You shamble down the stairs to inspect the kitchen. The dishes have not been washed and there is a suspicious stain on the floor; but you knew that already. Your chocolate cake is waiting on the table. One slice has been eaten. There is a magickal elf sitting on top of the refrigerator.
To eat some cake, go to >>4
To inspect the magickal elf, go to >>5
The magickal elf has a strange quality to his person. Your eyes wander as he flickers and morphs nonchalantly, seemingly at odds with the question of just what dimension he wants to stay in, anyway. "Are you done yet, you grotesque being?" he asks with even more disgust. But the cake is delicious and you are far from done. He twiddles his fingers a bit to manifest a beautiful, complex toy - the likes of which you've never seen.
To finish the latter dosage of those hallucinogens you consumed earlier, go to >>6.
To ask dumb questions about the object while shoveling cake into your gullet, go to >>8.
*To finish the latter dosage of those hallucinogens you consumed earlier, go to >>9.
You continue stuffing your face and something snaps inside you. The need to consume consumes you and you don't stop at the cake. You methodically begin to chew away at the table it's on, the surrounding chairs, the elf, the refrigerator. You eat the living room, the dining room, the basement. You eat the house, the neighborhood, the city. You eat the world, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe. You are the universe, the universe is you. You have consumed all.
THE END
"Hey, whusshat?" you say, pieces of cake tumbling out of your mouth as you speak. The elf looks at you as one would an animal rolling in its own filth, then puts his whatchamahoozit away and, with a click of his tiny fingers and a puff of smoke, vanishes. Just then, your little sister walks in.
To offer your little sister some cake, go to >>10.
To do something silly with/to your little sister, go to >>11.
Yes, instead of playing video games as you'd planned, you decide to finish the latter dosage of those hallucinogens you consumed earlier. You never really had a choice, actually. "Video games" is just your cute little euphemism for your chemical addiction.
You overdose on "video games" and begin to hallucinate that you are visiting a strange land called DQN.
Go to >>3.
The bear you thought was your little sister rejects the cake and throws a shark at you. Now you have ruined a perfectly good afternoon by being dead.
Go to the land of the dead >>37
You are just about to give your little sister a tummy rub, when you notice that she's looking a little hairier than normal, and also happens to be wielding a shark. Then it dawns on you: she's actually a bear! Simultaneously, you do not become aware of the fact that this is the only continuing narrative thread for now, because that would involve breaking the fourth wall. And we wouldn't want that, would we?
To run away from your little sister/bear, go to >>12
To have an existential crisis, go to >>13
To offer your little sister/bear a tummy rub, go to >>15
You dash out the kitchen, run down the hallway, shuffle through the parlor, skip across the boudoir, limp into the solarium, stumble out of the scullery, sneak past the dungeon, flip through the foyer and out into the backyard where your run and run like you've never run before, right arm slung horizontally across your eyes to hide the tears. All you wanted was to be loved.
When you come to your senses, you realize you have run deep into the forest, and you seem to be lost. The only clue to your exit is a dim light in the distance, but it seems foreboding.
To walk toward the suspicious light, go to >>14
To fashion a shovel out of nearby tree and start digging, go to >>16
To wander randomly in hopes of finding an exit, go to >>17
Who are you? Where are you going? Who are we really and what's keeping us from just giving up altogether as a species? Everything is nothing. You're just a dot on the canvas, an electron in the lattice, a fish in the great cosmic sea. What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to mean anything? Understanding of your affliction, the bear takes a seat next to you and gently places its paw on your arm. "You'll be alright," it seems to say.
To talk it through with the bear, go to >>18.
To proposition the bear for a piggy-back ride, go to >>19.
As you approach it, the light reaches out a single friendly tentacle in your direction. The tentacle wavers from side to side in front of you, strokes you on the cheek, then retracts back where it came from. Suddenly, a number of considerably larger and less friendly tentacles swarm towards you from all sides, and the scene ends much as it would if this were some form of infamous Japanese erotica.
THE END
You carefully approach and hold out your hand in a peaceful gesture. The bear cocks its head and slowly lowers the shark, so you move in and begin caressing the soft fur of its belly. The fur feels just like a stuffed animal as you rub on it, a big, soft, cuddly teddy. You give it a hug and look at its face, which is when you realize that it's actually a man in a bear suit. He suggests that if this is how you feel, maybe the two of you should go somewhere more cozy.
To go somewhere cozy with the fursuiter, go to >>20.
To suggest going to the video arcade instead, go to >>21.
To run away from the fursuiter, go to >>12.
Somehow you got to an exit, as you leave your bear/sister shark gets you and you and offers you to play videogames with you.
Go to >>9
"Bear bear bear," you begin tirelessly, "Who is life? What do I scrape off of the sun? When is God? Where is the ketchup? Why are the answers?"
The bear's capacity for sympathy seems to be slowly fading as your ridiculous rant continues, but you pay no attention.
"I mean really, bear, I'm just an insignificant spot - no, speck - no, spigot in this horrendous vortex, signifying nothing. Oh, but with what ugly gall does this meaningless affliction of life continue to prance, with such self-deluded importance. Anything we do is but a mere distraction, a vacant buttery sideshow in an empty theater. We are our only audience."
The bear takes his paw off your arm, now looking bored and a little hungry.
To continue your existential rant, go to >>22.
To proposition the bear for a piggy-back ride, go to >>19.
You invite the fursuiter into the den, where you start a fire and pour yourselves two glasses of bourbon, but the two of you barely take a sip before breaking out into disgustingly passionate love making. The furry claws run themselves all over your meek, desperate body. You pulse with desire. The man's clammy unbrushed tongue forces its way into your moist, longing mouth. Your pairs of gums and teeth play a quartet in perfect sexy counterpoint. Upon conclusion of this torrid movement, the bear man lustfully unzips his pants and pulls out a hot, throbbing cucumber. Literally.
To fellate the cucumber, go to >>27.
To make salad, go to >>28.
