2011-02-16, 02:10 AM
>8:?? - To Kentucky Fried Chicken-
While going out I stop at the center of the T- intersection. The room remains lit, and the door wide open.
*... I'm hungry*
I take off, and on the middle of my journey I notice that I left my watch back on my bedroom.
>9:?? - Back in my room-
Once I enter my apartment, I notice one of my roommates tightening and loosening his bicycle's bolts again for no apparent reason. It seems he haves some kind of compulsive disorder, for I've seen him spend days screwing around with his bicycle at extremely random hours (IE: 2:00 am). We greet each other as if we've been programmed to do so. I keep walking and stop at the center of the T- intersection.
*The room's still...*
The same... I ignore it, enter my room, lock the door and then I notice... Despite living with four other people, the bicycle guy was the only one of them I've seen today...
>9:34 PM - Back in my room. Visiting Southperry once again.-
I visit Southperry momentarily to read the advices.
*It's a trap?... dildo... rape... do it... a bat.. bugs...
I...
> Correct my ways
[> Ignore
Yeah... she's probably the one that will get me killed...*
I keep reading...
*... Do it... not too hard...?*
I start analyzing the responses and come to the conclusion that chinchillas might lack insight.
*What if I don't have a bat?...*
> 9:45 PM - To the laundry?-
After pondering for a few minutes, I decide it's time for me to act. I don't want to keep this up and the thread's going to die soon anyway.
*The probabilities of the room being a trap... well, better not be sorry...*
Since I don't have a bat, I grab my cardboard cutting knife.
Then I think about how will I approach the room. Right next to the mystery room there's a small laundry, so maybe I can use that as an excuse to go all the way over there.
I stare at the door of my room. And the words of the chinchillas pop up in my mind...
*It's a trap... dildo... rape... do it... bat.. bugs... do it... not too hard..."
Can't help but feel like there's some kind of connection between all those words.
*I...
[> Walk out of my room.
... already made up my mind.*
> 9:??: - Approaching the room-
Past the unlit kitchen, I approach the room. As I approach I notice a faint smell of something familiar...
*... Chef Boyardee?*
Indeed, Chef Boyardee gone bad. It's the smell of spaghetti after it's been stuck in a bowl for too long.
I keep walking and once I get close enough to the room I move my eyeballs as far as I could to the left side of my face to try and catch a glimpse of it.
* Couldn't see anyone in there...*
The TV was on but it seemed to have been muted. Apart from that I couldn't see anything else before I reached the laundry. I turn on the lights, turn on the washing machine and ...
*Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-*
> 9:?? - Back to my room. -
~~
My phone rings. It's my sister, 12th grader telling me how she doesn't know to solve quadratic equations and that she haves a test about it tomorrow.
*...How did that happen?*
Indeed. How could an almost 1st year college student not know how to solve a quadratic equation?
I ignore my crapped pants, turn off the washing machine, turn off the laundry lights and start walking back to my room. I try to take a good look at the mystery room and I see...
* Just a normal room... huh?*
And a figure at the side of the bed covered in the bed's comforter.
> 11:27 PM - To the bathroom -
After an atrocious hour of explaining basic algebra to a 12th grader, "4.00 pointer" high school student, I'm dead tired and have pretty much forgotten about the mystery room and the figure covered in sheets. I go out to take a bath, and look towards the end of the hallway. The room's lights are...
* ...off, and the door is closed...*
> 1:?? PM - Back in my room -
I go out to turn off the lights. On the way back to my room I glance to the end of the hallway.
*Can't even see the room now...*
As if it never existed.
I go back to my room, prepare the last post of this random thread and get ready to sleep. As I type this, I hear the sound of a wrench twisting a bolt. The sound of steel hitting steel.
*Must be that guy, again...
I...
> Investigate
> Ask Southperry for advice
[> Sleep
... am tired.*
As I'm preparing myself to click the submit button, I keep hearing it. The sound of steel, the sound of a wrench loosening something, the sound of bolts falling to the ground...
