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Anonymous Tue 16 Jul 2024 02:42:16 No.67433842 Report

Aight, next
RNGesus chose more comedy
yoink

>>67431978
>At first, once I realized what was going on, I thought I was trapped in Hell, or purgatory or that wheel that Buddhists worship, I think.
>But I've come to understand it's more like a simulation. A really weird, fucked up simulation.
>I dunno if it's expecting something of me or what--maybe I'm meant to get the best "ending" with Lucy.
>But I've since learned, after so many times, that this place isn't the most stable.
>And knowing that, I've learned to make it my bitch.

>Speed.
>I am speed.
>I fucked up a turn last time, lost five seconds. Brained myself on the steps to reset.
>I'm gonna get it this time.

>"January Sixth." consumes my vision.
>I've learned to immediately stamp my left foot down and slide it into a groove I can't see. My body feels like it's getting thrashed by a metal auger.
>FLASHING LIGHTS--I land ass-first on the bench outside of the school, it breaks underneath me. I rush past Naser and Naomi as they begin their scripted approach, leaving them both confused and calling after me.
>I sprint up the steps towards Fang, who by this point has locked eyes on me. The usual disgust is replaced with alarm at my charge towards her.
>"LUCY!"
>Fang lets out a frightened squawk that swiftly snaps into aggression. Trish is about to whirl on me and call me a Skinnie bigot.
>Hard pivot, jam finger towards her. "LET THEM PLAY GUITAR INSTEAD OF BASS, YOUR MUSIC'S NOT WORKING OUT!"
>I immediately pivot to Reed; he knows what's going on, he always does. "Don't pussy out this time," I simply remind him. Trish is fumbling over herself. Reed just nods. I think he's an error in the "code" of this place, whatever it is.
>Fang's yelling something at me as I turn and rush past her into the school. Can't stop, gotta keep going, next step in the plan's dead ahead.

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Anonymous Tue 16 Jul 2024 02:52:09 No.67434064 Report

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>>67433842
>There it is, dead ahead.
>There's a locker right outside of Principal Spears' office that has a narrow gap in it. I don't think I'm meant to really notice the lockers at all, so their placement is shoddy.
>The small space is bright, featureless white light. And it's just wide enough to cram my foot between.
>"Mr. Mous, stop rushing in the halls," I can hear Spears calling out to me from his office. I scream back some mixture of everyone fighting their own battles and the lunch plan; both of those details satisfy whatever arbitrary check I need to progress forward.
>A second later, I jam my sneaker right into the gap between the locker and the wall. My ankle gives an uncomfortable roll before my vision goes white. My entire body feels like it's being stretched.

>My nose is suddenly filled with the smell of pizza.
>I'm at Moe's, on my first date with Fang.
>I think I slip somewhere underneath the "map" that happens to collide with some checkpoints whenever I do the locker fuckery. Forces it to regurgitate me at the next logical point in its trials, being the venue mess.
>Thankfully, this is easily gamed. Fang's in the middle of leading me into the restaurant. The bored waitress is about to give her usual spheel about Dino Moe's history when I holler over her. "MOE!'
>"Wah?! What punk's screamin' at me from in there?" The Italian responded. That's all I need. I whirl around to Fang, he's looking at me with a bewildered stare.
>"I got us the venue, here." It's enough to make Lucy's expression snap from confused to overjoyed shock, something she normally wouldn't achieve for another twenty minutes.
>I don't wait for the wing hug, I rush outside--
>...Nothing. I'm still here. I should've been sitting in Fang's bedroom playing the guitar like a madman right now.
>--SHIT, I FORGOT TO DIAL NASER'S NUMBER AS I RAN OUTSIDE.
>"Goddamnit," I mutter under my breath. Now comes the uncomfortable part: resetting a failed run.

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Anonymous Tue 16 Jul 2024 02:56:32 No.67434164 Report

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>>67434064
>"What's the quickest way..." I tap my foot, looking around for a second, thinking--
>"Oh, right, I'm at a pizza place."
>Turning back about, I dash back into Dino Moe's.
>"LOVE YOU LUCY SEE YOU AGAIN IN LIKE FIVE SECONDS!"
>"Anon, what the fuck is going on?!" Fang calls out to me as I rush past her. I ignore her, it's fine.
>The waitress tries to stop me as I juke her and sprint into the kitchens. I hear Moe bellow out in shock at the sight of a Skinnie in his backroom, a roar of Italian expletives erupting from his shocked mouth.
>Don't matter. With the grace of an Olympic diver, I hurl myself forward and through the air--
>Right into the open mouth of Moe's pizza oven.

>The scalding pain's horrific for about ten seconds. Then my eyes go black; it never lasts long.

>Right. Next try.
>Don't forget to call Naser, that was a rookie mistake.
>I can do better.

>"January Sixth."
>Here we go again.

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might do the Judee one to get something serious written tonight, will let you know whether or not shortly.