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  1. {
  2. "dataList": [
  3. {
  4. "id": 900011,
  5. "name": "",
  6. "subDesc": "",
  7. "desc": "In an empty space,\nyou find a lone vending machine.\n\nWhere does it get its power…?\n\nBesides that, what’s with this sound of crashing waves?\n\nRegardless, this vacant lot looks to be a good place\nfor your Sinners to take a break.\n\nStanding in front of the vending machine, you see rows of buttons.",
  8. "options": [
  9. {
  10. "message": "Press one.",
  11. "result": [
  12. "With just a single press,\nthe machine ejected one can after another.\n\nAll the cans are purple.\n\nYou can’t fathom the meaning of the ships and grapes doodled on them,\nbut they somehow feel familiar, and well… cheery.\n\nThey should be okay to drink.\n\nYou passed the cans out to the Sinners."
  13. ]
  14. }
  15. ]
  16. },
  17. {
  18. "id": 900012,
  19. "name": "",
  20. "subDesc": "",
  21. "desc": "In an empty space,\nyou find a lone vending machine.\n\nWhere does it get its power…?\n\nBesides that, what’s with this sound of crashing waves?\n\nRegardless, this vacant lot looks to be a good place\nfor your Sinners to take a break.\n\nStanding in front of the vending machine, you see rows of buttons.",
  22. "options": [
  23. {
  24. "message": "Press one.",
  25. "result": [
  26. "With just a single press,\nthe machine ejected one can after another.\n\nAll the cans are purple.\n\nYou can’t fathom the meaning of the ships and grapes doodled on them,\nbut they somehow feel familiar, and well… cheery.\n\nThey should be okay to drink.\n\nYou passed the cans out to the Sinners."
  27. ]
  28. }
  29. ]
  30. },
  31. {
  32. "id": 900013,
  33. "name": "",
  34. "subDesc": "",
  35. "desc": "In an empty space,\nyou find a lone vending machine.\n\nWhere does it get its power…?\n\nBesides that, what’s with this sound of crashing waves?\n\nRegardless, this vacant lot looks to be a good place\nfor your Sinners to take a break.\n\nStanding in front of the vending machine, you see rows of buttons.",
  36. "options": [
  37. {
  38. "message": "Press one.",
  39. "result": [
  40. "With just a single press,\nthe machine ejected one can after another.\n\nAll the cans are purple.\n\nYou can’t fathom the meaning of the ships and grapes doodled on them,\nbut they somehow feel familiar, and well… cheery.\n\nThey should be okay to drink.\n\nYou passed the cans out to the Sinners."
  41. ]
  42. }
  43. ]
  44. },
  45. {
  46. "id": 900021,
  47. "name": "",
  48. "subDesc": "",
  49. "desc": "Up ahead, you see some sort of ray of light.\n\nLooking closely, there are numerous tall mirrors.\nThey all face each other.\n\nWhile examining them,\nyou feel the need to stand before the mirrors.\n\nThe room, wall-to-wall with reflections, is quiet and chilly.",
  50. "options": [
  51. {
  52. "message": "Stand in front of one.",
  53. "result": [
  54. "You seem to have lost consciousness.\n\nWhen you came to your senses,\nyou found yourself in a dreamscape of infinite selves.\n\nThere, you encountered those placed between limitless possibilities beyond the mirrors."
  55. ]
  56. }
  57. ]
  58. },
  59. {
  60. "id": 900031,
  61. "name": "",
  62. "subDesc": "",
  63. "desc": "The machine seemed to be well-maintained.\nNot a single speck of dirt rested on its surface.\n\n[Please select an ampule and go atop the table.]\n\nThose were the instructions on the display next to it.\n\nBehind that display, you see ampules containing\nliquids of various colors, like red, green, and white.\n\nYou carefully get on the cold operating table.",
  64. "options": [
  65. {
  66. "message": "Choose an ampule.",
  67. "result": [
  68. "[Confirmed choice of ampule.]\n\nA foreboding mechanical arm suddenly began to move,\ntaking out your selection and plugging it into another machine.\n\n[The pain is temporary.]\n\nThe arm swung wildly,\njabbing a large needle into the Sinner.\n\n[Noise over 90 dB detected.\nMore than 30 minutes of exposure\nmay permanently damage eardrums.]\n\nThe display plainly warned,\nbut that obviously didn’t help palliate the scream."
