You both are passing by the pool when, from the hedges, a rabbit emerges and begins hopping near your feet. "What a cute little bunny," you say, not realizing what its presence means. \n\nIn the distance you hear it. Loud, powerful. A turn of the head and it is upon you.\n\nLarge.\n\nFerocious.\n\nFluffy.\n\nThe ribbon-ladden poodle emerges from the brush like the preying hunter that it is. Your fiancée reaches for you, to pull you out of the way.\n\nToo late.\n\nTime begins to slow. The bunny hops away, complacently, as the poodle's sheer force sends you reeling. \n\nThe second your feet are off the ground, you release. Time continues its methodical pace. You feel it, streaming out your shorts in chunks as you fall backwards into the clean, blue water.\n\nThough it isn't blue for long. You land with a splash, and as you go under, a brown mist formulates at the surface.\n\nThere's a moment where you ponder if you can blame the dog for this, blame something for this.\n\nInstead you take many, many deep breaths before things finally go from brown to black.\n\n[[//You never had a Chance, amIright?//|Courtyard3]]

[[So silent.|FinaleC]]

So it sounds like you got a few crazy poops in, but not all of them. Congrats! You're kind of good-ish... Huh.\n\nYeah.\n\nSo you don't really win... or lose... Maybe try again to poop less or... Or... poop more?\n\n[[I don't even know anymore.|Credits]]

[[It's not creepy.|FinaleE]]

She doesn't think so either. \n\n[[She's perfect.|FinaleF]]

[[There are odd murmuring's from the crowd.|FinaleG]]

"Oh really," she says, her eyes widening, her hand now moving further through your shorts. She's biting her lip and you realize that you've done goofed.\n\nShe touches the emergency release button and you're anus opens in this moment of weakness. You bend over in hopes to pull her hand from your shorts, but it only locks it into place. \n\nHer eyes lose that excitement, her expression turning into one of disgust.\n\nShe screams as you feel the sloppy feces depart your body and enter your boxers, her hand in the middle of your newly formed stew.\n\nShe screams and in a moment of panic, rips her hand from your pants, showering her face and dress with the excrement.\n\n[[//She's not into that kind of thing.//|Courtyard2]]

[[Oh.|FinaleI]]

[[Oh, God.|FinaleJ]]

[[Oh please, no.|FinaleK]]

Does she still love me?\n\n[[Oh no.|FinaleL]]

Can you make eye contact with her?\n\n... That's a [[nope.|FinaleM]]

She looks at you, smile slanted. "Baby," she says, "why are you being like this? Both my parents are into history, I've told you about that."\n\n"You used the word 'gallery' before... I thought that was art history... But this?" \n\nThis would be the point where you'd want to start a fight, where she'd calm you down, where she'd hold you and tell you that it's okay.\n\nInstead the Long John Silver's still seems to be swimming around inside you, flopping about back and forth. You put your arms under your armpits, in hopes to keep yourself together.\n\nTaking this as a sign of insecurity she sets the torch aside and smiles. "Come here."\n\nShe wraps her arms around your neck, and nuzzles her head under your chin. You can't help but unclench your arms (though not your anus) and reciprocate her affections.\n\nHer eyes are closed in your embrace. "This is just a big step for us, you know? We're growing up, getting married and all that crazy stuff." She turns and looks up at you, her eyes filled with something you want to experience every day.\n\nAfter a while she says, "I should probably turn the lights on," and goes next to the torch and flicks a switch, illuminating the deadly instruments in whole.\n\nYou give her a look.\n\n"Part of the fun of coming down here is the suspense of it all," she laughs. "So what part of the house would you like to see next?"\n\nYou and your stomach both make audible, worrisome groans.\n\n<<if not visited("Courtyard1")>> [["I think I need some air..."|Courtyard1]] <<endif>> <<if visited("Art1")>> <<endif>>\n<<if not visited("Game1")>> [["Did your dad say something about a mechanical bull?"|Game1]] <<endif>> <<if visited("Game1")>> <<endif>>\n<<if visited("Courtyard1", "Game1")>> [["Do you think dinner is ready?"|Kitchen1]] <<endif>>\n\n[["So is there a Medieval bathroom here, by chance?"|Poop10]]

Like, wow, the people in the front are starting to move away it's so [[bad.|FinaleO]]

Eye contact yet?\n\n[[Nope.|FinaleP]]

[[You're expecting something. Anything.|FinaleQ]]

You're in the car, parked, gripping the steering wheel like you would a lifeboat.\nThere's an odd shift in your stomach, a groan.\nThere's a knock on the window, but it's her ring that catches your eye.\n\nIt's your fiancée. She beckons you with her hand, her smile. \nYou overcome your discomfort and exit the car.\nAs you follow her up the front steps of your future in-laws massive castle-of-a-home (something you'll most likely never be able to replicate for their daughter) you feel it. The bubbling, fuming, urge twisting and turning in the depth of your bowels.\n\nShe looks back. "They're going to love you."\n\nShe knocks, each replicating an internal pain you're feeling. \n\nIt's happening.\n\nBy God.\n\n[[//You have to poop.//|Begin]]

