It is a small green lighter, a tiny amount of fluid left inside. You spark it a few times, and the flames sparks to life. In a few moments, your cigrette is lit. \n\n A cool menthol taste fills yours mouth. It is heaven. The nicotine stirs thorugh your body, and you remember sitting in the park on a beautfiul summer's day, snuggled up to a girl with brown hair.\n\n The machine in the corner immedietly turn an angry red. The colour shoot down the wires, and underneath your enclosure. The floor turns the same colour. \n\n And you suddenly know you will never escape from here. It has been months already, and the creatures have been studying you, examing your every movement. You start to remember the tests, and the strange devices strapped to your body that made your skin burn. \n\n The floor is now a deep red, and boils and turns like a storm cloud. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A)Try and put out the cigarette? |put out the cigarette?]]\n[[B)Try andescape from the light? |escape from the light?]]\n[[C)Stay perfectly still?|stay perfectly still?]]\n
You unzip the bag. Inside is a pair of cycling gloves, and a ticket for an exhbition. Now your head throbs worse than ever before. You know the gloves will be a perfect fit, and the ticket has the last four digits on your credit card number printed on it. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A) Look at the gloves?|the gloves]]\n[[b) Look at the ticket? |the ticket]]\n
You drop the magazine, and throw yourself against the glass. Your hands sink into the material as you punch it. You fail make a single indentation. \n\n The creatures sees what you are doing, and claps two hands together. Both have seven fingers, all crooked, which twist and turn over each like the roots of a tree. \n\n The machine in the corner begins to glow a deep teal colour. The shade spreads down the roots at a rapid pace, underneath your enclosure. In an instant the floor has turned the same colour. \n\n You drop the magazine, the memories of the park and the girl gone. The last thing you see before falling asleep is the creature, who might be waving to you. Very calmly, you wave back.\n\n You awake on a cold flood, eyes tightly shut. \n\n[[|Open your eyes.]]\n\n\n\n
There is nothing to hand that could help you light it, but instinctively your hand reaches into your back pocket. Your fingers touch a small cylindrical object, made of metal and plastic. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A) Pull the object out? |object out?]]\n[[B) Sit back against the wall?|the wall?]]\n[[C) Look at the rucksack? |rucksack?]]\n[[D) Read the magazine? |magazine?]]\n\n\n
The ticket is crumpled, and the pricing stub is mising. But you like holding it. It reminds you of big white rooms, bright drawings, the sounds of crowds, and a girl with brown hair. \n\n Then you hear the ripping noise. Looking up, you see the creature. It stands about a foot shorter than you, vaguely humanoid in appearance. It is hard to see exactly what it looks like from the other side of the room but you can see it has huge eyes, and a tiny mouth, and is dressed in canary yellow clothing with a red slash on both sleeves.\n\n The creature walks over to the machine, each step juddery like a marionette. It waves its hand near the machine. The machine slowly starts to turn teal.\n\n\n[[A) Try and work out what the creature is doing?|the creature is doing?]]\n[[B) Try and communicate with it? |communicate with it?]]\n
You run towards the glass, and the creature wave its hand in the air. You decide to smash the glass, and try and get out. \n\n But your foot catches one of the handles of the rucksack, and you crash to the floor. It is a nasty tumble, and the floor is unforgiving. Sharp pain shoots up your right leg.\n\n The machine in the corner begins to glow teal. You try and clamber up from the floor. Fresh blood flows a graze on your knee onto the floor. The teal has now spread down the wires to underneath your enclosure.\n\n You begin to grow very sleepy. You glance at the pack of cigarettes. It is just what you need. You begin to crawl towards them.\n \n But the teal colour has spread the floor of the enclosure, and you decide to have nap before having a smoke. As you drift off, you notice the blood looks even darker when combined with the shade of teal that now dominates your enclosure. \n\n[[Open your eyes.]]\n\n
