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Conversation Time!

You explain the situation to him - Your current location, The fact that he just woke up In his own time, and with no violent interference on your part, and yourself.

???: "Ah, I... See..."

He looks absolutely bewildered.

???: "Well..."

He stands up, dusting himself off. He does not notice the muddy shoe print on his torso, lucky for you. He looks all around.

???: "Shit... This is a problem and a half, isn't it?"

He turns to you, extending his hand, and you shake it because giving you the option to not do that was clearly the wrong decision and I shouldn't be giving you so much free will.

???: "I guess the only thing left to do now is to walk... Somewhere."

He gestures to you.

???: "I've got no clue. Lead the way."

Guess it's up to you, unfortunately.

North - East - South - West
Return to the House

You ascend the stairs, back into the brighter (And therefore safer) part of the house. Nothing has moved since you left it. Despite this, your feeling of being watched does not go away.

That's actually a lie, it is now nighttime outside. Welp, you've got a choice now. You can either go outside into the terrifying, unknown night. Or you can not be stupid, and stay here for the night.

Don't go outside - Be stupid
Walking East

You begin to stroll east. Country fields surround you and the sky is as clear as a plain sheet of paper. As you continue to walk, your legs slowly begin to ache, and your back begins to hurt very much. You think to yourself how this could of happened, as it is so early on in your journey. Just managing to briskly undertake every step, you wander through the vast countryside aimlessly. Do you want to carry on walking or rest?

* Carry on walking- Rest
Backing down

You do not move a muscle. Like a statue, you freeze in place, not even evidently breathing.

...

Come to think of it, you might actually have died from that. I was joking about her death stare killing you earlier, y'know. Emily continues glaring at you for a few moments. Then, she starts taking a few steps back, the gun still levelled at your head.

Emily: "For the love of god, don't do that again. It creeps me the fuck out."

She lowers the gun slowly. Both of you let out a heavy sigh and pause for a moment.

Emily: "Alright, c'mon then. Let's get going."

Whether she wanted to or not, Emily has technically ordered you to follow her. She starts marching through the forest, and you follow along after. As the two of you walk, the ground continuously gets steeper. Perhaps the two of you are walking up the sides of a hill? No, that doesn't feel right... Maybe the side of a mountain, then? You'll have to see when you get out of this forest.

Speaking of this forest, why is it so god damn dark in here? No matter which direction you look, you can't see more than a few solitary dots of light in any direction. It's getting to the point where you can only vaguely make out Emily's shape in front of you, and can only really follow her by the sound of her heavy footsteps. Nonetheless, you have the comfort that this is earth, and there should be nothing in this forest that mankind has not identified and/or killed in the past. That's right. You're the apex predator here. You're the king. There is nothing the king fears.

He has no reason to fear
And so, you return to your journey WITH THE POWER OF TEAMWORK

The two of you walk on. Nothing is anywhere. Nothing but the few unearthly trees and the endless, dark grey grass. Speaking of the grass...You bend down, pausing for a moment. The grass is interwoven with a mysterious sticky liquid. It is dark red, almost like blood. Disgusting. But what is disgust, you now ponder? Is it really so disgusting, given the context? Oh no, now is not the time for that shit.

Rising to your regular height again, you internally promise to resume these shitty pseudo-philosophical ramblings at a later date. Except you won't. You resume walking, rejoining Malcolm who waited for you. Neither of you speak. The whole dimension feels deathly quiet again. Furthermore, the grass seems to be increasingly permeated with that disgusting red liquid. It is Malcolm's turn to freeze. He suddenly pats you on the shoulder.

Malcolm: "Wait... Don't move."

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Fuckin' Stalker

The woman shrugs, not deterred by your shouting.

Emily: "Eh, fair enough I suppose."

She leans back, resting her arms on the bridge rail. She looks down at you like you just said something childishly amusing.

Emily: "So do you have tunnel vision? How come you never saw me before now?"

Just didn't - How come you didn't say anything?
The Beginning

Hello. Welcome to The Game. A multiple-choice adventure, set in modern-day England, in which you determine the path of your very own hero! There's only one rule: Do what I say. You decide your very own fate...

Very well, let's begin. Imagine the look you desire for your hero. Is he/she tall or small? What colour hair does your hero have? Or does the hero not have hair? Close your eyes for a few seconds and imagine.

I assume that you're finished. Good. Took you long enough. Now, we begin your adventure.

* Begin
Shit! Shit! Shiiittt!!!

You run as fast as you can, not looking back. The path seems to go on on for ever and ever. As the monster begins to gain on you, you feel your heart racing in your chest.

What? As you begin to get closer to where you began, you begin to see a vortex appear around the point that you were standing when you first go to this dimension. Go through it?

