>Generate a flashlight with the power of your mind and aim it at the ceiling to make sure that you are not about to have an internal combustion engine, or a velociraptor, dropped on your face, and then climb up it! : )
You aim your imaginary torch at the imaginary ceiling, revealing an imaginary velociraptor straddling an imaginary internal combustion engine, suspended precariously overhead.
In reality, of course, you have no idea what's up there. Alas, imaginary flashlights can't penetrate real darkness.
>See if the ladder goes down as well
The ground at the base of the ladder feels firm under your feet.
>Climb the ladder without using your hands.
Feeling daring, you climb the ladder using your elbows instead of hands. This turns out to be unexpectedly easy.
>Don't fall.
You had no intention of falling, and you refrain from doing so even when your head bumps up against a solid object. It's fairly weighty, but it moves upwards when you press against it.
You emerge in another dark room. This one doesn't stink so much. It feels good to breathe again!
>Figure out "who threw that".
It appears to have been thrown from one of the castle windows.
>ENTER SANDMAN
Oh, uh. Hey Morpheus.
>Dope slap whoever did that.
You'd like to. In order to do that, you would first have to actually go inside the castle, which would mean leaving your Happy Place and venturing into your unconscious mind.
>Return thread to the top
You take the reel of imaginary thread back to the imaginary big top.
((Yeah, so. Finally updated. I was surprised and delighted that there's still interest in this, and I fully intend to keep updating it as long as that interest remains. Only thing is, updating this thread invariably takes a lot longer than I anticipate it doing, so I'm afraid updates are going to be pretty infrequent, at least until I'm done with my assignments. Once those are done with I should be able to post these more often, but in the meantime, thanks for being patient. ^_^))
The circus leader is delighted to have you on board as the Amazing Sparkling Vampire.
You needn't worry about attracting the attention of the Volturi. Your Happy Place is a strictly life-threatening-danger-free zone.
>Ask Morpheus to autograph your copy of American Gods
Dream of the Endless thinks you may have gotten your Neil Gaiman stories confused, but signs your imaginary copy of American Gods nevertheless.
>Find the bearded lady and ask her her secrets.
The bearded lady is unsure why she should tell her secrets to a complete stranger, and finds your cajolings tedious and unmoving.
>Generate map of the real world and imaginary world
You imagine a map of the locations you have been to since you woke up. It's pretty inexact, since you're working from memory, and you're not sure where exactly the place where you woke up exists in relation to wherever you are now, other than that it's likely some distance overhead.
Locations in your imaginary Happy Place are not fixed. Any attempt to map them spatially would be quite arbitrary.
>Retrieve mushroom. Use as lamp to explore room.
You retrieve one of the fungi from near the base of the ladder, and return to the chamber above.
The floor looks to be dry concrete. You find some mattresses.
You are definitely no longer in the sewers. You find a microwave oven and some wooden cupboards.
> Contemplate on your subconscious mind
Your unconscious consists of your unaccessed memories, as well as a variety of involuntary mental processes that influence your conscious behaviour in subtle but significant ways. It follows that anything that happens in your imaginary world that was not your intention must be the result of your unconscious.
It's possible that your memories of who you are and how you got here also reside there.
>Explore the deepest, darkest, scariest part of your unconscious mind.
Where angels fear to tread, you stride boldly forwards - nervous, but determined to be master of your own mind.
After a short walk down a gloomy, featureless passageway, you arrive in a room with three other exits: to your left, to your right, and straight ahead. >find that the McMacho catperson is the source of this whole ordeal
You have no idea who this 'McMacho catperson' might be, but if they're responsible for everything that's happened to you lately, you're going to make damn sure they regret it. You've been abducted, bitten by a shark, and very nearly crushed to death, and some of that filthy water went in your mouth. You are determined to track down whoever is responsible and communicate exactly how you feel about this treatment.
>Rifle through the cabinets for delicious meat products. Check for cutlery or other kitchen tools that might be useful on your journey.
In the cabinet above the microwave you find:
5 tins of beans
3 tins of tuna
2 cans of supermarket brand cola
a tin of mushy peas
a tin of condensed milk
a tin of wieners
a Kilner jar containing pickled onions
some baking soda
a jar of instant coffee
a bottle of hot sauce
some kind of weird clockwise red spiral thing?
In the cabinet under the microwave you find:
4 stainless steel dinner knives
4 stainless steel dinner spoons
4 stainless steel dinner forks
a saucepan
a frying pan
a ladle
a box of Betty Crocker cake mix
a toaster oven
a salt shaker
a pepper pot
a glass bottle containing vinegar
a bread knife
a pizza cutter
an electric kettle
a tin of soup
a loaf of bread
a can opener
Under the sink you find:
some pipes
a bottle of drain cleaner
a bottle of washing-up liquid
a scrubbing brush
an old rag
>Go left, right, then Dennis, and groan at this Homestar Runner reference of a command.
