Age of Privacy

In this day and age, people living in modern society are finding it harder and harder to gain total privacy. They are watched by cameras. Their phones are monitored. Their internet use is tracked. What can they hope to do? You sits at home, hidden moniters studying your every move. You play around with some code. ''This code will change everything''. [[The Upload]]

You holds in your hand a stick of data. Glowing red with the ferocity of a supernova, it sits in your hand just begging to be utilised. ''Do it'' It seems to scream. Time has come to a standstill around you. The air is filled with the sound of a dull metallic moan. Every hair on your body stands up on end, as rigid as a cat among snakes. ''It's them, they're here'' [[Escape]]

There comes six knocks at the door, each timed in an unusually perfect rythym. ''*knock knock*'' ''*knock knock*'' ''*knock knock*'' You know that you must escape immediately. Where could you go? Were you being monitered? Of course you were being monitered. The knocking grew louder now, each knock more intense then the last. ''*knock KNOCK*'' ''*knock KNOCK*'' ''*knock KNOCK*'' If you don't escape now then it is surely the end. It is time to take the plunge. It is time to enter the digital world. Of course you could always try and fight. [[Enter the digital world]] [[Stay and fight]]

You jump into the computer screen without a moments hesitation. A blue light surrounds you, it feels almost warm to the touch. A horrible screeching sound suddenly fills your ears. The pain is agonizing. You feel as if your brain is trying to leap out of your head, it rattles your skull and you start to lose conciousness... When you wake you find yourself in an abandoned amusement park. This couldn't be right, could it? You should be in the digital world. How were you still here? No, something seems off somehow. Could this be it, the digital world? Just then, as if confirming your suspicions, a giant block of data floats past you. It is a lime green colour, pulsating in and out and if breathing the atmosphere that you find yourself in. You realise that you need to reach the cetner of the system in order to utilise the stick of data in your possession. [[Touch the giant block of data]] [[Head deeper into the fairground]]

The door slams open and five men in black suits burst through the door. The sunglasses they wear obscure their eyes but you know that underneath them there is only empty space, an absence of features. You lunge towards the men, fists raised, rage welling up inside your head. One immediately takes out a gun and shoots you in the head. You are dead, the world will forever remain oppressed. The tears of children fill the night, misery travels far and wide throughout the city. Somewhere a puppy dies. Are you proud? Did you even try? Some would say a baby would stand a better chance than you. Others would say babies are capable of more. I hope you are content. [[Try again]]

You touch the giant pulsating block with your left hand but nothing happens. Dejected you go to pull your hand away and explore another area in hope of finding your goal. ''Your hand is stuck'' You feel yourself being sucked into the block, powerless to do anything to stop it. When the block has fully absorbed you, only white space remains. You are doomed to float for eternity aimlessly and in defeat. I guess your father always was right about you. You ''are'' a loser. [[Float for eternity]] [[Try again]]

As you walked across the dilapidated location, surely to have once been an explosion of fun for people of all ages, you can't help but feel as if you're being watched. An uneasiness creeps into your body, dancing around your stomach and seeping slowly into your throat. Something is definitely wrong. These next few minutes might be crucial. You look to your left and see two items laying on the ground. One is a simple broom sticking up out of the ground, its handle murky with grime. The other is a polished black pistol, it's barrel gleaming in the dull blaze of the moonlight. [[Take the broom]] [[Take the gun]]

Do you hate yourself? [[Keep floating]]

Try counting sheep [[More floating]]

You better get used to this [[Floating high, floating free]]

You've really messed up this time [[Try again]] [[Float for eternity]]

[[Really?]] [[Take the gun]]

You pick up the gun from the ground, it reflects the moonlight into your eyes with a soft glare. You feel powerful, ready to take on anything. They'll write stories about you. Sing songs about you. You are death, you are deatruction. You have a gun. Yay! Ahead of you lies a funhouse, it emitts a soft red glow into the night. The data stick in your pocket starts to glow brighter, resonating with the light presented in front of it. ''This must be it'' [[Walk towards the funhouse with purpose]]

[[Honestly?]] [[Take the gun]]