* Go through it - Nope
Looking for Emmerich

You wander around the cottage for a bit before finding him in the living room. He's sitting in an armchair that you have to actively remind yourself isn't his and looking out the small open window. He doesn't look your way as you enter. He looks extremely tired, and you wonder if he got any sleep at all last night.

You walk towards him and step on something. It's a makeshift bed lying on the floor. Something jabs you hard in the foot. You look up and it's Emmerich's cane.

Emmerich: "Please don't step on the bedsheets, I need to put them back after this."

Makes sense. I mean, they obviously weren't his. You step off the bedsheets and slowly work your way around them to the chair on the other side of the living room. Emmerich continues looking out the window.

Emmerich: "There's something so strangely beautiful about a countryside in the early morning..."

He is very clearly lost in thought. I guess if you want to ask him some questions there's nothing stopping you.

- "Who are you?" - "Do you know where this is?" - Remain silent
Walking with Emily

You continue to observe this bronze cog that you are are holding in your hands. The cog, although it is a perfect circle, has texture similar to that of a rock, and there is no smooth edge whatsoever. Every inch is rough, despite being seeming smooth at first glance. It feels like it something more than just a cog. It felt as though you were holding it, but you weren't. You suddenly feel this odd sensation in your head , your mind begins to black out, you hear this voice say "That's mine, thanks for holding onto it", as you fall to the ground. As you awake, you can hear Emily's voice shouting.

Emily: "Are you okay?!"

You: "Yes... I think so."

Emily: "What happened?"

You look down at your hands, the cog has gone.

You: "I don't know."

Emily: "Where's the cog gone?"

"I don't know."

* Continue
Staying inside

Staying indoors, you wander around the house, staying far away from the door to the basement. Other than the few oddities you saw when arriving, there is nothing here that is worth examining. Feeling incredibly tired from the journey required to get here, you go upstairs to the single bed, flopping down and dropping off to sleep.

(Dream)
Just Didn't

She glares at you, apparently unsatisfied with your answer. She walks down the bridge, towards you.

Oh wow. She's a lot scarier up close. She's almost twice your height. She tilts her head, and doesn't sound nearly as friendly as she did before as the speaks again;

Emily: "What the hell. Do you mean. 'Just didn't'."

You say nothing, perhaps aware that she has a gun in her pocket.

She glances over you one more time, before sighing.

Emily: "Well, anyway... If you've got nowhere better to be, let's get moving."

She starts to walk off down the riverside.

Follow Her - Don't go
Examine the Letters

You walk over to the piles of undelivered letters, and pick a few to read. Most of them are signed "Hue Eveson", and are various orders to a shelter of some kind, asking for dogs. Curious. Come to think of it, why are they letters? You are confused, as always. Some of the letters are addressed to a person whose name you've never seen. Presumably a relative.

Well, there's not a whole lot to look at here.

Leave the basement
Telling him to leave

Emmerich seems slightly taken aback at your harshness. A sudden frown passes over his face and he speaks in a colder voice.

Emmerich: "Sir. I am merely asking you entertain my request. You don't even know what it is yet."

You feel a chill pass over you. It passes, and Emmerich's face seems to return to normal.

Emmerich: "In short, I am on a business trip. I am looking for someone, and need somewhere to be sheltered from this rain."

You pause for a moment, considering your answer.

Sure - No, leave now
Alright then

Emily: "Alright, then? That's it?!"

Her disappointment in your reaction is plain.

Emily: "Well, you're clearly a boring individual. Not worth my time."

Without another word, she turns and walks across the remainder of the bridge towards the forest on the other side.

(Bet you thought this was the friendly route, you fucking wuss)

-Follow her -Leave
No reason at all

Something is there. Something is absolutely there. Right behind you. You feel it like a cold wind. You can't see shit, but you somehow have the sense that part of it is moving, and that's when you feel something tightly grip you by your shoulder. The 'thing' that grabbed you is... Without any qualities. Neither hot, nor cold. No texture, no feeling of pain. No, it's closer to... 'being grabbed' without any extra information. Well, it doesn't matter. Anything that suddenly grabs you by the shoulder like that cannot have good intentions.

(Die)
Life in the Fast Lane

You decide to accelerate towards her. Not sure if you think you're being funny, suicidal, or you think she won't do it. Welp, I can tell you that if you thought either of the last two you're in for bad news.

She shoots you in both kneecaps and you crumple to the ground face-first. Congratulations, you can no longer walk. You hear the sound of her walking away. Yep, she's really just gonna leave you to die. What is this woman's problem anyway?

...

Well, you've got nothing to do but lie there and wait to bleed out.

Do that - Don't do that
Lie Around

You lie there in shame, aghast at your own foolish behaviour. You do not stand for some time as the rain begins to pour down. You cannot bear the shame. Eventually, you overcome this tremendous obstacle and stand back up.

You look around. Though you had not noticed it, you were now on a small path leading through the forest. It stretches out ahead of you, with no end in sight.

