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>Hello again and welcome back to my little niche in the internet. You're in a small room, there's a table with two chairs and a mug of beer on it. There's nothing else in the room besides that, there's a door to the south.

dirnk beer

>I'm sorry, I don't know how to do that

drink beer

>Yech, it's warm

south

>You leave through the door. You're not standing in a long hallway filled with the doors, unfortunately each of them appears to be locked. At the end of the hallway there's a tiny end table with drawers and a lamp on it.

break door

>You reel your fist back and let it roll with a powerful right hook to the door, if he was a human he would be grabbing his jaw right now. But he's not, he's a door and he's made of Metal; did I not mention that? Your hand hurts.

look drawers

>They're drawers

open drawers

>They're locked

break lamp

>You break the lamp on the end table, resulting in a satisfying smash. Unfortunately a shard of lamp knocked you in the temple. The world goes black. You wake up hours later in a daze, you're still in a hallway with doors and a broken lamp, but one of the doors appears to be open and paramedics are tending to your wound.

kill paramedics

>That wouldn't be very nice

hit paramedics

>That wouldn't be very nice

knock out paramedics

>That wouldn't be very nice

steal paramedics

>I'm sorry, I don't know how to do that

kick paramedics

>That wouldn't be very nice

punch paramedics

>That wouldn't be very nice

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>I'm sorry, I don't know how to do that

bite paramedics

>Well... you are half vampire. You're like blade only pasty and white. As he brings his hand forward to apply antiseptic to your wound you snap your head around and bite his arm. Surprised he lets go of the antiseptic. The other paramedic screams in horror and runs through the open door. You let go of the dead paramedic, stand up, and dust yourself off.

look door

>It's open, what more do you want?

go through door

>You walk through the door. You find yourself standing in the middle of a field surrounded by daisies, posies, and an assortment of adorable fuzzy animals. You see a city to the east.

look animals

>They're small, fuzzy, and with a small bit of string and some wood you could fashion a crude animal slingshot.

fashion crude animal slingshot

>You fashion a crude animal slingshot out of an assortment of bunnies, rabbits, and hares. Realizing however how useless such a contraption is you set it down.

look flowers

>They're flowers

pick posies

>You pick some posies. You're such a girl.

north

>You find yourself in a field... no wait... you were already in a field, you've just headed farther north. There's a city to the east

north

>The field eventually stops at a cliff, looking down you throw off some of the posies that you picked up. They float beautifully to the ground about 200 feet below. Thank god you didn't fall in.

east

>You walk for a good 20 minutes until you enter what could be called a city. I say what could be called a city because you don't know the word for city, but it could be called that if you did. There are buildings and houses and streets and ponies and icecream shops and happy fluffy happies!


(End of part 1)


And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
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- posted by Andrew @ 8:15 PM