food: 0
--
Mind speaking your name? Remember, you can't change it unless you restart this game.
{text input for: "name"}
[[Continue|0.1]]config.header.center: "*Doorway*"
--
You enter back into your house.
Currently you're standing at the doorway, bare of anything, only covered in white tiles and beautifully placed [[wallpaper]].
There's a room that leads to the [[living room]], and an open doorway that reveals the small, yet clean [[kitchen]]. The dining room is further inside.
Then again, you could always go straight to your [[room]]. You're in dire need of a shower.
The [[door]] is now closed behind you.{name} is it?
[[Yes|1.0]]
{back link, label: 'No'}config.header.left: "[[Doorway|1.0]]"
--
It's been changed many a time. It went from the that sickly yellow to a white, green, pink, blue, and now violet.
You've always been changing your mind on the colors. But still, you liked it.config.header.left: "[[Doorway|1.0]]"
config.header.center: "*Living Room*"
--
There's not much here actually. You know there used to be a TV at some point, but it grew too old, as with all things.
In here, there a [[photo]] in here, a comfy [[couch]], though this room seems emptier than usual. Cleaner, and echoes a bit when you take a step.
There's a [[bedroom]] just off to the side. You don't know if you should go in there.config.header.left: "[[Doorway|1.0]]"
config.header.center: "*Kitchen*"
--
Clean. Perfectly so. You almost slip on the tile a few times, and any and all kitchen utinsils have been safetly put away where they belong.
Your [[medicine drawer]] is still here, and the [[fridge]] is still where you remember it.config.header.left: "[[living room]]"
--
It's torn, right down in the middle, only showing a single person.
Your heart is filled with something hot, boiling. It reminded you of tar, forever sticking to skin.config.header.center: "*Hallway*"
config.header.left: "[[Doorway|1.0]]"
--
A bit of a walk in this maze of a home, but you found your way. You stood in front of a large door, capped off with a golden [[knob]] polished to a bright shine.config.header.center: "*Room*"
config.header.left: ""
--
[CSS]
#backdrop {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(44, 22, 60);
}
#page {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(38, 40, 42);
}
[continue]
You enter your room and close it behind you. It **clicks**.
And now you can't get out.
You have to go to [[bed]] now.
[CSS]
#backdrop {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(22, 0, 38);
}
#page {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(27, 29, 31);
}
[continue]
Your {cycling link for: "loved one", choices: ['mom', 'dad', 'parent', 'boyfriend', 'girlfriend', 'lover', 'husband', 'wife', 'spouse', 'brother', 'sister', 'sibling', 'aunt', 'uncle', 'cousin', 'friend', 'grandma', 'grandpa', 'grandparent']} will be coming here now.
"*This is your only home {name}. Only I love you, and I always spoil you.*"
Right, as always. Why did you even leave in the first place?
[align right]
***End***config.header.center: ""
config.header.left: ""
config.header.right: ""
--
[CSS]
#backdrop {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(121, 77, 115);
}
#page {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(60, 62, 64);
}
[continue]
[if food === 1]
You stuffed your food back into your ratty sweater, ripping open the door before dashing out of there.
A car rolls by the front, but it was easy enough to pick a different route.
You may have come back, but you were not going to stay.
[else]
Your hands were shaking. Why were you even here? Are you so weak that you're willing to give up?
No, no you weren't. This was a simple lapse in judgment, a craving for the things you perceive as better.
This was not better.
You turned on your heel, opening the door back up, and walked out. You'll find another way, another life.
[align right]
***End***config.header.left: "[[living room]]"
--
You used to lay on here on the time, when you were just too tired to walk more than a few steps from your room.
Somehow, no matter how many times you soiled it, it still remains white.config.header.center: "*Bedroom*"
config.header.left: "[[living room]]"
--
Why are you here?
There's a single [[bed|bed2]], [[sheets]] haven't been made, with a single tall lamp and a [[closet]].config.header.left: "[[bedroom]]"
--
It doesn't look comfy at all, and yet you feel the need to lay in it.
Two pillows, plenty of sheets, and clearly too big for just one person.
It wasn't for just one person.
[[Not at all.]]config.header.left: "[[bedroom]]"
--
They were musty, old-smelling, neglected. But still of your favorite pattern.config.header.left: "[[bedroom]]"
--
Not much clothing in here actually. They didn't fit with your tastes, but just in case, you took a large coat and bag with you.config.header.left: ""
config.header.right: ""
--
[CSS]
#backdrop {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(44, 22, 60);
}
#page {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(38, 40, 42);
}
[continue]
You lift the sheets up, the material familiar and disgustingly soft.
You need to [[rest]] now.[CSS]
#backdrop {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(22, 0, 38);
}
#page {
transition: background-color 1s ease;
background-color: rgb(27, 29, 31);
}
[continue]
Your {cycling link for: "loved one", choices: ['mom', 'dad', 'parent', 'boyfriend', 'girlfriend', 'lover', 'husband', 'wife', 'spouse', 'brother', 'sister', 'sibling', 'aunt', 'uncle', 'cousin', 'friend', 'grandma', 'grandpa', 'grandparent']} will be coming here now.
You closed your eyes, hearing a click as the door at the front of the house opened.
You weren't meant to be outside this bed anyway. You kind of missed your room, but your fear is stronger than simple nostolgia.
The door opened. You felt hands on your back.
"*Oh, welcome back {name}*"
[align right]
***End***config.header.left: "[[kitchen]]"
--
It's locked, a silver keyhole winking at you with the shine of the artifical light above you.
Even though it's yours, you don't have the key for it.config.header.left: "[[kitchen]]"
food: 1
--
Large and wide. You opened it and grabbed a bag to stuff as much food as you can inside it.
Just to be sure, you grabbed some cans and a can opener. There was never a shortage in food, but you would only take a few bites before collapsing. You'd be taken to the living room, with only the sound of a cupboard ringing in your ears.