The new question is: Will you follow the path? Or, since it is raining, take a stroll through the woods.

Follow the path - Go East into the woods
The Landscape

Absolutely riveting. Well, you've got a few of those nondescript trees off to the right of the riverbank. It's not exactly a forest, but there's quite a few of them clustered tightly together. Checking the other side of the riverbank, this seems to be a recurring theme with the flora here. Well, the flora on the other side seems to be on an upward slope.

There's also the river itself. Honestly, you've been avoiding thinking about it. It's dark blue but also... Murky. It's like oil. You can't even see below the surface. Make contact with that, and you'll definitely contract some kind of illness.

Actually... You've just had an idea. The river isn't that wide. If you jump across it, you can walk at the same pace as Emily without technically getting close enough for her to shoot you.

Ohohohoho, yes a devilish plan is brewing in your mind. Now, the question is; To go ahead with it or not?

- Rebel against authority - Obey the dictates of a tyrant
The Tea Party Beyond Space and Time

Unknown: "First, Malcolm, I think it only right that I introduce myself to our friend, here."

Malcolm: "Of course."

Unknown: "I go by many names, but you shall call me...Tim."

I was expecting a little more, but i'll accept the name Tim.

Tim: "Secondly, let us address the matter of our location. We are currently outside of space and time, in a pocket reality of my creation. Are there any further questions you wish to ask?"

-What's going on? -No, I'm fine
What the fuck is going on?

You politely ask him the above question. Before he can answer, the beast he had just flipped over tries to move, but he turns and brings down his fist like a hammer on it's jaw. You hear something crack. The beast slumps back down.

At this point, the stranger seems to shake his head, and his blank expression changes to one of confusion.

Unknown: How did...?

He looks at you. Shaking his head again, he walks over to you, offering his hand. You accept it, and rise to your feet.

It's time to practice conversation.
No music will actually be provided.

You do, however, have a fight. Music is hardly necessary. The whole thing is actually pretty quiet, aside from the occasional clang of the beast's claws bouncing ineffectively off this surprisingly powerful metal stick.

Despite the obvious difference in size, speed, power etc. This fight is kinda... One-sided. No, more than one-sided. It's a mismatch of epic proportions. Holding that useless lump of metal, you feel almost untouchable. You're ducking and parrying the beast's swings so effectively, you have enough time to spend thinking.

You duck the beast's claws again, slashing at it with the metal stick faster than you even knew you could swing an object. The beast tries to flatten you with it's massive fuck-off clawed feet, but in a single precise movement, you step past it, and skewer the beast in the jaw. The beast roars, but you don't react at all, twisting the stick back out. You aren't scared. Hell, you don't even feel your adrenaline racing. What the actual fuck is going on here? You are standing right in front of a creature almost twice your size, but you're not feeling anything at all, while you surgically tear it apart.

After a while of this, it's movements having gradually slowed and grown sloppier over time, the beast finally seems to give up and slumps over. It's over for it. You don't even have to finish it off. You don't move. Perhaps you're in shock?

Well, regardless, I guess you won. You killed it.

I hereby promote you from complete failure to regular failure.
Following Her

The best way to counter a stalker is to stalk them back, so to this end you start walking after her. She apparently notices this and starts walking faster. You decide to walk faster to keep pace, which makes her walk faster to get away from you, which... Well, you get the idea.

Eventually, she's had enough. She turns around and takes that gun out of her pocket and points it at you.

Emily: "On god, if you don't slow down right now, I will end you."

Speed up - Stop
The Fight

What transpires over the next few minutes shocks you. It's not a fight. Not fit to be called one. More like a slaughter.

Malcolm tears the beast a new one with surgical precision. He dodges, parries, and counters every attack the beast makes. He's scarily calm and precise, as he continuously slashes at the beast with that piece of metal he has... Which you guess is sharp? You feel strangely paralysed, unable to move as Malcolm methodically wears the beast down. To it's credit, the monster never retreats. Or perhaps it's just stupid? Maybe it's so completely dumbfounded at something so much smaller fighting back and, on top of that, winning, that it's forgotten what to do.

Regardless, it inevitably slows down, growing weaker and weaker. Eventually, with one final jab into the side of the creature's face, it slumps forward, defeated.

No, not defeated. Dead.

The creature is dead. Malcolm stands there, almost completely motionless, as though not fully comprehending what just happened himself.

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Calling to it

You shout out to it. The shape pauses, shuffling around as though looking for the source of the noise. It looks up the hill and, seeing you at the top, begins to advance up the hill. As it gets closer, your sense of unease gets stronger...

It's like a weird feeling in your gut, growing steadily more painful. The shape has almost reached you now, and while you still can't see it clearly, you begin to notice disturbing details... For example, it isn't proportioned like a human. It's head is below it's huge shoulders, with gorilla-like arms. The moonlight is reflecting off it's face strangely... Wait. That's a mask. It's wearing a mask. What the hell is it?