  69. ]
  70. }
  71. ]
  72. },
  73. {
  74. "id": 901001,
  75. "name": "",
  76. "subDesc": "",
  77. "desc": "Orange circles float in the air before your eyes.\nThe lights flutter and dance in the air, creating a haze.\n\nSomething is burning to death within.\nWould you be scorched as well if the flames touched you?",
  78. "options": [
  79. {
  80. "message": "Reach out.",
  81. "result": [
  82. "Enchanted by the haze, you extend a finger,\nwaiting for one of the lights to land.\n\nA glimmering ball gently perches on your digit.\nThen, a fire engulfs it.\n\nAnother glow attaches to your body, then four, then eight.\nThey multiply until you have been entirely shrouded in light."
  83. ]
  84. },
  85. {
  86. "message": "Turn around.",
  87. "result": [
  88. "Resisting the temptation to reach out,\nyou decide it’s better to stay away from such dubious warmth.\n\nYou feel a cold wave crawl up your spine in an instant, but it may be the right choice.\n\nEven children know not to play with fire."
  89. ]
  90. }
  91. ]
  92. },
  93. {
  94. "id": 901002,
  95. "name": "",
  96. "subDesc": "",
  97. "desc": "Blood pours from above; the land of gold lies beyond.\nThe spiral ahead loudly screeches.\n\nIt must have reached this depth after burrowing and burrowing.\nAlthough it has no eyes, it creaks to face you.",
  98. "options": [
  99. {
  100. "message": "Keep looking.",
  101. "result": [
  102. "You continue to stare at its peculiar movements with yearning eyes.\nIt feels as though spirals of spikes are digging into your head.\n\nFrom the excavated brain, geysers of hatred and contempt erupt.\nIt’s as if those feelings were inside you all along."
  103. ]
  104. },
  105. {
  106. "message": "Avert your eyes.",
  107. "result": [
  108. ""
  109. ]
  110. }
  111. ]
  112. },
  113. {
  114. "id": 901003,
  115. "name": "",
  116. "desc": "A cry rings out in the ashen wilderness.\nFrom the distance, an undulating wall of fog rises.\n\nIts shape resembles a human.\nYet, it could be a spirit or a ghost taken form.\n\nIts mouth, agape as if crying in despair, is completely dark.",
  117. "options": [
  118. {
  119. "message": "Walk into the mist.",
  120. "result": [
  121. ""
  122. ]
  123. },
  124. {
  125. "message": "Look the mist in the eye.",
  126. "result": [
  127. ""
  128. ]
  129. }
  130. ]
  131. },
  132. {
  133. "id": 901004,
  134. "name": "",
  135. "subDesc": "",
  136. "desc": "It gives blood to those who need it.\nThe only blood it has to give is its own.\n\nEven those who don’t need a transfusion\nare bled dry with scissors, forced to accept.\n\nThus, its road is filled with receivers that need blood.",
  137. "options": [
  138. {
  139. "message": "Accept blood.",
  140. "result": [
  141. "It plucked a blood bag and handed it to us.\n\nSeeing us accept it,\nit quickly hung an empty one in its place.\n\nThe bag fills with blood at an uncanny pace.\n\nHaving fulfilled its duty, it strolled past us."
  142. ]
  143. },
  144. {
  145. "message": "Donate blood.",
  146. "result": [
  147. "Its endless donation of blood\nwas a pitiful sight.\n\nWe decided to share some of our own.\n\nGIGIGIH.\nWhen we expressed our willingness to donate,\nit cried as if to signal its displeasure.\n\nThen, it raised a pair of scissors,\nchopping off the arm of the one who volunteered their blood.\n\nGIGIGIH.\nThen, it pulled out one of the tubes connected to its body,\nplugging it into the cut wound.\n\nAn arm soon grew back.\nThe spilled blood stayed on the floor."