You go through the doorway to your left.
You go right again, taking you back to where you started.
You arrive at Dennis and groan. Dennis groans, too.
Exits are: NOT DENNIS
>Charge straight ahead with a screwdriver.
You don't have a screwdriver!
It seems that in your Unconscious you have access only to those items you have in reality. If you're going to imagine anything useful, you're going to need to give your imagination a boost somehow.
>Calm down! You're in someone's house.
You take some deep breaths, and your Panic! Gauge falls.
> Change into the color HH shirt in your imagination
You change into the COLOURED SHIRT, and stow the old black and white shirt in your imaginary inventory.
>Examine the red spiral. Check for edibility.
Up close, the spiral appears to shimmer. When you reach for it, you find that you can't touch it; a POWERFUL FORCE seems to be repelling your hand, rather like a strong magnet.
>Run around the imaginary pink building and pretend to be a pony!
Consciously, you imagine yourself to be a pony and gallop around the lobby.
However, you remain unconsciously aware of your humanoid shape!
>Leave the dinosaur skull for now, arm yourself with the bread knife.
You drop the rather saurian-looking pig skull and transfer your squirt gun to the inventory slot that the skull previously occupied. You equip the BREAD KNIFE as your weapon.
>Fill the squirt gun with a combination of hot sauce and drain cleaner.
First you empty the water in your squirt gun down the sink. Then, you pour the LIQUID DRAIN CLEANER into the squirt gun, something very dangerous which you would never try at home!
You mix in some BLAZING INFERNO HELLFIRE SAUCE for good measure, which maxes out your squirt gauge.
Spray somebody with this and you will certainly ruin their day. And probably also their life.
You return the now empty drain cleaner and hot sauce bottles to their respective cupboards, and carefully place the loaded squirt gun in your inventory.
>write yaoi fanfiction
You don't have anything to write with! But that's OK. You use your imagination instead.
JACOB: Edward I imprinted on you, I couldn't help it. Promise to tell nobody!
EDWARD: Shh Jacob, it's okay
>Channel sexual frustration caused by yaoi to master dangerous ORGONE powers.
You're sorry, did someone say something?
Oh, right!
You attempt to channel your sexual frustration into orgone powers, but strain all you might, nothing seems to happen. Maybe orgone is also fake as shit, or maybe you need an orgone accumulator to harness your true potential. Who knows? As it is you're now just uncomfortably horny.
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You give the sturdy metal structure a prod. It feels like a horizontal bar.
>Examine the Metallica.
They appear to be some kind of band-
Oi! Who threw that?
>Examine the Metallica.
You examine the metallic bar with your hands, and can make out the shape of a ladder.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
See if the ladder goes down as well
Oh wow, she's still wearing that rubber band.
>Zestpoole: Dope slap whoever did that.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
It shall sink beneath the waves of the threads forever, in the manner of R'lyeh, the eldritch metropolis.
>Generate a flashlight with the power of your mind and aim it at the ceiling to make sure that you are not about to have an internal combustion engine, or a velociraptor, dropped on your face, and then climb up it! : )
You aim your imaginary torch at the imaginary ceiling, revealing an imaginary velociraptor straddling an imaginary internal combustion engine, suspended precariously overhead.
In reality, of course, you have no idea what's up there. Alas, imaginary flashlights can't penetrate real darkness.
>See if the ladder goes down as well
The ground at the base of the ladder feels firm under your feet.
>Climb the ladder without using your hands.
Feeling daring, you climb the ladder using your elbows instead of hands. This turns out to be unexpectedly easy.
>Don't fall.
You had no intention of falling, and you refrain from doing so even when your head bumps up against a solid object. It's fairly weighty, but it moves upwards when you press against it.
You emerge in another dark room. This one doesn't stink so much. It feels good to breathe again!
>Figure out "who threw that".
It appears to have been thrown from one of the castle windows.
>ENTER SANDMAN
Oh, uh. Hey Morpheus.
>Dope slap whoever did that.
You'd like to. In order to do that, you would first have to actually go inside the castle, which would mean leaving your Happy Place and venturing into your unconscious mind.
>Return thread to the top
You take the reel of imaginary thread back to the imaginary big top.
((Yeah, so. Finally updated. I was surprised and delighted that there's still interest in this, and I fully intend to keep updating it as long as that interest remains. Only thing is, updating this thread invariably takes a lot longer than I anticipate it doing, so I'm afraid updates are going to be pretty infrequent, at least until I'm done with my assignments. Once those are done with I should be able to post these more often, but in the meantime, thanks for being patient. ^_^))
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Also, explore the dark room.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Use as lamp to explore room.
大學的年同性戀毛皮
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大學的年同性戀毛皮
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The circus leader is delighted to have you on board as the Amazing Sparkling Vampire.
