You wake up in a small room, and your head hurts. The last thing you remember is going onto the school bus, right before having a bag put over your head.
There is a camera in the corner of the room, and a jar filled with green liquid. You try to stand up, but you realize that you are strapped to a table, with metal clamps on your arms and legs. Realizing that shouting as loud as you can like in movies will only waste valuable energy, you lie in silence.
Suddenly, the metal clamps open, and you quickly roll off the table and stand on the floor.
[[continue]] A big deep voice resonates throughout the room, "Welcome, to my school. We the teachers have decided to test the problem solving skills of our students. Your goal is to escape by sunrise. I put something to help your escape in the jar. Good luck." You look around to see a door with a big padlock on it. There is also a jumble of wires and metal attached to the ceiling, most likely bombs.
What do you do?
[[Look at the jar]]
[[Go to the corner and cry]]
[[Ask when is sunrise]]
You pick up the jar, and look at it. It appears to be a regular mason jar, except it's filled with a thick green liquid. You realize that he said there was something to help in the jar, but what could it be?
[[Smash it with your elbow]]
[[Stick your hand in it]]
[[Pour it out]]You stumble to the corner, and slump down. What did you do to deserve this? You payed attention in school, and did your homework. Why was this happening? You lie there, and slowly drift off.
When you wake up, it's because there is a big buzzer sound and the voice is talking again. "Your time is up. I am very disappointed in you."
You stand up and shout, "Wait, no! I fell asleep! It wasn't my fault!"
But it doesn't matter, because the bomb explodes. The explosion sends you flying into a wall, and you feel a crack. You pass out, but you probably won't wake up anyway. The ceiling crashes down on your body, crushing you to a pulp.
The EndYou shout as loud as you can, "Hey, I don't know what sunrise is, can you help me?"
The voice responds, "It's in the name, SUN, RISE, genius. Now get back to work."
Confused, you reply, "How am I supposed to know, there's no windows or anything?"
A corner of the room you haven't seen before lights up from a monitor and a timer begins. 1 hour. Not bad.
[[Look at the jar]]
[[Go to the corner and cry]]You pick up the jar. It takes some strength, because of the heavy weight. Why not, you think as you put it down into a tray you found. You wrap your elbow with your shirt, and smash it as hard as you can. The liquid splatters over you, and you wipe your forehead. You kneel down in it.
It takes a while to notice, but you realize your hand feels numb. You look down in horror to see that your hand is melting, your skin tissue slowly being dissolved and bubbling red. You scream, and stumble into the tray, spilling it all over your body.
As you writhe in pain, the voice is back. "I expected more of you, it was very careless to do that. Oh well, at least we know they need more learning to do."
After a moment, you pass out from the pain. But you probably won't be waking up anytime soon.
The EndYou walk over to the jar, and pop off the lid. You examine the liquid, but it doesn't seem like much. Maybe there's something inside the liquid? You roll up your sleeve, and dip your hand in. You fish around the liquid, but it kind of feels... weird. Your hand feels numb, and it's kind of hard to move your fingers. Confused, you pull out your hand.
To your horror, it isn't there. What used to be your hand just contained empty space. You fall to the ground in pain, and scream. You clutch your arm, then accidentally hit the jar, spilling the corrosive contents all over your body.
The voice over the speaker is back. "I expected more of a student like you. Now your stupidity has brought your demise. Goodbye."
After a while, the pain goes away. But that wasn't because you were ok though. There wasn't much of you left to feel pain anyway.
The endYou pop open the jar, and look inside. It's full of green liquid that smells horrible. You find a tray in the corner of the room, and bring it over to the middle. You start to pour it out, when you realize that something's wrong.
The metal is rapidly melting, and the liquid has made a hole in the tray. It's slowly going onto the table. Suddenly you have an idea.
[[Attempt to pour it onto the camera]]
[[Pour it onto the door]]You pick up the jar and heft it onto your shoulder. Your knees start to wobble, but you try to stand straight anyway. You bring it down, and throw the jar up, splashing some on the liquid onto the camera. But that wasn't the only place that got splashed though.
The highly acidic liquid began to melt the camera, slowly deforming its chape. The same thing was happening to your body, too. Your skin being turned to nothing, with lots of bubbling and smoking coming too.