The floor is almost completely teal. Your heart rate slows down, an you begin to feel very calm. The creature is clearly not there to hurt you, and now seems to have a friendly face. You give it a little wave, and it waves back.\n\n The magazine is now a blur of colours, and though the scrawled writing is still there, the lines don't form writing, but a mass of meaningless shapes. \n\n The floor is now one block of teal, and you decided now is the perfect time for a nap. You dream of perfect blue skies, and the constant sound of a drum. \n\n When you wake up the floor feels different. You have not opened your eyes yet. \n\n\n[[Open your eyes.]]\n
It is a beautiful day, the kind of day your bike was designed for. The traffic isn't busy either. You have full reign as you cycle down the pleasantly wide side street of red and brown brickwork buildings. \n\n And then suddenly the world becomes jet black, and you start to tumble forward. For a moment it feels as if you are falling through the floor, and then...you are gone. \n\n You awake, unsure where you are. \n\n [[Where are you?|The Cage]]\n
Your thoughts are getting hazier and hazier, but you try and focus on that day in the park.\n \n The words on the magazine help. You start to think back to a glorious day in summer with the girl with brown hair. Someone was playing the drums, and there were dozens of seats laid out. For a moment you have a grasp on her name. \n\n But the floor is now almost completely teal in colour, your memory spins into a haze of different times and place. It could all be a dream. Yet you keep hold of the memory of her face, and though you are very sleepy, you manage to stay awaky. \n\n The creature waves its hands againd, and the machine pumps an even darker colour down its wires. This time it is too much, and you collapse to the floor.\n\n \n[[Open your eyes.]]\n
Your meal was served in a green plastic bowl. There are a few remnants of what you ate; blue and brown pellets, all about the size of a peanut. You can still taste their bitter flavour in the back of your throat, and decide to leave them alone.\n\nDo you:\n[[A) Sit back against the wall?|the wall?]]\n[[B) Look at the rucksack? |rucksack?]]\n[[C) Examine the pack of cigarettes?|pack of cigarettes?]]\n[[D) Read the magazine?|magazine?]]\n\n
The rucksack is battered and well used. The zip is done up, but there is clearly something inside. \n\n Staring at the rucksack makes your head hurt. Is this yours? \n\n\nDo you:\n\n[[A) Open the rucksack?|Open the rucksack?]]\n[[B) Sit back against the wall? |the wall?]]\n[[C) Examine the pack of ciagettes? |pack of cigarettes?]]\n[[D) Read the magazine?|magazine?]]\n
You are sitting against a cold translucent wall, with a texture like jellied meat. The other three sides are identical, though the floor beneath you is jet black. \n Through the walls you can see a bigger room with bright orange walls. In one of the corners of the orange room is a machine that resembles a big white egg. Thick cables spill out of the bottom of this device, and vanish underneath the bottom of your enclosure. \n The cold flows through the holes in your clothes. You have just eaten, and the remains of your meal sit to your left. Scattered around your enclosureare various items. A black rucksack lies against the wall. A magazine is crumpled near your feet. And against the far wall is a pack of cigarettes.\n\nDo you:\n[[A) See if there is any food left? |food left?]]\n[[B) Look at the rucksack? |rucksack?]]\n[[C) Examine the pack of cigarettes?|pack of cigarettes?]]\n[[D) Read the magazine? |magazine?]]\n\n\n
You throw the cigarette to the floor, and put it out with your shoe. The sole has become very thin, and you the heat of the ash bleeds through. The red drains away from the floor.\n\n Any feelings of fear are gone. In fact, you can't even remember what you were worried about. \n\n The cigarette packet is now no more important than an empty shell on the beach. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A) Examine the rucksack? |rucksack?]]\n[[B) Read the magazine?|magazine?]]\n[[C) Sit back against the wall?|the wall?]]\n
