The Day I shot ...
by Marius Müller (2007)
Genres: Humor

You play as Alex, a young gay man attending a New Year's Eve party at your boyfriend Paul's. Paul would just love to host a perfect party, but he keeps running into unexpected problems, like this mouse in the bowl of eggnog. Fortunately for Paul, you're good at solving problems.

action: %
response: Dear Blogreaders,
yesterday was the strangest day of my life! The things I have seen - and done - it was so strange...so horrible. And yet, wonderful. You remember that guy from the Psychology course? Paul? We had a date the day before yesterday. Some people already emailed me with questions regarding how it went. But sorry, especially to you, Toby43, but I was to tired, and, honestly, to drunk to go online that night. I'll skip that part, maybe I'll write about it later, because I have to tell you what went down this night. Paul was throwing this big New-Years-Eve party and he invited me (of course, I may add with what little self-esteem I have), to help him organize - and stay overnight.
That's how it all started. I arrived in the midst of the party,
because I was visiting my family before that. So when I went in the door, Paul rushed at me. I couldn't have anticipated what happened next, that this would turn into...

Paul, his brown hair in a cute pony-tail, rushes at you, a huge bowl of eggnog in his hand. He told you yesterday that he prepared it carefully after some old family recipe. He looks at you in utter horror, squeaking: "Mice."
"Of me to drop by?"
"No, Mice. They were in the house yesterday, and now one is in my eggnog." His voice is but a whisper.
"Hm, throw it away?" you suggest carefully.
"No, Alex, everyone is waiting for it. Also, the noodles haven't arrived yet and the sandwiches are disappearing rapidly.So people need something to feed on."
Right at that moment, the head of a small mouse pokes out of the liquid. The little bugger looks around, then begins to swim around quite happily.
"Get rid of these foul vermin! Save my eggnog."
You both look down on the swimming mouse. "And please don't hurt the poor little creature." With that, Paul disappears into the living room, leaving the bowl in your hands.

A small hallway, brightly lit by a row of neon lights. Dark wooden stairs lead upwards, and a doorframe opens west into the Living Room. A small door under the stairs lead into a storage closet. (Referred to by Paul only as "The Potter Room".)
Your steps don't make any sound on the the thick, red carpet.

You can see a chest of drawers (closed) here.
action: Inventory
response: You are carrying:
a bowl of eggnog
action: You examine the drawers
response: A chest of drawers, some cheap, flashy IKEA thing.
action: You take the thing
response: No, that belongs to Paul.
action: You get the thjing
response: No, that belongs to Paul.
action: You drink the eggnog
response: No! A mouse swam in it! Let those stupid party people drink it.
action: You eat the mouse
response: (first taking the mnouse)
The mouse quickly evades any attempt at interaction.
action: You open the door
response: Which do you mean, the small door or the front door?
action: Small
response: You open the small door and cram yourself into the Potter room.

Shelves are nailed to the leaning wall. On them, some useless tools gather dust.
action: You drink the mouse
response: The mouse quickly evades any attempt at interaction.
action: You look at the tools
response: Every shelf carries its own heap of rusty, quite useless tools.
action: Search tools
response: You find an Uzi, which you pocket.
action: You look at Uzi
response: An Uzi. Like in the movies. Paul told you it belonged to his grandfather, who was a bit on the funny side, and he tended to displace his magazine. Paul also told you that the thing is quite old and useless - it's set to Automatic fire and will stay that way.
The magazine shaft is empty.
action: You open the drawers
response: That's already open.
action: You go to the west
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about sickness and death, everybody trying to outdo one another in morbidity.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.
action: Search heap
response: Some of the people protest, in throaty voices: "No, man, leave our things alone." or "Chill out, man, that doesn't belong to you." Good karma pothead stuff like that.
action: You examine people
response: Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about some new remake and why it will suck.
action: You look under the couch
response: You find an mag for an Uzi, which you pocket. You never know when stuff like that comes in handy.

Grinning like the Doomguy, you slid the magazine into the Uzi, where it rests with an assuring *click.*
action: You shoot the eggnog
response: Random firing will get your fun level up, but your social skills down.
action: You look around
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about some new remake and why it will suck.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.
action: You shoot mouse
response: You can't see any such thing.