While going out I stop at the center of the T- intersection. The room remains lit, and the door wide open.
*... I'm hungry*
I take off, and on the middle of my journey I notice that I left my watch back on my bedroom.
>9:?? - Back in my room-
Once I enter my apartment, I notice one of my roommates tightening and loosening his bicycle's bolts again for no apparent reason. It seems he haves some kind of compulsive disorder, for I've seen him spend days screwing around with his bicycle at extremely random hours (IE: 2:00 am). We greet each other as if we've been programmed to do so. I keep walking and stop at the center of the T- intersection.
*The room's still...*
The same... I ignore it, enter my room, lock the door and then I notice... Despite living with four other people, the bicycle guy was the only one of them I've seen today...
>9:34 PM - Back in my room. Visiting Southperry once again.-
I visit Southperry momentarily to read the advices.
*It's a trap?... dildo... rape... do it... a bat.. bugs...
Quote:Because moral responsibility is so hard......
I...
> Correct my ways
[> Ignore
Yeah... she's probably the one that will get me killed...*
I keep reading...
*... Do it... not too hard...?*
I start analyzing the responses and come to the conclusion that chinchillas might lack insight.
*What if I don't have a bat?...*
> 9:45 PM - To the laundry?-
After pondering for a few minutes, I decide it's time for me to act. I don't want to keep this up and the thread's going to die soon anyway.
*The probabilities of the room being a trap... well, better not be sorry...*
Since I don't have a bat, I grab my cardboard cutting knife.
Then I think about how will I approach the room. Right next to the mystery room there's a small laundry, so maybe I can use that as an excuse to go all the way over there.
I stare at the door of my room. And the words of the chinchillas pop up in my mind...
*It's a trap... dildo... rape... do it... bat.. bugs... do it... not too hard..."
Can't help but feel like there's some kind of connection between all those words.
*I...
[> Walk out of my room.
... already made up my mind.*
> 9:??: - Approaching the room-
Past the unlit kitchen, I approach the room. As I approach I notice a faint smell of something familiar...
*... Chef Boyardee?*
Indeed, Chef Boyardee gone bad. It's the smell of spaghetti after it's been stuck in a bowl for too long.
I keep walking and once I get close enough to the room I move my eyeballs as far as I could to the left side of my face to try and catch a glimpse of it.
* Couldn't see anyone in there...*
The TV was on but it seemed to have been muted. Apart from that I couldn't see anything else before I reached the laundry. I turn on the lights, turn on the washing machine and ...
*Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-*
> 9:?? - Back to my room. -
~~
My phone rings. It's my sister, 12th grader telling me how she doesn't know to solve quadratic equations and that she haves a test about it tomorrow.
*...How did that happen?*
Indeed. How could an almost 1st year college student not know how to solve a quadratic equation?
I ignore my crapped pants, turn off the washing machine, turn off the laundry lights and start walking back to my room. I try to take a good look at the mystery room and I see...
* Just a normal room... huh?*
And a figure at the side of the bed covered in the bed's comforter.
> 11:27 PM - To the bathroom -
After an atrocious hour of explaining basic algebra to a 12th grader, "4.00 pointer" high school student, I'm dead tired and have pretty much forgotten about the mystery room and the figure covered in sheets. I go out to take a bath, and look towards the end of the hallway. The room's lights are...
* ...off, and the door is closed...*
> 1:?? PM - Back in my room -
I go out to turn off the lights. On the way back to my room I glance to the end of the hallway.
*Can't even see the room now...*
As if it never existed.
I go back to my room, prepare the last post of this random thread and get ready to sleep. As I type this, I hear the sound of a wrench twisting a bolt. The sound of steel hitting steel.
*Must be that guy, again...
I...
> Investigate
> Ask Southperry for advice
[> Sleep
... am tired.*
As I'm preparing myself to click the submit button, I keep hearing it. The sound of steel, the sound of a wrench loosening something, the sound of bolts falling to the ground...