You're right there. You're hastily trying to unzip your zipper and pull down your pants, like it's now or never, when you hear a knock.\n\n"Hey," a voice says.\n\n"Hey, what?" you reply, angrily. \n\n"I wanted to talk to you." It's her dad.\n\nYou hobble to the door, your pants around your ankles. You crack it open just a tad. "Um, what's up?"\n\nHe pushes the door open all the way, despite your momentary protests, and enters the bathroom. You clambor to get your pants back on though it's clear he doesn't care. \n\n"I wanted to... To talk. Man to..."\n\n"Man?" you say, as you fasten your belt.\n\n"Yes, man to man." He clears his throat then rubs his fingers across his mustache. Did he have that when you met earlier? "You want to marry my daughter. My only daughter. Who I've loved since the day she was conceived."\n\nYou shiver at the thought, letting loose a tiny fart. He, again, doesn't seem to care.\n\n"And now she's grown up and I feel, well, estranged from her. And part of that comes from the idea that she's getting married and her fiancé," he turns to you, "didn't think to tell me about it, or even meet me before hand."\n\nThere's a twisting feeling inside you, and for the first time today you think it isn't because you have to poop. \n\n"I don't want to be one of those father-in-laws that you have to impress, or that you feel you'll have to surpass or whatever..."\n\nYou feel momentarily relieved.\n\n"Because it doesn't matter if you're good enough for me. It matters whether or not you're good enough for my daughter."\n\nThe pressure returns.\n\n"And I don't know you very well. But I do know her. And she said 'yes' to you." He grabs you by the shoulder and gives it a shake. You try not to cry, but you think you're going to die if you don't poop soon.\n\n"Treat her right, son," he says, "because she thinks you're good enough." And for a moment, you think you can see him smile, like he did when he saw his daughter earlier today.\n\n[["I really appreciate that, sir."|Kitchen3]]\n[["Thanks," //begin to weep// "Dad!"|Kitchen3]]\n[[//Extend arms for super-loving hug.//|Kitchen3]]\n\n[["Well it's about damn time!"|Poop16]]\n

She laughs, "Yeah."\n\nAnd that's all she says. \n\nYou make it to the bottom of the stairwell only to find out that there actually was a slide that spiraled through the interior of the hall.\n\n"It's a lot more fun to walk though, isn't it?" Her eyes glitter in the light from the fire. "You get to know a person a little bit better.\n\n//How do they have a slide in here but not a freaking bathroom?//\n\nYou begin to ponder if you've ever seen her leave for a bathroom break... Not during your first few dates... Never before or after a movie... Unless she went when you did? \n\nYou start to get very, very paranoid.\n\nAnd that's when she opens the door to the gallery. If you want to call it a "gallery."\n\nIn a twist of interior-design fate, the entire room is plastered white, like an asylum or a hip-hop music video. Inside there spans a number of medieval weaponry, tools, and materials.\nThere are metal cages, a more modern guillotine, and the one machine that rips the limbs off people.\n\nOh, and in the corner sat not one, but two iron maidens.\n\nYou withold dumping yourself momentarily when you see that there's probably like four or five paintings scattered about and hey, that's more than you have.\n\n[["Has a bit of a BDSM vibe going on doesn't it?"|Art3]]\n[["I didn't know your parents were into... This..."|Art3]]\n[["Oh yeah, super casual, everyone has one of these somewhere in there house..."|Art3]]\n\n[[//"Sweet mother of Atlantis."//|Poop9]]

"Uh huh," he says, clearly not buying it.\n\nYou swear you're being sincere, but your stomach growls at you and you twist in pain. He smells the weakness. Possibly physically, as you think you might've let a little bit out.\n\n"So what'd you come down here for?" he asks.\n\n"We were curious about this mechanical bull," she replies, "dad says you just... bought it?"\n\n"From the DelVaccio's. They're closing one of their bars to open two at opposite ends of town."\n\n"Oh, that makes sense."\n\nHuh. You never realized till now that this is what rich people talk sounds like. You expected more Ferarri references.\n\n"Have you used it at all yet?" you ask.\n\n"Yeah, I can go about fifteen seconds or so alright. The DelVaccio kid can go for like forty seconds though, and it's insane."\n\n"Forty seconds?" you blurt out, "That's hardly anything!"\n\nNow they are upon you.\n\n"Oh," she says, "so you think you can do it?"\n\nNow you know that there is actually no reward here from proving that you can do it, and, in fact, you'll most likely crap yourself in the process. //But//, you think, //I would look pretty cool.// Plus, c'mon, forty seconds is no big deal, right?\n\n[["Alright, I think I could, but maybe later..."|Game4]]\n[["My bowels may literally burst..."|Game4]]\n[["Screw you guys, I don't need your peer pressure!"|Game4]]\n\n[[//Peer pressure, man//. "Fine."|Poop13]]\n

"You're such a dweeb," she says, "always playing the romantic." \n\nShe turns away, but you know she's smiling ear to ear.\n\nShe leads you down the hall towards a singular, metal door. It has no handle and she pushes it open like you would entering a nightclub.\n\nAnd sure enough, that's not far from what the gameroom was like.\nIt's large, multi-leveled with a full theater to the right and an elevated platform in the left-hand corner. You see billiards, ping-pong, foosball, several arcade systems, and the bull, sitting atop the platform like an idol.\n\nStereos line the upper corners of the room, blasting some form of hip-hop that you're probably to old to "get." There are lights coming from the bottom of the walls, changing colors every couple of seconds. You think to yourself that if you lived here you would never leave this room. \n\nExcept to use the bathroom. Because there isn't one.\n\n"Sis! You're home!" You're unsure where he came from, but suddenly her brother is in front of you, hugging her. He's six years younger than you both, but he's short for his age. When she bends over to embrace him, you catch a glimpse down her dress. He sees this, and instantly has a scowl about him. You know that whatever was to come of this evening just got a whole lot harder with him against you.\n\n"So this is the boy," he says in his teenage voice.\n\n"Yeah," you try and laugh, "you're dad said the same thing."\n\nHe's not buying it and you know that you should've brought him some peace offering. Like baseball cards. Do kids still collect baseball cards?\n\nYou can't remember if you even have any old baseball cards.\n\n[["You've got quite the set-up here."|Game3]]\n[["Oh man, you've got the new Space Action-Duty game?"|Game3]]\n[["I'm //really// excited to be marrying your sister."|Game3]]\n\n[[//Challenge him - to the death!//|Poop12]]

