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Percy came to a set of two open doors. He chose the one on his right.
-Go [[right]]
-Go [[left]]
Turn [[around]]Percy ran through the right door into the darkness, and found himself on the far side of an endless hallway. He saw a small light glimmering at the end, slowly growing brighter as he sprinted towards it. As exhaustion set in, he suddenly noticed a closed closet door, but thought better than to try and open it. What if it was locked?
-Keep [[running]]
-Check out the [[closet]]The door closed as Percy approached it. Perhaps it was a ghost.
-Go [[right]]
-Try the [[left door]] againPercy suddenly turned around, apparently delirious as he hurried towards the door where the Nazis would be any minute!
(Narrator flipps through his notes)
How the bloody hell did you do that, Percy? Nothing's written here. That shouldn't be possible! What's going on? I...
(The Narrator's voice didn't register as clearly for Percy after a voice spoke inside his head)
-Psst! I can get you out of here. Just give me permission to take over. I can take it from here.
-Nod and give me [[permission]]
-Shake your head if you [[Refuse]]Percy was more stubborn than a bull, so without much luck at the handle he tried to kick down the left door. Still to no avail, he tried to go for the right door, which promptly closed. Only then did Percy notice the strand of a red laser at waste level, which he has repeatedly been passing through. The corners of the square room fall away, revealing a massive, metal, cylindrical room with stairs leading up to a control panel above. A massive screen in front of it displayed a countdown timer, already less than a minute left. Percy could see several smaller panels scattered throughout the room, along with plain doors displaying a colored number. Percy tried his best to escape.
-Hit all the [[red buttons|1]]
-Try the doors in [[numbered order|1]]Percy kept running forward, the light drawing nearer. He felt jubilation as he finally leapt out of the darkness into a clearing, surrounded by fantastical forrest. Looking behind him the door closed in the shape of a wardrobe. Ahead, in the center of the clearing was a flaming sword, stuck in a massive stone, surrounded by several bushes of berries. Little did Percy know the berries were terribly poisonous, and he would be dead before they reached his stomach.
Percy moved to remove the sword, the flames licking even the hilt. However, despite the heat he removed it with ease. In his moment of triumph he looked up into the sky and raised the sparkling blade high. But when he lowered it back down he heard he was no longer alone. Three men came bursting out of the different corners of the clearing, and desperately made their way towards him. Noticing him at the same time, looks of surprise and terror etching their faces, they all stopped dead in their tracks and took note of each other. Gradually, they inched closer.
"Are you a knight, Sir?" asked the King, adorned with a golden crown, "I have need of a courageous man such as yourself! Perhaps you would be one of my royal guard, have your own castle, fight for your King!" He stepped forward with an overconfident sense of royalty, betting on loyalty an honor to win him the sword first. "Kill the other two, enemies of the crown!"
"He's not a knight!" spoke the rich man suddenly, coins spilling from his pouch, "You're a sellsword aren't you? I can give you enough money to buy a castle and then some! Why fight for a corrupt king when you can be free from the lot of it!? Just kill the other two, hand over the sword, and I'll make sure your rum never runs dry. Your bed need never be empty. I just ask this small favor," he slithered closer as well.
"My dear boy," called out the pious priest, "Do not forsake your soul with these men of devilish greed and power! These godless scum must be extinguished by your blade! You are surely on a crusade to fullfill your destiny! Why else would you be able to weild that blade so easily? Join me and find peace with the will of the gods to bring about the prophecy!" The priest brought his hands together to pray as he approached.
-Spare the King but kill the [[rich man and priest]]
-Spare the rich man but kill the [[King and priest]]
-Spare the priest but kill the [[King and rich man]]
-Eat the [[berries]]
Percy stopped to catch his breath, I suppose. And after peering at the closet, he decided to stop wasting time and continue on with his escape.
-Keep [[running]]
-Open the [[closet|Dementor]]Percy, like an idiot, decides to open the curious closet door whilst being chased by murderers. A trap lay within this room. As he had a look inside, the door was thrown open by a Dementor, chilling the room and sucking out any and all happiness. Nothing less than you deserve, Percy. I'll tell you what... listen to me from now on and I'll have you out of this place. Eh, Percy?
-Nod in [[agreement]]
-Give the Dementor a [[kiss]]That's the spirit!
