The Z Word

[Dog Food]

SURVIVAL STATS:
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HEALTH GAUGE: OOOOOOOOOO
ENERGY GAUGE: OOOOOOOXXX
HUNGER: Bloated. Full. Hungry. Starving. Famished. Dying.
THIRST: Quenched. Satisfied. Indifferent. Thirsty. Parched. Dying.
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INVENTORY:
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BAG: Water Bottle, Candy Bar (4/4), Candy Bar (4/4), Teddy Bear, X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X
POCKETS: Cell Phone (4/4), Pistol (12), Lighter, Cigarettes (20)
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STATS:
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Sex Appeal: ||
Charisma: |
Strength:
Endurance:
Intelligence: |
Gun Skill: |
Combat Skill: |
Driving Skill: |
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Welcome to another one of those "choose your path"-esque games. Here's a quick description of how it works: If you can interact with the item/person/etc. it will be CAPITALIZED. I've written it in a script-styled way. Without using actual script software, so it deviates slightly from a true script-style. But that explains why it looks the way it does. Anyway, here we go:

The Z Word
"Waking Up"
Part I

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

The room is dark and small. There's a large BED in one corner, a DRESSER placed in front of the center of one wall, and a DESK off to another side. The place is virtually empty otherwise. As if it's been packed and cleared out...

YOU get up. You were on the ground. You don't know why. Your head is throbbing, though... You touch it. Wince. Look at your fingers. Fresh blood. Must not have been out long. Still, you're having trouble remembering anything...

YOU
Hello?

Your voice is croaky. Immediately you wish you hadn't spoken. Now your throat hurts and you wish you had some water.

Looking around, you notice a BAG on the floor beside you. Could be yours, but there's no way to really tell. If only you could remember...

You examine yourself. You're wearing a pair of dirty, ripped jeans. A plain, black t-shirt. There's a CELL PHONE in your pocket. It's turned off.

You wipe more blood that's trickling down the side of your head. Wishing you had some sort of first aid kit. Maybe you can find one around this place? Wherever "this place" is...

You notice two DOORS. One on the north wall (the NORTH DOOR), and one on the east wall (the EAST DOOR). They could lead to other rooms. Maybe to answers. Because right now, you sure as hell don't know what the intercourse  is going on.

YOU
Every man's dream... Wake up in a strange place with a hangover to see the girl has let herself out already.

You stretch. Apparently you've got a long day ahead of you. Or, a long night, I should say.

YOU (CONT'D)
Well. I guess I've got a one-way ticket to a trip down memory lane... Just gotta find the intercourse ing train.

The question is: Now what?

[JrDude]

Is this gonna be another game you start up then get too lazy to update? Then you leave the forum for a month or 2?

-Try turning on the phone

[Kayo]

>Turn ON CELL PHONE

[Silverhawk79]

Pick up BAG.

[Dog Food]

Is this gonna be another game you start up then get too lazy to update? Then you leave the forum for a month or 2?

-Try turning on the phone

You mean like everyone else that starts games on here?

The Z Word
"Waking Up"
Part II

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

You think about what's your best option. Here you are, alone and confused, not a memory to back you up. And then, the idea hits you.

YOU
The phone!

You take the CELL PHONE out of your back pocket and examine it. It's rather new looking. And your eyes light up as you realize you have an iPhone. Does this mean you're rich? But on closer inspection, you see it's from AT&T. Then you begin to wonder what kind of person you were to be capable of dealing with people from AT&T. You shudder at the thought.

You turn on the phone. Because it's an iPhone, it takes forever to turn on. You wait. And you wait. And you wait some more. Then, just for fun, you continue to wait. Let's throw in one more sentence of waiting, just to piss everyone off. No, I lied, this sentence is also about waiting. Are you about ready to throw that phone against the wall? Well don't, because it's done!

You sigh. This situation isn't making you feel any better. But the prospect of finally finding some clues definitely makes you happy.

You check the phone. The batteries are full - a good sign. The apps are... sparse. All you have are the traditional apps that come with the phone (the ones you can't delete) and nothing extra. To make matters worse, there's no music on your phone either!

YOU
What kind of boring poop hole was I?

Regardless, that wasn't the point of the phone. You quickly go straight to your phone app and check your contacts. In it you find MOM, DAD, SARA, EMILY and DAVE. A short list.

YOU
Once again, what kind of boring poop hole was I?

You can't call or text anyone, unfortunately. There's no service. Maybe you should keep the phone off to preserve batteries for now?

YOU
(re: no service)
Typical AT&T... What kind of idiotic poop hole was I?

You shrug. At least you tried... And you shove the phone back in your pocket, not bothering to hide your disappointment.

Another scan of the room. There's still not much in it. Which begs the question, what the hell else is there to do?

*ACQUIRED CELL PHONE
-- Added to POCKETS

[Dog Food]

Pick up BAG.

The Z Word
"Waking Up"
Part II (cont'd)

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Now that you've got your cell phone, it's time to move on to something else. The closest thing to you is the BAG. So, being lazy and still half-asleep, that's the next thing you move on to.

Like your phone, this bag is rather new. It's sturdy, small, but seems like it could hold a good amount. Maybe 12 things? Seems like an accurate enough estimate.

You open it, awaiting whatever could possibly be inside to find --

Nothing. The intercourse ing thing is empty!

YOU
You'd think waking up with no memories in a strange place would be interesting. But no, I'm surrounded by a boring cell phone filled with boring stuff, an empty bag, and a intercourse ing empty room, along with my intercourse ing empty head! What the intercourse  is wrong with my life?

Still, the bag could be useful. So you keep it. Although you're going to lose your already lost mind from the boredom of your nonexistent life.

Well, you've got a bag over your back and a cell phone in your pocket. What next?

