You come home to find your roommate Julian, along with a number of our mutual friends and acquaintances, doing the smustle in the middle of the living room. Julian cordially invites you to join the smustle. You are fully aware that most who join the smustle will never escape it, but you nevertheless feel a powerful compulsion to submit.
[[Join the smustle.]]
[[Resist the smustle.]]You join the smustle. You smustle all night, and you smustle all through the next day, ceaselessly smustling, even though your body aches and cries for rest. The days pass agonizingly slowly as your limbs gets weaker and weaker. Your fellow smustlers drop one by one, their bodies and lives sacrificed to the smustle. Each one that falls is a grim reminder that soon it will be your turn to perish, and join the great smustle in the sky, forever.
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THE ENDAre you sure you want to resist the smustle? It's a very enticing smustle.
[[Join the smustle.]]
[[Keep resisting the smustle.]]Are you reeeeeally sure?
[[Yes.]]
[[No, I want to join the smustle.->Join the smustle.]]Really reeeeeeeally sure?
[[Yes!]]
[[Actually, this smustle thing doesn't sound so bad after all.->Join the smustle.]]You successfully resist the smustle. What will you do now?
[[Get the hell out of here.]]
[[Fight the smustle.]]You turn around and leave your apartment. It's the smustle's house now.
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THE ENDYou valiantly take up arms against the smustle. Choose your weapon of choice.
[[Broadsword.->Alas]]
[[Battleaxe.->Alas]]
[[AK-47.->Alas]]
[[Katana.->Alas]]
[[Electric Smoogaloo.]]Unfortunately, your pitiful weaponry is no match for the smustle. You perish in glorious combat. At least you died nobly, rather than smustle yourself to death like some kind of jackass.
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THE ENDYou break out in a spirited electric smoogaloo. The smustle is no match for your smoogaloo, and the smustlers rapidly fall before your superior smoves. You sell off their urns for some extra simoleans and spend the rest of the evening eating a bowl of salad.
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THE END