns are people too after all. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is not actually true and only appears in this tale of make-believe, do not greet clowns in real life

You open your mouth and croak out something unintelligible. Hold on, you can do this. Talking is so easy that toddlers learn how to do it. You're just a little out of practice, alright?

"H-hello?"
That came out less badass than you hoped.

The clown opens his eyes and smiles. Despite being a clown, he looks almost human. Only the subtle differences in proportion alert you to him being a true clown rather than a human wearing clown makeup.
"Well, howdy there. Welcome to my magical realm."

"Who? I m-mean...what?"
For some reason the clown is now making you extremely uncomfortable.

"Or should I say YOUR magical realm? This is your Dream World after all. I am the Fool. Number 0."

"What is t-this?"
You don't feel up to saying anything as complex as 'Dream World' or 'magical realm' right now.

He laughs. He sounds like a hacksaw.
"The Dream World is your power. Or what's left of it anyway. So am I, I guess. You could call me a fragment of your mind or your soul. The same is true for all of my compatriots."

"C-ompa...C?"
You don't understand any of this.

"I'm just the harbinger. The others will follow now. You better watch out though. They can be a picky bunch. But if you ever manage to see them all, you can meet with me back in the beginning."

The Fool fades away, leaving only his smile behind. No seriously, all of his teeth fall out as he disappears. They're lying all over the ground covered in blood. You think about grabbing one but they too fade away a few seconds later.

Dream Value: 84

You didn't really 'get' what he was on about but you might have been given some sort of bullshit dream quest.

>>33688979
This is depressing

>Go to kitchen

>>33688979
He said he was Number 0. That is very orderly. It means he is the first in a sequence. There must be other clowns! We should try to find them. Clowns usually travel in circuses, and circuses sometimes take people away with them.

>>33688979
Go to the gym

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>>33688979
Go find and open door number 8.

>>33689045
>This is depressing

Oh dear. That was not my intention. Is it something in particular?

>Go to Gym/Kitchen

You walk back down the path back to the Garden. There is a bearded old man in overalls tending to the imposter plants.

Dream Value: 83

Interrupt your journey to see what his deal is?

>>33689335
Talk to him

>>33689335
Yes. He likes the plants, and the plants brought us here. Anyone who takes care of the plants seems like he might be a good person.

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>>33689335
Some people get depressed when they're confused.

Hide the box of plants from him, behind the back, and greet. Ask him what number he is.

>Yes

A second person in your dream already? You're starting to feel a little lost already. You rarely dream and never this vividly and never about people other than yourself. It almost feels a little violating. As if your safe spaces are being invaded. By naught but simulacrums, no less. Who are all you false people?

You greet him in a coarse whisper. He looks up at you. He's wearing plaid socks. He squints a couple of times and then shrugs.
"I don't have time for the likes of you. Not yet, anyway. But maybe if you get yourself a fairy lantern I might give you the time of day."

He turns his back to you.

"N-no...Talk to me. Say some-something. Say it. Please?"
I don't want you people here but I don't want you to go.

He huffs at your persistance and he shakes his head.

Dream Value: 82

>>33689688
Go back for the butterfly lantern

>>33689688
Go get the butterfly light and come back

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>>33689731
>>33689743
Don't forget to close it before we take it to him. Wouldn't want butterflies to leak out.

>>33689688
Go back to the bedroom, get the glowing butterfly lantern, and show it to him. Maybe that's what he wants to see.

>>33689731
>>33689743
>>33689820
>lanternlanternlantern

You nearly run back to your room, grabbing the paper lantern from where it had been sitting. You very nearly shake the butterflies loose but a last minute thought compels you to jam the lid back on just in the nick of time.

Holding it in one hand and your deck box in the other, you traipse triumphantly back into the Garden. The old man's face lights up at the sight of you holding the lantern aloft. Figuratively and literally.

"That's a fine fairy lantern you got there...miss?"
He peers at you, clearly unable to really get a bead on you.
"Hmph. I owe you an apology. I am the Magician. You've spoken to the Fool and unlocked all the rest of us now so you're going to be in for it, I can tell you that. Now, hold on a minute. You've got something in your ear."

You flinch away as he reaches for you. His expression softens.
"I won't hurt ya. I can't."
He passes his palm by your ear and then pulls back, revealing a glittering silver key in his hand.
A real live (dream) magic trick! You've only read about those in books.

"This ought to be useful, I hope. You can never have too many keys. Especially when you've got something as potent as that 'hook in your basement."