The voice over the speaker talks, "Do not try to outsmart me, young man. We see everything. We know what you think of. Your disobedience has failed you. Goodbye." As you lie in pain on the floor, you hear the door open, and a bunch of people moving in. You feel them dragging you across the floor, and out the door. Someone slams something against your head, knocking you out. At least it helpes with the pain.
The EndYou pick up the jar, and tenderly spill some over the door. The door doesn't melt... but the lock seems to be melting. You wait a while, and spill some more over the lock. Finally after a few minutes, it falls to the ground, now being an unrecognizable shape. Careful not to step into the puddle, you push open the door and step through.
[[Walk in]]
You walk in, because there's not much else you can do. You see a tiny table in the middle of the room, with a tiny black box on it. There is also a clock next to it, connected with wires. On one side of the room is a jumble of wires and pencils. Behind you, the door closes with a thud. There isn't a handle on this side, so going back isn't an option.
The voice over the speaker booms, "Congratulations on passing the first room. But there is more to come. The moment you you take a step, a timer for a minute will start. When it ends, the sharp pencils you see on the wall will be launched at high speeds, impaling your body. Look under it, it should help."
[[Ask under where]]
[[Run to the table]]
[[Run to the wall]]You shout, "Under where?"
On the other side, you hear muffled laughs.
"You fool," the voice snickers, "You said underwear. My ability to make my victims do my bidding is proven once again. You shall now die for saying a potty word."
Suddenly, the wall flashes red and there is a bang. You don't have any time to think as the pencils tear into your flesh, from every angle. You don't even have time to scream as one pencil severs your brain stem. You slump the the ground. On the bright side, you don't have to go to school anymore.
The EndYou run ot the table, and examine the device on it. There is a little button it, and it says "Do not press".
[[Press the button, no one cares about labels]]
[[Crouch under the table]]You run to the wall, and look closely. The device on the wall consists of a simple pressure loaded pencil launcher, except there's thousands of them, covering the room. So this is where all the school funding goes to, you mumble as you think about what to do next.
[[Break the pencils]]
[[Pull out the pencils]]You grab one of the pencils, and twist it down. It doesn't move. It must be one of those metal pencils.
[[Keep trying]]
[[Pull out the pencils]]
[[Run to the table]]You grab hold of one of the pencils, and tug as hard as you can. You hear a weird sound. Maybe you're breaking the machine! You kneel down to eye level to pull it easier. Big mistake. The pencil shoots out like a bullet, going through your head and sticking to the other side of the room. You slump to the ground, unable to move. Probabably because you're dead.
The EndYou keep trying to break the pencil, and it finally breaks. It's like a wooden pencil, except the inside part is made out of metal, and the tip is very sharp. But before you can do anything else, you see the timer on the table near the 10 second mark. With only 10 seconds left to do, you don't know what the best choice to make is.
[[Run back to the table]]
[[Lie down]]You try to dash back to the table, but it's too late. The "pencils" are launched out of their barrels very fast, into your body. You don't realize it, but when you finally reach the table, you see that your body is full of weird red spots. You don't have much time to think about it though, because you fall to the ground, gasping to breathe through your torn lungs. You lie there in a pool of your own blood, and you hear the voice over the speaker.
"Well, thank you for helping us understand that our students need to be able to focus on a single thing, and work on it. This experiment has been very helpful, and we thank you for that."
The EndYou lie down, in hopes that the pencils will just pass over you if you stay flat enough. Then you see couple of wires, leading into the wall.
[[Don't touch it, mom said to not touch wires]]
[[Rip it out]]You take the pencil and jam it into the wires, pulling back and ripping it out. Just when the timer reaches zero, the other parts of the room get filled with a hailstorm of pencils. Except where you are.
You seem to have disabled your section of pencil guns, saving yourself. You stand up and pocket the pencil, just in time to see a trapdoor in the corner of the room open up.
[[Walk over]]You don't touch the wires, because you were told you to not touch wires when you don't know what they are. But that turns out to be a bad idea, when you feel your spinal cord ripped apart by the low flying pencils. You can't stand up, or move as you slowly bleed out to death on the cold floor. Maybe touching them would've been better than that.
