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>look
A pretty ordinary room, save for a pretty obvious problem.
What little light there is comes from the cold unblinking eye of your high-end husktop. You can't see much through the thick and oppressive miasma, although you know from memory that the exit's through a doorway, to the east.
>x problem
Problem? What problem? It's not like you're surrounded by a swarm of vengeful spirits or anything. That would be ridiculous! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
See, you're laughing at the thought of it.
>x spirits
You'd really rather not.
>x self
You're whimpering on all fours and trying very hard not to cry or to wet yourself like a wiggler.
Could you be any more pathetic right now? You don't think so!
>cry
Winners don't cry.
>e
You attempt to crawl over to the exit, but the spirits block your way.
The ghosts start to whisper something.
>w
What, and throw yourself out of the window? That's exactly what she wants, probably.
>inv
You are carrying:
A fluorite octet
A screwdriver
Grubloaf crumbs
An augmentation array (worn)
A sexy jacket (worn)
A sweet shirt (worn)
A pair of awesome jeans (worn)
A pair of wicked shoes (worn)
>aggress ghosts with fluorite octet
A good idea, but you’re almost certain the ghosts can’t be harmed with conventional weapons. You stay staring at the floor, instead.
>x ghosts with augmentation array
No.
>remove jacket
You remove your clothing piece by piece, starting with the jacket. The ghosts are assuaged by the soothing rhythms of your sexy troll striptease. By the time you're down to your unmentionables, the murdershades are eating out of your hands.
***YOU WIN***
except you don’t, because that would be the WORST IDEA EVER.
The whispering of the ghosts intensifies.
>tell ghosts to leave
"Pwease miwster ghost, leave poor widdle Vwiska awone, I'm soooooooo scared!"
Yeah right.
>help
Nobody’s going to help you ever again.
>ask Terezi for help
Why? She probably talked Aradia into this.
The whispering becomes almost unbearable.
>listen
You try to make out what the ghosts are saying, but it's difficult to concentrate with all the voices chanting the same word over and over in unison.
>listen
Seriously, you can't hear them clearly! Maybe they're speaking in a thick regional accent or something. Who cares.
>listen
"Murderer".
Megido, Megido, Megido. Why couldn't she just back down?
It would have worked out better for her, in the end.
Out of the corner of your eye, the vidscreen flashes white.
>feel remorse
You do not know how to "feel remorse".
>be different
You do not know how to "be different".
>resist the urge to kill
You do not know how to "resist the urge to kill".