He was sent into the cellar
He was sent into the cellar to get some firewood. Alas, he didn’t know what he was in for. His name was MTS, or something like that, and he hadn’t got many things. A computer to code, some water, beer, bread and whatever. Then he was sent into the CELLAR, goddammit, stop telling stories. Now, don’t turn off these lights, they’re real cool and shiny.
The lights were turned off.
> It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
shout ‘Hey, suckers, turn on the light! I can’t get your damn wood when I can’t see anything! Jeez…’
> You hear some shuffling and grumbling.
> It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
mutter ‘Don’t play games with me. You know that I’m skilled in typing away your face.’
> The shuffling comes nearer and you begin to sweat.
> It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
shout ‘Stop this bullshit now! Or I’ll cram that wood up your ass!’
> You were eaten by a grue. When there was nothing left of you, he commented: ‘These profane humans. They always swear and do other things. I, a grue, am far too classy for such primitive behaviour!’ Having acquired a bloodstained suit, the grue walked off to his client.
Better luck next time! You have reached a score of -10 of the possible 1000. You have performed 3 actions and have made such bad decisions that even a 3-year old could’ve eaten you.