[ Too much drama in these here parts. And are there any better ways to fix it than with stupid fake text adventures?

No. No there aren't, and fuck you if you think otherwise. Tim is going to rise to this challenge and be the hero Norfinbury deserves. ]


I Miss Videogames
an original text adventure by Tim Wright

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> you wake up in the middle of a forest. you have no idea how you got there, why you got there, or where 'there' even is. you have the worst headache ever. everything sucks.
you slowly get to your feet and hope there aren't too many bugs in your hair. you LOOK around to try and get some idea of what the hell is going on.

to the NORTH are A LOT OF TREES.
to the EAST lie EVEN MORE TREES.
to the SOUTH you see SOME TREES.
to the WEST are TREES.

> what do you do? (type HELP if this is your first adventure and you need instructions)

Characters: undertales
Location post office and possibly other locations!
Date: day 93 and onwards
Summary: being afflicted with status effects. what is this, some kind of game?
Warnings: illness level 1 symptoms

[ threads below! ]

[ Well, Vriska got right down to business being terrible. Jade figures she should warn everyone to expect similar bullshit in the future, so in true PSA form she's talking to the camera; her dog ears are held back in distress. ]

Hi, everyone. So... what happened yesterday was awful-- what happened to Vriska, I mean. I guess I wanted to explain why she would agree to be... you know, murdered. On camera. [ Insert long-suffering sigh here. ]

You've probably noticed that she is not human. She belongs to a species called trolls, and they are, um, pretty messed up; that stunt she pulled might even be tame by their standards. Violence is basically a troll's first response to a problem, in excess. They're melodramatic like that. [ She makes a huffing noise that was supposed to be a humorless laugh. ]

Oh, and there are two more here; you might want to avoid them if you're squeamish. I doubt they will pick any fights with other species, though, so don't worry about anyone... else coming after you. Just be careful not to become collateral damage.

And look out for the horns, I guess.

Characters: Steve, Quark, and the Pundertales
Location Somewhere in the vicinity of F/G6
Date: Day 86 (late morning)
Summary: A chance meeting in passing lets two small friends reunite for the first time after one of them died.
Warnings: nah

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Characters: House, Ginger, Leon, Enoch, Haurchefant, Raoul, Sans, Frisk, and Toriel
Location: Clinic; E6 - 34/35
Date: Day 87 - Evening
Summary: House and the gang finally make it to the clinic where all sorts of people are knocking around.
Warnings: Language, drug addiction, probably some pranking shenanigans

( Nightmares in the mirror... )

Characters: Frisk, Sans, and Toriel
Location A couple of places near the southern wall near the entrance to the ice caves.
Date: Day 80 (day), Day 81 (Day), and Day 81 (post-lockdown)
Summary: A catch-all for Pundertale shenanigans during the event, including a very long-awaited reunion.
Warnings: Probably body horror and whatnot for the anomalies. References to Frisk's death possible. Will update if anything else turns up

Starters in the comments!

Characters: Toriel & Sans
Location R-10
Date: Day 76, later afternoon.
Summary: Sans and Toriel finally find each other after days of searching. Toriel is more than relieved to see her friend again.
Warnings: bad jokes Tearful reunions, child death mention.

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Characters: Frisk, Quark, and Sans
Location Building 130 (the Pharmacy)
Date: Day 64 afternoon/evening
Summary: A happy reunion.
Warnings: Undertale spoilers, can't think of anything else, will edit if this changes

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Characters: Sans, Rydia, and Haurchefant
Location X7, Building 101
Date: Day 46
Summary: Through luck, fate, or coincidence, three people managed to wander there way into the same building at the same time.
Warnings: none.

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"man, people weren't kidding... this place is bone-chilling."

He muttered it to himself, yet, after only a moment... there was the sound of laughter, coming from seemingly nowhere. It was quiet, and young sounding, but definitely there. Sans looked up and around, tightly gripping the wooden chair leg he'd been carrying around as a weapon.

"hey, is anyone home??"

[ the feed turns on, the video shaky at best, like the person operating the tablet can't hold still -- maybe shivering? chills? fear? the video is focused on a set of doors, dented, worse for wear, a red spiral swirl painted on them.

the chapel. the only sound for the first few seconds? shallow, shaky breathing, someone young, the occasional hiccup, like someone's been crying or has been running, or maybe even both. it stays like this, the video swinging in and out of focus, trembling, the surroundings of a small chapel, abandoned.

it clatters to the floor suddenly, and in the dimly lit chapel Ed comes into view, his eyes wide, hair unkempt and loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual braid, his face pale -- whether fear, disgust, shock, or horror it's hard to say. ]

They... brought me back. Someone... someone brought me back. [ he whispers, dragging shaking fingers up to push his hair out of his face. ] Brought my-- her back. I died. I'm supposed to be dead right now, not here... not...

[ he reaches out touching his face, his hair, then reaches for the tablet. all he can remember is the twisted form of his mother, of Al's voice, of the bitter cold as he was knocked down. it was death. ]

I can't feel anything. I can't feel the cold but I'm shivering. I can't feel the tablet, but I know I'm holding it. What -- what have you DONE TO ME? Where's Al? If he's hurt, if anything's happened to him, I'll --- [ he chokes, like he might cry but it's not out of sorrow, no. he's angry, beyond rage, because bringing anyone back to life is wrong, it's just wrong on so many levels and whoever tried? they failed. ]

W-who did this? Which one of you did this?!

[ he shakes the tablet, his breathing going ragged again, his hair blocking his face, but the sharp scowl plastered across his face speaks volumes. ]

-- if it's not actually what we think, like, it's this place that's real and us who aren't?

[The video starts abruptly, like the one recording is too hasty, too anxious to wait for the camera to start working before he's already talking; and so the first sentence is cut off in the beginning. The video shows Stiles, sitting on the floor of what seems to be a basement, leaning against a door. Very little else is seen; the video focuses on his face.

It's nothing out of the ordinary that he's speaking with his hands flailing through the air, making gestures -- but his face looks drawn, tired, like something more than his usual anxiety mixed with his babbling.]

Just, consider this, okay? Everything we know so far indicates that this place is, you know, real, at least in the sense that the possessed people knew about galaxies that exist in the real world, and historical events that have actually happened. So what if we're the ones who don't match? What if we think we're real but aren't? [A pause as he coughs, turns to look over his shoulder at-- the door? before continuing.]

I mean, obviously we're real in the sense we're alive, but what if we're not who we think? We could be clones of the real us, and the real us are back home, that's why nobody back home has realized we've even left or anything, because we haven't. And that's why we're so easily revived when we die, because they just make a new clone and implant the same memories as the previous clone had!

[He speaks all of this in quick succession, like a revelation, like he's completely convinced this could be the actual truth. His eyes carry a strange look.]

I guess it's impossible to confirm, but, I just-- [He waves his hand to indicate thought to share the theory, and the movement hits the tablet that clatters down from where Stiles had it propped against his knee; for a few, blurry moments, it shows a door, beaten and battered, with dents and scorch marks, like someone has tried really hard to get it to open. On top of all that, there is a spiral drawn on the door in red marker.

Those who have been to the chapel might recognize it to be the morgue, the door to be one of those that hold inside the bodies of those who may have died here. (This particular door holds inside the body of one Malia Tate, Stiles's girlfriend. Suffice to say he's not taking her loss very well.)

A hand comes to view, and the tablet is turned upright again. Stiles peers down, scratching his chin with the hand that isn't holding the recorder.]

Oops, sorry. But, um, anyway-- that's it, I guess. Clones. Discuss.

[Beep. The video goes black.]