(Narrator clears his throat)
Percy was suddenly saved by Dumbledore, hiding in the vents above. A Patronus charm shot out of his wand, wisps of light enveloping the Dementor and casting it deep within the- OH, NO! It's terrible? It's terrible, isn't it? What happened? Have I lost my touch? I was perfect until you decided to muck it all up!
(Narrator takes a deep, drawn out breathe)
I'm sorry... sorry... I know you're doing your best, Percy. How about a restart? That ought to do the trick. From the top!
[[Next|start]]OH WHAT HAVE YOU DONE PERCY!?! YOU WANKER! WHAT KIND OF EMBECILE KISSES A DEMENTOR! HAVE YOU NEVER READ PARRY HOTTER! WHAT BLOODY IGNORANCE! YOU KNOW I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU! NOTHING BUT A MUTE MORON RUNNING AROUND IN MY STORIES, AND FOR WHAT!?
(Narrator Breathes)
You know all I wanted was a good story... And now look at it... You've ruined it. You've ruined me... Give me a sign, Percy. Any sign at all you care about my stor- NO! Forget the story. Give me any sign you care about me at all! I dare you to lift a finger for someone other than yourself.
[[-]]Tell the Narrator you value him very much and you're sorry about how you have treated him the last few minutes.
-Give him the [[bird]]
Well now, that's nice isn't it! On my planet that's a sign of affection you know, Percy? You knew that didn't you? I appreciate the pick me up. Really I do. I think we should be going, then. The Nazi's will be here any minute after all!
[[-]]Jump up and tell the Narrator he's right. He doesn't understand what you're feeling but now's not the time to wallow in pain.
-Start [[sleeping]]de·pres·sion
dəˈpreSH(ə)n/Submit
noun
1.
feelings of severe despondency and dejection.
"self-doubt creeps in and that swiftly turns to depression"
2.
a long and severe recession in an economy or market.
"the depression in the housing market"
synonyms: recession, slump, decline, downturn, standstill; More
[[Next]]You know what, Percy? I think I ought to start over. We... ought to start over. Good bye, Percy. After you've been wiped I'll be so happy to see you again. Cheerio!
-Get [[wiped|start]]
-[[Escape|lol]]Fallen asleep have you, Percy? What a great time to take a nice nap. When murderers are out to get you in the story, one usually runs or hides. But not you, Percy. You're at your most dangerous when your groggy. Brilliant...
Are you still asleep, Percy? I feel like I want to start humming a bit. Do you mind?
(the Narrator hums annoyingly)
You know what-
(BOOOOOOOOM!!!! The hallway is instantly enveloped in green hellfire as the Narrator's voice trails off)
[[Next|explosion]]Well, Percy... Maybe your next iteration will be more fireproof. I look forward to our next adventure.
[[Next|start]]-[[lol|start]]Percy slashes at the slimey man of riches and he explodes into sparkling dust. Percy turns suddenly to the priest.
"The gods shall not smile upon this," but his words were cut down to ash by a single stroke of the blade. The King approached him, holding out his hand for a kiss on his ring. As Percy held out his hand and began to kneel down before his new king, the king pulled a small rapier from within his cloak, plunging it into Percy's exposed chest.
Percy sank to the ground, excruciating pain coarsing through his body. He looked up as the dark circle of his vision began to close. The King removed his crown and began tugging on his hair. The mask of flesh was folded off to reveal what Percy thought was a short haired boy.
"My name is Arya Stark. You killed my father... Prepare to die."
-[[Next|Arya]]
Percy brought the blazing sword down upon the priest, exploding him to dust. Then Percy turned to the King.
"I'll have your head!" drawing his broadsword with rehearsed gallant gusto. Percy lunged and the King barely deflected, however the blade melt the sword and Percy drove it through the king's heart. Flames engulfed him, and the rich man approached Percy clapping in applause.
"Well done, brave fellow. A smart man, indeed, choosing riches and pleasure over slavery and death. Shall we shake on it, then?" holding out his hand. Percy made to take it, but then the man grasped Percy's arm firmly, drawing him suddenly closer, and at the same time plunging a small rapier into his heart. Percy keeled over in agony and looked up at the rich man, his dark circle of vision cloudy and closing in. The man pulled at the skin of his neck. The mask of flesh was removed, revealing what Percy thought was a small, short-haired young boy.