The mouse quickly evades any attempt at interaction.
action: You ask the people about hitler
response: You have to save this party before you can participate in the idle chat.
action: You look at the heap
response: Most people arrived directly from last-minute College courses and brought their stuff with them.
action: Go south
response: The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing: "The Saga begins" by Weird Al Yankovic.
action: You take the laptop
response: That's fixed in place.
action: You examine people
response: People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.
action: Look around
response: The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing: "Surfing U.S.A." by the Beach Boys.
action: Unlock laptop
response: What do you want to unlock the laptop with?
action: Go south
response: Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.
action: You search the undergrowth
response: You fight your way through the bushes.

You are somewhere in the undergrowth, the sounds of the party lost behind you.

A metal switch is set into the ground here, gleaming ominously.
action: You examine the switch
response: It has two settings, cold and hot. It is currently set to the former

The switch is currently switched off.
action: You pull the switch
response: Nothing obvious happens.
action: You turn the switch on
response: That's already on.
action: You look at the switch
response: It has two settings, cold and hot. It is currently set to the latter.

The switch is currently switched on.
action: You switch the switch
response: Enter saved game to store: Ok.
action: You describe your surroundings
response: You are somewhere in the undergrowth, the sounds of the party lost behind you.

A metal switch is set into the ground here, gleaming ominously.
action: You search the undergrowth
response: You fight your way through the bushes.

Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

The water in the pool is boiling!

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.
action: You check your inventory
response: You are carrying:
an Uzi
a bowl of eggnog
action: You examine wall
response: Quite high. But climbable.
action: You drop all
response: Uzi: Dropped.
bowl of eggnog: Dropped.
action: You climb the wall
response: You manage to scramble over the wall.

You are at the foot of a small, sloping hill, the lawn neatly cut. You can go eastwards, uphill.

A barrel of glue lies here.
action: You look at the glue
response: A huge, friendly green barrel. It has a nozzle on top and a sticker on it's side.
action: You examine sticker
response: Bio-Man superglue! Glues everything on everything. 100% edible!
action: You eat the glue
response: (first taking the barrel of glue)
That's plainly inedible.
action: You go to the east
response: You are on top of one of the innumberable hills of the golf course. You can see the whole golf course around you, which is boring as hell. The only interesting part seems to be one of the entrance gates to the North-East.

A swanky golf-cart stands here,waiting to be driven around by rich, old people.
action: You eat the golf cart
response: (first taking the golf cart)
That's fixed in place.
action: You examine the cart
response: In the golf cart is a plank.
action: You enter the cart
response: You get into the golf cart.

A plank sit on the backseat.
action: You take the plank
response: Taken.
action: You look at the plank
response: A broad wooden plank. Maybe the janitor of the Golf course used it.
action: Inventory
response: You are carrying:
a plank
a barrel of glue
action: You go to the northeast
response: Entrance Gate (in the golf cart)
A metal gate bares the way out to a lovely country lane.
action: You open Gate
response: It seems to be locked.
action: You go southwest
response: Hilltop (in the golf cart)
action: You go west
response: No! You left your Crashkid past behind you.
action: Look around
response: Hilltop (in the golf cart)
You are on top of one of the innumberable hills of the golf course. You can see the whole golf course around you, which is boring as hell. The only interesting part seems to be one of the entrance gates to the North-East.
action: You leave
response: You get out of the golf cart.

A swanky golf-cart stands here,waiting to be driven around by rich, old people.
action: Look around
response: You are at the foot of a small, sloping hill, the lawn neatly cut. You can go eastwards, uphill.
action: You examine the nozzle
response: With it, you can SPRAY things.
action: You spray the plank
response: With what?
action: You throw the plank
response: You prop the plank against the wall, building a make-shift ramp.
action: Look around
response: You are at the foot of a small, sloping hill, the lawn neatly cut. You can go eastwards, uphill.

You can see a plank here.
action: You go to the east
response: You are on top of one of the innumberable hills of the golf course. You can see the whole golf course around you, which is boring as hell. The only interesting part seems to be one of the entrance gates to the North-East.

A swanky golf-cart stands here,waiting to be driven around by rich, old people.
action: You get in the cart
response: You get into the golf cart.
action: Speed2
response: Enter saved game to store: Ok.
action: You go west
response: Of course, you could make an impressive stunt by running this thing straight over the plank into the pool...but to what avail?
action: Go outside
response: You get out of the golf cart.