The creature moves towards the glass. The teal colour flows underneath your enclosure, and spreads evenly over the floor. You begin to feel very calm.\n\n The creature taps the translucent wall. Its fingers are twisted over each other, and shift in a constant swirling pattern.\n \n You know this creature was the one that brought you here. You remember seeing him on the side of the road, so out of place on the streets of your home town, and then there was nothing as you flipped into a sea of black.\n\n The creature continues to tap on the glass. After a while you are tapping on the floor of your cage in unison. The slow, rhymic noise sends you off to sleep. \n\n And then you are awake somewhere new. You have not opened your eyes yet, but already you have started tapping on the floor again. \n\n[[Open your eyes.]]\n
You cannot bear to look at the creature, and try to reach for the magazine to cover your face. There is something scrawled on the back.The floor has turned a teal colour. \n\n The creature advances towards the cage, a friendly expression on its face, arms up in a welcoming gesture. You drop the magazine, and wave. It waves back. \n\n You decide to sleep off your meal, and drift off contentedly. \n\n\n[[Open your eyes.]]\n
The crumpled packet has a block of green running above the health warning, black text printed on top. No matter how hard you try and focus, you can’t read the writing. \n There is one cigarette left, and you pull it out of the packet. It feels good in your hand, and it is soon transferred to your lips. \n\nDo you: \n\n[[A) Try and find a way to light it?|light it?]]\n[[B) Sit back against the wall? |the wall?]]\n[[C) Look at the rucksack? |rucksack?]]\n[[D) Read the magazine?|magazine?]]\n
The creature looks over to you, and gets closer to the glass. It has an amber face, ringed by sky blue fur which runs down past a slit of a nose, a tiny, toothles mouth.\n\n The teal colour is now spreading down the cables of the machine.\n\n\nDo you:\n\nA)[[Continue to watch the creature? |watch the creature?]]\nB)[[Try and communicate with it?|communicate with it?]]\n\n
The gloves are fingerless, and black and grey in colour. Both are on their last legs, but clearly well loved. \n\n You remember your bike. It was cherry red, with a carbon fibre body and kevlar tires. You used it everyday. Wasn't it what you were doing before you came here?\n\n Then you hear the ripping noise. \n\n Looking up, you see the creature. It stands about a foot shorter than you, vaguely humanoid in appearance. Huge eyes pop from its head, and it is dressed in canary yellow clothing with a red slash on both sleeves.\n\n The creature walks over to the machine, each step juddery like a marionette. It waves its hand. The device starts to turn a deep teal colour. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A) Try and work out what the creature is doing? |the creature is doing?]]\n[[B) Try and communicate with it? |communicate with it?]]\n
You open your eyes.\n\n You are in a new structure. It is about the size of a large meeting hall, with one white wall curving round in an oval shape, made of the same spongy substance as the orange wall outside your cage. It is about thirty foot tall, and near the peak curves up into what looks like steel wire.\n There is a pool of what looks like water in the other corner, near a box containing a hodgepodge of different items, and six tattered mattresses. \n\n There are five others. Two girls, three boys. All have clothes that are just as bedgraggled as yours, and their expression are slack, dreamlike. \n\n Above your head is the same teal colour that came from the machine. It dominates you new home, and turns everything you can see the same shade of blueish green. \n\n None of this worries you. You are sure everything will be fine. And as you take a mattress, drag it up next to one of the walls, the others smile at you. \n\n You smile back. It is good to be home.