You try to step backwards, panic rising... And that's when you fall over. No, you didn't trip. You simply crumble to the ground, your limbs completely unresponsive. The creature reaches you, towering over you. It's milling it's hands over and over... It's almost hypnotic. Suddenly, you hear a noise... A sound like something is crying... Or is it laughing? The creature, it's inhuman face obscured by a expressionless white mask, leans forward, extending a single huge hand. It grasps your head using just it's thumb and index finger, and you feel an agonising crushing sensation as it begins to press it's fingers together. You can't even scream - You can't move a single part of your body. All you can do is sit there until your skull finally cracks and you die.

(Start Over)
Living in Fear

No matter what way you spin it, you're in no position to do anything. This woman wields a gun like a diplomatic tool. You wonder if this technically makes you her hostage? I mean, nothing's stopping you from just walking away. She obviously finds your presence distasteful. On the downside, you would be lonely, and human contact is probably better than isolation. Probably.

- Straight up leave - Continue following
Don't believe him

Malcom: "Oh, I thought you wouldn't..."

You both walk in silence for a while longer. And another while. And another while. The grass squelches beneath your feet, but otherwise the dimension is deathly quiet. There is no wind or life anywhere, except the plantation, but even they feel lifeless. This is definitely a horrible dimension. Suddenly, you see a wall ahead. It does not look climbable. Oh well, guess we have to turn back. Wait, what's he doing?

Malcolm: "Don't turn back just yet, I believe we can climb this..."

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Dr. Phillip Emmerich

The letter reads:

Hue Eveson,

The autopsy was a success. Due to the uneven nature of the point of entry, consistent with each stab wound, I can conclude that the tool used was most likely not a knife. More likely, it was something like a broken piece of glass. I suggest you examine your house for any signs of broken windows, I place money on such a thing being easy to find. My colleague has come to the definite conclusion that this was a motivated attack from an unknown source, however this person(s) is likely unidentifiable with the current level of information we have.

I suggest you call the police and, until you are convinced that you are properly protected, sleep with a gun underneath your pillow.

-Dr. Philip Emmerich

* Put the letter down- Examine the letter further
Going this direction

You step through the portal to find yourself in the place that it leads. But the question is, where are we? You appear to be back in your own dimension. The hills are gone (thank fuck) and you are now halfway up a mountain. The view is breathtaking. In fact, you believe that the tiny speck down there may just be the barn you woke up in. NOW we are making progress.

-Ascend -Descend
Next Morning

You awaken next morning, feeling like shit. It takes a moment, but it presently comes to you that you are in fact in someone else's house. And on the same note, so is a strange man you met calling himself Philip Emmerich. Come to think of it, where is he?

You head down the stairs to the kitchen. Emmerich isn't there, but his briefcase is lying on the table.

- Look for Emmerich - Examine the briefcase
Dreaming

*It's kind of impossible to describe.*

*I can't see, pretty much. But it isn't completely black. It's like staring into a pool of oil, and all the colours are just being reflected from... Somewhere.*

*But... Even though I can't see anything, I know there's something here.*

 *It's like the kind of feeling you get when you're really high up, next to a ledge.*

*I'm standing next to a ledge. And I don't know why, but I feel like I can't step back. But I don't want to step forward either.*

*What is this place?*

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Quite a lovely tale, isn't it?

*Personally, I think it's the inspiring part of my story. This situation is pretty familiar, but I'm in his position now. I like that thought, I feel like I've inherited his role. I wonder if he'd be proud of me. Or maybe he'd beat me up for "Stealing his job". I'll ask him when he shows up. Oh, sorry. I was rambling a bit, there. What I was trying to show with that story is that some weird shit will happen, but there's something on the other side of it. You had better get used to weird shit, because I think you'll wake up to it every morning from now on.*

*It's been fun talking at you, but I gotta go now. One last piece of advice: You're doing just fine, regardless of what he says. Remember that. Alright, bye. You can wake up now.*

-Wake up
Downtown Coolsville

Preparing to ascend and join the gods of coolness, you walk down the small slope to the very edge of the river. You check Emily to see if she is going to bear witness to your glory. She is not. Fine, be that way. Her loss. You bend your knees, and make what is probably the most impressive leap of your life...

...

There has been a slight miscalculation. For once, you are not the weak link in this equation. But you forgot to take this factor into account, so I'll still treat it like your fault anyway. You land on the edge of the opposite bank, but it's completely unstable. It ends up breaking and you fall backwards into the water...

And that's the best part. Because instead of splashing into the water and getting temporarily submerged, you instead feel yourself land on something just below the water's surface. You sit up a bit and pat around what you've landed on. It feels... Remarkably like you've landed on some meat.

...

