Duckman
by Wade (2017)

Can you save the city? Without opposable thumbs? Probably not. But you're still going to try. Not because you can do it... but because no one else will. [Author's Note: Please do not play this game. It was a misguided effort on my part and has unintentially offended people. Sorry about that.]

action: %
response: The dark north-south alleyway ends here with a brutal dead end. A blind man would break his nose against a solid brick wall, if he were unlucky enough to be running this way. Good thing you're not a blind man.
action: About you
response: Let's face the facts: you are a giant, anthropomorphic duck wearing a weatherworn trenchcoat and a black sombrero. You are Duckman, or so the local newspapers have nicknamed you.
action: Go up
response: The alleyway end suddenly to the south. There are only two ways out: north... or up. Your choice. Isn't it all about choices, anyway? You can't save everyone, after all, no matter how hard you try.
action: You describe your surroundings
response: The dark north-south alleyway ends here with a brutal dead end. A blind man would break his nose against a solid brick wall, if he were unlucky enough to be running this way. Good thing you're not a blind man.

Frank arrives from the north.
action: You go upwards
response: The alleyway end suddenly to the south. There are only two ways out: north... or up. Your choice. Isn't it all about choices, anyway? You can't save everyone, after all, no matter how hard you try.

Someone -- you reckon his name is Frank -- appears to be trying to punch down a brick wall with his bare fists. "Argh!" he groans, nursing his sore knuckles.
action: You examine Frank
response: A dark-haired guy wearing dirty jeans and a kingfisher T-shirt. You've seen him before. Maybe even heard his name? People call him Frank, right? Yup.

Frank -- if you've got his name right -- is staring at a brick wall. He turns around suddenly and sees you. "Duckman! Shit! I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Wait a second --" you begin, but the guy in question decides to make a run for it, and disappears up Blind Man's Alley.
action: You go north
response: Blind Man's Alley heads further down to the south. Main Street lies to the north, a seething mass of nocturnal pedestrians and overspeeding cars. To the east, you can plainly see that a seedy-looking joint seems to be still open at this time of night. Its billboard proclaims it to be "The Real Thing".

The Spoonatic dances around you, taunting you with his teaspoons.
action: You examine Spoonatic
response: Your average insane supervillain, minus the actual super-powers. He has a formidable arsenal of silver spoons with which to stab poor innocent tax-paying citizens, and wears a pink wig and a scarlet cloak.
action: You ask Spoonatic about the spoons
response: "I love spoons. Don't you?" he confides in you briefly.
action: You ask Spoonatic about Spoonatic
response: The Spoonatic merely laughs.
action: You look at the spoons
response: They glisten in the light with a crimson hue.
action: You go east
response: Yep. It's a seedy joint, all right. Filled with the wrong kind of people, all drinking the wrong kind of alcohol and having a thoroughly good time. The way out is to the west, and there are apparently toilet facilities to the east.

"...word's on the street that there's a new hero in town, dude..."

The Spoonatic arrives from the west.
action: You buy the alcohol
response: The bartender pours some beer for you, and you dip your beak tentatively in the stuff. You immediately wish you hadn't.
action: Attack spoonatic
response: With one blow of your wing, you send him flying out of sight. "Wheeeee!" he screams, delighted that you are finally giving him your full and undivided attention. You do not see him land, however you know that he'll be back soon enough to pester you.