You are on top of one of the innumberable hills of the golf course. You can see the whole golf course around you, which is boring as hell. The only interesting part seems to be one of the entrance gates to the North-East.

A swanky golf-cart stands here,waiting to be driven around by rich, old people.
action: You look in the cart
response: The golf cart is empty.
action: You go northeast
response: A metal gate bares the way out to a lovely country lane.
action: You go west
response: You are at the foot of a small, sloping hill, the lawn neatly cut. You can go eastwards, uphill.

You can see a barrel of glue and a plank here.
action: You examine the nozzle
response: With it, you can SPRAY things.
action: You get all
response: barrel of glue: Taken.
plank: Taken.
wall: That's hardly portable.
action: You spray the plank
response: With what?
action: Spray
response: What do you want to spray?
action: You read the glue
response: A huge, friendly green barrel. It has a nozzle on top and a sticker on it's side.
action: You read the sticker
response: Bio-Man superglue! Glues everything on everything. 100% edible!
action: You drop all
response: plank: You prop the plank against the wall, building a make-shift ramp. barrel of glue: Dropped.
action: You climb the wall
response: You manage to scramble over the wall.

Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

The water in the pool is boiling!

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.

You can also see a bowl of eggnog and an Uzi here.
action: You go to the north
response: The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing: "My name is Jack Mills" by Nitku.
action: Go south
response: Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

The water in the pool is boiling!

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.

You can also see a bowl of eggnog and an Uzi here.
action: You take all
response: bowl of eggnog: Taken.
Uzi: Taken.
Lazy people: I don't suppose Lazy people would care for that. undergrowth: That's hardly portable.
wall: That's hardly portable.
action: You ask the mouse about the cheese
response: You can only do that to something animate.
action: Go north
response: The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing: "Keasbey Nights" by Catch 22.
action: Go north
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about hypertext.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.
action: Go east
response: A small hallway, brightly lit by a row of neon lights. Dark wooden stairs lead upwards, and a doorframe opens west into the Living Room. A small door under the stairs lead into a storage closet. (Referred to by Paul only as "The Potter Room".)
Your steps don't make any sound on the the thick, red carpet.

You can see a chest of drawers (in which is a thing Pauls aunt gave her which he doesn't know what it is) here.
action: Go upwards
response: Paul has forbidden any entrance for either you or anyone else to the rest of the House for the night. Aside from a a seductive "Maybe later, when we're alone", that is.
action: You open the door
response: Which do you mean, the small door or the front door?
action: Small
response: You open the small door and cram yourself into the Potter room.

Shelves are nailed to the leaning wall. On them, some useless tools gather dust.
action: You look at the tools
response: Every shelf carries its own heap of rusty, quite useless tools.
action: You examine the carpet
response: It's thick and red. Beside the chest of drawers, there are some marks, as if it has been moved recently.
action: You examine the hole
response: A mouse peeks out of the dark.
action: You check your inventory
response: You are carrying:
an Uzi
a bowl of eggnog
action: You show the eggnog to mouse
response: You can only do that to something animate.
action: You drop the eggnog
response: The big mouse runs from the hole, jumps into the eggnog, grabs the small one by the neck, climbs out, and disappears into the hole. Still wondering how it could do all that in one turn, you replace the chest of drawers and pick up the bowl of eggnog.
action: Go west
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about some new, hip indie music.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.

Suddenly, Paul appears besides you. He graps the eggnog and gently kisses your chin, sending goose-bumps down your arms. "Thanks, Alex - you're a nice guy. Care to dance?" With that, he takes you to Kitchen, where you dance rather akwardly to  "Umbrella" by Rihanna.
. But your dancing is interrupted as Paul shoots more and more nervous glances at the buffet.
"What is it?"
"Alex, we're running low on food - these people simply eat to fast! I ordered a huge package of noodles and have no idea why it wasn't delivered today. Anyway, we're stuck with a bunch of sandwiches, which disappear as we speak." "Hey" you say "aren't your college types into resolutions and stuff like that?"
"What the hell?"
You eye the laptop. "Write a resolution to lazily masticate all sandwiches. That'll slow them down till we figure out the noodle problem."
Paul stares at you in wonder."Why haven't I met you 10 years ago?" "Because I was in jail. Listen, hook up a printer and get ready to go..."
"Can't do that. I have a printer upstairs, but no paper."
"Leave that to me" you say, smiling confidently, and Paul disappears upstairs."