This is fine.
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Trying to kick him out

Emmerich narrows his eyes at you, and for the first time you sense irritation from him. You suddenly feel very small and weak (Which you are anyway).

Emmerich: "I've avoided argument until now, but you're seriously lacking in manners, you know?"

He stands up, towering over you.

Emmerich: "Who are you to forbid me? You don't even live here!"

You are unable to speak. You are afraid. Emmerich glares at you for a moment longer, before covering his face and suddenly letting out a hearty laugh.

Emmerich: "Now, now. Don't make that face. I'm a trespasser as well, so we're even, okay?"

He removes his hand, revealing his smiling face, placing a hand on your shoulder. You release a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in.

Emmerich: "Now, let's just forget about this little disagreement and go to bed. Tomorrow, we wake up as new people, okay?"

You nod. He smiles.

Emmerich: "Alright then, off you go."

You obey him, turning tail and starting to head back upstairs. You feel like you have just seen something you were not supposed to see.

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But why...?

Does the order really matter...? Alright then. You suggest the idea to Malcolm. He seems almost relieved.

Malcolm: "Ah, okay. Sure. Let's go for it."

A few moments later, Malcolm is up on the wall.

Malcolm: "Oh, shit... It's dark up here."

You ask him what he means.

Malcolm: "It just got... A lot darker. I can hardly see."

You tell Malcolm that you can still see him clearly. He is silent for a few moments, before sighing and speaking.

Malcolm: "Alright then..."

He reaches down, extending a blind hand out to you. You grab it, and he hauls you up. Instantly, the area becomes completely fogged over. You can't even see Malcolm anymore. You can still here him though. He shuffles around anxiously, unsure of what to do.

Malcolm: "Well... Should we continue?"

Climb - Get back down
Refusing to Confront the problem

In an act of pure mind over matter you continue walking. Whatever you just tripped over doesn't exist. It's gone. It's dead to you now. It just did not happen.

Welp, good news, now that you are now obligated to treat Ellie as though she never existed, you can now focus on other problems. Like the one where you're soaked through to the bone and will 100% catch a cold.

You've got two real options; you head in the general direction of the... mountain...

It occurs to you that your search for a 10 year old child who no longer exists has gotten you completely turned around. Even your best guess at where the mountain is only around 20% accurate. This would all be Ellie's fault if she was real. The other option is looking for shelter. It's your choice.

- Go towards(?) the mountain - Look for shelter
Something Important

Tim walks over to a desk, opening up a drawer and taking out a light blue cloth wrapped around something you can't see. Malcolm has shot to his feet

Malcolm: "H-Hold on! I need answers!"

Tim turns and looks at the two of you with an unreadable expression.

Tim: "No, Malcolm. Not right now. Right now, you need something to help you survive."

He walks over, offering the blue package to Malcolm. Malcolm does not move, and simply continues to glare with quiet frustration. Tim waits for a moment, before sighing.

Tim: "Alright... Sit down, and I'll explain a bit more."

He sits down. Malcolm complies, sitting down as well.

Tim: "As I said, this situation is... Complicated. You did not go there, Malcolm, but You..."

He points to you

Tim: "You were there. But, I don't know how, you were moved to this world quickly. Too quickly."

Malcolm: "A-and what does this mean? *This* world? Are their worlds above this one?"

Tim nods.

Tim: "Yes, this is only the second of eight layers. But, at your current progression, this layer is too much for you."

Malcolm: "Our current 'progression'? What do you mean? The more you speak, you only create more questions."

Tim raises a hand, gesturing for Malcolm to be quiet.

Tim: "Malcolm. I can't tell you everything. Not here. Not now. I can offer you only the weapon I have given you now, to at least give you a chance at survival."

You watch the next few minutes with that stupid, blank face you always have. Utterly detached. Malcolm tries several times to persuade Tim to explain more, but Tim is adamant about his silence. Eventually, dejected, Malcolm seems to give up.

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Or maybe not...

The beast is stopped dead. Malcolm stands between you and it. In his hand, he holds a small chunk of metal. What the...? The beast actually cries out... It sounds like it's in agony? You look dumbfounded. Malcolm glances at you over his shoulder, his expression completely blank. For some reason, that look sends a cold shiver over you. He turns back to the beast, and the fight begins.

The Fight
.....

*I think, first of all, I should congratulate you. You made it through you first fight. I know that mustn't have felt like much of a fight, but trust me it's the first of many.*

*You should accept this rest. Here's to still living. Cheers.*

*Actually, if you don't mind, I've got a similar story somewhere around here...*

*Sorry it I'm making it about me, but I think it has a message you could learn from as well.*

*There we are. Found it.*
One step too far

You spit in her face. Her response is to shoot you in the chest. That is rough, but I genuinely can't imagine that you thought anything else would become of this.

You slump forward onto the ground, clutching your stomach. She's apparently really mad, because she shoots you twice more in the back, before delivering a summary kick to your skull. Vision and hearing fade out before you know what happens next.

