As you search the couch, you find
yourself wondering as to exactly how *deep* it actually goes, your
searching hands detecting no boundary within the dark depths.
Regardless, after a good three minutes of searching you boldly rip your hands from the couch, prize in hand.
No, not a dagger, who the hell would leave something sharp in a damn couch? What were you thinking anyway?
Still, five cents is no small fortune to brush off, especially given that you lost your wallet somewhere along the way.
Finishing your search you cautiously survey your surroundings, you still appear to be alone.
Having deprived the couch of all possible
methods of defense, your swift blade dismantling its... arms, you decide
to search again.
Reaching deep inside the couch, you grasp once
more for buried treasure. Apparently the interior has failed to change
aside from gathering a large amount of stray couch stuffing from your
previous rampage.
However, as you attempt to remove your hands, you find yourself stuck, think fast.
[ ] Knife [ ] Book [ ] Scream [ ] Headbutt [ ] Get sucked in
Luckily, due to your previous antics, the hilt of the
knife is still in hand, allowing you to bring it's blade to bear once
more against your mortal enemy.
As the blade shoots forth the
demonic couch shudders in pain, your blade slicing through what you can
only suppose is it's 'mouth.'
The attack has momentarily surprised it, loosening it's death grip for but a moment, think fast.
THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS
COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS
COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS
COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS
COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON THIS COUCH-DEMON
The thirst for death overcomes your senses, the whole world spins as an icy feeling overcomes your body.
This couch is an eyesore.
The blade continues to wreak havoc within the innards of the couch, it has huge guts, RIP AND TEAR.
Mere
moments later you withdraw your only lightly nibbled hands, the couch
certifiably slain as it leaks an odd stream of stuffing from the
numerous wounds inflicted.
Your disturbance however has apparently drawn attention, far in the distance you can hear the sound of approaching voices.
The choice of hiding place is obvious, like a
well-trained soldier you swiftly and with the utmost care decorate your
body in the torn leather of the couch.
You cannot help but
congratulate yourself on this most excellent disguise, taking up place
within the slain couch's remains and camouflaged by the torn remnants.
The voices draw near, turning the corner appears to be a maid, however... this is no ordinary maid.
Silvery
haired and stalking towards the destroyed couch, staring at the
wreckage of your relentless crusade against this most hated enemy, she
shivers with a dark rage.
The madness overtakes you, the time to overcome
cock-blocking has arrived. You find yourself speeding towards the inert
form, all thoughts on grasping her delicious pads, no, breasts.
Arriving
immediately above the maid you leer down at her helpless form, hands
slowly coming to bear as your greatest weapons against female-kind.
Your senses overcome with the desire for delicious maid breasts, you drop down onto... a knife.
Pain
floods your mind as you find yourself inert upon the floor, the maid
somehow having retrieved a knife from thin air and plunging it deep into
your stomach as you attacked.
Blood is seeping out and staining the ground, you find your strength fading, shock removing proper control of your limbs.
Slowly the once-helpless figure approaches you, crouching down just inches from your face, a cruel smile apparent.
Something
sharp and painful digs into first your right hand, then the left, the
devilish maid taking her sweet time in dealing inevitable death upon
your now helpless form.
Well, whatever you happened to reach, it'll have to wait, anemia just kicked in yo.
The
world spins as the sudden and quite familiar feeling of your chronic
anemia begins to afflict you once more, senses loosing sync with your
surroundings as you collapse back onto the bed.
Even as the world
begins to blacken before your eyes, you get the distinct feeling of a
presence above, the faint sound of laughter reaching your ears as
something pushes you forward.
Plunging head first into the mystical gap, you find yourself immersed in a sea of stars, floating ever peacefully.
You scream like a little girl, letting out
all your feelings of terror and allowing the entire vicinity of stars
know just how unmanly you are.
Simultaneously you manage to force
yourself flying towards what appears to be the safest escape, the
shimmering image of a town approaching as you float forward.