"And furthermore, consider the death of choice. We delude ourselves with the idea that there are infinite possibilities, that every choice branches exponentially. But it's a lie. There's no defeating time's arrow in life, no save states, no back button. And thus choice is an illusion. We have but one fate, one sad and narrow path, dark, unwinding, ending in pointless darkness. The smack of her lips, the cracks in the sidewalk, the giggles of children on old steam trains are all preludes to that laughable end, that str-URGH!"
Your amateur philisophizing has been cut short by the bear, who ordered the shark to bite off your arm. You scream in pain and look down in horror at your arm - or lack thereof - but the bear shows mercy and whacks you in the head with the shark like a pinata. Instead of candy there is blood and guts. You never wake up to share the prize.
YOU HAVE DIED
THE END
The elf shows you how to properly feel the grain of the bone whilst pushing the knife down slowly through the coarse material that bone is to create perfect shapes. You soon are very good at this and able to make skillful bone objects with relative ease.
To make bone masks go to >>43
To make bone Knives go to >>31
To try to find excellent shark and bear bones that are the best for making superb bone weapons go to >>33
As unlikely as it may seem, you've spent your life outside of the internet in hard, dedicated training to the martial arts. Remembering now the wise and careful tutelage of your Master, Pu-pi Wang, you brace your back to receive the bear and now, exerting your hardened leg muscles in the way you were taught so that you don't throw your back out, you lift up the great weight of the bear on your shoulders and begin to move.
To move at a cautious pace, go to >>32
To throw caution to the wind and gallop about like a mighty steed, go to >>34
Congratulations, you are now in the living hell of New Jersy! It's like New Jersey but worse.
"Welcome to Marlbahro, New Joisey," says a cheerful woman with frilly hair and a big nose. "Would you like some cawfee?"
You simply stare in shock and confusion, so she goes on. "Hey, I'm tawkin t' you! Where y' frum?"
To graciously accept the cawfee and chat with the woman, go to >>36
To punch the woman in the face while shouting antisemitic slurs, go to >>48
The weight of the bear immediately crushes your back and you fall unceremoniously onto the floor. The bear tumbles off and you lie on the floor, trying to groan in pain but unable due to the lack of air in your crushed lungs. It occurs to you that at least your body now matches your spineless personality. Haha. You die.
Go to >>37.
The bearsuited man begins to make an uncharacteristically girly giggling sound as the cucumber falls out of your mouth, onto the floor. The man unzips first his bear suit, then another man shaped skin suit, to reveal your little sister.
"Haha, I tricked you, onii-chan!" she exclaims playfully.
To offer your little sister a tummy rub, go to >>38.
To attempt to rip off her skin to see if there's anyone else underneath, go to >>39.
You take the cucumber into the kitchen, leaving the bearsuited man confused and alone. You grab your trusty vegetable knife, chop up the cucumber into thin slices and toss it into a bowl. An inspection of the refrigerator reveals a bottle of thousand island dressing with unappetizing frozen drips down the sides, a nearly-empty bottle of ranch, and a homemade balsamic vinaigrette that's getting old.
To give up on dressing all together go to >>35.
To cast your fate to the wind, go to >>r0.
You show up at the video arcade wearing an unwashed T-shirt and jeans. The bearsuited man catches sight of you and gives a roar of frustration and betrayal. He bounds over to you on all fours, rips out your heart and eats it.
THE END
You show up to the arcade wearing a bear suit and holding a shark. You think you see your date when you realise hat everyone in the arcade is wearing a bearsuit and holding a shark. This is troublesome since they are all identacle and smell alike.
To ask each person if they are your imouto/bear go >>53
To wait until she finds you go to >>714
Fortunately, there happens to be a mysterious skeleton laying around in the forest from which you are able to fashion a dozen sharp bone knives. Congratulations! Bone Knife (x12) has been added to your inventory.
As soon as you finish carving, you hear twigs snapping. The elf gets spooked and disappears, leaving you alone and scared. You whip around to see none other than your little sister/bear. She/it has followed you into the forest and is approaching fast!
To offer your little sister/bear a tummy rub, go to >>15
To battle the bear with your bone knife, go to >>42
To run away deeper into the forest, go to >>50
Step by step, you slowly move through the kitchen. Your sisterbear squealsgrowls in girlishbearish delight as you circle the kitchen.
"Let's go outside!" she saysdemands.
You limp through the kitchen, stagger down the hallway, mince through the parlor, swagger across the boudoir, sway into the solarium, step out of the scullery, simper past the dungeon, crash through the foyer and out into the backyard. As unlikely as it may seem, you've spent your life outside of the internet in hard, dedicated training to the martial arts.
Despite the wise and careful tutelage of Master Pu-pi Wang, your legs and back are starting to fatigue, thanks to the long, slow journey through the house. The sun is already beginning to set. You gently put your sisterbear down. The sisterbear growls happily and immediately bounds off into the forest, finally able to reach her true home. You notice that she left a bag for you on the ground.
To chase after your sisterbear, go to >>40
To inspect the contents of the bag, go to >>41
If you're gonna to make bone weapons, you're gonna do it right. You wander back toward your house, and before you know it, you run into your sister/bear. She/it followed you into the forest! You eye the bear and shark under her arm hungrily, already imagining the deadly beauty of the weapons you could make from their precious skeletons.
To politely ask for their bones, go to >>44
To fight bear hands with bare hands, go to >>45
To persuade the bear and shark to fight each other, go to >>46
Let's go! With wild abandon you begin prancing around at top speed! Your sisterbear groansroars in orgasmicgrizzly excitement as you crash through one room after another.
"Ohhhh!" she moansgrowls.
You shoot through the kitchen, blast down the hallway, speed through the parlor, tumble across the boudoir, dash into the solarium, whiz out of the scullery, gallop past the dungeon, trot through the foyer and out into the backyard.
Despite the wise and careful tutelage of Master Pu-pi Wang, your legs and back are starting to fatigue, thanks to your reckless pace. The sun has not yet begun to set, but you gently put your sisterbear down. The sisterbear purrs and giggles in postclimactic delight and falls down on the ground, as exhausted as you. You lay down beside her and hold hands.