Start Over
More questions!

Unknown: "All in due time, my good friend. For now, please take a seat."

You are compelled to take a seat, what a great suggestion. You did just climb an absurd height with no breaks. Malcolm takes a seat beside you, and tea cups appear in your hands. The fire crackles, Lionel Bart's "Overture" (1968) plays on an old record. The tea party has officially begun.

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Exploring the cottage

You begin to explore the cottage, staring at the rooms with vast curiosity. Each room was fairly petite, and quite basic. The few rooms you entered were extraordinarily identical. That was, until you entered the kitchen. The kitchen seemed to be the largest room of the cottage by far! The oven was sitting at the far end of the room next to the fridge, which was oddly large. You look round the kitchen with curious eyes. You spot a piece of paper with writing on it. Examining it closer, it appears to be a letter. Do you read it?

* Yes- No
Examining a Dead Body

You move slowly closer to the body. Emily helpfully holds out the match where needed. The thing she kills appears vaguely humanoid... As in, it has two arms, two legs, and a torso in the same place as a human, but that's where the similarities end. It's skin is a dark sort of red, with some parts of it being white, and some parts nearing purple. If you saw these kinds of colours on a human body, you'd assume they had been injured or were in immense pain. To add to this, the creature's skin appears stretched, ill-fitting, and flaky. It has no 'head', instead having something like a large dome on top of it's body, without any visible features. Yeah, without a doubt this thing is something outside of human knowledge.

To add to that, it's absolutely huge. Almost twice your own height. You're amazed at how quiet this thing was. After pondering this for a moment, it occurs to you just how terrifying that implication is if there are more of these things. You look over at Emily, but she's clearly extremely tired. She gives a dismissive wave.

Emily: "It's fine. Let's just get out into proper daylight, okay?"

It is not even possible for you to consider disagreeing. The two of you stand up, advancing up the slope of the hill with greater urgency.

-Get going
Do you have any real idea of what this place is?

Malcolm: No... Not really... The most I can understand about it is that it seems to completely ignore the laws of physics as we understand them...

You both walk in silence for a while longer. And another while. And another while. The grass squelches beneath your feet, but otherwise the dimension is deathly quiet. There is no wind or life anywhere, except the plantation, but even they feel lifeless. This is definitely a horrible dimension. Suddenly, you see a wall ahead. It does not look climbable. Oh well, guess we have to turn back. Wait, what's he doing?

Malcolm: "Don't turn back just yet, I believe we can climb this..."

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Pounce Back

I admire your bravery. I honestly do. IN FACT. It's so motherfucking courageous that I won't make this the instant death route. But that won't mean you get out unscathed.

The beast hits you with the force of something that you would compare extremely heavy and forceful things to. Not at all surprising, it's three metres tall, even while crouching. You feel a great pain in your head, and instinctively put your hand to it. You're bleeding vigorously. Holy fuck, that's gonna require some miracle fucking herbs to solve that. The beast roars, raising it's claws up to strike you down. It then pauses, something off to the side is making a ruckus, and irritating it. It's Malcolm. The beast hardly considers him, kicking him with it's hind quarters. Malcolm goes flying, landing a few metres away. But now you have an opportunity. What will you do?

Punch the big fucker - Dive between it's legs
THE DOOR

There appears to be nothing behind it, just the warm breeze of what appears to be... the countryside? You look around, you were right. You were in a stable. Grass, fields and trees surround you. You begin to panic. How did you end up here? There appears to be no towns or villages for miles, and definitely no cities. Do you decide to walk or run?

* Walk- Run
Erm...

You appear to have been transferred to a completely different place, with many gigantic trees. As you step forward, the grass seems squelchy, and somewhat uncomfortable. 'Where am I?' you wonder hopelessly to yourself. Well I'll tell you, you're in the the middle of NOWHERE. Literally, this is a completely different dimension, one that does not adhere to such mortal concepts as location.

* What!?
Wake.

You snap awake. For a startling moment, you feel like you're underwater. But then the colours return, and you're able to perceive reality like a normal human again.

Suddenly, you are jolted fully awake by a sound. A loud banging coming from downstairs. For a terrible moment, you think something is trying to break in. But then you realise, it's just the door.

You sit up. It is still dark outside, but now the wind seems to have turned into a storm, as rain streams outside your window. The door knocks again, and you hurriedly get up, running down the stairs, and into the main room. You reach out, turning the door handle, and open the door.

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The Big Stick

You find a big stick and give it to Emily. She holds it out, and starts prodding the surface of the water. Sure enough, it always gets stopped by something just below the water's surface. She starts poking closer and closer to the edge of the bank, before finally the stick is able to go properly underwater. You can't quite follow what she's doing, but once the stick is underwater, she angles it forward so that it's end should be in the middle of the river. She then hoists it up, and the two of you finally get a good look at the thing that was under the water.