"W-w-w-wait. Are you saying-"

He starts to fade away, for a split second revealing a jagged rainbow-hued crystal cut roughly into the shape and size of a man. That disappears too, absorbed within...yourself?
You feel slightly more powerful and yet also drained at the same time.

Dream Value: 70

The deck box in your hand throbs like a living thing.

>>33690098
Look at the box, but don't mess with the plants inside.

>>33690098
Go into the gym. We've not seen inside there recently, so seeing it in the dream will be less surprising.

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>>33690148
Seconding. Then check out the gym.

>>33690200
Seconding this second

>Check out box, proceed to the SWOLEROOM

You open the deck box to find a few new additions. For starters, the key that he pulled out of your ear is now inside! And there's now an actual card inside.
It's a bit bigger than your average playing card and it smells very nice. It depicts a robed man holding a double-ended candle above a desk cluttered with iconography. An infinity symbol crowns his head. The text at the bottom reads 'The Magician'.
You know, if you squint just right the guy in the card looks like a younger, clean-shaven version of the old man. Which makes sense, you guess.

With that taken care of, you decide to go check out what the Gym looks like in this 'Dream World' thingamabob.

Once again you step out into daylight, this time bright and searing. The Gym has changed entirely. You walk out across a field of sand, a bloodstained arena surrounded by throngs of cheering fanatics. Some of them lash out as you pass, trying to grab you, trying to tear you.

At the very center is a coil of rope that unwinds straight upwards, disappearing into nothingness. Standing by it is a tall muscular man with a deep tan wearing a set of chinos and a Hawaiian shirt.
You dont really know what to do in this situation.

Dream Value: 68

>>33690534
Ask him what the rope's for.

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>>33690534
Go into the kitchen.

>>33690534
Ask him if he is entertained

>>33690534
Ask him what number he is

>>33690534
Stand by the rope, on the opposite end as the man. Ask him who he is.

>Talk to him

He grins as you approach, cutting you off before you can untangle your tongue well enough to say anything. You're still not used to talking to people, it's perfectly fine. Even if they're just figments of your own subconscious imagination or whatever the fuck.
"You don't look like a tough one but hey, it takes all kinds right? Put 'er here."

He holds out his grossly overswole hand to shake. You can see the individual muscles within his fingers and all of them are probably stronger than your entire body. This is the grip of a man who could destroy you.

You are unsure if you want to shake this hand.

Dream Value: 67

>>33690781
Shake his hand

>>33690781
Do it. Shake his hand. Look him in the eye while you do it.

Don't say anything until after though. This will take concentration.

>>33690781
>Shake one finger

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>>33690781
Number 8, I presume?

>>33690875
Khorne's number?

>>33690781
Shake it. Try to hide the fact that we are a wimp without looking like we're hiding it. Fail miserably, reveal what he already knew

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>>33690925
Negative, sir.

>SHAKE THE HAND

You hesitantly take your hand in his and inititate the handshake. You know immediately that you have made a grave mistake.
This is not a friendly handshake or a bromantic embrace. It isnt even the limp honourshake between sworn enemies. No. This handshake is a massacre. Practically a genocide in friendly gesture form.
He starts off slow, crushing your hand in his. It only takes a second for your bones to start popping. Pain shoots up through your arm and into the rest of the body and you try to pull away but you can't because he's still shaking your hand.
This is the kind of handshake that you would need to bite your own limbs off to escape. Blossoms spring to life behind your eyes as your vision darkens and fills with sparks. You sink to your knees, trying to beg him to stop but you can't marshal your words quickly enough.
What the fuck can you do about something this grotesque?

His lips move ever so quietly, framing the words so that you see them more than you really hear them. It's an epitaph and an eulogy for those foolish enough to perform the Shake while understrengthed.

"Pussy ass bitch."

And with those words fresh in your mind, unconsciousness finally claims you and all goes black. It would seem that your first excursion into the magical world of dreams ends here. It's time for you to wake up.

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Alright, that was fun but I'm going to sleep now so we'll end the first thread here. Same time tomorrow, if you're still interested.

>>33691166
This was fun. My weekend completely fell apart, so I was going to be bored. Instead, I got to play this. Thank you.

Even if my attempt to be an anti-conscience wasn't appriciated

>>33691166
Good first thread. Might be useful to get a twitter so we know when you're running.

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>>33691166
Thanks for running, will you be archiving?

>>33691290
If you want it archived, get it on suptg. Quests are their biggest thing.

>>33691331
>>33691290

Done.