You’re in a damp concrete hallway, quiet except for the soft buzzing of the bare fluorescent lights. As you walk down the gentle slope you come across a nondescript steel door. You linger for a second until you hear a loud scream on the other side.
That’s none of your business, keep walking down the hallway, page 72
You open the door to find a group of naked people sitting in a circle. One woman is in the center, arms flung wide, head tilted back, screaming to the ceiling.
After the door slams behind you, you realize you don’t remember actually entering the room. You look back at the door. As you turn around you see that the naked woman is gone.
In her place is an elderly man, wearing a pinstripe suite. He leans on a baseball bat as if it’s a cane. All the naked folk in the circle are staring unblinkingly at you. All together, in perfect unison they say “that’s strike one.”
The man walks over to you and offers you a box of cracker jacks. As he extends his arm he says “you’ll never believe how great these can be! Here have some”
Do you:
Quietly take some cracker jacks to avoid angering the creepy nudist cult you’ve stumbled upon? Page 115
Turn around and try to flee this freak show? Page 1
You feel a slight tingle as you scoop up a small handful of cracker jacks, and everyone in the room leans slightly towards you. You raise your hand towards your mouth and are slightly overcome with nostalgia as the smell of caramel begins to take over your senses.
You open your mouth to take a bite and you hear a cheer erupt from the stadium. Something good must have happened in the game you think to yourself… wait, was there a game?
You shove your handful of Cracker Jacks into your mouth and carelessly drop a few pieces onto the floor in the process. As you’re enjoying your sweet, salty snack, you realize that the nudists are all staring at the pieces that you’ve dropped. You start to get the suspicion that you might have just offended them.
The words “strike two” pause in the cultists’ mouths as you pick up the stray morsels and pop them in your mouth. The man in the pinstripe suit makes eye contact and nods his approval.
He gestures to an empty space the eight cultists have made in the circle.
You’re in a damp concrete hallway, quiet except for the soft buzzing of the bare fluorescent lights. As you walk down the gentle slope you come across a nondescript steel door. You linger for a second until you hear a loud scream on the other side.
Hmm, keeping a finger on the page, I activate my pyschic powers and peek ahead to page 67.
You open the door to find a group of naked people sitting in a circle. One woman is in the center, arms flung wide, head tilted back, screaming to the ceiling.
After the door slams behind you, you realize you don’t remember actually entering the room. You look back at the door. As you turn around you see that the naked woman is gone.
In her place is an elderly man, wearing a pinstripe suite. He leans on a baseball bat as if it’s a cane. All the naked folk in the circle are staring unblinkingly at you. All together, in perfect unison they say “that’s strike one.”
The man walks over to you and offers you a box of cracker jacks. As he extends his arm he says “you’ll never believe how great these can be! Here have some”
Do you:
Quietly take some cracker jacks to avoid angering the creepy nudist cult you’ve stumbled upon? Page 115
Turn around and try to flee this freak show? Page 1
Uuuuummm 115 please
You feel a slight tingle as you scoop up a small handful of cracker jacks, and everyone in the room leans slightly towards you. You raise your hand towards your mouth and are slightly overcome with nostalgia as the smell of caramel begins to take over your senses.
You open your mouth to take a bite and you hear a cheer erupt from the stadium. Something good must have happened in the game you think to yourself… wait, was there a game?
Concentrate on the game, turn to page 66.
Eat the cracker jacks, turn to page 101.
I can catch the game later, 101
You shove your handful of Cracker Jacks into your mouth and carelessly drop a few pieces onto the floor in the process. As you’re enjoying your sweet, salty snack, you realize that the nudists are all staring at the pieces that you’ve dropped. You start to get the suspicion that you might have just offended them.
Waste not, want not, 113
The words “strike two” pause in the cultists’ mouths as you pick up the stray morsels and pop them in your mouth. The man in the pinstripe suit makes eye contact and nods his approval.
He gestures to an empty space the eight cultists have made in the circle.
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You have died, please burn this book
Drat!
Achievement unlocked: “No cheating!“