...

Okay, what the fuck? You don't quite know what Emily just pulled out of the water. It's like... A carpet made of flesh? You see it's underside is covered with various organs, and there are eyes and mouths on it's top. The skin is kind of a dark shade of blue, and it looks like it's been flayed around the edges. Of course, this is all you can make out in the brief moment before it seems to melt and fall back into the water, leaving Emily just holding the stick out.

Neither of you say or do anything for a while. Emily stares into the space where the... thing... was. Eventually, she lowers the stick.

Emily: "Well..."

She's not able to think of anything to say. After a while longer, she reaches with the stick underwater and tries to lift the thing up again, and again it falls apart back into the water. Then, she starts walking down the side of the bank, prodding at the water for a while longer, before declaring:

Emily: "It keeps going."

She doesn't say anything else. Guess it's up to you to be decisive for once and suggest something.

Suggest trying to find out where it goes - Suggest walking away from the river bank
Tobias Oakenshawe

Tobias: "Ah."

That was the only answer he gave. Nothing more, nothing less. Then he spoke again.

Tobias: "What business do you have here?"

You: "None of yours."

Tobias: "It's dangerous here."

Then the man disappeared. his only remnant the scent of scent of liquor. You stared at the spot he was standing, shocked. Was he ever even there?

You realise how far behind you are from Emily. she was not going to wait for you. You run to catch up with here.

* Catch up
Telling him to fuck off

So after all that time of being alone, you just tell that guy to fuck off?

Alright then, but it's your own head.

The stranger seems slightly startled. He pauses and looks up for a moment, before his eyes widen.

He starts backing off. You wonder why he's doing that, so turn around.

Holy shit. A huge, red... Thing is further down the path, from the direction you came. It appears to be like some kind of lion, but way bigger. And more unnatural, as you see shapes pulsating beneath it's blood-coloured skin.

It's approaching. Fast. Not running, but closing in with alarming haste.

You turn, following the stranger's direction, as they have already started to run.

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Following her (Not creepy)

You quickly run after her using your worthless legs. She has already crossed the bridge, advancing into the forest on the opposite side. You try to stop her, grabbing her shoulder. Holy fuck. She gives you a death stare so intense that it should logically have incinerated you and the ground around you. To add to this, she also whips her gun out of her pocket and places it against your stomach. It is crystal clear to you that this woman has very little patience, and you really should not have pushed it. For your own safety, you should not push it any further.

- Push it further - Don't do anything
MORE. FUCKING. WALKING.

Why are there so many empty areas in this game? Whatever. You'll endure. Probably. Although considering your earlier performance, I wouldn't bet on it. Well, at the very least, your new travel buddy seems to be at least slightly tired, unlike Ellie.

Speaking of Ellie, where the hell did she go? Or rather, where did you go? You went away for a bit there. It was kind of distressing.

More importantly, Isaac seems to have stopped.

Isaac: "Hmm..."

Looking up at the darkening grey sky, he raises his hand for a moment.

Isaac: "Yep. Rain. Just our luck..."

As soon as he says that, you begin to feel the first few cold droplets. Oh fun. I suggest you start looking for some shelter quickly, or else run the risk of dealing of the agony of walking around the middle of nowhere while drenched.

- Do that
Incoherent Screaming

Why must you SCREAM?! Why so LOUD?! Completely unable to regulate your volume you start screaming and panicking. You flail as you try to get out of the water, but you keep slipping on whatever it is. You generally look like a buffoon. It's not until you feel a hand firmly grab you by the scruff of your neck, pick you up out of the river, and throw you onto the bank that your screaming finally dies down and starts being more coherent. Emily is standing in front of you on the bank, glaring down at the river. She's trying to focus, but you constantly wailing is not helping. Eventually, she's had enough.

Emily: "For the love of god, SHUT UP!"

You quiet down pretty quickly. If only you listened to me with the same haste then maybe you'd get some shit done. You remain sitting there for a short while Emily continues to glare at the thing in the water. You suppose she must've seen it in all your thrashing. She frowns and turns to you.

Emily: "Oi, get me a big stick."

You are terrified by what she intends to do with such a weapon, but you're in no position to be rebellious anymore.

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Going fast

Realising that you were running before you got here, you get to running again. You run. And I mean run. For a long time. But this field. Just. Doesn't. Fucking. End. By the time the sun starts to slip below the horizon, you finally give up and go at a slow pace. Good news is that you finally arrived at one of those hills. You decide to scale it. It's pretty tall, but you manage it with little trouble. Once you're at the top, you finally have a view of the surrounding area. The moon lights some of it, but the clouds hiding it make the light inconsistent at best.

Suddenly, you think you spot something. Peering into the mix of light and darkness, you think you see movement... A shape hurriedly shuffling across the plain below you. It's moving in a sort of dazed zig-zag.