"He did mention a mechanical bull... Yeah. I actually don't have any clue what my brother could do with that but who knows with the teens now a days, am I right?"\n\nYou look at your fiancée like she's mad.\n\n"You need to lighten up today, maybe some games would do you good." She takes your hand and guides you back towards where you came in. Her hands feel extraordinarily soft today. You think about complimenting her, but wonder if that's weird.\n\n"Is it weird for me to compliment the softness of your hands?"\n\n"Sweetie," she laughs, "you're the one with baby smooth hands, don't even pretend that mine are anything special."\n\n"No really," you say, stopping her. "They're really soft today. I like holding them."\n\nDid you just say that? What're you doing, feeling her up?\n\n"What're you thinking about? Feeling me up?"\n\n//Boom.//\n\nYou can't help but crack a smile. You picked a good one.\n\nShe rolls her eyes at you before pulling you forward, "Let's keep it movin' baby hands."\n\nAs you're walking down the hall, you pass a large expanse of windows, overlooking the courtyard.\n\n[["I'd like to have a porch overlooking a yard someday."|Game2]]\n[["It'd be cool if we had a wall of windows like this in our own house."|Game2]]\n[["We should live in a trailer park. Then we'd not have to look at these scenic views and just look at each other."|Game2]]\n\n[[//It's so pretty.//|Poop11]]

You regret your words almost immediately, as your shoulder, still within his grip, is crushed. \n\n"Oh, c'mon, that's all you've got?" You regret these words more, though you feel they're deserved.\n\n... That is until he turns your face around and smashes it into the mirror, shattering it into dozens of pieces.\n\nYou spit a little blood, "You're daughter has hit me harder than that!"\n\nHe spins you back so you're facing him. "Really?" he asks. So you spit in his face.\n\nUnflinchingly, he turns you towards the toilet and throws you onto it. Then he starts swinging. Left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook, each punch releasing a little bit of your insides.\n\nHe keeps this up for what you think to be hours, until you have largely nothing left inside of you, and when you think it's really all going to end you hear a large splash, and know that he just made you crap your heart out.\n\nYou've got but a second to realize that the expression is "eat your heart out," and that this is an odd poop metaphor, before you're gone.\n\n[[//Shouldn't have pissed off the bear.//|Kitchen2]]

[[You can start to smell it.|FinaleN]]

Wrong thing to [[say.|FinaleZ]]

He makes an audible growl. You only have a moment to question if it was even you he was growling at before he mutters, "Nice to //finally// meet you." You look and see that your fiancée remains neutral to the reaction.\n\nHe, begrudgingly, extends his hand, which you take. His grip is harder than God's. You writhe in pain, your gut notably doubling over itself. Your bowels loosen...\n\n[["Owwww..."|EnterHome2]] \n[[//Swallow Pain.// "It's a pleasure to meet you."|EnterHome2]]\n[[//Reel in hand silently, shedding a lone tear.//|EnterHome2]]\n\n[[//Worse than pulling your finger.//|Poop2]]

You've chosen to poop yourself <<print visitedTag("poop")>> times.\n\n<<if visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>>Congrats! You've done it all. You've pooped as many weird and strange ways as physically possible. Heck, you even died a couple times in there! Nice.\n\nThey'll call you from here on out [[Sir Dump-ster|Credits]].<<endif>>\n<<if not visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>>Hm... Yeah. So, you didn't poop yourself in every single way... That's a bummer. In fact you're so sad that you poop yourself. \n\n[[Womp womp.|Credits]]<<endif>>

She rolls her eyes, keeps that ear-to-ear smile. \n\n"I'm glad you're mine."\n\n"You're going to have to clean up after a lot of messes."\n\nShe [[nods.|FinaleAA]]

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Was it the Del Taco? Or was it when you were hankering for that extra cup of Wendy's chili? All you can be sure of at this point is that you're on the clock.\n\nThe door opens.\n\n"Hi daddy," she says, embracing the tall stranger in front of you. \nHe's loving, smiling, positively gleeful at the sight of his daughter.\n\nThen he turns to you. His smile vanishes. \n\n"So this is the boy."\n\n[[//Extend hand.//|EnterHome]]\n[["That's me."|EnterHome]]\n[["Y-yessir."|EnterHome]]\n\n[[//~Poop yourself.~//|Poop1]]

Turn to her.\n\nLook her in the [[eye.|FinaleW]]

Congrats! You've done it - you've literally lost every single way, through pooping yourself many times and even dying occasionally... Weird, right?\n\nNot sure if you should be proud of yourself, but hey, it's got to count for [[something.|Credits]]\n\n

[["Hey, he shit himself!"|FinaleH]]

Wow. You, um... You did it. You made it through the entire game without getting 'dumped'.\n\nYou... win? \n\nThat's pretty lame. You weren't even remotely curious what would happen if you pooped yourself? You know what, you poop yourself out of lameness.\n\n[[Lame-o.|Credits]]

With only the slightest push, the door opens before you, revealing a large, exquisite ballroom filled with chandeliers, foods, glass, wood, marble, and lights. And, of course, people.\n\n"Surprise!" The crowd roars, swarming you both before you have the choice to say or do anything. You're lifted from the ground, carried by the mob towards a stage at the far end of the room.\n\nAs she rides the wave, you can tell how in love she is with you, her eyes alight with the colors of the room. You wave to her, and she waves back.\n\nOnce at the stage, she begins to explain things, that these are her friends, relatives, long lost cousins, personal butlers who've since moved on, and the oft estranged professor here and there. \n\n"Did you know about this?" you ask.\n\n"Not until just a minute ago. Isn't this crazy?"\n\nYou turn, looking at the crowd who're excited for you, her, your future //family// being here. You're like a rock hero or something.\n\nYou start jumping about, getting into it all,the crowd eating it up in their odd, informal, celebratory way. You face your future bride and pull her towards you.\n\n"You're the one. You know that right?"\n\n"I know," she says. "Are you going to kiss me now or just wait till the wedding day?"\n\nYou laugh. You're not //that// patient. And then you do it, you kiss her, and fireworks and lights and the heavens themselves shake with your momentary [[embrace.|Finale9]]

A cry of [[disgust.|FinaleS]]

"Ah," you say, a weight departing from your shoulders.\n\n[[It's still silent.|FinaleB]]

"//Don't Get Dumped//"\n\nBy Dallas Stiles\n\n//Made in Twine//\n\n\nSpecial Thanks:\n\nQuentin R., for having to pee for over 30 minutes and still talking to me.\n\nJody B., for pushing me to completing this project.\n\nKayla L., for listening to me talk about my "poop game" for way, way to long.\n\n[[Restart?|Start]]

