Let's Play "Downtown Tokyo, Present Day"

Foot Fetish yes?

"Examine foot"

Creepy, I concur.

Our hero stares open-mouthed at three impossibly massive toes, scaled and reptilian, each ending in a cruel claw the size of a canoe. Slowly his eyes follow the thick leg skyward, coming to rest at last on the obscene and monstrous visage of...

(FANCYASCIILETTERS) CHICKZILLA

(ASCIIARTOFCHICKEN)

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Scene 1: Chaos and Hysteria

The crowd erupts in mindless hysteria. Panicked pedestrians scatter; some trip and are crushed ruthlessly underfoot.

Heroes don't panic. But are they still crushed? ;_;

Let's test it out shall we?

And of course, my prediction just had to come true.

"Run towards foot" (Variations if possible)

{Errors}

Casually the monster devours a fleeing pedestrian.

Well then.

Well then. Not much of a hero then, are we?

"Get out"

But you aren't in anything at the moment.

We're in trouble.

Suggestive, isn't it?

"Get in"

In what? I don't have the slightest clue.

What do you want to get in?

Suddenly a small helicopter careens earthward, bouncing to a stop just across the street. The helmeted pilot and a breathless cameraman bundle out, leaving the rotors spinning in readiness for a quick departure.

Nearby, a KFC delivery boy lies crushed in a puddle of grease.

Hmm... Just a note: trying to "run" prompts me for a compass direction.

And that's all for tonight. Feel free to keep suggesting stuff; I'll be back in around 10 hours.

Also, if you notice any spelling or grammar errors, point them out. The game itself doesn't have perfect grammar, and seems to use UK English as well, but if there's a spelling error it's most likely mine.

Where did you get the "random crap involving your mother" from?

I was trying random things to see if more time passing would help.

Alrighty then.

"Examine KFC Delivery Boy"

I was just playing around, and found out that there is actually a way to copy text. So that'll save me some time.

>examine delivery boy
You can't see any such thing.

>examine KFC Delivery Boy
You can't see any such thing.

>look boy
I only understood you as far as wanting to look.

>look body
I only understood you as far as wanting to look.

EDIT: Extra update. I was a bad boy and played around with the hints/amusements and stuff in the INFO screen.

>score
[Your sleazy advances are ignored by the blubbery bulk in the next seat. It doesn't look like you'll score tonight.]

>kiss the monster
Though the sight of such enormous breasts almost overwhelms our hero, he draws the line at smooching this particular chickadee!

Removing the helmet with a flourish, the helicopter pilot shakes out her long dark hair! Our hero watches spellbound from across the street as the beautiful woman takes a microphone and turns to face the camera. She is perfectly composed, despite the chaos surrounding her.

Our hero has a monster fetish? Does he even like women?

"Kiss the woman"

>kiss the woman
But she is way over on the other side of the street - hundreds of panic-stricken Orientals lie between!

Across the street the beautiful newscaster continues taping her broadcast.

Those darn Orientals.

Examine Bacon. :f6:

I'm sure they'll love to examine my flawless body.

"Examine the monster"

>examine Bacon
You can't see any such thing.

>examine the monster
To our hero, Chickzilla is a mammoth mountain of fearsome feathers. But really she looks suspiciously like an actor in an ill-fitting chicken-suit.

Across the street the beautiful newscaster continues taping her broadcast.

Maybe we should go to her. Or, there's always that helicopter.

Hm...what would a normal person? A hot woman or a freakish monster?

"Walk to the broadcaster/woman"

Variations. You know the drill.

>walk to the woman
You can't see any such thing.

>cross the street
You can't see any such thing.

>cross street
You can't see any such thing.

>go across street
You can't see any such thing.

>go to woman
You can't see any such thing.

>woman
That's not a verb I recognise.

>punch woman
But she is way over on the other side of the street - hundreds of panic-stricken Orientals lie between!

Across the street the beautiful newscaster continues taping her broadcast.

Chickzilla gives her back end a slight wriggle and scratches deep trenches in the street. Severed water pipes hiss and spray.

I got nothing.

Not supposed to be walking ehh?

"Talk to crowd"