Plunging forth you find yourself flying head first towards rough ground, literally face-planting in the dirt upon arrival.
You vaguely hear the sound of both cautious and concerned voices from all sides... they sound human, thankfully.
[ ] Play dead [ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Attempt to stand-up
Despite the still-present feeling of the
previous anemia attack affecting your senses, you make a valiant attempt
to stand-up, managing to at the very least reach a kneeling position.
It
seems luck has favored you this day, you find yourself in what appears
to be a simple human village, although none appear to be coming forward
to aid you immediately.
Instead you notice a hole in the growing crowd forming for some individual, a woman approaching swiftly.
Hands? Common courtesy? Such things are unneeded for
the male incarnate such as yourself, instead you lunge forward for the
true prize.
Sadly, you fail to calculate your actual remaining
strength reserves, your sudden surge forward simply sending you
unceremoniously flying into the dirt once more.
Rolling over,
gasping for breath, you catch sight of the woman's bewildered gaze,
however you don't think she truly caught on to your true motives.
Strength fades you once and for all, the anemia attack claiming your consciousness.
Ignoring the noises outside, you decide that you'd
best use your time wisely, approaching the laundry basket and beginning
to search it's treasured depths.
For some odd reason, your right hand throbs in slight pain as you use it, you can't remember injuring it however.
Dismissing
the pain you continue looting, minutes later emerging with what can
only be a pair of silk panties, recently worn no doubt.
[ ] Equip [ ] Discard [ ] Exit [ ] Go back to sleep
You leap into hiding, closing the door swiftly behind you and huddling into cover within the cramped and dark pantry.
Footsteps
pass by outside, you think you hear shouting and the definite sound of
multiple individuals moving throughout the house.
The pantry is
too dark to see anything, your only glimpse being due to outside
lighting before shutting the door, it would be easy to trip and spill
your biscuits.
Lights, who needs lights? Your the goddamn spider-kamen bitches.
Crouching down into the most comfortable position possible, you begin to devour your tray of deliciously prepared biscuits.
A few minutes later you finish the batch, finally sating what was a growing hole building in your stomach.
You
are left in the dark with an empty tray, the sounds of searchers are
still present outside, however they seem to have grown more distant,
perhaps spreading out further.
[ ] Exit [ ] Remain in hiding [ ] Collapse from anemia [ ] Grope blindly
Discarding the tray near the entrance, you proceed to search, no make that *grope*, the pantry.
Hands
first you proceed carefully, finding the dark room to be much larger
than you originally expected, or perhaps you simply landed in some sort
of passage?
Regardless, eventually you hit an end, wherever you are, wherever you began, you're not quite certain as you can't see shit.
[ ] Search the wall [ ] Attempt to find the entrance once more [ ] Cry in a dark, lonely corner
Acting on an instinct, you reach out and
proceed to utilize your immense groping, er, searching skills that is,
deftly covering the wall in mere moments.
Your hand finds a hold
on a stray stone, pulling it with a loud 'click.' The room reverberates,
you pull back from the wall as it seems to part ways, the sudden
flashes of moonlight nearly blinding to your un-prepared eyes.
It
appears to be a secret exit of sorts, you still hear the sounds of
searchers in the distance, yet you doubt anyone, even the owner of the
house, would think to check here.
Also, it's fucking freezing, because you're wearing panties and left all your decent clothing behind.
Before you is the dark forest or you can circle around the house and make your way into the village, choose wisely.
You decide against venturing into the forest, odds
are that you'd die a cold painful starving death out there, at least the
village would likely only condemn you a madman.
Circling around
the house, you stealth out into a bush and take in the village center,
noting a single massive figure patrolling before you.
Focusing
your gaze you note that he wields a massive blacksmiths hammer, twirling
it idly as he likely awaits either the return of his companions or to
find you.
[ ] Sneak attack [ ] Retreat [ ] Attempt to move silently past him