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[[You haven't pooped yourself since.|Finale4]]

[["I can do that."|Finale2]]

A Taco Bell [[joke.|FinaleR]]

Don't Get Dumped

Well, shoot. You pooped yourself.\n\n[[//Really?//|Kitchen1]]

"Oh, that's easy," her brother says, "you just go in your pants."\n\n"...What?" you reply.\n\n"Yeah, adult diapers, man. We all wear them." \n\nYou look over at your fiancée, uncertain whether her brother is trolling you or not.\n\n"Honey," you say, "I love you, but if your brother is eff'ing with me right now I'm gonna make him eat a diaper."\n\n"Well if he was kidding, where would you get the diaper?"\n\nYou roll your eyes.\n\n"It's a valid point," she says. "Doesn't matter though, we totally all use adult diapers. Way cheaper and more efficient than paying for water, toilet paper, and so on."\n\nYou, again, look at her like she's crazy. "You can't be serious? We've been dating for two years, how has this never come up?"\n\n"We've never had to talk about this sort of thing before."\n\n"But I've been to your apartment," you insist, "You had a toilet and toilet paper there!"\n\n"Well of course," she continues, "that's for guests to use. I just use my diapers."\n\nYou have to pull your jaw up from the floor. "You're serious?"\n\n"Completely."\n\n"So," you begin, "that means you have a bathroom here for guests, too, right?"\n\n"Logically, that'd make a lot of sense," her brother chimes.\n\n"But, nope. No we don't," she says.\n\n"Just go, man, it really isn't that bad."\n\n"Yeah, c'mon sweetie, if you really have to go, just let it go."\n\nYou turn between each of them, examining their eyes to see if there's even a chance that they're lying.\n\n"Oh my gosh, you guys are being serious?"\n\nThey both nod.\n\n"Go ahead," he says, "just let it go."\n\nYou think to yourself whether or not it's worth it. \n\n"But I don't even have a diaper on," you persist.\n\n"Baby, you can do this. You have my permission. You don't need to think this through any more."\n\nYou sigh. Maybe they're right? Maybe it's time to let this one leave the nest...\n\nPlop.\n\nThere's a stillness in the room.\n\n"Did," her brother begins, "did you-"\n\n"Oh, sweetie." She and her brother turn to each other at first in awe, then laughter.\n\nYou sit there, in your own filth, and ponder what the logic was that convinced you to do it. And maybe there wasn't any. Maybe it was just that you had to poop and you wanted to do it, right now, so you did.\n\nAnd that's pretty cool.\n\nYou're pretty cool.\n\n"Oh my God, baby, you need to go change your clothes immediately," she says through her tears and laughter.\n\n[[//Well, you kinda walked right into that one.//|Game4]]

"This should be good," she says. That smirk on her face is almost reason enough to back away from the challenge, but you know that you can't. Somehow, for some reason, you can't stop the inhibition to get on that machine.\n\nMaybe it's because you loved your rocking horse when you were a kid? Or maybe it was because your grandpa always bounced you on his knees when you were a toddler?\n\nWhatever the weird, psychoanalytical reason, you're sure of one thing, and it's that you're going to dump yourself, should you choose to do this.\n\n...\n\nYou mount the bull.\n\n"You ready?" her brother asks, readying the controls.\n\nYou tighten your sphincter and nod.\n\nThe first few seconds are okay, a quick jerk here and there, but you're managing it fine. Then comes the bouncing. Oh, the bouncing.\n\n"Keep it going baby, you can do it!" she says, cheerfully.\n\n"Hold on tighter to the grips!"\n\n//'Hold on tighter to the grips'//, what does he know? You drop one hand, and 'yee-haw' in defiance.\n\nYou little daredevil, you.\n\nIt's been a lifetime since you started and you're feeling the floodgates breaking. Is that even the term you'd use for crapping yourself? You're unsure, but it's irrelevant as the next large bounce shoots you skyward, a trail of brown sludge shooting out behind you.\n\nYou trail above the bull and continue to hover there for a few moments before you realize it. //You can fly.//\n\nYou angle your rear towards the wall, and begin zipping about the room, your stream shooting like that of a fire hose.\n\nIf she and her brother weren't so morbidly disgusted, perhaps they'd think that you actually have some really cool super power.\n\nWhen you feel your load about to deplete you angle your feet back towards the ground, a poop-laden Icarus, and look about the room to see what you've done.\n\nIt's covered in feces and the multi-colorful lights barely shine through the smatterings. "How'd I do?" you ask.\n\nShe starts to vomit, but her brother says that you flew for a good forty-two seconds. Forty-two! You consider that an accomplishment in and of itself.\n\n[[//But you only rode the bull for six.//|Game3]]

"Alright," you say, "you've got all these games. How about we see what you've got?"\n\nHer brother shrugs. "Sure, we can do that. What'cha feeling?"\n\nYou pan the room once more over, again spotting the foosball table. "Well I played soccer for a semester in high school," you try and not sound //too// cool. "Foosball."\n\n"Okay," he says.\n\n"I didn't know you played soccer?"\n\nYou look at your fiancée and chuckle. "There's a lot about me you don't know, sweet thang."\n\n"Excuse me?" she says, a hint of //jealousy// in her voice.\n\n"Stand back and watch this."\n\nYou take your side of the table, he takes his. You get a feel for the grips, spinning them once or twice, just for fun's sake.\n\nYou feel //good.// Except the whole gastro-intestinal nightmare that's boiling below the surface.\n\nBut that's neither here nor there. "You ready?" he says.\n\nYou nod, confident that you're going to shred this kid, maybe that'll teach him some respect-\n\n<strong>Smack!</strong>\n\n"Goal," he says, his face expressionless.\n\n... You think to yourself that you've gotta play it cool.\n\n"Good shot," you say. //Little shit.// You take the ball from the goal and place it back in the center. "Go!"\n\nYou both play for about ten minutes and it's pretty clear that you're the better of the two.\n\nEven you're surprised by that.\n\nAfter the second game you realize that you're positively dominating the boy. //Now// he'll get how cool you are!\n\n"Hey," you say to the kid, "not bad-"\n\nHe looks up at you.\n\n"-if you were aiming for my players!" Wicked burn.\n\n"Okay," she says, coming over, "let's try two on one, my brother and me against you."\n\nYou do the cool-kid shrug. "Sure, if you both want to get beat, that's cool."\n\nShe flicks the ball with her finger and it hits you in the forehead, the ball falling to the ground.\n\n"Poor sport, poor sport," you say, turning and reaching down to grab the ball.\n\nAnd that's when she does it. A quick jab with from her foosball stick directly connects with your anus, and you know that there's no going back.\n\n"Oh no."\n\nThe pressure releases from your abdomen, and with the strength of twelve-thousand tyrannosaurus rex's, your body roars open, sending forth a tremor like blast that blows the foosball stick through the entire table, into your girlfriend, impaling her on the distant wall.\n\nHer brother starts yelling, in that teenage voice, and you start shrieking, in your slightly older, slightly effeminate voice, all while pooping, and your fiancée, ever so accepting of these things is just yelling, "Seriously? Like, seriously?"\n\n[[//Don't get me started on the mess that made.//|Game2]]

