This is a good one. Well done, OP.
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I feel like I’m reading a Choose Your Own Adventure book.
- You decide to go back into the stadium, page 23.
- You decide to continue down the hall, page 65.
PAGE 65 PLEASE
You're in a damp concrete hallway, quiet except for the soft buzzing of the bare fluorescent lights. As you walk down the gentle slope you come across a nondescript steel door. You linger for a second until you hear a loud scream on the other side.
- That's none of your business, keep walking down the hallway, page 72
- Open the door, page 67
Hmm, keeping a finger on the page, I activate my pyschic powers and peek ahead to page 67.
You open the door to find a group of naked people sitting in a circle. One woman is in the center, arms flung wide, head tilted back, screaming to the ceiling.
After the door slams behind you, you realize you don't remember actually entering the room. You look back at the door. As you turn around you see that the naked woman is gone.
In her place is an elderly man, wearing a pinstripe suite. He leans on a baseball bat as if it's a cane. All the naked folk in the circle are staring unblinkingly at you. All together, in perfect unison they say "that's strike one."
The man walks over to you and offers you a box of cracker jacks. As he extends his arm he says "you'll never believe how great these can be! Here have some"
Do you:
Quietly take some cracker jacks to avoid angering the creepy nudist cult you've stumbled upon? Page 115
Turn around and try to flee this freak show? Page 1
Uuuuummm 115 please
You feel a slight tingle as you scoop up a small handful of cracker jacks, and everyone in the room leans slightly towards you. You raise your hand towards your mouth and are slightly overcome with nostalgia as the smell of caramel begins to take over your senses.
You open your mouth to take a bite and you hear a cheer erupt from the stadium. Something good must have happened in the game you think to yourself... wait, was there a game?
Concentrate on the game, turn to page 66.
Eat the cracker jacks, turn to page 101.
I can catch the game later, 101
You shove your handful of Cracker Jacks into your mouth and carelessly drop a few pieces onto the floor in the process. As you're enjoying your sweet, salty snack, you realize that the nudists are all staring at the pieces that you've dropped. You start to get the suspicion that you might have just offended them.
- Attempt to slowly back out of the door, pg 122
- Eat the dropped pieces, pg 113
- Just stand there, pg 102
Waste not, want not, 113
The words "strike two" pause in the cultists' mouths as you pick up the stray morsels and pop them in your mouth. The man in the pinstripe suit makes eye contact and nods his approval.
He gestures to an empty space the eight cultists have made in the circle.
- Join the cult, pg 347
- Attempt to slowly back out of the door, pg 122
Fuck that! These people wanna get me naked it's gonna take more than a box of cracker jacks! 122
You begin to have second thoughts as you see the circle of naked people begin to crawl towards you. You begin to back towards the door but soon feel the room being to spin.
"Told you they were gOoOoOdDdD!" The man in the suit says as you fall to the floor. You look to see the circle of naked people all around you and notice how sharply pointed all of their teeth are just before everything goes dark...
YOU DIED.
You have died, please burn this book
Drat!
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That wall looks very thin.
that little discontinuity/buckle in the floor near the end of the wall on the hallway side feels pretty sketchy
Ooh, the gradually downwards-curving ones always do it for me.
Damn this one is giving me some kind of feeling
Reminds me of our old baseball park before they demolished it and built the new one, well not so new now, but I can still smell the mix of spilled old beer, peanut shells and urine. Memories.