These are the files. I hope you have everything you need.
Thank you.
Sir, I'm afraid these were not the correct files.
woop woop woop blat blat blat
You awaken on a cold, hard concrete floor. From a radio on the floor next to you, a voice says "We seem to have lost contact with the Control Tower", accompanied by grinding noises. Your inventory contains:
What would you like to do?
>>5
Check if the handgun is already loaded.
Tell the radio to start making sense, or if it cannot transmit or the other guy refuses, shoot it with the loaded gun. If the gun is not loaded, don't bother. Have some Quiche to stop feeling so cranky.
>>6
The handgun is not loaded. The radio can both transmit and receive, but the person at the other end has stopped responding. The radio is currently just broadcasting grinding noises. You enjoy a slice of quiche lorraine and feel much better for it.
I examine my surroundings, and try to listen if there are any sounds other than those from the radio. If it's quiet enough to concentrate, I open the briefcase and skim through the files.
>>8
You are in a corridor made of concrete. There are numerous metal pipes and ventilation shafts running above your head. To your North is a locked door. To your South, the corridor continues for about 20m before turning a corner. To your East, the ceiling has collapsed and the corridor is blocked by rubble.
You can hear an intermittent dull rumbling noise coming from above and a low hum coming from behind the door to the North.
You open the briefcase full of files. There are roughly a hundred of them. They are all uniform in shape and appear brand new. You are unsure why you have them or what possible purpose they could serve; your fingernails may be getting a little long, but there's no reason why you would need 100 nail files just for yourself.
I knock on the northern door. If there isn't an answer, I'll try to see if there's a way to pick the door lock with a nail file. If that doesn't work, off to the South I go.
>>10
There is no answer and the door resists your efforts to pick the lock.
>S
You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
You come across a man lying face down on the floor in a pool of vomit. Judging by the smell and the brown streak on the back of his lab coat, he has soiled himself. There is a crackling noise coming from under his lab coat.
where going down!!!!
You don't know how to where going down!!!!. Please try another command.
>>15
It turns out to be a geiger counter, which is crackling quite violently. In his lab coat pockets you also find a pencil and a wallet containing a key card and an unrecognisably blurred photo.
Examine self
>>17
A cursory inspection reveals that you are still yourself.
Take my trousers off
>>19
You are not wearing any trousers. The only things you are wearing are:
I remove my dignity.
Remove wedding ring
Inspect wedding ring
(what the hell would marry me?)
You write the number down in your journal. Upon this, you notice it's 9:25 PM.
use: imagination
You spend a few moments in lala land, imagining all sorts of weird and creative things. Unfortunately they do not have any bearing on situation, and when you come to your senses moments later you are in no better position than before.
The stench of the dead man is beginning to get oppressive. You should get out of here.
put face firmly between dead man's buttocks
deeply inhale
You plunge your nose into the dead man's behind. It is clear that the man has, indeed, soiled himself. It seems that he is not wearing any pants or underwear under his lab coat, as you can feel his decaying skin through the thin layer of his shit-soaked lab coat. Some of the moist, bubbly shit even enters your nostrils as you deeply inhale. It is still warm. Your lungs fill with the putrid, intoxicating aroma of feces. You feel dizzy.
You pass out.
After an indeterminate length of time, you wake up again to the sound of the geiger counter crackling even more violently. You get the feeling you shouldn't be sticking around here.
To your West is a corridor leading back to where you started, including the locked door. To your East, the corridor continues but it is completely unlit and you cannot see very far.
turn off geiger counter
hang out here a little longer
You look for a switch on the geiger counter but find none.
Time passes.
You wander, and approach a door. It's locked with a numerical key system.
Enter 259
Enter 529
Enter 295
Enter 952
Enter 5008
Stand on head
Read what you entered
You try to stand on your head but end up falling over and vomiting profusely. You also have a headache. None of the key combinations work because the input requires five digits.