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(Primer: Story in an old-fashion text game format, standalone. Let’s say the prompts are an unknown player, and the text the game. The game’s descriptions represent the player’s perspective and so are an imperfect narrator — distortions in text represent distortions in player perspective.
I am uploading two versions of this, one with distorted text and one without. I like the distorted one, but understand if you might just find it annoying so there’s the other version. This is the distorted one.)
CHAPTER 1
>You wake up. Your head hurts.
look
>You look around. You’re currently inside a bunk, inside a small barrack. The room has several beds, two stories tall bunks with a lower and upper level each. They’re all empty, for a good, long time even, except the one you currently occupy.
stand
>You get up.
look self
>You look at yourself. You’re currently wearing your typical gear; fatigues and a long coat. All similar, but slightly different shades of green. They all smell a little.
look room
>You look around the room. There is an exit to the north. There are many bunks, with lockers on the floor at the foot of each pair of beds. They’re all empty, you know from memory. There is an AK-47 leaning next to your bed. It’s yours.
Take gun
>You take the AK-47.
North
>You exit north. You enter a long, tall hallway, much larger in volume than the meager barracks you just left. It is 15+ feet both wide and tall. Its length is substantial. It extends west, with a few more doors lining it, and east, to a giant, empty missile silo.
East
>You travel east. You enter a large, empty missile silo. At some point a nuclear missile occupied this large, cylindrical space, certainly at least 75 feet wide, before branching into different hallways. The solid floor becomes a thick, grated floor, possibly to allow the exhaust of a missile to flow downwards rather than through all these various passages here and there.
Look up
>Upwards, you see the cylindrical missile silo extend upwards, up until the roof. Two huge, metal plates that presumably opened at some point to deliver the payload of this place, now were closed once again. Thanks to the solar panels outside, LED spotlights still illuminated the place, otherwise it would probably be pitch black. Thankfully, the panels were rather weatherproof, as they were now already pretty old.
west
>You travel west. You’ve returned to the hallway from before.
Look doors
>There are a total of four doors in this hallway. Plainly exposed to a missile silo, one door is opened, the one you came from. There are 3 others closed, doors 2, 3 and 4.
Enter door 2
>You enter door 2. This is the food storage. It is stocked with enough preserved food to last a long, long time. You’ve added a small amount, but for the most part it was already here. Everything is in crates. You’ve only opened a few already.
look food
>A lot… lot of food. It would be hard to do the math to see how long it would last just one person….However, it is all universally flavorless. Labeled with seemingly imaginary flavors, it tastes like dirt. Unless dirt tastes different, these days…
exit
>You leave, and return to the hallway
Enter door 3
>You enter door 3. This leads to a series of stairs, which spiral up the missile silo, to the command center and eventually the surface.
Exit
>You leave, and return to the hallway
Enter door 4
>You enter door 4. This is the commissary. Also containing food, it contained ammunition, clothes and other superlatives. You’ve only opened a few crates.
look ammo
>You haven’t shot your gun in over a year. But in case you need to shoot it a few thousand times, you’re covered.
look clothes
>There’s no washing clothes, around here. So even though you have lots of it here, only the smallest of it fits, so try not to breeze through it too quickly.
look food
>The other room was more ‘survival’ food, while this was more ‘elective’ food. Cigarettes, alcohol. The cigarettes are rotted, but the alcohol is still good. You’ve helped yourself before. Very recently.
leave
>You leave, and return to the hallway
Enter door 3
>You enter door 3. The staircase to command, and the surface.
>You are thirsty.
Climb stairs
>You go upstairs. They just continue, plainly, for some time. After a good 100 feet, you reach the command center. A room full of non-functioning (For the most part) computers, with thick, heat-resistant glass, facing the empty missile silo cylinder. This was probably where the business happened, if anywhere. Downstairs was more an auxiliary bunker. The stairs go back down, or continue upwards. There is also a ladder, with a hatch, that led to an air control tower.
Climb stairs
>You go upstairs. They continue, spiraling further and further. Eventually you reach the front door….Per se. It is thick, closed and horizontal. Level with the ground outside, as you remember it.
>You are thirsty.
Open door
>You şişli escort bayan currently have: 1 AK-47, and the clip attached. That would not be enough for the whole entire world….Not with them out there. Are you sure?
look ‘them’
>You don’t see any.
remember ‘them’
>It would be rude to use the phrase zombies. A tired and trite term. Think… feral, but very living humans. Angry, violently tearing each other apart. Though, it’s been years since you’ve seen them last, now. Who knows how many. Logically, if they were all violent towards each other, they should be mostly self-destroyed by now. But it wasn’t something to assume.