"That was amazing," she whispersgrunts into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. After you two catch your breath and have wallowed in endorphins for a while, you both sit up and watch the forest sadly.
"I need to go home now," she says with a melancholy smile. "But first I have a present for you." She holds out a bag.
To convince her to stay with you forever, go to >>47
To let her go and accept her present, go to >>41
You decide you will never dress again. You hastily strip all the clothes off your body. You swear to stay naked the rest of your life. While you're feeling crazy you might as well dump the cucumbers all over your body. You do this. The cucumbers are cold and green all over your goosebumpy flesh. It's chilly but titillating.
To go back to the den, go to >>49
To go out into the world, go to >>51
The woman hands you a slip of paper, upon which is written Fee: $5 per caw.
"What on earth is this?" you ask.
"It's a cawfee, of course." she replies, giving you a look which suggests that she is questioning your relative mental capacity.
To purchase a caw, go to >>55
To punch the woman in the face for her insolence, go to >>48
To leave the café and go play video games instead, go to >>6
You carefully approach and hold out your hand in a peaceful gesture. Your sister cocks her head and slowly lowers her guard, so you move in and begin caressing the soft flesh of her belly. Her skin feels like sunflowers and innocent crime. You give her a hug and look at her face, which is when you realize that she's actually your little sister, she hasn't changed one bit, there are no more creatures hiding underneath that quiet skin but the creature called Love.
Ever since your parents died and left you all alone, you two have shared so many triumphs and failures, mishaps and fortunes. You feel a warm feeling of platonic, brotherly love. No need to complicate it with sex. That could be disastrous. Or is there?
To snuggle and peacefully fall asleep with your sister, go to >>54.
To try kissing your imouto, go to >>56.
To complain about how long and complicated all these branches are getting, go to >>800.
Completely ignoring the heartfelt present your beloved sisterbear left for you, you dash into the forest after her. Sadly, your puny human legs are no match for her bearsuit augmented pace. You soon lose sight of her and end up horrendously lost in the forest. You spy a suspicious light to the North.
To go towards the suspicious light, go to >>14
To wander around aimlessly, go to >>17
Upon opening the bag you instantly find yourself falling infinitely through a black hole that was in the bag. You see the bag in which you are already contained floating next to you.
To open the bay go to >>41
To kill yourself go to >>37
To randomly escape go to >>r0
To destroy the bag floating next to you go to >>238
Your sisterbear opens her loving arms wide, an innocent grin spread across her sorry maw. Instead of returning the bear hug you rush forward and plunge a bone knife straight into her heart. She wraps her arms around you and the two of you slump to the ground. You begin to sob.
"It's okay. I forgive you. It's okay," she repeats over and over, her big bear arms consoling you. You are soaked in blood. The ground is soaked in blood. What have you done?
You remove your sister's bear suit and the man suit under that. You gently lay your sister down on the ground.
"It's okay," she says weakly again, eyes closed, fading from existence. You bend over her and cry.
One bone knife has been removed from your inventory. You now have Bone Knife (x11)
You have gained the trait Sororicide. The murder of your sister, your one and only true love in this wretched world, will haunt you the rest of your days.
To commit seppuku, go to >>99
To leave your bearsister and continue deeper into the forest, go to >>57
Fortunately, there happens to be a mysterious skeleton laying around in the forest from which you are able to fashion three strong bone masks. Congratulations! Bone Mask (x3) has been added to your inventory. You equip one immediately.
As soon as you finish donning your new mask, you hear twigs snapping. The elf gets spooked and disappears, leaving you alone and scared. You whip around to see none other than your little sister/bear. She/it has followed you into the forest and is approaching fast!
To scare away your sister with your bone mask, go to >>60
To run away deeper into the forest, go to >>50
"Excuse me, I would like to fashion some exquisite bone weapons," you say. "I was wondering if I could use your bones?"
"If you want our bones, you must make a trade," the sisterbear growls.
Her sinister tone makes you involuntarily gulp with fear.
"What kind of trade?" you ask.
"We will die, and you will harvest our bones. You will make three sets of the most exquisite bone weapons and armor in the world from our bones. One for me, one for the shark, and one for you. Then you will stab yourself in the chest with a bonesword and join us in the land of the dead."
"And what if I don't kill myself?" you ask.
"Then our bones will be forever cursed and bring you nothing but pain and misfortune."
"I see," you say. "Let me think."
To accept their offer, go to >>37, bringing Exquisite Bone Weapon and Armor Sets (x3) with you.
To betray your bearsister and the shark by harvesting their bones without killing yourself, go to >>61
To suggest going to the video arcade instead, go to >>21
You throw a left jab, the bear is surprised and drops her shark. It tries to claw you, you counter with an uppercut, and so in 2 strokes you fell the bear.
To harvest its bones and make bone weapons while making a sacrificial offering of two pairs of sets and killing yourself go to >>37.
To kill yourself go to >>37
To die of old age go to >>37
"Hey shark! Are you always gonna let that bear swing you 'round like you ain't no thang?" you demand.
The shark says something sharky.
"Don't give me that. You gotta have more respect for yo'self, sistah!"
Your sisterbear growls curiously.
"No, I didn't mean you. Sister was a figurative term."
Your sisterbear growls in disappointment.
"Anyway, shark, it's time to show that bear that she ain't the boss of you!"
The bear and shark begin quibbling with a confusing series of snarls and grunts. They gnash and they claw, they groan and they mumble. You are not quite sure how anything substantial might be communicated through these primitive sounds, but you assume that the bear and shark know instinctively through years of evolution how to interpret the subtle nuances.
Finally, the two stop arguing. They seem to have come to an agreement. You are the true enemy.
The bear throws a shark at you. Now you have ruined a perfectly good afternoon by being dead. You didn't even make any bone tools.
Go to the land of the dead >>37
ONLY DQN UNDERSTANDS ME!
sorry to hijack this thread
I am happy to share this with you
Anger overwhelms you.
"Go shotgun a bowl of piss shit, you fucking kike," you exclaim, slamming your fist into her face. She stammers back, stunned. "Why don't you go drizzle some diarrhea on your dad, you cocksucking goatraping schmuck!" You throw another punch before she can react, one after another. You feel your face grow hot. You can't see straight. Rage consumes your body.