Through the windows you look at the sky, the water, the birds chirping by. You feel poetic, and begin to ponder what it is exactly that you're pursuing in life. \n\nDo you want this? Do you want financial status or do you want something more?\n\nLooking at the picturesque scene before you it's hard to say whether it's the beauty that's sacred or attaining it that makes it so splendorous.\n\nThen you remember that you're actually not looking at the sky, the grass, the water. You're looking at glass, and through that glass, and you think that perhaps there will always be this barrier between you and true splendor.\n\nThere is a tingling in your neck, perhaps endorphins from your intimate thoughts? It's odd, though, as it detracts from your bowel pains almost entirely.\n\nShe's looking at you, knowing that you're having one of "those moments," and is respecting just that.\n\nYou reach out and touch her. Maybe you won't have to search much longer.\n\nThe light becomes notably brighter, making your eyes water.\n\nShe thinks you're crying, and though normally she'd punch you or call you a total wuss, she knows you're in your "moment" and doesn't want to detract from that.\n\nShe comes in closer, gives you a peck on the cheek. It tingles, just like your neck and spine. Your eyes continue to water, providing a lens for her to see through you, to your heart, to your soul.\n\nYou think that God couldn't have made a more amazing thing, and you feel a deep relief in knowing that that very thing has been bestowed to your trust.\n\nYou feel it pop, not from the bottom, but from your head, in your control center, a popping, fizzing, oozing that makes everything go bright and then dark and then vanish, all at once, with her image burned into your mind.\n\nYou've had an aneurysm, and though you can't feel it, you know that she's there clutching you as you fall, knowing that she's screaming her heart out for you to return to her, for someone, something, to bring you back.\n\nIt's lonesome knowing that you can't be with her, but you find comfort in knowing that while you wait here in limbo she's clutching onto you, trying to keep you, eternally, in her warm embrace.\n\n\n\n\n[[//Also, you shit yourself.//|Game1]]

"Good one," she says, "actually it's the pike if you couldn't tell, why don't you try sitting on that?"\n\nYou pause. You know what? How dare she. How dare she! \n\n"How dare you!" you yell. Good one, that'll show her. "I have had to poop for what feels like a lifetime now, and you lead me into your family's dungeon-torture pit, and now you're telling me that instead of taking the massive dump that I have hoped for, you're going to insist I go and sit on a //pike//?"\n\n"Hey," she insists, "it was just a little joke-"\n\n"No!" you yell, "This is not just a joke woman, I'm literally going to dynamite-crap all over your dad's torture toys!"\n\nShe looks down at the floor, holding one arm in the other. "Actually," she begins, half-smiling, "they're mostly my mom's."\n\n"Son of a-" <strong>BOOM.</strong> Like a dye pack from a bank robbery, you're pants pop in the rear, coating the white walls and the diabolical machines behind you in your foul rear-end resin.\n\nHer face has turned a pale green, though your demeanour has remained entirely stagnant.\n\n"Well, I warned you."\n\n[[//That got a little bit real for a second.//|Art3]]

"Oh boy, my parents are avid collectors of... Obscure art," she says.\n\n"Obscure art?"\n\n"You'll see." She guides you through a few grandiose passageways that remind you of Spanish cathedrals, leading to an out-of-place cobblestone stairwell. It is very dark.\n\n"This looks like we're heading into a dungeon..." you say.\n\nShe doesn't respond. Not at first. "My brother and I used to play down here all the time, looking for hidden passageways and anything fun like that."\n\n"I thought this place was massive, but you really do live in a castle..." \n\nThe light fades as you walk further down the spiraling stairwell. \n\nStill no bathroom in sight.\n\nWhen it's nearly pitch black you hear a clicking sound, followed by the steady glow from a lighter. She raises it towards a hanging torch which instantly ignites.\n\nYou want to ask her when she started carrying a lighter, but the fact that the room is torchlit makes you wonder if anything is worth questioning at this point.\n\n[["So... A torch, huh?"|Art2]]\n[["Are we almost there?|Art2]]\n[["This is freakin' weird. Just sayin'."|Art2]]\n\n[[//It is pretty dark...//|Poop8]]\n

Maybe it was the smothered hashbrowns from Waffle House? Ooo, or the Grand Slamwhich from Denny's? You begin to wonder if you're a stress eater.\n\n"Daddy," she says, "It's so great to see you. Where is everyone else?"\n\n"Well," her father replies, "Your mother has been in the kitchen all day making dinner for you. Your brother spends so much time playing games now a days... He bought a mechanical bull from the neighbors garage sale and..."\n\nThe pangs are now dull and rhytmic, like contractions before going into labor.\n\nYou must be making a face because her father is grimacing.\n\n"What the hell is the matter with you?"\n\n[["Dammit, man, I have to poop!"|Tour]]\n[["Nothing, nothing, sorry, I'm just nervous."|Tour]]\n[["What's the matter with you?"|Tour]]\n\n[[//What nice carpet you have.//|Poop3]]

