pride is not the worst of sins

you wake up confused. naked. amnesiac. unbeknownst to you, a pile of corpses rest below. that plant looks delicious... what do you do? >_

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the name melvin comes to your mind. your name or someone else’s?

you shake the plant, but you don’t hear anything inside. you dig into the roots, but it’s just soil-y. you put the plant down and stare at it. you feel hungrier.

you can still see:

the way you came, to the left;

a bench;

a noticeboard;

a tasty-looking plant;

an elevator.

what should you do?

> SIT ON THE BENCH_

> READ THE NOTICEBOARD_

> EAT THE PLANT_

> GO TO THE ELEVATOR_

> GO BACK THE WAY YOU CAME_

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you woke up confused. naked. amnesiac. unbeknownst to you, a pile of corpses rest below. that plant looks delicious.

you can see:

the way you came, to the left. you recall, fuzzily, that you were freed from a tank by someone. no idea how much time has passed since then. you found a blanket, though;

a bench;

a noticeboard;

a tasty-looking plant;

an elevator.

what is your name? and what should you do?

> YOUR NAME IS POIG_

> YOUR NAME IS YSIO_

> YOUR NAME IS MELVIN_

> YOUR NAME IS LUUMIN_

> YOUR NAME IS ANON_

> YOUR NAME IS SOL_

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