The EndYou press the button, in hopes of some good results. But to your horror, the box starts to shake, and explodes. You can't see because of the blood dripping from your head into your eyes. You stumble then fall onto the sharp pencils. They stab your body and hook you to the wall.
The voice over the speaker mockingly says, "Oops, should've followed the directions. Next time, make sure to think about your actions before you do them."
You lie hanging on the wall, until the timer reaches zero. Then the pencils pass through your limp body, and stick to the other side. The janitor won't appreciate that.
The End
You crouch under the table, but there's nothing there. You try to stand up, but you just bump your head with a loud clang... You realize that it must be made out of metal!
You push the table to the side, and pray to lord IKEA. When the timer goes down to zero, the pencils get shot out at incredible speeds into the walls, and the table. Luckily, none of it got into you, and you stand up unscathed. You grab one of the pencils from the table and pocket it.
Near the corner of the room, a trapdoor on the floor opens up.
[[Walk over]]You walk over to the trapdoor, and see that it is pitch black inside.
[[Jump in]]
[[Think about your life decisions and meditate]]You jump into the pitch black, unaware of what is to come.
Suddenly, floodlights turn on everywhere, illuminating the room... no, it was more like the inside of a colosseum, with adults, most likely teachers, sitting on the bleachers.
A teacher jumps out of nowhere, brandishing a sword made out of connected expo markers, armour made out of textbooks, and a chromebook with stapler spikes for a shield.
"As I said, what you have gone through was all a test," he booms. "But you still have yet to escape. You have proven yourself worty of fighting me. If you best me in a duel to the death, I shall let you go."
[[Begin the fight]]
[[Give up]]You sit down on the floor, and close your eyes. You breathe in and hold your breath for 3 seconds, then let it out slowly. Now you feel better and refreshed. The teachers will be no match for your positive mental attitude!
[[Jump in]] You look at the teacher with sorrowful eyes.
"O' teacher of great wisdom, please bestow upon me your graceful mercy."
He looks at you and grunts. "Get this puny child out of here. I need a REAL challenge!" You can tell he is pleased with your choice of words though, because you see him smiling underneath his armour.
Guards drag you through a door built into the side of the bleachers. They put a bag over your head, and someone smacks your head with a paperweight.
When you wake up, you find yourself still on the school bus, except it is the end of the day. You start to question reality. Was it all a dream? You are very confused, but you don't really want to go to school anymore. At least it's a Friday.
YOU WIN!
(Confusion ending)You look at him straight in the eyes, and growl, "Bring it on."
You see the teacher coming straight at you, on a spinny rolling chair that came out of nowhere. He is rapidly pushing himself towards you, and holding his expo markers like a lance.
[[Jab the pencil and hope for the best]]
[[Duck]]You drop to your knees. This is too much to handle.
[[One last final teacher insult]]
[[Beg for mercy]] You look up and shout, "THE CAFETERIA FOOD SUCKS!"
You can see the rage in the teacher's eyes as he grabs charges towards you. You close your eyes, and face up at the ceiling. Your body feels enlightend from a heavy load. Maybe that's just your head flying through the sky, but it still feels cool.
The EndYou close your eyes, and take out the pencil. You jab forward, and you seem to have connected. You open your eyes to see that you have managed to stab the chromebook, and ripped it from the warrior teacher's hands.
He falls to his knees, and moans in anguish. "My precious chromebook, now cart 31 will forever miss its valuable member, chromebook number 31. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. "Please. End my pain."
You drop the chromebook to the floor. You're too lazy to walk over to him and finish the job, so you just walk out the door, with all the teachers staring you in awe. Getting out of school has never felt better.
You win!
(Chromebook killer ending)You duck in hopes that he will pass over you. He doesn't. Right before he is near you, he starts to spin, creating a chair tornado thing, which slices through the air with a great wooshing sound. He crashes into you with his chromebook, and you can feel the air get knocked out of you.
You fall to the ground, and look up. You see the teacher looking into the bleachers, and see the principal standing up. He does a thumbs down.
You know what is coming, but you can't help screaming as the great marker blade comes down on you.
The End