You know what you're doing, right? [[Just give me the goddamn broom already]] [[Take the gun]]

You pull the broom out of the ground with a soft thud. I suppose that you feel ready for anything now. Armed to the teeth, equipped to take on an army. Ahead of you lies a funhouse, it emitts a soft red glow into the night. The data stick in your pocket starts to glow brighter, resonating with the light presented in front of it. ''This must be it'' [[Walk towards the funhouse]]

As you get closer to the funhouse a figure emerges from the shadows at it's base. Dressed from head to tail in bright colours, its facepaint hiding it's true features, a mask convenience, a cover on it's true visage. Holding a knife in one hand and a pie in the over, it lets off a maniacal bloodcurdling laugh. It's a clown. One might even call it a killer clown. One should definitely call it a killer clown. [[Suddenly that broom doesn't seem too useful]]

A sense of fighting spirit washes over you, you know you can surive this. The clown launches his pie at you. it flies fast through the air but you're faster. The pie sails past you and lands on the ground behind your feet. The ground starts to melt. ''Wow, acid'' You think to yourself. ''I feel sorry for anybody who gets caught by that'' As if by instinct, you snap the broom in half over your knee, now holding two jagged ended sticks, you use them to pierce the clowns stomach. Almost as soon as the sticks enter his body, the clown loses his balance and falls onto the ground. He then disappears into thin air along with both halfs of the broom. [[Spout a one liner]] [[Carry on in a stoic fashion]]

Grinning with the surefire knowledge of an easy victory, you raise the cold metal into the air and level it with the horrible monsters face. You find yourself thinking about what would have happened had you taken the broom. You quickly perish that thought from your mind. You squeeze the trigger. ''*click*'' The gun is empty. The clown launched the pie with a ferocity seldom achieved by the human race straight at your face. As the pie connects, you feel a deep burning sensation. The pie was full of acid. You feel your face melting away along with your hopes and dreams. Did you feel powerful with the gun? Did it make you feel strong? You have always been weak and you shall remain weak in death, your life has been a waste up until this point, you have been killed by a pie. ''A pie.'' That king of thing doesn't happen to heroes, it happens to background characters. You are a background character, never importand and never remembered. Farewell. [[Try again]]

''Well I guess you could say..... I swept him off his feet'' [[You are just the worst kind of person]]

Nothing to say? Nothing at all? Not even a satisfied grunt? .... Fine. [[You are just the worst kind of person]]

You open the stalwart iron door the funhouse, causing a large creak to escape into the air, traversing the whole amusement park before fading off into the distance. The walls are chipped and rusty inside and the air smells of decay. You feel like you're getting close to the central mainframe. The database holding all of the governments files on it's citizens. The old man who gave you the data stick said it would delete the files and crash all of their systems. You just wanted some privacy, it was time to achieve that. As you venture on further, the path splits into two. From the right you can see the redder glow getting more and more intense. From the left you can hear a faint meowing sound [[Turn right]] [[Turn left]]

You head right down the corridor, the red light growing brighter and brighter until you emerge into a room unlike any that came before it. You room is an endless red that seems to stretch infinitely across the plains of reality. In the middle of the room sits a single solitary computer, was this the government mainframe? You head towards it, anticipation welling up inside your stomach. You take the data stick out of your pocket, it's glow is intense, brighter than you have ever seen. Suddenly you are not alone in the room. On your left stands a man in a black suit, sunglasses obscuring his eyes. He looks as if he has something to say to you On your right stands the old man who gave you the data stick all of that time ago. His eyes look eager and there is a wide smile plastered across his face. He also looks as if he has something to say. [[Listen to the man in black]] [[Listen to the old man]]

As you head left down the corridor you eventually come to a small empty room, empty apart from the kitten sitting in the corner softly meowing at you. You feel your heart melt a little bit. Finally something nice among all of the evil that you have encountered so far. [[Pet the kitten]] [[Kick the kitten]] Head back the way you can and [[Turn right]]