"Hey," you say, "we should play a quick game of hide and seek."\n\nShe looks at you, curiously. "Okay..."\n\n"Count to sixty, and I'll go find a spot to hide."\n\nShe has that smile on her face, the one that hints at her playful nature.\n\n"Alright, starting now. One, two, three..."\n\nBefore you hear anymore, you're off. You're running as fast as you can, the stinging in your rear so prominent you're sure you're going to burst.\n\nYou turn back for a moment, only to trip on something wooden. You have but a moment to clench your rear and do so with tremendous success.\n\nAs you lie on the ground, you know you don't have much time. You undo your belt, slide off your drawers, and with the might of a thousand men you poop, for lack of a better word, ferociously.\n\nYou groan in agony and relief as you finish the deed, your hunched position locked.\n\n"Oh, God," she says, staring at you from down the row of hedges. Your face reddens, but it isn't until you turn to see what she's upset about.\nA little wooden sign, now broken.\n\n"R.I.P. WHISKERS"\n\nShe has tears in her eyes, before she turns and runs back towards the house.\n\n[[//So, so close.//|Courtyard1]]

"Oh, you should've said something! C'mon, bathroom is this way."\n\nYou're walking through the large, marble halls, the smell of porcelain tantalizing as you near sweet salvation. \n\n//Deep breath in, deep breath out.//\n\nYou near the end of the hall, a door at its end. Everything is amounting to this moment. You feel the churning in your stomach, but you continue on, knowing bliss is near.\n\nThe wooden door has a faint shimmer around it, golden in hue, akin to the gates of Heaven.\n\n"Here we are," she says, but you hardly hear her as you reach for the knob, twisting it with a might you never thought possible.\n\nA shriek! A spine tingling shriek! You feel it reverberate through your entire being. It's warm.\n\n"Mom!" she screams, "We're sorry, we didn't know you were in here!"\n\n"Get out!" her mother, says to you, pantsless. Your eyes are locked onto her. She's covering herself, but you're captivated by her lines, her curves, her look. What a curious look she has. Now it's tracing you, moving from your eyes, down your body, down your leg. Warm.\n\nHer eyes widen. She moves her hand to her mouth.\n\nAs you stare at her, shit-stained, your fiancée screams. It sounds just like her mother's, you think, before realizing you've become erect. The world begins to spin. Spinning faster and faster before you fall backwards, your excrement splatting on impact.\n\n[[//By God, when will you make it to the toilet, man?!//|Tour]]

You get down on all fours, realizing that you're, literally, going into labor.\n\n"Get me a bucket!" you yell, but no one understands the severity of your situation. They stay there, stunned, watching you like the obscure animal you are.\n\nYou release a howl so tremendous it shakes the marble columns before you utterly crap yourself.\n\nYou fail to recognize the strangers in front of you and instead of facing their judgment you find that it's best to lie down and embrace the filth.\n\n[[//You're not very good at this, are you?//|EnterHome2]]

You feel an instant "clunk" in your pants. While you felt it, everyone else heard it. Now it's not you but your future father-in-law backing away, his eyes wide.\n\n"What in the..?"\n\n"Daddy," she shrieks, "What did you do to him?"\n\nYour face reddens, the smell begins to formulate, and suddenly any sympathy is revoked by your heinous display.\n\n[[//Shouldn't have worn white shorts.//|EnterHome]]

Before you know it you've lost control of your sphincter. At first it's a light toot, then you feel it: moist - ungodly moist - bubbly, even. It's trickling down your leg when the smell finally hits you.\n\nYou recoil, surprised how you yourself could produce such a toxic odor, before looking towards your fiancée whose face has turned a sickly green. \n\nHer father has one arm around her, the other on the door. You reach out to explain yourself only to have it slam in your face.\n\n[[//Let's pretend that didn't happen.//|Begin]]

Do you speak first?\n\n[[Her?|FinaleX]]

A [[kiss.|FinaleT]]

You begin going down the rows and rows of deadly metal and wood. "Are these all real?" you ask.\n\n"Pretty sure they are." she replies. "Safe to say my parents aren't really known for buying standard 'antiques'."\n\nRecognizing that each machine has taken at least one life in its installment you start to get a feeling that the room could be haunted.\n\n"So is this place haunted?"\n\n"What?" she says, "Are you serious?"\n\n"Look, there've been enough secrets today, last thing I need is a ghostie getting me when I least expect it." You shift your stomach and tighten your cheeks, just in case.\n\n"A ghostie?"\n\n"Yeah, a ghostie. Don't pretend you don't believe."\n\n"Oh God," she says, "are you like that guy on the History Channel?"\n\n"He's into aliens, it's totally different!"\n\n"Ah!" she jumps and points towards the far wall. Your eyes follow her finger, seeing nothing.\n\n"What is it?" You turn back and there she is, right in front of you.\n\n"Gotcha!" she sinks her hands into your chest, pushing you backwards.\n\nNow maybe on a normal day this wouldn't get you, but you're still freaking out about her lack of bathroom breaks, and thus you're sent reeling backwards.\n\nYou may have loosed one, tiny, girly squeal of terror.\n\nAs you're stumbling back, you lose your balance and land head back in what you at first think is medieval stocks, but by God, when you look up and see the blade of the guillotine falling towards you, you know that you've never been more wrong.\n\nThere isn't time to react, but there is time to process it all, and as your head disconnects from your body, and thuds against the wooden floor you realize that you're dead.\n\nYou have time to think back to eigth grade history, about the one scientist who was executed. How long could he continue to blink before he died? Why is it all you can think about? What about your fiancée? The love you'll never fully express, the family you'll never get to raise, the lives you'll share together?\nBefore anything more it happens. \n\n[[You're dead.|Poop9A]]\n\n