  148. ]
  149. }
  150. ]
  151. },
  152. {
  153. "id": 901005,
  154. "name": "",
  155. "subDesc": "",
  156. "desc": "A wail fills the forest.\nYou can’t help but wonder what it’s so sorrowful for.\n\nThere’s a coffin in the middle of the woods.\nIt has been tied with multiple cords and ropes,\nin what appears to be a desperate attempt to keep its contents from escaping.\n\nHowever, the coffin continues to rumble and creak.",
  157. "options": [
  158. {
  159. "message": "Open the coffin.",
  160. "result": [
  161. ""
  162. ]
  163. },
  164. {
  165. "message": "Leave it be.",
  166. "result": [
  167. ""
  168. ]
  169. }
  170. ]
  171. },
  172. {
  173. "id": 901006,
  174. "name": "",
  175. "subDesc": "",
  176. "desc": "“Who are you, and what brings you here?”\n\nA piece of paper rustles.\n\n“Well, you came just at the right time for me;\nI’ve urgent business that needs doing.\nWon’t you take the job?”\n\nIt held out another piece of paper with lousy letters written on it.\nUnfortunately, you can’t make sense of these lines and dots.\n\n“How’s about it? You up for it?”",
  177. "options": [
  178. {
  179. "message": "Nod.",
  180. "result": [
  181. ""
  182. ]
  183. },
  184. {
  185. "message": "Shake your head.",
  186. "result": [
  187. ""
  188. ]
  189. }
  190. ]
  191. },
  192. {
  193. "id": 901007,
  194. "name": "",
  195. "subDesc": "",
  196. "desc": "“Look at those butterflies! Aren’t they just beautiful?”\n\n“And gander at that sunset, too!\nReally makes you want to go for a stroll.”\n\n“Why don’t you stop for a moment\nand take a breather here?”\n\nSomething yellow gestures warmly at you.",
  197. "options": [
  198. {
  199. "message": "Take a break.",
  200. "result": [
  201. "“Wasn’t it tiring coming all the way here?”\n\n“Really, check out those butterflies.\nJust watching them will warm your heart.”\n\nYou looked at the butterflies as the voice suggested.\nThey indeed fill the heart with a certain warmth.\n\n“Looks like some of them want to tag along!”\n\nA kaleidoscope of butterflies started following you,\neven after you left that scenic spot."
  202. ]
  203. },
  204. {
  205. "message": "Ignore it and leave.",
  206. "result": [
  207. "“You must be very busy then!”\n\nIt made the same gesture as when it first greeted us.\nPerhaps it was waving goodbye all along.\n\n“Another time, I suppose!”"
  208. ]
  209. }
  210. ]
  211. },
  212. {
  213. "id": 901008,
  214. "name": "",
  215. "subDesc": "",
  216. "desc": "A teddy bear suffers from having nails lodged into its body.\n\nThe bloodstains decorating it\nare a telling sign of all the time it spent in pain.\n\nThe holes where its eyes should be are empty.\nNothing but dry red marks remain inside.\n\nIn spite of that, it stands with its arms wide,\nendeavoring to fulfill its duty of giving hugs.",
  217. "options": [
  218. {
  219. "message": "Remove the nails.",
  220. "result": [
  221. ""
  222. ]
  223. },
  224. {
  225. "message": "Bandage its wounds.",
  226. "result": [
  227. "You applied bandages\nto the holes in its chest.\n\nBlood leaks and saturates them.\nThe wound still seems sore.\n\nYou gave it some extra dressing,\nmaking sure that it’ll last a good while."
  228. ]
  229. }
  230. ]
  231. },
  232. {
  233. "id": 901009,
  234. "name": "",
  235. "subDesc": "",
  236. "desc": "Candles quietly burn away.\nScribbling sounds are all that fill the air.\n\nA trio of eyes takes turns glaring\ninto a grand tome, bound in skin.\n\nYou can’t tell what it’s referencing,\nor if there is any deliberation in its writing;\nhands are busy nonetheless.\n\nYearning for destruction and doom,\nit writes and writes and writes.\n\nYou feel the passages it’s writing may be prophecies for someplace and sometime.",
  237. "options": [
  238. {
  239. "message": "Snuff out the candles.",
  240. "result": [
  241. "You hushed the candles, one by one.\n\nThe space grew darker,\nbut its hands won’t stop.\n\nThe only light left\nwas on the quill it held.\n\nEven that was snuffed by our breaths.\n\nThen, the whole place went dark.\n\nAll that’s left\nis the pen in its hand."