You walk over to the kitten and start to pet it. It begins to purr loudly at your touch. Aw, isn't that nice. Taking time you don't have to pet a cat that isn't technically real. Its good to know that you have your prioerities straight. Now having gained absolutely nothing except probably fleas its time to go back the way you came and [[Turn right]] Unless of course you had a change of heart and now want to [[Kick the kitten]]

You swing your foot back behind you before launching it forward at the poor unsuspecting kitten. You absolute monster, he just wanted to be petted. A horde of giant spiders materialise out of thin air and begin to bite you all over your body. You are left there on the floor paralyzed. You spend hours in excruciating pain before dying and being sent to hell, only to experience it again and again for all eternity. This is the part where i'd normally belittle you, but quite frankly i'm just disappointed. [[Try again]]

''Whatever this man has told you to do, do not listen to him. He is a wanted terrorist, inflicting harm on others to comply with his own twisted beliefs. He is dangerous and if you value the world and it's safety, you'll give me the data stick right now. We'll pretend this never happened, i'll even set you up with a nice government job for your troubles'' [[Listen to the old man]] [[Sell out]] [[Eat the data stick]]

''You've done well, give me the data stick and we can finally be rid of them forever. This data stick also contains the detonation sequence for a bomb. Using it I can make them all disappear both digitally and physically. By typing in the co-ordinates of any location in the world, the programme will select that target and eliminate it from the map. I know the co-ordinates for their base, give me the stick'' [[Listen to the man in black]] [[Give the stick to the old man]] [[Arrogantly assure him you can do it yourself and plug in the data stick]]

You hand the data stick to the man in black who possesses a satisfied smile as you do the deed. The old man looks on in horror as more men in black materialise around him. He screams out as they beat him and tie him up. He is still screaming as he disappears into a glowing blue portal with the men. The screams carry on long after the portal has disappeared The remaining man turns his attention to you. ''Good, now let's see if there's a position open for you.'' He sets you up with a job as a janitor in the government office. You get to mop floors, sweep rubbish and clean toilets. Is this what you wanted to achieve in life? Is this how you expected your gallant quest to end? Being a janitor. This is your life from now on, a boring buzz of nine till five every single day without anything to break up the monotony. You eventually fall into a deep depression caused by the pitiful misery of your every day life. You start drinking and taking drugs to numb the pain. Eventually it becomes too much and you take your own life. They find you hanging in the mens toilets, lazily swinging from side to side, but nobody cares even a little bit. You are quickly forgotten and replaced. Lost to history. If history did remember you though, it would be as the snivelling coward who sold out to the enemy. The coward who sold out just to save his own skin. They would hate you, just as your father hated you in life, they would hate you in death. THE END If you want to take a different path then [[Try again]]

Did you..... did you just eat the data stick?! W-why?! You're being sent back to the beginning so you can sit and think about what exactly you've just done. [[Try again]]

You assure the old man that you have this covered and set the data stick in the computer yourself. You begin to enter the co-ordinates to the location of the government building. You finish the entry with a triumphant click and settle down to watch your victory. It is at this moment that you realise you have set the target on yourself. You are an idiot. You run around frantically for a few seconds before every single molecule in your body is obliterated. It is not an elegant death. The two men in the room with you even look away, slightly embarrassed for you, but even more embarrassed to be seen with you. You die a fools death because you are a fool. THE END If you want to take a different path then [[Try again]]

You hand the data stick to the old man who accepts it with a cheerful smile. You then watch on in absolute horror as they take off their mask to reveal themselves to be your ex partner. As they set the co-ordinates on the screen you realise the location they are describing. It is locked onto your house. You watch on screen as your house is obliterated, every single little thing that you own, all destroyed. You can only kneel down on the floor and cry. You cry like a little baby, you cry for hours. All you do is cry. You really do look pathetic. You start the journey home, only realised that when you get there that you no longer have a home. You sit dejected amongst the rubble? What will you do now? The answer is nothing. You will do nothing. You remain homeless for the next few days in the winter cold before your body starts to freeze. A few hours later you are dead from hypothermia. You die alone and pathetic. Vultures feed on you. They also laugh. They laugh a lot. THE END If you want to take a different path then [[Try again]]