"You fucking shitbrained cuntlicking dyke, why don't you just fucking kill yourself?" you implore as you continue to beat and kick her ruthlessly. She weakly tries to block your punches with her arms, but you are too persistent and easily cut through her guard. Eventually she stumbles to the ground and you begin kicking her.
"Eat a fucking can of herpes jizzshit, you fucking Yiddish cormorantfucker. Gargle a bowl of shit, fucking Hebe," you shout while stamping on her face.
You grab a nearby pot of coffee and slam it down onto her sobbing, bleeding head.
"There's your goddamn 'cawfee!'" you scream.
She is no longer moving. It's useless to continue beating her. You are breathing heavily.
Then a realization creeps through your body like ivy. A chill runs up your spine. It is slowly dawning on you. You don't want to but you look closer at her face. You can't deny it any longer. This is your fate.
She is you. You are her. You have killed yourself.
YOU HAVE DIED
THE END
You return to the den, naked body dripping with cucumbers. The bearsuited man is nowhere to be seen, but it seems he left you a sexy photo of himself on the floor for you.
Sexy Bear Photo x1 has been added to your inventory.
Since there's nothing left to do here, you go out into the world. Go to >>51.
You run and dash and flee as fast as your puny legs can carry you, never once daring to look back at your estranged bearsister. After what seems like an eternity of running (about 3 minutes) you must stop from exhaustion.
Fortunately, it seems like you lost her. Unfortunately, you realize that the vines on the ground are alive. They begin winding around your legs and arms. Out of the darkness the face of an unholy vine-tentacle monster appears. Two bright orbs stare lustfully at your body. More vines begin to caress your body.
If you have a bone knife in your inventory, go to >>73 to cut the vines loose and fight the monster.
If you have a bone mask equipped, go to >>62 to use your mask to scare away the tentacle monster.
Otherwise, you are brutally raped over and over again until you die. The End.
You go out into the world, naked and cucumbery! However, since you're a hikki, the "world" is just the internet. Where shall we go today?
To visit Chatroulette to show off your naked cucumber body, go to >>64
To browse DQN, go to >>3
To browse SAoVQ, go to http://www.secretareaofvipquality.net/saovq/kareha.pl/1360126246/
Your imouto turns and looks straight at you. Sensing your opportunity, you sweep in and kiss her squarely on the lips. She doesn't resist; on the contrary, after a moment's hesitation she responds in kind, her warm, soft lips nuzzling gently against yours. After a few seconds, she pulls away, blushing. She says "O-onii-chan, I didn't know you felt this way about me!"
To confess your undying love for her, go to >>63
To say nothing and start licking her face, go to >>65
To "play video games" with your little sister, go to >>67
To passingly wonder who truly understands you, go to >>47
To unlock the secret harem ending, go to >>72
As you wander once more into the bowels of the forest, you reflect on your recent sororicide. You didn't even realise that you had it in you to perform such a heartless action. You suspect that were this a visual novel or some such, you'd be in the final few minutes before reaching the Bad End.
To change your mind and commit seppuku after all, go to >>99.
To commit to completing a sudoku, go to >>58.
"Good thing this isn't a visual novel," you chuckle to yourself as you pull a sudoku and a pen out of your pocket.
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┃０┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃
┣━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━┫
┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃宙┃ ┃★┃ ┃ ┃
┣━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━┫
┃ ┃馬┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃Ｘ┃
┣━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━┫
┃ ┃ ┃あ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃
┣━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━┫
┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ｌ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃
┣━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━┫
┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃◎┃
┣━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━┫
┃ ┃ ┃ω┃ ┃ ┃ ┃瀟┃ ┃ ┃
┣━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━╋━┫
┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃＊┃ ┃ ┃
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┃ ┃〒┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃ ┃
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The sudoku is unlike any sudoku you've seen before. You can't seem to make heads or tails of it. But it's too late now, you're committed!
To draw a 🍲 in square B8, go to >>100
To draw a 🌌 in square D4, go to >>101
To draw a 🎸 in square G6, go to >>102
She runs away in terror of the bone creature she believes you to be. However you soon die of old age go to >>37
The tentacle monster is not scared at all by your puny bone mask. In fact, it finds it quite arousing! You are brutally raped over and over again until you die. The End.
"I love you undyingly," you try to say but the words get jumbled in your mouth. Out comes streaming a fetid pile of gray putty. It's bubbling and steaming. Your imouto screams.
The room is slowly filling with seething mud and the stench of putrid sulfur. This is the physical embodiment of your self-loathing, laid bare for the world to see. Your imouto desperately tries to crawl for safety, but the sticky substance cradles her tightly. The cucumber has already drowned.
You feel inexplicably cold. All the wasted opportunities, all the unfulfilled dreams, all the sloth and pampered worthlessness spills out of every orifice of your body. Your eyeballs bleed thick, slimy insecurity, your eardrums spit soupy depression. Your nostrils vomit worthless jelly, curdled and wrinkly like elephant skin. Sloppy regrets drip out of your colon and urethra.
The putty is boiling but you're cold, oh so cold. You try to hug your imouto close but she has already disappeared into the gray aquarium of your whole meaningless life.
To boldly take control of your life, go to >>9999.
To find a shortcut to empty pleasure like you always do, go to >>999.
To give up, go to >>99.
To play video games, go to >>9.
[And flaunt your naked body is covered with goosebumps logon cucumber, Chatroulette. Dick Crow both calls drop-down replacement chickens. Better than the beloved sister is my second with the addition of a pleasant surprise, she's horny!
Hot Cyber sex underage illegal ツルペタ sister arrival line >>69.
First of all, cut the >>68 new chat from the partner search.
How many licks does it take to get to the center of your imouto?
Lick lick lick lick lick lick. Lick lick lick lick. Oh god. Lick. Lick lick, lick lick lick lick, l!ck. I'm cumming. Lick lick lick lick, lick. You cum. Lick.