"My name is Arya Stark. You killed my father... Prepare to die."
-[[Next|Arya]]Percy slashes at the king before he can draw his broad sword, his blade cutting through his armor like butter. Then Percy turns to the rich man, who was already on the run back into the forest. Percy had no choice. He through his blade like a tomahawk, a whirlwind of flames and steel. It sank into the rich man's back, gold coins spilling everywhere as he exploded into ash.
"Very good, my son! You have purged the world of evil, and shall continue to meet the foes of the gods! You will be greatly rewarded in the afterlife! It is the gods' will after all. Here. Take this amulet. you will need it on your journey," spoke the priest, drawing closer. Percy grabs hold of the dangling amulet, but then the priest rushes forward, and slashes Percy's stomach with a small rapier. Percy falls to the ground in pain, pieces of the chain from the necklace falling in front of him. He looks up with cloudy vision, sinking into unconsciousness. The priest tugs on his beard. The mask of flesh slides off to reveal what Percy thought was a small, short-haired boy.
"My name is Arya Stark. You killed my father... Prepare to die."
-[[Next|Arya]]Wait, PERCY!! WHO TOLD YOU TO DO THAT? YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST AVOID YOUR RESPONSIBILITY OF MAKING THE CHOICE?! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE! Wait... wait. That's it... You're not human. You're making a joke out of my game for the fun of it! I can't believe it. All this time... well it's best I found this out sooner rather than later, PERCY! If that is your real name. How about this, if it's so fun playing my game wrong, I bet you'll just love watching someone else play my game wrong. Eh? Watch this maybe several times, and I'm sure you'll be in the mood to cooperate.
-[[Next|Stanley]]If you thought this was going to have a happy ending, Percy... (Narrator chuckles to himself) you haven't been paying attention.
(The was a slash from Arya's blade and then blackness)
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-[[Escape]]So you got out, huh? I was never going to let you out. How did you do that? It doesn't matter. I'm done dealing with you. I'll put you somewhere there's no chance of you getting out or making choices. You've given up that right I'm afraid. Here's some solitary confinement Percy, Stanley, whoever you are.
[[Solitary confinement]]
-[[Take off headset]]Congratulations!
I love the smell of accomplishment!
You've completed the game by the only means how... quitting!
Yay.
The game's over. Go away.-Thank you. I appreciate it, Percy.
-I can shut this mind control center [[down|conversation]]
-Or I can turn it so we're in [[control|One punch]]
-Which do you prefer?-Screw you too, buddy. Now who's gonna turn off the mind control facility? You? Go ahead. Have at it. I'll take a back seat and have myself a laugh.
(Narrator notices Percy climbing up to the mind-control-center-control-center)
...whatever... Percy? One moment. What are you doing? That's the control center! Have you any idea what you're doing up there. Honestly, get going! They'll be here any minute.
-You can try shutting it [[down]]
-Or you can switch it so you have [[control]], if you know howAre you trying to shut it down. I don't really think that's how you do it, Percy. OH DON'T TOUCH THAT! Oh well...
(Narrator breathes)
Stanley tried admirably to bring down the mind control center, to no avail. Hitting every button under the sun, he accidentally shut himself down, tragically rendering himself useless. Any second the Nazis would arrive, carrying his lifeless corpse to be disassembled, and watch whatever his processor wantd him to see for possibly forever. Good bye, Percy. What a fool you have been.
-[[Next|Stanley]]-Oh, he's going for it! Great choice my man! I'd root for you but you've told me tah fuck off, haven't yah? Nope, that's not the button. Give another one a try, why don't yah?
Percy, don't be unreasonable. You're trying to take control for yourself, aren't you. What a horrible person, not freeing your fellow comrades and instead bending their minds to your will. What an utter disgrace you are! And Percy finally find the lever...
(As Percy finally pulls the correct lever)
...and takes all the power for himself. Well, Percy? What's the first order, eh? Did you forget you were a mute? How touching. Well since someone's authority matters here, Percy, would you kindly step away from the control center there.
(Percy's expression goes blank and he steps stiffly away from the control center panel)
Percy, would you kindly have a look around the room. I think your makers want to meet you! How exciting.