The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing: "My name is Jack Mills" by Nitku.
action: You check your inventory
response: You are carrying:
an Uzi
action: Go north
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about their World of Warcraft characters.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.
action: You ask the people about the paper
response: You have to save this party before you can participate in the idle chat.
action: You go to the west
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about Second life.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.
action: You examine the people
response: Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about comparing Tolkien to China Mieville.
action: You go south
response: The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing: "Surfing U.S.A." by the Beach Boys.
action: Go south
response: Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

The water in the pool is boiling!

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.
action: You drop all
response: (the Uzi)
Dropped.
action: You climb the wall
response: You manage to scramble over the wall.

You are at the foot of a small, sloping hill, the lawn neatly cut. You can go eastwards, uphill.

You can see a barrel of glue and a plank here.
action: You jump
response: You jump on the spot, fruitlessly.
action: You drop the glue
response: Dropped.
action: You climb the wall
response: You manage to scramble over the wall.

Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

The water in the pool is boiling!

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.

You can also see an Uzi here.
action: You go inside
response: You're feeling like becoming the human oyster?
action: You search the undergrowth
response: You fight your way through the bushes.

Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.

You can also see an Uzi here.
action: Go inside
response: You jump into the water fully dressed.

In the Swimming Pool (swimming [obviously])
You are surrounded by clear, cold water.

You can see a battery-powered lava-lamp here.
action: You hold breathe
response: You hold your breath.
action: You go inside
response: You can't go that way.

You can't hold your breath any longer.
action: You exit
response: Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.

You can also see an Uzi here.
action: You hold the breath
response: You jump into the water fully dressed.

In the Swimming Pool (swimming [obviously])
You are surrounded by clear, cold water.

You can see a battery-powered lava-lamp here.

You hold your breath.
action: Dive
response: You dive down and grab the lava-lamp, coming up for air and raising it triumphantly over your head. No one cares.
action: Leave
response: Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.

You can also see an Uzi here.

You can't hold your breath any longer.
action: Go north
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Some people sit on the two comfortable couches, sharing joints and talking about that hip, totally awesome new TV show.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.
action: You turn on lamp
response: Mesmerizing colors begin to swirl in it.
Slowly, everyones eyes are wandering towards the lava-lamp.

You switch the battery-powered lava-lamp on.
action: Search heap
response: You roam around in backpacks and hand-bags, probably ruining a few lives by stealing term papers, love-letters, shopping lists,
everything that's Din A4 and has nothing written on its back.
action: You check what you're carrying
response: You are carrying:
Papers
action: You examine papers
response: The paper you nicked for the sake of this party.
action: You go west
response: You can't go that way.

Suddenly, Paul appears, balancing a heavy printer on his arms, cables in his mouth. "Didya manage to get some paper?"
You nod, handing them to him. He balances them gracefully on top of
the printer.
"Great. Why don't you enjoy yourself then?"
You move out into the Garden Area, enjoying the cool night air. Suddenly, there is a commotion in the house. Paul stumbles out of the glass doors, face pale.
"It's Hubert" he says, biting his lip.
"Hubert?"
"A German exchange guy I dated last year. Liked his accent. Anyway, I dumped him when I found out he was here to lead a camp of militant Nazi.("Hey" you mutter absent-mindedly. "Hobson's Law.") He didn't like that to well. Now he's over there, stone drunk. Dressed like Hitler (must've mixed up New Years Eve and Halloween, oh these Eurotrash guys) and waving a piece around. Looks like he thinks those people in there are his hostages, and he will kill them If I don't surrender myself to him. I'm glad all those folks in there seem to be a bit too stoned to realize what's happening." He fondles your hair and breathes into your ear. "Could you look into it?"
You smirk. "What? After realizing you dated a Nazi?" Paul leaves a trail of laughter, as he disappears to some other part of the -y.

Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.

You can also see an Uzi here.
action: You take Uzi
response: Taken.
action: Go north
response: The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing: "They" by Jem.
action: Go north
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

A blond, tall guy in a Hitler uniform strolls around the room.

Everyone stares at the lava-lamp. Time for a clever metaphor about snakes and flutes.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.

