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Jason's Story:
You are in a field. It is night. The moon is covered by the thin veil of mist which has sprung up during the past hour. The land dips and rises around you in now unfamiliar fields and farms. You see what may be a house in the distance. The small forest is behind you and to your left and right the fields continue.
You don't know how to get home. You don't know how you got here.
You are wearing a dark black overcoat, boots that look like they came from an ex army shop and dark jeans. The clothes don't feel familiar.
Searching through your pockets you find the keys to your house, a lighter, a packet of cigarettes and a folded note.
What do you do?
[open folded note]
You open the folded note and read:
"Hey sorry about the clothes, yours were trashed. Call me 555-0606." The writing is feminine and loopy. You feel somehow disappointed.
[walk towards house]
You pick your way carefully across the field heading towards the light in the distance.
The light grows brighter and as you walk on it becomes larger than you can account for. After half an hour you can make out what appears more like a factory than a house.
Do you wish to continue?
You are in a field. It is night. The moon is covered by the thin veil of mist which has sprung up during the past hour. The land dips and rises around you in now unfamiliar fields and farms. You see what may be a house in the distance. The small forest is behind you and to your left and right the fields continue.
You don't know how to get home. You don't know how you got here.
You are wearing a dark black overcoat, boots that look like they came from an ex army shop and dark jeans. The clothes don't feel familiar.
Searching through your pockets you find the keys to your house, a lighter, a packet of cigarettes and a folded note.
What do you do?
[open folded note]
You open the folded note and read:
"Hey sorry about the clothes, yours were trashed. Call me 555-0606." The writing is feminine and loopy. You feel somehow disappointed.
[walk towards house]
You pick your way carefully across the field heading towards the light in the distance.
The light grows brighter and as you walk on it becomes larger than you can account for. After half an hour you can make out what appears more like a factory than a house.
Do you wish to continue?