Call to it - Hide
Show him the note

You quickly show him the note. He reads it for a moment, before nodding and putting it back on the table.

Emmerich: "Ah, yes. One of my previous clients. He found a dead body in his house, and asked for my help. That note I left was the results of my analysis."

You nod. His explanation makes sense, but you feel like there is more to the story...

Emmerich walks to the table, taking a seat. He gestures for you to sit down.

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A chat with Dr. Emmerich III

Emmerich nods curtly, and smiles reassuringly again.

Emmerich: "Thank you for your understanding."

He stands up briskly

Emmerich: "Well then, I won't take up any more of your time. You must be tired, so I ask that you please head to your bed."

You nod, turning and starting to walk up the stairs. You surprise yourself by how swiftly you manage to follow his instructions.

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The Adventure begins!

You wake up in a small room, filled with barrels and straw. 'Is is this a stable?' you think to yourself as you lie confused and disorientated. The whole building appears to be wooden and you spot that the wood is in fact disintegrating. You look around and you spot a door. Do you go to the door or carry on lying down?

* Go to the door- Stay lying down
Walking towards the figure

You begin to walk towards the figure. But you feel a strange presence behind you. The figure begins to wave its hands frantically. You turn around to see a gigantic beast running towards you! Running as fast as your legs can possibly take you, you trip over. The beast is just about to attack you but then you hear a loud bang. The figure, a young male, appears to have grabbed the beast by its jaws and has... flipped it over? You stare at him in great amounts of shock, as he looks back at you casually.

What the actual fuck?
Explanation Page

This page is really weird, because this wiki hasn't gotten that far yet. *UnlessyoucounttheScarletkingandthecreationbutshutupthosedontcount.*

But my lads are too stupid to remember all this information by themselves, so imma write it down.

### The Beginning

Long ago, there were two beings. One existed, and the other didn't. They hated each other and fought repeatedly, almost killing each other several times. Eventually, the one that existed split the one that didn't in half, then placed himself in the middle, preventing the latter from reforming. This was how there was the light, as well as the darkness above and below. Then, there was the three brothers, they made the tree of knowledge and the garden it was in. Then the tree created the multiverse, with all the various-dimensioned realms. Then there were the Outer Gods. They were really indifferent, except one of them, and he was this guy. So then everything was pretty miserable, because he's a massive prick.

### Apoptosese

Outer Gods are "multi-cellular", and sometimes they accidentally let one of these cells go drifting into the multiverse and into an unborn child. These children are then born and are really weird. Eventually, the Outer God will notice these children and will find a strange affinity for them, but will always eventually realise that they are their own Apoptosis and will kill them. The reason for this is that if left alive, an Apoptosis will eventually ascend (through fate powers) to become a Cell God with the power to render the Outer God it stems from as helpless through use of their abilities, leading to most Outer Gods killing their Apoptosese before they can mature. Typically, an Apoptosis will contradict it's host God, often holding completely different ideals and a different personality, as well as a contradicting desire known as a "Malignant Tumour".

### Yaldabaoth

Sit down kiddies, cos I'm about to spoil some shit. A while ago, Yaldabaoth was a God, and he was a massive dick. He ate smaller gods for fun and challenged equal gods to fights that devastated space-time for even more fun. By the way, a certain villain is his Apoptosis, and he taught mankind how to consume Gods and other animals. One time he had a fight with Mechane, and it didn't go well for him. I mean, he was winning, but then Mechane made a machine to seal him in, then broke the machine and scattered it's pieces among his 36 children, rendering Yaldabaoth essentially powerless. This made him understandably pissed, so he started fucking with reality so that he could return to the Garden of Eden, and then beat up Mechane. This reality-fucking would lead to this.
PlayStation 3

O **PlayStation 3** (originalmente comercializado como **PLAYSTATION 3**, e abreviado como **PS3**) é o terceiro console criado pela Sony, lançado no dia 11 de novembro de 2006 no Japão. O sucessor de PlayStation 3 é o PlayStation 4.

Uma característica importante que distingue o PlayStation 3 de seus antecessores é seu serviço unificado de jogos online, a Sony Entertainment Network, que contrasta com a antiga política da Sony de depender de desenvolvedores de jogos para jogar online.

## Relações com Littlebigplanet

*Littlebigplanet* e *Littlebigplanet 2* foram lançados exclusivamente para o Playstation 3, e *Littlebigplanet 3* foi lançado tanto para o Playsrtation 3 quanto para o Playstation 4.
Going to the Forest

As you step past a log on the ground, you realise that it's incredibly dark in there. Forests are normally shady places, but with the only real light in this place coming from the moon, it seems more like a walk into the abyss. You resolve to only go a little way in. Parking yourself on the dark side of a nearby tree, you try to get yourself as comfortable as you can to rest your painfully tired and groggy body.

(Sleep)