  242. ]
  243. },
  244. {
  245. "message": "Peek at the book.",
  246. "result": [
  247. "!@)(!@&)&*%(%@!@#*(#)*(%&!@#$\n\n@$*@)$ ?\n@#$!!@#* !\n@*()!%&$(^!!!!@&(@)"
  248. ]
  249. }
  250. ]
  251. },
  252. {
  253. "id": 901010,
  254. "name": "",
  255. "subDesc": "",
  256. "desc": "A bell occasionally tolls in the red room.\nIt’s a heavy, subduing sound.\n\nThe statue is chanting something.\nYou’re unable to recognize its words.\n\nBut, you feel that whatever it is,\nis not a joyous thing.\n\nThere’s a brass ring on the statue’s finger.",
  257. "options": [
  258. {
  259. "message": "Listen closer.",
  260. "result": [
  261. "You close your eyes and focus on the sound.\nWhat is it saying?\n\nThis thing is uttering thoughts.\n\nEmpty oneself by verbalizing one’s thoughts.\nExpel everything within so that nothing remains.\n\nThat is the statue’s way of forgetting the self.\n\nYou sense yourself disappearing as well.",
  262. "You close your eyes and focus on the sound.\nYou are able to pay closer attention to what it is saying.\n\nIt is uttering its thoughts in the form of a mantra.\n\nIt is emptying itself by verbalizing its thoughts.\n\nIn that case, you will absorb its teachings.\n\nFill yourself with the sermon it has gouged out.\n\nWhile it has forgotten itself, you gain a clearer sense of self."
  263. ]
  264. },
  265. {
  266. "message": "Take the brass ring.",
  267. "result": [
  268. ""
  269. ]
  270. }
  271. ]
  272. },
  273. {
  274. "id": 901011,
  275. "name": "",
  276. "subDesc": "Take the brass ring.",
  277. "desc": "An alleyway garbage dump.\nIts atmosphere is stuffy and unpleasant thanks to the humidity from the rain.\n\nA pile of old and torn umbrellas sits in a corner.\n\nThe umbrellas jiggled.\nLooking closer, there’s a large fox underneath.\n\nThe umbrellas’ rusted iron blades have firmly rooted themselves in its back.",
  278. "options": [
  279. {
  280. "message": "Pull out the umbrellas.",
  281. "result": [
  282. "Those umbrellas seem to be causing it pain.\n\nWhen you pull them out with force, bits of its flesh come off with them.\n\nThe fox yelped sharply and gave us a glare.\n\nThen, it smacked you with the umbrella in its mouth.\n\nIt seemed to reprimand your attitude of pursuing resolution without forethought."
  283. ]
  284. },
  285. {
  286. "message": "Pet the fox.",
  287. "result": []
  288. }
  289. ]
  290. },
  291. {
  292. "id": 901013,
  293. "name": "",
  294. "subDesc": "",
  295. "desc": "You hear the quiet flickering of candles.\nIn this cramped room, you find a wooden doll, standing.\n\nAre the talismans filling the room for a wish?\n\nDoes this wooden doll wish for anything?",
  296. "options": [
  297. {
  298. "message": "Remove the doll’s talisman.",
  299. "result": [
  300. "After you removed it, the doll knelt.\n\nIs it begging you not to take it,\nor is it a gesture of gratitude?\n\nYou won’t know for now."
  301. ]
  302. },
  303. {
  304. "message": "Remove the wall talismans."
  305. }
  306. ]
  307. },
  308. {
  309. "id": 90101302,
  310. "name": "",
  311. "subDesc": "",
  312. "desc": "",
  313. "options": [
  314. {
  315. "message": "Continue.",
  316. "result": [
  317. "You followed the urge\nto remove every talisman from the room.\n\nAs you did, the candles lit up one by one…\n\nUntil the room was filled\nwith a pale brightness.\n\nThe wooden doll at the center\nseemed to be liberated from a binding force.\n\nIt walked to you,\noffering an object."
  318. ]
  319. },
  320. {
  321. "message": "Stop.",
  322. "result": [
  323. "Nothing happened.\nThe doll would simply stand there, producing small noises.\n\nThe talismans in hand have turned into sticky blood,\nslipping between your fingers."