*ACQUIRED BAG!
--- Unlocked 12 SPACES in your INVENTORY.

[Kayo]

The iPhone has poop battery life.

>Search for CHARGER?

[Dog Food]

The iPhone has poop battery life.

>Search for CHARGER?

Why don't you search for a charger in a specific place? There's the BED, DRESSER, DESK, or you could go through one of the two DOORS.

[Kayo]

Why don't you search for a charger in a specific place? There's the BED, DRESSER, DESK, or you could go through one of the two DOORS.

>Thoroughly search DRESSER

[Dog Food]

>Thoroughly search DRESSER

The Z Word
"Waking Up
Part III

You finally decide to get your legs moving and check out the DRESSER. It's painful to actually walk after such a long absence from having to move your legs. They're asleep and you have to drag them towards the dresser. As you drag your legs over, you trip over a groove in the ground! You fall flat on your face and hit your head -- again.

YOU
Motherintercourse er!

As you lay on the ground, massaging your head, you wonder if maybe that's how you blacked out and got amnesia last time. A little embarrassed, you check to see what you tripped on and notice a bunch of grooves in the ground. You follow the grooves to the dresser and realize it has been moved out of its original position. That's strange...

First things first. You open the dresser and look around. There's a television, video game systems and games, a box of tissues and some lotion... Normal stuff a young guy might have stashed around. There isn't anything valuable or anything you can carry around with you. So you move on to the more interesting order of business: moving the dresser back to its original position.

It's heavy, but you manage to push it aside to reveal a WINDOW hiding behind the dresser! It's too dark to see anything outside, but you do find it strange that someone blocked the window with the dresser...

Whatever the reason, your head is throbbing too hard to really think about it. You just try to focus on what you should do next, to keep your mind off the pain.

[The Riddler]

>Finally let that fart out.

[Kayo]

The Z Word
"Waking Up
Part III

You finally decide to get your legs moving and check out the DRESSER. It's painful to actually walk after such a long absence from having to move your legs. They're asleep and you have to drag them towards the dresser. As you drag your legs over, you trip over a groove in the ground! You fall flat on your face and hit your head -- again.

YOU
Motherintercourse er!

As you lay on the ground, massaging your head, you wonder if maybe that's how you blacked out and got amnesia last time. A little embarrassed, you check to see what you tripped on and notice a bunch of grooves in the ground. You follow the grooves to the dresser and realize it has been moved out of its original position. That's strange...

First things first. You open the dresser and look around. There's a television, video game systems and games, a box of tissues and some lotion... Normal stuff a young guy might have stashed around. There isn't anything valuable or anything you can carry around with you. So you move on to the more interesting order of business: moving the dresser back to its original position.

It's heavy, but you manage to push it aside to reveal a WINDOW hiding behind the dresser! It's too dark to see anything outside, but you do find it strange that someone blocked the window with the dresser...

Whatever the reason, your head is throbbing too hard to really think about it. You just try to focus on what you should do next, to keep your mind off the pain.

>Search DESK for PAINKILLERS

[JrDude]

>Rip SHIRT to make home-made bandage for bleeding head.

[Dog Food]

The Z Word
"Waking Up"
Part IV

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

You decide to try the desk next. Maybe find something to stop the nagging pain. As you move closer to the desk, you notice it is cluttered with photos and memorabilia. A picture of you (looking dashingly handsome, you might add) with a cute blonde wearing a low cut dress. You make a mental note to put a name to those pair of boobs later. Then another picture of you with that same girl and another guy. You notice your arms are around the girl and the other guy has a hand on your shoulder. Maybe the hot blonde is your girlfriend? And this other guy, who reminds you of a young Robert Downey Jr., is probably your best friend.

YOU
Heh. Guess I'm not so bad after all...

Still, there's no painkillers on the desk, so... You open the drawer to see what's inside. You gasp with surprise when you see -- A SEMI-AUTOMATIC PISTOL, complete with a mag of 12 rounds. Strange that you'd keep a loaded gun in your room... It's a bit ominous. Wake up with a bleeding head, no memories, and then you find a gun in your desk drawer!

You take the gun. Shove it in one of your pants pockets, unsure where else to put it. All this stress is starting to make your stomach hurt... Then, a low noise erupts and you feel air being released from the crack between your butt cheeks.

YOU
Ah... That's better.

Now that you've released that tension, your stomach feels better. But your head still hurts. Then, you come up with a new idea. If you can't find something to stop the pain, you can at least stop the bleeding with an old rag or something you might find laying around!

You look at your shirt. It doesn't look like anything special. You rip off part of the side of it, giving yourself a rugged, edgier look in the process. Then you wrap the black rag around your head like a makeshift bandanna. You take a moment to look at your reflection in the photograph of you and boob-girl.

YOU
You talkin' to me? There's no one else in here, so you must be talkin' to me.

You feel the stubble on your chin. Could use a shave... You've got messy brown hair. A little longer than in the photographs. Must not have had a chance for a shave or a haircut in a while. Or a shower. You're covered in dirt and dried blood. The only part of you that remains the same is your shocking blue eyes that give the feel that they are cutting right into your soul.

YOU
Alright, pretty boy. It's time to put a name to that face.
(noticing the girl in the picture)
And relieve some stress. Oh god, please tell me she's not my sister.

Well, nothing else interesting about the desk. But you did get a gun and a fancy new bandanna out of the deal. So what's next?

*ACQUIRED PISTOL!
--- Added to POCKETS.

Also, STATS have been added. Everything starts at one "|". You've got +ONE SEX APPEAL for adding the bandanna look!

[JrDude]

>Check Bed. Top, bottom, under mattress, in pillow case, etc.

Maybe you'll find porn, or another weapon, or a clue to where you are, OR PORN.