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> POUR THE WATER
You pour the contents of the lukewarm glass of pond water onto the floor. “Well that was rude,” Sidney remarks.
You now have an empty drinking glass and a severe lack of mobility in your arms. There’s no way you could realistically escape now, you dumbass.
An old memory wanders back into your head. A bit of advice your father gave you when you were no older than seven. “If all else fails, try shitting your pants. You never know.” You decide that it’s worth a shot.
You shit your pants.
Oh my god. This has to be the lowest point in your entire life. Even getting bullied in high school couldn’t be as bad as this. If being a wanted criminal tied to a post with shat pants isn’t rock bottom, you have no idea what is.
To your surprise, Vain stands up from her table and approaches you in your pathetic state. You feel your first glimmer of hope, for a brief moment, before it is replaced with dread. How could anything good come from this?
“Let’s make a deal, outsider.” She sneered.
This isn’t a request. Not to you, at least, as you have no other choice. Vain, knowing this, started to undo the belt restraining you to the support post and put it around herself like a sash.
Your memories of your family fade.
*INVENTORY:
Empty drinking glass (1)
Shit turd (1)
You pour the contents of the lukewarm glass of pond water onto the floor. “Well that was rude,” Sidney remarks.
You now have an empty drinking glass and a severe lack of mobility in your arms. There’s no way you could realistically escape now, you dumbass.
An old memory wanders back into your head. A bit of advice your father gave you when you were no older than seven. “If all else fails, try shitting your pants. You never know.” You decide that it’s worth a shot.
You shit your pants.
Oh my god. This has to be the lowest point in your entire life. Even getting bullied in high school couldn’t be as bad as this. If being a wanted criminal tied to a post with shat pants isn’t rock bottom, you have no idea what is.
To your surprise, Vain stands up from her table and approaches you in your pathetic state. You feel your first glimmer of hope, for a brief moment, before it is replaced with dread. How could anything good come from this?
“Let’s make a deal, outsider.” She sneered.
This isn’t a request. Not to you, at least, as you have no other choice. Vain, knowing this, started to undo the belt restraining you to the support post and put it around herself like a sash.
Your memories of your family fade.
*INVENTORY:
Empty drinking glass (1)
Shit turd (1)