  324. ]
  325. }
  326. ]
  327. },
  328. {
  329. "id": 901014,
  330. "name": "",
  331. "subDesc": "",
  332. "desc": "A pained moan echoes across the heat.\nIt’s hard to tell if it comes from a beast or a human.\n\nA sizzle spreads into the air\nalong with the smell of burning flesh.\n\n“Please! I need water!\nWon’t someone give me water to drink?”",
  333. "options": [
  334. {
  335. "message": "Give water.",
  336. "result": [
  337. "You pour some water into the mouth,\nonly for it to immediately burst into steam.\n\nIts scorching body won’t allow a single drop in.\n\nWhether from the pain inflicted by scalds,\nor the frustration of unquenched thirst,\nthe bull is thrown into a rampage, ramming into walls.\n\nWe are not spared from its wrathful charge."
  338. ]
  339. },
  340. {
  341. "message": "Don’t give water.",
  342. "result": [
  343. "Unable to even lift its body,\nthe bull lets out a great bellow.\n\nIt is a sorrowful wail that brings a tear to your eye.\n\nA deep, mournful cry rang through the air for a long time."
  344. ]
  345. }
  346. ]
  347. },
  348. {
  349. "id": 901016,
  350. "name": "",
  351. "subDesc": "",
  352. "desc": "The cavern is full of smells, good and bad.\n\n“Been a while since I had visitors! I oughta give you a right treat.”\n\n“Plum outta luck for eatery, I’ve already had all the food.”\n\n“Straight as you can see, this glass o’ fairy wine is all I have.”\n\n“Would ya care for a drink?”\n\nA thick, slimy hand makes its offer.",
  353. "options": [
  354. {
  355. "message": "Nod.",
  356. "result": [
  357. "The glass smells awful.\nIt stinks like a moldy shoe\nsprayed with some flowery air freshener.\n\nThe limbs of fairies float in the liquid.\n\n“Help yourself!”"
  358. ]
  359. },
  360. {
  361. "message": "Shake your head.",
  362. "result": [
  363. "You turn down the possibly cordial offer.\n\n“Really now? No need to hold back.”\n\nThe green blob swallowed down the contents in one gulp,\nnot bothering to ask you twice.\n\n“Well, can’t have a visitor leave empty-handed.\nWhy don’tcha take this glass at the very least?”\n\nLooking into it,\nyou still find the green substance inside.\n\nThere’s no way at all to tell what it drank."
  364. ]
  365. }
  366. ]
  367. },
  368. {
  369. "id": 90101601,
  370. "name": "",
  371. "subDesc": "",
  372. "desc": "",
  373. "options": [
  374. {
  375. "message": "Share it with everyone.",
  376. "result": [
  377. "The glass is rather large for just one person.\n\nYou decide to share it with everyone,\nand slowly sip your portion.\n\nAn unpleasant texture tingled your throat,\nbut it was surprisingly tasty otherwise."
  378. ]
  379. },
  380. {
  381. "message": "Let one person drink it all.",
  382. "result": [
  383. "You had the thirstiest one drink it all.\n\nIt apparently tastes pretty good,\nbut they kept heaving.\n\nThere’s an odd, bothering feeling in their throat.\nThey also complained that the bits of fairy flesh are bitter.\n\nTheir thirst was quenched,\nbut it might have only been replaced with another problem."
  384. ]
  385. }
  386. ]
  387. },
  388. {
  389. "id": 901017,
  390. "name": "",
  391. "subDesc": "",
  392. "desc": "It records right and wrong.\nIts job is to record the judgement of the one above.\n\nIt does not assess what it writes.\nTo lay down judgement is not a secretary’s role.\n\nThe scribe silently presented an emerald tablet.",
  393. "options": [
  394. {
  395. "message": "Read the tablet."
  396. },
  397. {
  398. "message": "Scrape out the letters.",
  399. "result": [
  400. "You use a sharp implement to scrape out the letters.\nIt stood still, giving no response.\n\nIt seems to accept your judgement as valid.\n\nAt one point, the tablet began to break,\nand eventually crumbled into dust."
