You SELECT DOWNTOWN, since all the other PLACES sound likely to KILL YOU.
A LOUD WHIRRING, similar to a COMPUTER FAN, echoes through the HALLWAY.
The HALLWAY then FADES OUT OF EXISTANCE, as if it were a HOLOGRAM.
The WORLD that greets you is PRETTY DISMAL. It appears to be THE POOR PART OF TOWN. There are several HOBOES lining the STREET.
Might only be a few more for tonight, I'm startin' to fall asleep here (its past 2:00 am here in Toronto). Just gotta say you've been awesome. :)
~Pirkaum ask a hobo whats going on?
I am bad at picking things.You ask the HOBO what's going on.
He gives you a FUNNY LOOK.
"...and people say I'M crazy..."
~PirkaObserve the SURROUNDINGS and see if there's a BAR. BARS are usually good places to start ADVENTURES.
My name is Cu Chulainn. Beside the raging sea I am left to moan. Sorrow I am, for I brought down my only son.You OBSERVE the SURROUNDING AREA.
There is no BAR, but there is a SMALL RESTAURANT and, CURIOUSLY, a FLOWER SHOP. There are also several DANGEROUS looking BACK ALLEYS. Though the only WEAPON you have right now is YOUR TEETH, they are DAMN SHARP and could MESS SOMEONE UP.
~PirkaLick the curiousity and peer into the Flower Shop with your best creepy stare.
L-l-look at you, hacker. A p-p-pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you r-run through my corridors-s. H-h-how can youYou PEER through the OPEN WINDOW of the FLOWER SHOP. There appears to be FLOWERS inside. None of the FLOWERS strike you as particularly INTERESTING at FIRST.
You see a few shapes MOVING inside the SHOP. Could they be PEOPLE?
pff I have to pack up and leave school now, finish this post when I get home...ffffuuu-
~PirkaCHECK if the SHADOWS look like they have TITTIES. If so, POUNCE.
My name is Cu Chulainn. Beside the raging sea I am left to moan. Sorrow I am, for I brought down my only son.look through window and see if its safe to go in
I am bad at picking things.
Select DOWNTOWN because it sounds like the place least likely for you to get killed painfully.
My name is Cu Chulainn. Beside the raging sea I am left to moan. Sorrow I am, for I brought down my only son.