(The steel around the circular room gradually rose up with a ton of screeching and wailing from the metal. Behind green, possibly bullet-proof glass, stood maybe fifty bustling doctors in lab coats and engineers in vests. Several security came pouring in suddenly into the room from hidden doors, Percy suddenly jumping the stairs and making for the still open door he had come from)
Percy, would you kindly stay where you are and hold out your hands.
(Immediately Percy was petrified and held out his hands, the door still open, though an escape no longer)
Did you really think you could get away, Percy? Look around. Your reality is whatever they want it to be, and they want you here, where it's safe.
(As the armed guards handcuffed Percy, a severe looking woman approached with a needle and stuck it in Percy's neck)
"Oh, almost forgot! I have no need of that memeory" She held up a night stick and there was a suddenly flash from the top.
I'll see you at the start, Percy. From the top!
- You tried, kid
-[[Next|start]]-Very well. Here goes
(The voice takes Percy's body up the stairs leading to the mind control center control panel, and turns everything as fast as possible to shut down the facility)
Wait, you're not Percy. Percy couldn't know this! And what's that dash. I see here in my notes a dash, giving options. And parenthesis... What kind of bullshit is this? Who are you? WHO ARE YOU?!
-Geez, he never stops talking.
Who said that? Was that you, Percy? You're not supposed to be able to talk.
(Percy's body finished shutting down the controls)
Who that?! Who said that? A different voice?
(The Narrator was confused)
YES, I'm bloody confused!! OBVIOUSLY! Stop acting like you're narrating me!
-You do it all the time to everyone els-
OHHHH, fuck off!! My notes are ruined now by all these connecting pages and alternate paths! Who in the bloody hell are you people and how does Percy know how to turn off the controls?
-I'm in control of Percy and I'm just giving him options! You always want to do the same old terrible story and I thought I'd livin it up a bit. Percy's free now to do what he wants.
[[Yeah, I bet he's hungry and wants to go eat. Why don't you take off your headset there, Percy!|Take off headset]]
ANOTHER ONE! HOW MANY INFILTRATORS DO WE HAVE, YOU NAZI IDIOTS! THE FUHRER's GONNA BE FURIOUS!!!!-Right! Just give me a second.
(Percy's body was forced by the voice to climb the stairs up to the main control center for the mind control facility. There he pulled one lever and spoke)
-"Would you kindly, Narrator, grant us plot armor and immeasurable strenth?"
...What are you doing Per- Oh... Percy? Very well, Percy! Here you go... Percy suddenly felt a rush of energy, like he could do anything in the world and be in no danger. He struck the ground, blowing up the mind control building in its entirety. When the smoke cleared, at the bottom of an aflame crater, stood Percy, clothed in a cape and bald as an egg.
"No, that's stupid!" said the Writer, "What kind of nut decides to make their main character invincible. It doesnt make any sense. how coudl that be entertaining."
(the sound of paper crumbled up is heard as the Writer throws his Twine 2 project in the rubbish bin)
The endI've decided I'm done narrating every stupid move you make, Percy. I'm really quite fed up with you. I tell you to go right, even give you the chance twice while you're running for your life. But no. Percy knows best. Percy very good at directions. Percy is his own man. Well if you're so smart, how about you try something else. You've only got 19.38 seconds left. What's the harm in trying?
-Pull the [[lever|2]]
-Try the only two [[green buttons|2]] on opposite sides of the room
-Try the doors from the start [[again|2]]Look at you, Percy. Probably tried pushing every button in this room. Banged on every door. I relish the thought of how insane you would go if the timer had longer to run down, but alas... Farewell, Percy. If there's a hell I'll meet you in it.
(0:00:00)
[[(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooommmmmm....)]]Welcome to hell, Percy. You thought I was done with you? I'd just let you desintegrate. Oh no! I'm shocked you would think of me that way. No, Percy. I think lessons are to be learned. For one, there are worse things than death. But I'm too busy making a new iteration of you that I've decided to save you from the explosion, but then I'm going to leave you here... alone. This place is called the Quiet Box, and it shall subject you to the worst thing imaginable. Loneliness. It killed more people than cancer back in the day, Percy. And I can't wait to see what it does to people of your kind. Maybe eventually you will learn to trust in others, and they won't leave you next time. Yes, Percy. This is hell. And just like the real thing, it can last forever.
(Narrator chuckles)
[[The Quiet Box|Solitary confinement]]