>You are Thirsty.
>You are Hungry.
Go downstairs
>You return to the control room.
Climb ladder
>You scale the ladder….It is slow, and tight. Once you arrive at the top, you open a hatch, and emerge in a small tower. With glass in every direction, it is your only possible view of the outside world. It looks midday. The sky is cloudy. There are rolling hills in every direction, sparse, dead trees, brown grass, and a small city on the west horizon. The road leading to the bunker, the top of the bunker and everything else around is covered in leaves. You can’t see any living thing.
>You are VERY hungry.
>You are VERY thirsty.
Go eat and drink
>You go back down the ladder, and back downstairs. You go back downstairs. You return to the food pantry. You open an MRE, as the packaging says. You eat its contents, with only the required preparation. It tastes like cardboard.
>You go to the commissary. You open a package of beer. You drink a beer. You drink a beer.
>You feel a bit tipsy.
look water
>There is no water. There is a water purifier up in command, but you were never able to get it to work. Beer was the only hydration option left since you got here. With minimal power, that didn’t seem like it was gonna change any time soon. You were able to get emergency power, which was lights, and could charge your cellular phone. But it never got any signal, anymore. It was a glorified clock, now. There were functioning bathrooms, but they all worked on… vacuum?? No water. No baths.
Go bathroom
>You exit the room. You return to the barracks. You enter the bathroom.
Look bathroom
>It’s a row of non-functional, communal showers, non-functional sinks, mirrors and toilets.
look mirror
>It’s you. You are a woman, in your mid 30’s. Your hair is normally dirty blonde, but now it is just plain dirty. Partially dreadlocked, and down to your hips. You’re currently wearing men’s fatigues and a man’s overcoat.
remove clothes
>You remove your clothes, for some reason. Fortunately this place is perpetually somewhere in the 70 degree range, so it’s pretty comfortable regardless.
look mirror
>It’s you. You’re currently nude. You’ve gained weight since moving in to the bunker. The abundance of food after months or more of starving is clear as day, but it is survival, after all. Thusly, you are pretty Rubenesque, but then you always have been ‘curvy’. Of course, this lost all meaning the day you ended up here. Or maybe the day this all began…
>Your body is dirty….After some time, the dirt dries out enough to basically be rubbed off, like dust. So just occasionally, you wipe yourself down to feel more comfortable….Maybe it’s just the exfoliation that feels better.
>You feel tipsy.
Drink beer
>Not wanting to walk around naked without a reason, you get dressed again. You walk to the commissary. You drink a beer. It’s good — it makes you feel good, somehow, and emotions, let alone good ones, are pretty rare these days. With nothing else to drink, it’s really been getting to you, somehow. One more sounds like a good idea.
Drink beer
>You drink a beer. It’sh VERY good. Better by the ssecond. By the time you finish it, you feel ffantastic.
>You are drunk.
leave
>You leave, returning to the hallway. Everythin seems just a litle more interestin.
East
>You return to the missile silo. It is wiide and open. The grate below your feet plunges into… darkness, but iz absurdly thick, strong metal. It’s been a loong time since you were afraid to stand on it.
Go to bathroom
>You enter the… barracks. An you enter the bathroom
Look mirror
>It’sh still you. You look a lil giddy.
remove clothes
>You remm’ve your clothes. AhHHh, that’s MUSH mmore comfortable.
leave
>You leave, not worried ’bout clothing anymoree.
masturbate
>…Nahh, this place is too miserable.
Go upstairs
>You climb the stairs, barefoot an all.
look
>You’re in the command center. Computers and such surround you, all off. An dusty.
Fix purifier
>You weren’t able to do this sober, let alone now. Trying runs the risk of breaking it…
Fix purifier
>You approach the purifier and open the side panel. It needs power… or something, and it SHOULD have it, and you should just put water in… taksim escort bayan or something… and it should just… work?
>You are thirsty — you could go for a beer
drink beer
>You go downstairs. You enter the commissary. You drink a beer. It’s delicious. That was a great idea.
leave
>You drink another beer. It’zz fantastic. You plop yourself ona floor, savorin it, along with the warm, fuzzzzy feeling in your head.
leave
> Yoo zzrink ‘nuzzer beeer. Iss goddamned delicioush. Yoo juzz soak upp the momenn, pleased azz punsh.
