Interdimensional Traveler
You proceed to the nearest refrigerator, to see if there is any of that spiked Kool-Aid left.
There is a whole pitcher of it inside. In fact, there are several pitchers...brimming full.
You gulp an entire pitcher down within minutes. The tattooed woman comes into the room and looks at you with horror.
"What have you done?" she shouts.
"It's good stuff." you say
"You can't drink that much at one time...it's laced with sleeping medication...Doki Doki gives it to them to prevent an insurrection! You're not supposed to drink more than a few shots of it!"
Suddenly, the tattooed woman turns into a guitar with arms and hands. Or maybe that's just you hallucinating.
Some guy in a black hooded robe, carrying a sickle, comes into the room and walks toward you just as you black out...
There is a whole pitcher of it inside. In fact, there are several pitchers...brimming full.
You gulp an entire pitcher down within minutes. The tattooed woman comes into the room and looks at you with horror.
"What have you done?" she shouts.
"It's good stuff." you say
"You can't drink that much at one time...it's laced with sleeping medication...Doki Doki gives it to them to prevent an insurrection! You're not supposed to drink more than a few shots of it!"
Suddenly, the tattooed woman turns into a guitar with arms and hands. Or maybe that's just you hallucinating.
Some guy in a black hooded robe, carrying a sickle, comes into the room and walks toward you just as you black out...