You needn't worry about attracting the attention of the Volturi. Your Happy Place is a strictly life-threatening-danger-free zone.
>Ask Morpheus to autograph your copy of American Gods
Dream of the Endless thinks you may have gotten your Neil Gaiman stories confused, but signs your imaginary copy of American Gods nevertheless.
>Find the bearded lady and ask her her secrets.
The bearded lady is unsure why she should tell her secrets to a complete stranger, and finds your cajolings tedious and unmoving.
>Generate map of the real world and imaginary world
You imagine a map of the locations you have been to since you woke up. It's pretty inexact, since you're working from memory, and you're not sure where exactly the place where you woke up exists in relation to wherever you are now, other than that it's likely some distance overhead.
Locations in your imaginary Happy Place are not fixed. Any attempt to map them spatially would be quite arbitrary.
>Retrieve mushroom. Use as lamp to explore room.
You retrieve one of the fungi from near the base of the ladder, and return to the chamber above.
The floor looks to be dry concrete. You find some mattresses.
You are definitely no longer in the sewers. You find a microwave oven and some wooden cupboards.
> Contemplate on your subconscious mind
Your unconscious consists of your unaccessed memories, as well as a variety of involuntary mental processes that influence your conscious behaviour in subtle but significant ways. It follows that anything that happens in your imaginary world that was not your intention must be the result of your unconscious.
It's possible that your memories of who you are and how you got here also reside there.
>Explore the deepest, darkest, scariest part of your unconscious mind.
Where angels fear to tread, you stride boldly forwards - nervous, but determined to be master of your own mind.
After a short walk down a gloomy, featureless passageway, you arrive in a room with three other exits: to your left, to your right, and straight ahead.
>find that the McMacho catperson is the source of this whole ordeal
You have no idea who this 'McMacho catperson' might be, but if they're responsible for everything that's happened to you lately, you're going to make damn sure they regret it. You've been abducted, bitten by a shark, and very nearly crushed to death, and some of that filthy water went in your mouth. You are determined to track down whoever is responsible and communicate exactly how you feel about this treatment.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
In the cabinet above the microwave you find:
In the cabinet under the microwave you find:
Under the sink you find:
- some pipes
- a bottle of drain cleaner
- a bottle of washing-up liquid
- a scrubbing brush
- an old rag
>Go left, right, then Dennis, and groan at this Homestar Runner reference of a command.You go through the doorway to your left.
You go right again, taking you back to where you started.
You arrive at Dennis and groan. Dennis groans, too.
Exits are: NOT DENNIS
>Charge straight ahead with a screwdriver.
You don't have a screwdriver!
It seems that in your Unconscious you have access only to those items you have in reality. If you're going to imagine anything useful, you're going to need to give your imagination a boost somehow.
>Calm down! You're in someone's house.
You take some deep breaths, and your Panic! Gauge falls.
Sure is a weird house, though.
>Revive thread. ^_^
The thread is in the Big Top!
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
You change into the COLOURED SHIRT, and stow the old black and white shirt in your imaginary inventory.
>Examine the red spiral. Check for edibility.
Up close, the spiral appears to shimmer. When you reach for it, you find that you can't touch it; a POWERFUL FORCE seems to be repelling your hand, rather like a strong magnet.
>Run around the imaginary pink building and pretend to be a pony!
Consciously, you imagine yourself to be a pony and gallop around the lobby.
However, you remain unconsciously aware of your humanoid shape!
>Leave the dinosaur skull for now, arm yourself with the bread knife.
You drop the rather saurian-looking pig skull and transfer your squirt gun to the inventory slot that the skull previously occupied. You equip the BREAD KNIFE as your weapon.
>Fill the squirt gun with a combination of hot sauce and drain cleaner.
First you empty the water in your squirt gun down the sink. Then, you pour the LIQUID DRAIN CLEANER into the squirt gun, something very dangerous which you would never try at home!
You mix in some BLAZING INFERNO HELLFIRE SAUCE for good measure, which maxes out your squirt gauge.
Spray somebody with this and you will certainly ruin their day. And probably also their life.
You return the now empty drain cleaner and hot sauce bottles to their respective cupboards, and carefully place the loaded squirt gun in your inventory.
>write yaoi fanfiction
You don't have anything to write with! But that's OK. You use your imagination instead.
JACOB: Edward I imprinted on you, I couldn't help it. Promise to tell nobody!
EDWARD: Shh Jacob, it's okay
>Channel sexual frustration caused by yaoi to master dangerous ORGONE powers.
You're sorry, did someone say something?
Oh, right!
You attempt to channel your sexual frustration into orgone powers, but strain all you might, nothing seems to happen. Maybe orgone is also fake as shit, or maybe you need an orgone accumulator to harness your true potential. Who knows? As it is you're now just uncomfortably horny.
You drooled on your shirt, by the way.