"It kinda smells like something died down here," you lie.\n\n"Really?" she says, "I don't smell anything."\n\n"Oh definitely. Hey, let me just go check and see if the smell is coming from behind us." It doesn't make sense, but you know that you're past the point of no return.\n\nShe's probably giving you that same curious look as before, but it doesn't matter. You're turning before she can answer, trying to hurry up a few stairs at a time, when you slip.\n\nYou catch your face from crashing into the stone, but the impact has left you utterly hopeless. Your behind can only take so much.\n\n"Are you okay?" you hear her yell. The sound of her footsteps grows near, the light drawing closer.\n\nIt's going to take all your might to respond and not dump, but the pressure is building steadily. \n\n[[//"Don't come any closer!"//|Poop8a]]\n\n[[//EMERGENCY OVERRIDE ACTIVATED//|Poop8a]]\n\n[[-whisper- "Goodbye."|Poop8a]]

"Yes, you're looking a little green," your fiancée says. "Let me show you the courtyard." \n\nEach step sends a chill down your inner thighs. All you can do is clench and pray.\n\nYou exit through a large, glass double-door, emerging into a massive courtyard, surrounded by expansive green hedges. In front of you is a multi-layered swimming pool. There's a slide, a diving board, a fountain. The air is warm, and for a moment you're at peace.\n\nShe leads you past the swimming pool and towards a tiny dog house.\n\n"Hm," she says, "I wonder where Chance is?"\n"Your dog?"\nShe nods. "It's no matter. He's probably trolling through the hedges for rabbits."\n\nYou continue to walk through the courtyard. "I used to come here all the time when I was younger. It's great because it's so quiet and I could escape whatever was going on in that house."\n\n[["What went on in the house?"|Courtyard2]]\n[["This place is seriously a palace, what could you hate?"|Courtyard2]]\n[["I can imagine, your dad seems pretty terrifying."|Courtyard2]]\n\n[[//If it's outside, it's fertilizer, right?//|Poop5]]

Before you can say anything, she speaks up, "Daddy! What has gotten into you? It's been two years since I've been here, and you're going to act like this?"\n\nYou realize you started dating exactly two years ago last Friday, when you proposed. Her father responds, "Hmph."\n\n//Hmph.//\n\n"Why don't you show the boy around the house, and I'll go check on your mother. See how things are coming along."\n\nYou sigh, audibly, when he exits, but catch yourself before you release too much pressure. One misstep could cost you.\n\n"Sorry, sweetie. I know he's a lot to handle. I think he would've liked it if you'd met before asking me to get married..."\n\nShe grabs your hand. "But my answer still stands." She kisses your knuckles, each individually, tenderly. "I love you." \n\nA weight lifts from your shoulders. You feel your sphinctor relax, to which you quickly jerk from her grip.\n\nShe looks at you, curiously. "You're nervous." She takes your hand again, this time pulling you along. "Let's walk around. Where would you like to go, first?"\n\n[["You're family collects art, don't they?"|Art1]]\n[["I think I need some air..."|Courtyard1]]\n[["Did your dad say something about a mechanical bull?|Game1]]\n\n[["I desperately need a bathroom break."|Poop4]]

"My dad just..." she pauses, and sits in the grass. You don't dare to bend over, but affectionately pet her head as she continues.\n\nIt's only a little weird.\n\n"I don't hate him, but he worked a lot. All of the time, actually. When he was home, he was on the phone yelling, day and night... It echoed through the halls. I had nightmare's about it all the time."\n\nShe looks up at you, love in her eyes. "Here was different, though. Here I found peace."\n\nShe smiles. "You know I chose you."\n\nYou clearly look befuddled as she only pauses a moment. "I wanted someone who wouldn't put work before me."\n\nFor a moment you see in front of you your Bachelor's of English, and frown. \n\nShe slides her hand up your shorts, up your inner thigh.\n\nThe shivers from earlier return, though you're unsure whether it's your bowels or if it's arousal.\n\n[["I love you."|Courtyard3]]\n[["You know, I do have a //real// job."|Courtyard3]]\n[["I'm never going to be able to give you what your dad has..."|Courtyard3]]\n\n[["You probably should watch where you're touching..."|Poop6]]

"Sweetie?" is all she has time to say when you, like a cannon, launch an explosive dump, through your shorts, at her with the force of a hundred raging stallions. She's gone in an instant, sent craddling backwards down the stairs.\n\nYou hear her fall for an incredible amount of time, and when it finally stops you expect, nay, HOPE to hear her say a comedic, "I'm okay!"\n\nBut she doesn't.\n\n[[Because you killed her.|Art1]]\n

"I love [[you."|FinaleAC]]

"Sweetie, please clean yourself [[up."|DONE]]

"And they're going to be real-life messes. Like mortgages, finding a job, raising kids... It's not just going to be me pooping myself, you know?"\n\nShe nods.\n\n...\n\n"I love [[you."|FinaleAB]]

"Alright, alright," he says, "let's not go overboard on this one."\n\nYou calm, sort of, when you hear a knock at the door.\n\n"Hey," she says, "what're you both doing in the bathroom?"\n\nBefore you can reply, her dad says, "Just having a little chat about how he better treat you right and not //poop// all over your marriage."\n\nDid he just say that? Seriously? Your stomach growls in agreement.\n\n"Daddy," she smiles, "he won't." She looks at you and you connect souls for a moment. "C'mon, dinner's ready."\n\nYou're about to protest when her dad stands up and starts pushing you out of the bathroom.\n\n"Go on, go on, I've got to use the John first."\n\nWouldn't it be ironic if your name was John? Or Lou? Probably not.\n\nShe grabs you by the hand and says, "Race ya," and then starts pulling you along.\n\nEach step sends your stomach into a frenzy. You were so close and you physically don't think you're able to survive the tease.\n\nYou try to ignore it, gripping her hand harder. It's not much of a race when you both are running side by side, but something about it just makes you happy and you don't want to feel anything else but this for the rest of your life.\n\nWhy does your body have to insist otherwise?\n\nShe keeps running, past the kitchen.\n\n"Where are we going?" \n\nShe doesn't respond, but you know something is up. \n\nYou know what, it was probably the Chipotle you had for second breakfast. Figures.\n\nShe turns, cuts through the marble foyer and you come upon an exquisite, gem-infused door. \n\n"Go on," she says, "Open it."\n\n[[Well, poop.|Finale]]