>You are absolutely drunk.
leave
> Yoo ssagger outside, ann hiccup. Everythin’ is s’premely happy. Orr maybe juzz you.
masturbate
> Yoo plop down onno yer budd. Whad a grade idea! yoo shtart t’ massage yer pussy, gennly. Oh, iss lovely. Yoo spred yer legs, wider ann wider, ann pleeeze yourself, li’l moans yoo dinninn realize you were makin’ neverthelezz echoin’ upp ann down the silo.
affer unntold minids orr hours massurbatin’, yoo pazz oud.
>You wake up, some time later. Your head hurts. Everything looks the same as ever — with these lights, day and night were meaningless. There is a huge puddle of piss around you, as you lay there. You slowly struggle to your feet. You realize you are naked, and go fetch fresh clothing, and put it on.
>You are hungry.
>You are thirsty.
>Your head hurts.
go eat
>You enter the food pantry. You open and eat an MRE. Bland as ever. It’s a little hard to eat, and a little nauseating.
>You are thirsty.
>Your head hurts.
>You could go for a beer.
Go fix purifier
>You return upstairs, and approach the purifier. Despite not learning anything, you give it another shot. You hit the big button next to the spigot. There’s some old, scummy beer in the hopper for it from the last time you tried to make it work….It was either that or pissing in it…
You hit it a few times, and disconnect and reconnect a few wires that could be removed by hand. It shoots sparks, the last time….Did it just break?
It looks no different than before.
>You are VERY thirsty.
>Your head hurts.
>You could REALLY go for a beer.
Fix purifier
>You refuse to give up. You scour the room for instructions. Documentation on international nuclear protocol? Yes. How to use the damn water cooler? Nothing.
>You are VERY thirsty.
>Your head hurts.
>You could REALLY go for a beer.
FIX PURIFIER
>Your patience runs out.
You go downstairs, and enter the commissary. You drink a beer. It is VERY good. You forget why it was so important to not drink too much at once anymore, there are like a zillion down here. You drink a beer. It’s sublime.
>You feel MUCH better.
Fix purifier
>You return upstairs. You return to the purifier….You’re as out of ideas as ever. Should it be so hard to use?? There’s a light on it, a little red one, that proves it has power. What else could it be??
Fix purifier
>You’re out of ideas, for now. And patience.
>You could go for a beer.
leave
>There are multiple ways to go….Of course, you would LOVE to leave this whole damned place, safe as it is.
go sleep
>You return to the barracks, and to your bunk. You remove your clothes, especially since they are, for the time being, cleaner than you are. And you go to sleep.
>You wake up some hours later.
>You are thirsty.
>You are hungry.
>Your head hurts.
>You could go for a beer.
Go eat and drink
>You get up. You get dressed. You go to the food pantry, and eat another MRE. It was allegedly pizza, this time. You go to the commissary. You open a new six-pack of beer. You drink a beer. It is delicious, so you have one more.
>Your head no longer hurts.
Fix purifier
>You return upstairs. You scour the machine, with a fresh bout of patience. You pull it from the corner of the room. –It always seemed mounted there, but with a bit of frustration you ended up trying to make sure. Sure enough, it budges free, just stuck from years of sitting there. The power cable is taught, but you’re able to look around the far side. No manuals. But a switch.
press switch
>You press the switch….The eternal light turns from red to green. Reeling at what this might mean, you press the big button on the front again. After a few moments, it starts to rumble, and the old, nasty stuff starts to jumble, and gradually, water starts to pour out near the bottom, spilling over the total lack of a container, onto the floor.
Get beer cans
>You go downstairs and fetch several beer cans….There are many, after all………
Put beer cans under purifier
>Returning upstairs, you place an empty beer can under the purifier. It starts catching clear-looking water-like fluid. Before long, it is empty. Most of the test beer from some time ago had evaporated, by now.
Taste water
>You take the beer can, and sip the water….It tastes like really bad water. But not like it’s mecidiyeköy escort bayan diseased, or anything. You won’t know for sure until it passes through your system.
Pee in purifier
>The hopper is too high. You might break it climbing up there…
Pee in beer can
>You struggle, but eventually are able to pee in such an awkward circumstance. To the point where you actually have to hold it, as the can is full. You are forced to ‘finish’ in a second one.