Your imouto's face is gone because you have licked it away. There is nothing but diamond left. It hurts to continue licking so you stop. It stops to turn and nothing excellent remains. The remains of your sister will rot in time, as will you. You bury your head in your dead diamond sister's dead diamond head and dead and dread and bled instead tread sped fled.
But there is no fleeing now, only death.
Go to >>0.
You find yourself living in a shotgun shack.
You find your large automobile gone, go to the police processing center >>402
Enough of this chatroulette crap, you turn off the computer and go find your imouto.
"Let's play video games!" you suggest. Your imouto agrees, and you lead her to the bedroom.
"What are we going to do on the bed?" she asks with a pomf.
"Let's play a two-player game. You use both your hands and mouth, like this." You gather her in your arms and kiss her smooth, creamy-white forehead. You kiss her neck, flicking your tongue to caress her sensitive skin. You rub her flat chest, sliding your fingers over her two buttons.
"Now you try," you say, guiding her hand to your joystick, which she begins stroking cautiously. "Great job, just like that!" you say encouragingly.
You lift up her shirt to reveal her controls. Your mouth latches onto one nipple and your fingers rolls the other between them. Not wanting to lose, your imouto takes your ear in her mouth and slides her tongue inside.
"Let's go to the next stage," you suggest, lying her down on the bed and removing the dust cover.
You line up your joystick with her control port and tuck the tip inside the opening. Her hands grab onto your rear controls as you slide into place.
"Docking complete!" she announces. "Commence operation!" You deftly thrust your control stick in and out while continuing to interface with your imouto's upper controls with your fingers and tongue. She reciprocates. It is a dangerous game.
"Fire!" you eventually announce, shooting explosive ordinance into her base. Your sister explodes. You explode. The universe explodes.
THE END
There is a >>0 here. She has betrayed you for the last time. MURDER!
There is a >>12 here. He knows too much. You poison him. POISON!
There is a DETECTIVE here. You dispose of him and deploy a decoy. DETETIVE!
There is an ANGRY POLICE CAPTAIN here. He is annoying. BANG!
To run away to your secret murderer hideout, go to >>80.
To turn yourself in, go to http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1361318860/
You have been devoured by a giant sandworm of Arrakis.
THE END.
You stuff your belly and your cheeks with worms, worms, worms. Your orifices bleed worms in reverse. You consume you worm you wormy worm wormmm. Worm the hot worm chocolate change wriggly worms, one girl is still worm and greedy watching worm letter slimy in worm dirt and worm house and worm food sing worm karaoke. Worm was very popular among the worm children. Worm through the worm eyes. Worm is pleasant to worm every day. Worm is very worm. Worm?! It's worm.
WORM
You put up a valiant fight, however the monster is much stronger than you, even with your knife it manages to make sweet love to all of your orifices many times.
You end up filled with sweet vine juice in all of your holes.
Go to >>134 to sit around feeling used.
Welcome to 74, there's a large VIPPER standing in the door, so no matter how you got here you're leaving via >>37.
The deathbot looms closer and closer, its pincers clacking ominously while the grinding of its internal mechanisms grows more and more clear with every centimeter of its approach. You haven't much time!
To shoot the deathbot with your phasor, go to >>128
To embrace the deathbot with the POWER OF LOVE, go to >>255
AND THE LORD SAYETH UNTO THE WORM, THOUGH SHALT NOT CONSUME OF THE BEARS AND SISTERS. BUT THE WORM IGNORED HIM, GO TO >>39
and furthermore, butts.
The bird dog consumes you and leaves your bones on the rocks below the perch (Though it's smoked salmon not perch). Go to the land of the double dead >>370
And it just keeps on coming, and it keeps on coming, and it don't stop coming and it falls down the slope.
Freedom in the solemn house,
Growing in the slalom chair,
Ivy clads the secretion chaps,
Potion of the gamete steps.
Stop. Start. Don't look right or back.
Wait. Scream. You can't exist here.
You wake up at >>67.
Welcome to your SECRET HIDEOUT! You are a murderer of ILL REPUTE.
The TV is smelly and smoke wafts through the broken screen window. You step over an amalgamation of crumpled socks and pizza napkins. Your hair is greasy and the flow of water is little more than a trickle. You are consumed by an off-yellow sofa.
To reflect on your sins, go to >>82.
To fashion a bone mask from the dead bodies in the closet forest, go to >>43.
To post a new CONTENTLESS thread on DQN, go to >>81.
As a secret murdered, you have plenty of bones. You pull out one of them and toss it into the reflecting pond.
There is a low rumble and the sound of a thousand dying goats screeching miles away. The pond turns red with blood and the ripples begin to coagulate and fold over themselves in horribly gooey mess. The room is filled with deathstench.
From the depths of the reflecting blood pond an ancient horror rises slowly, blood dripping from its unspeakable multitude of horns. Its many nostrils flare and squirt dark acidic phlegm.
WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE the Blood God booms.
To request entrance to the Blood God's realm, go to >>86.
To request the Blood God's Power, go to >>87.
To purchase the Blood God's Tea Set, go to >>88.
"I desire unending power," you declare boldly.
ALL POWER COMES WITH A PRICE booms Blood God.
You taste iron rising in the back of your throat.
"I have sacrificed countless DQNs for you. If you lend me your power I will sacrifice even more."
The blood god laughs a lewd laugh. The floor shakes, your ears ring. It is an unchaste chuckle, a gangrenous guffaw. The laugh drips with snot and semen. You feel and see your veins pulsing.
AS YOU WISH, MORTAL. EVERY DAY YOU MUST CONSUME ONE MORE LIFE TO SUSTAIN YOUR POWER
Ecstatic energy shoots from your toe to your skull. A murderous mania. A hypertension hype. A blazing bloodlust. Your vision is blinded by a deep, thick red. You vomit copper and sandstone. Power surges through you.
Congratulations, you are now an unholy demidemon!
You regain consciousness in a shanty of Liberia. You hunger for death. Now to choose your victim of the day.
To murder a man, make your way to >>135
To waste a woman, why not >>112
To checkmate a child, check out >>181
"I desire entry to your realm," you declare boldly.