You can also see a battery-powered lava-lamp here.
action: You look at Hitler
response: The costume isn't convincing for a second. The guy is tall, blond and rather muscular (you know see what Paul liked in him), the moustache made of shoeshine. He is waving a stub-nosed .38 around, murmuring German under his breath. He looks and sounds and smells pissed.
action: You shoot hitler
response: Deciding to solve this the American way, you aim in Hubert / Hitlers general direction and fire. There are weak moans of protest as the blood splattered corpse flips over one of the couches and out of play ...er... sight.
There is a moment of silence as the people look at you, all pondering the possibilities here:
1) you shoot a man to save a meaningless party and for the odd chance of getting laid.
2) This was a piece of performance art.
Deciding on the latter, there are some weak claps of applause.
You bow, then throw the Uzi after the corpse, mumbling: "We'll clean
up tomorrow."
action: You describe your surroundings
response: Before the party people invaded it, this was a spacious, cozy room. Now, you have to wade through thick smoke to escape either eastwards to the hallway or to the Kitchen and the Pool beyond to the South.

Everyone stares at the lava-lamp. Time for a clever metaphor about snakes and flutes.

Between the two couches is a huge heap of purses and backpacks.

You can also see a battery-powered lava-lamp here.
action: You go to the south
response: The main feature of this room is the impressive glass door, which leads south, to the pool. All benches and counters are weighted down with random food stuff, brought by the party goers. Of course, there are more people here than in the living room.

People stand around, glasses or plates in hand, happily munching and talking.

On the counter next to the sink sits Paul's laptop, connected to some small speakers, providing music.
Right now, it's playing:Some weird Korean hip-hop.

Suddenly, Paul appears beside you, a cute wrinkle on his brow.
"Did I hear gunfire?"
"Probably was the music."
"So, where's Hubert?"
"Stopped partying. So can we finally, finally, enjoy this thing? Together?"
"No. This party is dead. I just got a call from the service who was supposed to deliver the noodles. Guess what? They accidentally delivered to the Golf course next door. Which is closed today, I just checked. But that doesn't matter - even if we get the noodles, how are we supposed to boil so many of them in such a short time?"
You clap him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll think of something." He puts your hand in his. "Thanks, Alex, I really appreciate this. I'll be in the kitchen, holding of the partygoers as long as I can."

Pauls Parents are rather fond of this small pool. It's surrounded by some deck-chairs. The eastern and western garden walls are overgrown with undergrowth, so as to hide the family members going for a seamelss tan. This wasn't necessary for the southern wall, wich is quite high, because it borders on a Golf course (Pauls told you they find the occasional golf ball in the pool nonetheless.)

A small flock of people is lying around in the deck-chairs, most of them still dressed, waving drinks and mumbling to each other in the afternoon glow.
action: You climb the wall
response: You manage to scramble over the wall.

You are at the foot of a small, sloping hill, the lawn neatly cut. You can go eastwards, uphill.

You can see a barrel of glue and a plank here.
action: You go to the northeast
response: A metal gate bares the way out to a lovely country lane.

Yay! There is a huge package of noodles here, enough to keep the whole party satiated.
action: You examine the noodles
response: Well...noodles.
action: You put the noodles in the cart
response: You carefully plaster the golf cart with noodles. Joseph Beuys would be proud.
action: Look around
response: You are on top of one of the innumberable hills of the golf course. You can see the whole golf course around you, which is boring as hell. The only interesting part seems to be one of the entrance gates to the North-East.

A swanky golf-cart stands here,waiting to be driven around by rich, old people. And Noodles!
action: You go to the west
response: The little golf cart gains a frightening amount of speed downhill. You mange to maneuver it onto the wooden plank - and then you are flying! Party guests gap as you fly - and as the golf carts nose sinks - splashing into the pool, spraying some people with boiling water. As you sink, your skin screaming with pain, you watch noodle float all around you - given 7 minutes, they'll be ready to be eaten.
You only realize the full amount of pain as Paul pulls you out of the scalding water - and as he later, after you both more or less enjoyed the rest of the party and a healthy meal, puts ointment on your badly scalded legs, and some other body parts which technically weren't hurt at all. And even more time later, you sit in the garden, huddled together on a deck chair, musing at the stars and what this year 2008 might bring.

So, as I told you, that was great, but the first weeks of the new year will be rather stressful. After all, I'm still in hospital about those burns, and the police started asking around about some German guy - as did the local arm of Nazi party.
But, dear Blogreaders, you know me, I'll find my way - and I'll keep you posted.
One way or the other, I think I'll never forget

The day I shot Hitler!