Although the printed text is still incomprehensible,the scrawled writing poses no problems; it reads SALLYTATIONS FROM LDN in large, messy pen strokes. You are sure you have seen it somewhere before. \n A vague memory of a park comes into your mind. It had been a glorious summer day, and the magazine had made you laugh. But why? \n You flick frantically through the pages to see if there are any more handwritten notes. But the rest of the magazine is ungraffitied, just a parade of glamourous women, perfume advertisements, and lines of lines of meaningless text. \n You check, and check again,and ignore the vague ripping sound coming from outside your cage. You only stop when you hear the tapping on the glass. \n Looking up, you see the creature. It stands about a foot shorter than you, vaguely humanoid in appearance. Huge eyes blossom out of a mottled, amber face, ringed by a sky blue fur which runs down past its slit of a nose and tiny, toothless mouth. It is dressed in canary yellow clothing with a red slash on both sleeves, so tight it could be an extension of its skin. \n\nThe creature taps on the glass again, its fingers like twisted branches. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A) Try and find an escape route out of the room? |escape route out of the room?]]\n[[B) Try and break the glass to fight the creature? |fight the creature?]]\n
The Enclosure
The magazine is small and dog-eared. A headshot of a glamorous woman is on the front cover, along with text that swims in front of your eyes. No matter how many times you try and read it, you cannot get a hold of what the words say. There is something scrawled on the back of the magazine in marker pen. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A) Look at the scrawled writing? |scrawled writing?]]\n[[B) Sit back against the wall? |the wall?]]\n[[C) Look at the rucksack? |rucksack?]]\n[[D) Examine the pack of cigarettes? |pack of cigarettes?]]\n\n
You sink into the substance, and try to think where you are. All your thoughts are a blur.\n\n One of the orange walls starts to tear apart in front of you, like zip unzipping. What looked like solid brickworks sags, and there is now an opening that leads in to another orange room. \n\n A creature walks out of the opening. It is about a foot shorter than you. It is hard to see exactly what it looks like from the other side of the room, but you can see that huge eyes pop from its head, and that it is dressed in a yellow suit. \n\n The creature starts to walk towards the egg shaped machine in the corner. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A)Try and get out and attack it?|get out and attack it?]]\n[[B)Try and hide from it? |hide from it?]]\n\n\n
You scrabble over to the corner of the cage, the magazine still in your hand, and start clawing at the walls. Logically, you think, if you got in there, there must be a way out. But each wall is identical, and your hands slip across the flawless jellied glass, leaving streaks of sweat. \n\n The creatures sees what you are doing, and lifts a hand. All seven fingers are crooked, and twist and turn over each like the roots of a tree. \n\n The machine in the corner begins to glow a deep teal colour. This colour spreads down the wires and lazily flows underneath your enclosure. As you continue to find a way out, the floor beneath starts to turn the same shade of teal. \n\n You drop the magazine, and your memories of the park and the girl begin to grow hazy. You wonder if it is better to try and fight this loss, or accept it, and try again later. \n\nDo you:\n\n[[A)Try and resist? |try and resist?]]\n[[B)Accept your fate? |accept your fate?]]\n\n
You start crashing into the walls, slamming your shoulder into the glass. Except for the pain that shoots up your shoulder, you achieve nothing. \n\nBut you continue to smash into the wall, panic overwhelming you, and all you can think of is getting out, running as far aways as possible, finding your way back to London (London?). The crimson light dominates everything.\n\nAnd then there is a great ripping noise, and a creature runs in. Huge yellow eyes pop out of a face scarred with matted fur. Its clothes are pus yellow, lined with what could be blood. \n\nIt raises you hands towards you, terrible shifting shapes of maggots that twist and turn.\n\nIt is too much for you to handle, and you shut your eyes. There is a great noise all around you, and you curl up into a ball and wait. \n\nAt last, the noise comes to a stop. \n\n[[Open your eyes.]]\n
Dylan Spicer
You cannot work out exactly what you should say, and so instead let out a loud croak. The creature swivels over to look at you. \n\n You manage to shout 'Hello?' It feels good to speak, and for a moment you remember the name Sally, but it doesn't mean anything, just a word plucked from nowhere. \n\n The creature takes a step back, and its eyes seem to get wider. It waves both of its hands in the air, and you see the fingers are crooked, and twist and turn over each other like crimson spaghetti. \n\n The teal colours shoots out of the machine, down the wires, and underneath your cage. In a instant the colour floods the floor, and you are suddenly very calm. \n\n You realise there is no threat, and sink against the glass. In under a minute you are asleep. \n \n Then it is time to wake up. \n\n\n[[Open your eyes.]]\n\n
You freeze on the spot, and hope the light will go away. \n\n It does not work.\n\n It feels like you are being swept away on a massive tidal wave, spinning around, and crashing into objects which aren't there. You can't tell which way up you are, and even when you try and look at your hands all you can see is the deep scarlet. \n\n Panic overtakes you, and you close your eyes. After what could be hours of tumbling, you are suddenly on solid ground again. \n\n[[Open your eyes.]]\n