ONLY THE TRULY FOUL MAY FROLIC HERE booms Blood God.
You taste iron rising in the back of your throat.
"I have sacrificed countless DQNs. I tire of such simple fare. Now I'm after a bigger prey. You."
The blood god laughs a lewd laugh. The floor shakes, your ears ring. It is an unchaste chuckle, a gangrenous guffaw. The laugh drips with snot and semen. You feel and see your veins pulsing.
AS YOU WISH, MORTAL. I WILL ENJOY CONSUMING YOU.
Effervescent eggs crack over your skull. A masturbating monkey. A hypoglycemic hipdter. A backhanded bathtub. Your vision is blinded by a deep, thick red. You vomit copper and sandstone. You fall into the pool of blood.
You regain consciousness in the blood god's realm. You are surrounded by pain and torture.
"One tea set, please!" you chirp cheerily. What a fool. You mixed up >>86 and >>87. Warm flavored water will not save you now.
THAT WILL BE 666 BONES booms Blood God.
You toss two times thirty three times eleven bones into the blood pool.
The blood god laughs a lucky laugh. The walls shake, your earrings jingle. It is a charming chuckle, a gracious guffaw. The laugh drips with petticoats and juniper. You feel and see your pinkies pulsing.
AS YOU WISH, MORTAL.
A tiny terrifying tea tray tumbles out the pool, followed by creatively reddened saucers, teacups, teapots, and assorted bloodverware. He even throws in blood powder teabags.
You have obtained the Blood God's Tea Set!
The pool dims, the blood god sinks back into his dreary depths.
To host a tea party, skip to >>222
You climb up the stairs. With each step, your desire to murder wanes. The steps continue for ages, with no end in sight, but your legs do not fatigue. Rather, they feel lighter and lighter. A pleasant scent fills the air. Eventually, you look up and can see the ceiling. It is bright and blue, like the sky. There is also a ledge, but you can't see over it.
You look back down through the steel grid, and see nothing but stairs. The air is thin. You feel like you've been climbing for miles.
The sounds have gotten louder. Brief bursts of laughter, like an audience watching stand-up comedy. But the laughter is the same each time. A recording?
You climb up the remaining steps, and see what looks like the entrance of a theater. Large ornate doors padded with green felt. There is a young, well-dressed usher blocking the entrance. She has fiery red hair and a severe but kind face.
"Your ticket, please, sir," she says.
You notice there is an infernal ticket booth in the right wall.
To murder the usher, go to >>98
To fall in love with the usher, go to >>95
To buy a ticket, go to the infernal ticket booth at >>123
You press the tempting red button. The giant doors slide open dramatically, smoke hissing out and blocking the view. You back up slowly. You hear the hideous screech of rusty gears turning. A robotic voice booms.
[KILL AND DESTROY]
Out of the smoke emerges a hideous deathbot! It looks like a steel crab mounted on a tank. Fortunately, it is moving quite slowly.
You glance over to Layla, she's still unconscious on the ground.
To grab Layla and run out the way you came, escape to >>409!
To bravely stay and battle the robot, get over to >>75!
A tingle of nervous gratification shoots along your nerves. The feeling of oppression that had burdened you is lifted. Despite yourself, you fall deeply in love with the usher. Butterflies copulate in your stomach. Blood rushes from your head to your heart. Your murderous rage is overwhelmed and replaced by boundless desire. You wish nothing more than to give yourself to this usher.
"I, uh, I," you stammer. "I, I, I,"
She smiles and cocks her head questioningly and it nearly makes you melt.
"Er, I, uh, I," you continue.
"If you don't have a ticket, you can purchase one at the infernal ticket booth to your right," she says, gesturing helpfully to the vacant glass window.
To shout, "I love you!" go to >>108.
To sheepishly buy a ticket, go to the infernal ticket booth at >>122.
To ask her on a date to the land of the dead, go to >>665.
You stumble breathlessly into a warm red room with mauve curtains over a large bed. Phalli cover the walls, hidden in shadows, illuminated occasionally by a spinning disco ball. You collapse onto the bed. An Indian raga begins to play. It is an evening raga.
To fall asleep, go to >>96.
To sing with the raga, go to >>97.
You lunge at the usher, but she's three steps ahead of you, already dodging to your right, hooking your arm and sweeping your leg. She twists her hips and flips you headfirst into the ground. Before you can react, she is already sitting on your back, her arm gripping your neck. You can barely breathe. You flail your legs in vain.
She leans down into your ear and whispers, "Your ticket, please, sir."
If you possess a bone knife or exquisite bone weapon, go to >>103
If you possess a Sexy Bear Photo, go to >>105
Otherwise, go to >>107
YOU HAVE BROUGHT DISHONOR UPON YOUR FAMILY AND YOUR LORD
THERE REMAINS BUT ONE OPTION TO RESTORE HONOR
THE BLADE WHICH SINGS IN THE MOONLIT POND
THE BLADE WHICH SUFFERS QUIETLY
THE BLADE WHICH STEALS AWAY THE 99 GET
THE BLADE PLUNGES INTO YOUR ORGANS
THE BLADE EVISCERATES YOUR MEATY FLESHY LIFE-GIVING MANPARTS
THE LIGHT FADES FROM YOUR EYES
HONOR IS RESTORED
YOU HAVE DIED
*** The End ***
You try to draw a 🍲 in square B8 but you suck at drawing and you're not sure if B refers to the second column or the second row so you end up just scribbling all over the paper and bleeding ink out of your nose.
Then you remember: you murdered your sister.
You monster.
You horrible monster.
Well, never mind that. You're standing stupidly in a forest and it's starting to get dark. You should probably get a move on.
To go yet deeper into the forest, >>109
To try to escape the forest, >>110
As you start to fill in the graph at G6 with 🎸 your opponent tells you this is not a valid move.
He assaults you with a fist full of his silver general and pikemen tiles insulted that you've picked up the board and are drawing on it.
He begins to beat you with his stool.
He then beats you with his poop.