Pour cans in purifier
>You refill the purifier. The concept was a little extreme, but also offered the potential of making fluid last much, much longer. The machine starts to rumble to life, and will soon likely start outputting…
Put can under purifier
>You put an empty can under the purifier. –One you didn’t piss in. It starts to fill with water. The water continues even after the can is full, so you replace it with another, to be sure.
drink can
>You drink the water……it’s survivable. You’re pretty sure you can taste the ‘source’, however. You can’t be sure, as like most you haven’t drank urine before.
fill purifier with beer, fill 10 cans
>You go downstairs. You fetch 10 cans of beer, and return. Pouring them in the top, you then place the can below, let it fill, and repeat the process. The cans of water are only 95% full, when done. The other 5% was probably non-water. Since you didn’t have bigger reservoirs, you had to stick around for the whole process, as it wasn’t too long before you had to swap cans, but not too fast that it wasn’t an annoying wait. Finally, it is done.
>You are hungry.
>You could go for a beer.
Go eat
>You go downstairs. You crank another MRE open, and eat it. It’s dry… but it’ll keep you alive.
leave
>You return to the hallway.
remove clothing
>There’s no reason to do that.
>You could go for a beer.
masturbate
>You are FAR from the mood.
go sleep
>You return to the barracks. You lay down, and go to sleep. As it wasn’t too long since you slept last, you feel like it wasn’t too long a sleep.
>You could REALLY go for a beer.
Go drink water
>You return to the control room. You drink a can of water. It’s not hot, anymore. It has the vague aftertaste of beer. It’s your first time being hydrated without being intoxicated since arriving here.
>You could -REALLY- go for a beer.
climb ladder
>You climb the ladder, to the tower. Arriving up top, you can see it is early morning, as it turns out. You can see a few of ‘them’ wandering about.
>You could -REALLY- go for a beer.
look zombies
>You look at the people who are NOT necessarily zombies, as they… shuffle about, looking somewhat like zombies. They aren’t pale and gory and dead-looking, however. You hadn’t seen any for some good while, now, but here they were. Despite seeing several, they weren’t attacking each other, anymore.
Not that this was anything of a promise of safety, of course.
>You could -REALLY- go for a beer.
relax and enjoy view
>You try to relax. The sun gradually rises. ‘They’ eventually wander along, for whatever reason. The day is cloudy, like yesterday(?) was.
>You could -REALLY- go for a beer.
take nap
>Your frustration reaches a tipping point. Haunted by thought without words, you go down the ladder. You go downstairs. You go to the commissary. You drink a beer. It is massively relieving. You drink another. It is even more relieving. Or maybe it was the first soaking in. You drink another.
stop drinking
>You drink a beer. It is massively even better. An indescribable relief. Why stop there? You drink another. The relief you feel is ridiculous. You sit on the floor, just sighing and relaxin…Didn’ this happen before? The view is very kinda familiar. Ahh well.
>Jussa few minids pazz, before yoo zzrink ‘nuzzer, tossin’ the empdy can onno the large pile inna corner. the relief you feel only gess bedner. Yoo feel yer bladder leddin’ loose. Ahh, thass eeven bedder! now’at you’ve made room, yoo zzrink ‘nuzzer. –who eeven cares ’bout the purifier?? yoo zzrink ‘nuzzer……
CHAPTER 2 – SOME DECENT AMOUNT OF TIME LATER
>You wake up. Sitting up, you reach for a beer, crack it open and drink it before doing anything else.
look
> Yur on the ground next to your bunk. You musht’a fell while shleeping, or shomethin. There are empty cansh everywhere. You don’t THINK you are, but you kinda feel drunk all the time.
>You are hungry.
>You hiccup.
go eat
>You go eat two MRE’s.
leave
>You return to the hallway.
>You hiccup, and wobble a lil.
go to bathroom
>You go to the bathroom.
look mirror
> You shee yourshelf. You’a been here a while, now. Your face, and the dumb grin acrozsh it gives way reminder that you migh’ be drunk 24/7 theshe daysh, but you don’t mind. Your hair ish even longer, but you think it’sh preddy. Yer only wearin xl men’sh shlacksh, torn off above the thighsh. Nothin elshe fitsh anymore. Your belly haz grown to and beyond pregnancy shizesh, a beer belly thro and throo. Your breashtsh outgrew any shhirt here, sho you have no choice but to be topleshsh all the time, your g cupsh shwingin ’bout. From the looksh of your pantsh, your fat ashsh ish goin to explode out of thoshe one day shoon, too…
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