[[The crowd is silent.|FinaleA]]

[["I pooped myself."|FinaleY]]

"I know, sweetie." She gets up, wipes the grass off her legs and dress. "I don't want this. I want you, and whatever that entails."\n\nHer smile gives you butterflies. It's enough to make you forget about your foodbaby and how the Arby's curly fries probably didn't help anything.\n\n"C'mon. Let's go explore some other parts of the house." She takes you by the hand and you two walk back through the courtyard.\n\n<<if not visited("Art1")>> [["You're family collects art, don't they?"|Art1]] <<endif>> <<if visited("Art1")>> <<endif>>\n<<if not visited("Game1")>> [["Did your dad say something about a mechanical bull?"|Game1]] <<endif>> <<if visited("Game1")>> <<endif>>\n<<if visited("Art1", "Game1")>> [["Do you think dinner is ready?"|Kitchen1]] <<endif>>\n\n[[//The world is your toilet!//|Poop7]]

Oh, but your body, now lacking a brain, does lose control of its bowels and shats itself.\n\n[[//Bummer, bro.//|Art2]]

"Oh shoot," she says, "you're totally right, it's got to be time by now!"\n\nShe grabs you by the wrist, dragging you all the way back to the marble halls where you came in. She turns and guides you down another strangely decorated hall, where the floor glows dimly when you step on it.\n\nIt's actually pretty cool, but she's rushing you, and you don't have enough time to bounce around like a goof.\n\nYou burst through a pair of swinging, saloon style doors and enter upon a very modern kitchen. It's all chrome and bright and your eyes need a second to adjust.\n\n"Hello!" a voice cries from somewhere in the room. "My daughter, my lovely, sweetheart daughter!" her mother runs over (in high heels, so it's a slow run) and grabs her child by the face, kissing it feverishly.\n\n"H-hi mom," she says, "this is my fiancé."\n\nYou extend your hand, "Hello it's nice to-" but before you can finish your future mother-in-law has already got a firm grip on you, squeezing you tightly.\n\nYou refrain from kersploding in your drawers, but only because of the mental willpower you've built from not pooping thus far. Maybe you'll learn to never have to poop again?\n\n"My future son-in-law it's so great to meet you! Of course I was quite upset when I heard the news without being consulted, originally, but it's better than you just eloping and ripping her from my life without //any// notice I suppose!"\n\n"Oh," you say.\n\n"Oh, yes, quite," her mother says, her cheery attitude still ever present. "Your father says you've been going for quite the trip around the house, hm?"\n\n"Yes, just showing him all the attractions."\n\n"The torture chamber was probably my favorite," you add.\n\n"Oh, good!" she squeals, "I do love pre-modern instruments of torture. So much more creativity than today's weapons of choice, that's for certain."\n\nYou really don't know what you're getting into.\n\n"Well dinner is just about ready, okay, how about you two go and wash up?"\n\nYour heart skips a beat.\n\n"Sure thing, mom. C'mon," she says, "I'll show you to the bathroom."\n\nYou start to feel faint.\n\nShe takes you out a different way, this hall lined with single, wooden doors that you want to rip open to find the porcelain throne.\n\nIt's an eternity before she stops at one. You've never hated her more than you do in this moment, and you aren't even guilty about it.\n\n"Okay, go on-" but before she can finish you're already in the bathroom, and sitting before you is the glorious prize for your struggle.\n\nThe toilet.\n\n"I'll be back in a few," she says through the door, "I'm going to go get a few things I left from the car."\n\nYou barely hear her. It doesn't matter now. You've made it.\n\nThe promise land.\n\n[[USE THE TOILET.|Kitchen2]]\n[[USE THE TOILET.|Kitchen2]]\n[[USE THE TOILET.|Kitchen2]]\n\n[[~Poop Yourself.~|Poop15]]

[[//Something.//|FinaleU]]

[[You're looking in her eyes.|FinaleD]]

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[[You're married six months later.|Finale3]]

"Sweetie," she says, "what's the matter?"\n\nYou remain silent as to not say anything hurtful, but she reads right through this and knows that something is up.\n\n"Okay, how about we just keep looking around the house, hm? You seem pretty out of it, so just tell me where you want to go and we'll go there."\n\nShe gets close and you smell her perfume. Lavender. You hate that it reminds you of your grandmother, though you know that's probably why it comforts you so much.\n\n<<if not visited("Courtyard1")>> [["I think I need some air..."|Courtyard1]] <<endif>> <<if visited("Art1")>> <<endif>>\n<<if not visited("Art1")>> [["You're family collects art, don't they?"|Art1]] <<endif>> <<if visited("Art1")>> <<endif>>\n<<if visited("Courtyard1", "Art1")>> [["Do you think dinner is ready?"|Kitchen1]] <<endif>>\n\n[["So, not to be rude, but where can a guy take a dump?"|Poop14]]

<<if visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>> [[Fin.|Fin1]] <<endif>>\n<<if not visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>> [[Fin.|Fin2]] <<endif>>

<<set $count = visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>> You've chosen to poop yourself <<print visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>> \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n<<if visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>>[[Fin.|Fin1]]<<endif>>\n<<if not visited("Poop1" , "Poop2" , "Poop3" , "Poop4" , "Poop5" , "Poop6" , "Poop7" , "Poop8" , "Poop9" , "Poop10" , "Poop11" , "Poop12" , "Poop13" , "Poop14" , "Poop15" , "Poop16")>> [[Fin.|Fin3]]<<endif>>\n<<if not visited("Poop11")>>[[Fin.|Fin2]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop9")>>[[Fin.|Fin2]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if not visited("Poop1")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop2")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop3")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop4")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop5")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop6")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop7")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop8")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop10")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop11")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop12")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop13")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop14")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop15")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>><<if not visited("Poop16")>>[[Fin|Fin4]]<<endif>>

D. Stiles

You finally build up some [[courage.|FinaleV]]