The last thing you remember is when the thoughts left your mind and you were left only with feelings. >>37
"And furthermore what kind of dirigible has such eldritch noise coming from its engines?" you exclaim filing your complaint through the stewardess' eye.
The entirety of the other passengers are alerted by the bloodcurdling scream that follows and all three of them rush over to you.
The two hooded ones bend over and begin devouring the newly deceased with their proboscises while the anthropologist takes notes.
To learn about the culture of the man-eating beasts go to >>147
To run like hell go to >>139
To jump go to >>90
You are a murderer of ILL REPUTE.
You slowly walk closer to T∵∵a∵sin∵.
It speaks again.
∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∴∵
∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵
∴∵∴∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴
∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵/ ⌒ヽ∴∵∴∵∴
∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵| | |∴∵∴∵
∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∪ / ﾉ∴∵∴∵∴∵
.. ∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵| ｜|∵∴∵∴∵
.∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∪∪∴∵∴∵∴∵
.∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵：(･)∴∴.(･)∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴
∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴／ ○＼∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴
..∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵/三 | 三ヽ∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵
. ∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵ | ＿_|＿_ │∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵ do you desire
.∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵| === │∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴ unlimited power?
.∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵＼＿＿＿／∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴
..∴∴∵／￣.. ＼∴∵∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴
∴∵∴/ ,. i ∵∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵
∴∵∴| /.| |.∵∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵
∵∴| | ：| |.∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴
∴| | |：：| |.∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵
∴| ｜ |∵Ｕ∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴
| ｜ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵
/ / / ∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴∵ ∵
/ / / ∴∵∴∵∴ ∴
.しし’ ∵
the mutilated corpses of unreco∵∴isable creatures drip out of its VOID∴∵∴BODY. You catch yourself staring into the VOID∴∵∴BODY.
To continue staring into the VOID BODY, go to >>113.
To snap out of it, look T∵∵a∵sin∵. in the eyes and answer "yes∴I w∵nt to feel the power", go to >>115
Oops! Look like you've been caught empty-handed!
"Umm, I forgot to buy a ticket?" you stammer hopefully.
The usher tightens her grip. Your vision grows fuzzy as the oxygen cuts off from your brain. You struggle to speak but can only sputter. She grabs even tighter. You struggle briefly, but your limbs rapidly grow limp...
YOU HAVE DIED
THE END
That is unprofessional she says, unsheathing a large cricket bat, ext as you know
>>37
You march deeper into the forest. The moon is judging you. Fuck you moon, you think to yourself sullenly. You stroke your eleven bone knives to reassure yourself. You hear a slithering, crawling noise, like an army of a million bugs in the distance. It is coming from all around you. You feel dizzy and break into a run. You trip over a branch and fall down a steep hill. You roll on the ground and into a deep pit.
It is cold and pitch black here. You lie on the ground groaning. Then a voice speaks.
"LOLLIPOP, LOLLIPOP, BAKER'S BREAD," it intones. "GIVE ME A SLICE AND I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD."
To respond with your own clever rhyme, go to >>114
To stab at the voice with one of your eleven bone knives, try >>116
Enough of this madness. Staying in this forest will only lead to crazier things, you realize. It's time to get out of here.
You remember what your grandfather Pete once told you. "To escape a forest, find running water and follow it downstream." You listen for the sound of running water. The forest is quiet. So quiet.
Then you hear...
"There lived a certain man, in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the Bible like a preacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire..."
Wow, it's the 1978 euro disco hit single by the Germany-based pop and euro disco group Boney M! With your eyes still closed, you let yourself get swept into the music and start to dance.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."
Nobody ever finds your body.
BAD END
You decide your first bloody meal should be a beautiful female virgin. That's the tradition, right? Or at least it should be a beautiful woman. Okay, maybe just a woman is okay too. Best not to set your standards too high yet, considering that you're new to the whole killing-to-gain-infernal-power thing.
You walk around the streets of Liberia. People recoil in horror at the sight of you, probably because you are naked and covered with dried blood. And a few bits of cucumber. At this rate you're never going to be able to get close to a woman. Maybe you should rethink your approach, and get cleaned up first. If you stand out to much, you'll definitely become a target. You might be a demigod, but you're not immortal. On the other hand, you feel your immense power slowly draining away, and you thirst for blood to refill it...
To just chase after the first woman you see and murder her in broad daylight, go to >>118
To clean yourself up and get a disguise first, go to >>119
"Jack be nimble, Jack be swell, Jack be hung and sleeps in hell!" you respond. You are winded and your voice is weak, but the voice hears you and laughs.
"ROSE IS RED AND SO IS BLoOd, I'LL EAT YOU WITH A SIDE OF MUD." You can smell it now, it reeks of musk and rotting flesh.
"Ladybug, ladybug, leave me alone, you smell real bad and I have knives of bone!" you threaten, readying one of your bone knives.
The voice roars and you reflexively stab upwards. Miraculously the blade connects just as the beast is leaping onto you. It slides into the creature's flesh and glowing red blood leaks out. The light from the blood illuminates the room, and you can see that the creature's sharp teeth are only inches from your face. The beast struggles and trashes, so you quickly pull out another bone knife and stab its neck before it can bite your head off. The beast howls in pain and collapses heavily onto the floor. You roll away just in time. It struggles a bit longer, then breathes its last breath.
For killing the RHYMING BEAST, you have gained 1 skill point! You may allocate it to one of the following skill trees:
(Keep track of your skills by using the handy reference chart at >>117.)
You pull out the knife from the beast's stomach. You now have Bone Knife (x9) and Glowing Bloody Bone Knife (x1). You use the Glowing Bloody Bone Knife to look around the room. The walls are too steep to climb, so you can only go deeper into the cave. You do that.
Eventually you come to an underground river. There's an old paddle boat half-heartedly moored to a rotting dock.
>>120 Get in the boat and paddle downstream.
>>224 Get in the boat and paddle upstream.
