Interactive Story by Anna
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Problem Sleuth stares into the brim of his hat, deep in thought, then looks up. "You must use the BOBBY PIN." He states calmly. Despite being completely nonsensical to the average listener, he quite clearly means the gun.
Who is this hard-boiled detective, and what does he want? Nobody knows.
Who is this hard-boiled detective, and what does he want? Nobody knows.
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Marie Hawke hovers around and suggests "SHOOT IT IN THE HEAD! SHOOT IT. GRAB THE PISTOL. YOU NEED TO LOAD IT? WE DID THAT SHIT FOR YOU"
DPUO wrote:<+AirHippo> Funnily enough, folks who abide by the law and try to make something of their lives don't appreciate the rich kids of rich parents getting away with murder and skimming through life.
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Most of the voices seemed most eager for me to grab the gun, so that's what I went for. The moment my fingers made contact with the grip of the weapon, the other two seemed to evaporate, which startled me a little, until the massive crab squeezed its pincers tightly around my arm again, and I recalled my rather unfortunate predicament.
Snatching up the odd looking firearm with my free arm, I twisted a little as the crab dragged me along the sand, shoving the barrel of the weapon into its face and squeezing the trigger. The effect was rather instantaneous as a loud noise unlike anything I'd ever heard burst from the gun, and a beam of light shot from the barrel, blasting a hole clean through the crustacean.
That didn't go well.
Snap went its pincers on my arm as it collapsed into a heap, and searing white pain tore through me. In the distance I could hear Hale shouting out, and I could hear my own screams, but it all seemed so distant. My vision was blurred, but I could see red everywhere. So much red. That was the last thing my brain registered before I passed out.
The next time I woke up, I found myself lying in my bed, back in my bedroom, safe and sound. So it was just a dream after all. Or not. As my brain began to wake up more, and my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I realised I wasn't in my room at all, but in a similarly sized room in some sort of cottage. I tried to push myself into a sitting position, only to wobble to one side. My left arm couldn't feel the bed. How strange.
I turned my attention to that arm, wiggling it a little, only to realise that it terminated four inches below my shoulder, and was wrapped in thick bandages.
Suffice to say, I freaked the fuck out.
Sorry voices, no choices today, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to pipe in. Some sympathy would be nice too. You fuckers made me lose my arm!
Snatching up the odd looking firearm with my free arm, I twisted a little as the crab dragged me along the sand, shoving the barrel of the weapon into its face and squeezing the trigger. The effect was rather instantaneous as a loud noise unlike anything I'd ever heard burst from the gun, and a beam of light shot from the barrel, blasting a hole clean through the crustacean.
That didn't go well.
Snap went its pincers on my arm as it collapsed into a heap, and searing white pain tore through me. In the distance I could hear Hale shouting out, and I could hear my own screams, but it all seemed so distant. My vision was blurred, but I could see red everywhere. So much red. That was the last thing my brain registered before I passed out.
The next time I woke up, I found myself lying in my bed, back in my bedroom, safe and sound. So it was just a dream after all. Or not. As my brain began to wake up more, and my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I realised I wasn't in my room at all, but in a similarly sized room in some sort of cottage. I tried to push myself into a sitting position, only to wobble to one side. My left arm couldn't feel the bed. How strange.
I turned my attention to that arm, wiggling it a little, only to realise that it terminated four inches below my shoulder, and was wrapped in thick bandages.
Suffice to say, I freaked the fuck out.
Sorry voices, no choices today, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to pipe in. Some sympathy would be nice too. You fuckers made me lose my arm!
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Using the wand, you might have been able to make the crab dissapear...
Yeah, that's right. I'm the annoying hindsight voice.
Yeah, that's right. I'm the annoying hindsight voice.
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