تاناسين ولد في عالم يتجاوز كل شيء، ويطل على كل شيء، وتقديم مشاعر القلق والخوف Tanasin was born in a world that transcends everything, overlooking everything, and offering feelings of anxiety, fear and despair to everything
It is the end after the beginning, the area that exists but does not exist
You can not see Tanasin with your eyes
I can not touch it, I can not hear it, I can not escape
We do not know the art of Tanasin any one with any language on earth
You can not tell Tanasin even if you use all the emotions, memories, events and actions of the world
I feel it. Just this moment.
You do not have to think about anything.
You do not have to tell me anything.
You do not have to consider anything
You do not have to ask anything.
You do not have to touch anything
Դուք չունեք հաղորդագրություն փակցնելու >>667 համար անհրաժեշտ է մտածել մի բանի մասին.
You do not need to do the tone.
I feel it. Just a world spread in front of you
Do not be afraid of Tanasin
He does not flee because he is afraid of Tanasin.
I realized that fear is the weakness of my heart
I was afraid of Tanasin because you look at Tanasin
Tanasin knows everything
The meaning of living in this world. Deep psychology of human beings. The conflict of fear and expectation is unknown.معنى العيش في هذا العالم. علم النفس العميق للبشر. الصراع من الخوف والتوقع غير معروف.
You swing into the darkness but hit only air! The beast is enraged by your feeble attempt and mauls you. It ruthlessly sinks its heavy jaws into your neck. Your skin breaks and you try to cry out in a pain but nothing comes out. It bites harder and your head is severed from the rest of your body.
YOU HAVE DIED
SKILL CHART
You start with 0 skill points and level 0 in each category. Gain skill points throughout the story. Spend one skill point to increase by one level in a category of your choice.
Knivesmanship
Bonesmanship
Jurisprudence
There's one! There's a woman! She's a little chubby and middle-aged, and probably not a virgin, but she'll have to do. As soon as she sees you running toward her, she screams and runs in the other direction. But you're much faster. You have the power of a demidemon, after all. You tackle her to the ground and bite her neck. You bite and bite again until she stops screaming. Blood is everywhere. You feel your whole body pulse with power. You easily rip apart her body as if it was tofu. People stare from a distance in horror. Somebody has gone running to get the local Liberian warlord for help. But you don't notice this. You are focused on dismembering the dead woman. You rip out her heart and take a big bite out of it.
You feel a sharp sting in your back. Many sharp stings. Like an army of bees. You turn around angrily and see that you are being shot with an AK-47. The local Liberian Warlord has shown up with a small army. Now more AK-47s come out and they all shoot you in a deafening chorus of bullets. Your skin has been hardened by your recent bloodfeast, but the endless onset of bullets threatens to pierce your skin and tear you to pieces.
You go back to the shanty, but there is no shower or running water of any kind. Nor is there anything you could use as a disguise. You're determined to get cleaned up though, and you don't want to be seen. You decide to head into the forest. It takes you hours, but you eventually find a mountain stream. Perfect!
You bathe in the stream, using a rock to scrub off all the blood. It takes a while, but you feel so much fresher afterward. You air dry on the shore, then start cobbling together a shrubbery disguise from leaves and vines. Unfortunately your unholy power is more suited to murder than it is to tailory, and before you know it the day has already ended! You feel all the life force draining out of your body. Your vision dims and you collapse...
YOU HAVE DIED
As you paddle downstream, the current grows faster and faster. You hear the unmistakable roaring of a waterfall. You desperately try to paddle to shore, but the rapids are too strong! A bright light blinds your vision... You plunge out of the cave and over a gigantic waterfall.
You open your eyes and see a breathtaking view of a majestic forest. For a few glorious moments, you are suspended in freefall. The world is bright and beautiful.
Then you hit the water and everything is dark and chaos. Violent currents toss you around like a sock puppet. You struggle and flail but the raging whirlpool only sucks you deeper. A sharp rock bashes into your head and you pass out and drown.
YOU HAVE DIED
It's necromancy time!
You try to revive your dead sister but only succeed in bumping an old thread on DQN.
Unfortunately nobody cares. The thread slowly sinks to the bottom once again, ignored and forgotten.
THE END
You approach the infernal ticket booth. It's basically just a vending machine, but more fiery and ominous.
There's only two buttons:
>>125 "BUY TICKET (costs 1 soul)"
>>126 "BUY TICKET (costs 1 sexy bear photo)"
(Note: you may only select the second option if you have a Sexy Bear Photo in your inventory.)
You approach the infernal ticket booth. It's basically just a vending machine, but more fiery and ominous.
There's only two buttons:
>>125 "BUY TICKET (costs 1 soul)"
>>126 "BUY TICKET (costs 1 sexy bear photo)"
(Note: you may only select the second option if you have a Sexy Bear Photo in your inventory.)
But wait! There's a tiny third button in the corner, barely visible. In fact, if you had let yourself be distracted by something silly like falling in love, you probably wouldn't even have noticed it!
>>127 "DEVELOPER OPTIONS"
| ＼
|Д｀) No one is here.
|⊂ I can dance now !
|
♪ ☆
♪ ／ ＼ RANTA TAN
ヽ(´Д｀;)ﾉ RANTA TAN
( へ) RANTA RANTA
く TAN♪ ☆
♪ ／ ＼ RANTA RANTA
ヽ（;´Д｀）ﾉ RANTA TAN
(へ ) RANTA TANTA
> TANDANCING END
You press the "BUY TICKET (costs 1 soul)" and immediately the machine starts vibrating violently. A compartment in the machine slides open and a tentacle shoots out and shoves itself down your throat and begins sucking your soul out of your body.
You are now soulless. You are no longer in love with the usher.
The tentacle retracts, the compartment shuts, and a ticket comes out of a slot below. It is printed on cheap recycled paper and just says "TICKET". I guess that's all your soul was worth.
You bring the ticket to the usher, who accepts your ticket. The large ornate doors swing open. The inside is dark, and you cannot see within. You go into the theater.
It is smaller than you expected. There are 10 rows of seats. The screen is blank, and the seats are empty, despite the laughter you heard earlier.
>>129 Sit near the front.
>>130 Sit near the back.
>>131 Sit near the middle.
You hand over the bear revenge porn and quickly shuffle to the back in shame.