  401. ]
  402. }
  403. ]
  404. },
  405. {
  406. "id": 901018,
  407. "name": "",
  408. "subDesc": "",
  409. "desc": "What does this signboard say?\nIt hangs itself on a tree, trying to make its content known.\n\nIts desperation is almost pitiable.",
  410. "options": [
  411. {
  412. "message": "Pick a rose."
  413. },
  414. {
  415. "message": "Unravel the brambles.",
  416. "result": [
  417. "As you try to untangle the vines,\nsallow bits of flesh fall off.\n\nThe thorny brambles you thought were a source of constricting pain\nironically had been keeping the body together.\n\nThe body writhes as its flesh falls apart.\nBlossoms of flowers sprawled on the ground substitute its screams."
  418. ]
  419. }
  420. ]
  421. },
  422. {
  423. "id": 901019,
  424. "name": "",
  425. "subDesc": "",
  426. "desc": "The barren mudflat reeks of salt and rot.\nWhat little jade-colored seawater is left there\ndoesn’t seem to have anything inside.\n\nA giant clam walks before you.\nWith each step it takes, it sprays a fetid green muck.\n\nIs the clam the source of the contamination,\nor is it working to contain the filth?",
  427. "options": [
  428. {
  429. "message": "Sample the green substance."
  430. },
  431. {
  432. "message": "Approach it.",
  433. "result": [
  434. "You wade through the virescence.\n\nWith each step, the foul mud\nbrings terrible pain to one’s feet.\n\nYou can no longer move forward.\n\nBesides struggling to wade through,\nyou worry that your legs might slough off if you go farther.\n\nWhile you were hesitating,\nthe clam walked off into the distance."
  435. ]
  436. }
  437. ]
  438. },
  439. {
  440. "id": 901020,
  441. "name": "",
  442. "subDesc": "",
  443. "desc": "A field of white, yet somehow dark flowers is ahead.\nThe sky is red, the air windy and bleak.\n\nOne giant flower flutters amidst the field.\n\nIt resembles a person waving from afar.",
  444. "options": [
  445. {
  446. "message": "Approach it."
  447. },
  448. {
  449. "message": "Wave back.",
  450. "result": [
  451. "You wave out of nostalgia.\n\nIn an instant, all the flowers went awash with red,\nsimultaneously turning to face you.\n\nAfter staring into us for a little while,\ntheir red petals flew at us.\n\nIt was like a punishment for making a half-hearted gesture."
  452. ]
  453. }
  454. ]
  455. },
  456. {
  457. "id": 901021,
  458. "name": "",
  459. "subDesc": "",
  460. "desc": "You see a poor passenger, stranded between dimensions.\nMost will never realize that this person ever disappeared.\n\nWell, the transport company would know,\nbut they’ll simply pretend that the passenger never existed.\n\nLost and abandoned, tossed out like trash,\nhaving no place left in the City.",
  461. "options": [
  462. {
  463. "message": "Point the direction it should go."
  464. },
  465. {
  466. "message": "Stand still.",
  467. "result": [
  468. "It idly stared in our direction.\n\nThen, it began shambling for us, realizing something.\n\nAs it drew closer, you were able to identify\nthat the being was a company employee, not a passenger.\n\nThe ID card on its chest gave it away.\n\nThis stranded employee was approaching us,\npreparing to go through the motions."
  469. ]
  470. }
  471. ]
  472. },
  473. {
  474. "id": 901022,
  475. "name": "",
  476. "subDesc": "",
  477. "desc": "Sometimes, the mind wanders.\n\nWhere does such a mind end up?\n\nIf it had a physical destination,\nthen it must look like this.\n\nAn empty, humanlike statue\nis where that mind would decide to settle.\n\nNow, it extends its arms, trying to grab at anything.",
  478. "options": [
  479. {
  480. "message": "Reach out to grab its hand.",
  481. "result": [
  482. "You tried to hold its hand,\nbut you couldn’t touch it.\n\nIt was an illusion—something that shouldn’t be—made visible.\n\nIt retracted its arm,\nas if it understood as well…\n\nThen, it broke itself,\nturning into a small statue."
  483. ]
  484. },
  485. {
  486. "message": "Refuse it."
  487. }
  488. ]
  489. },
  490. {
  491. "id": 901023,
  492. "name": "",
  493. "subDesc": "",
  494. "desc": "A resentful tree stands among a desolate plain.\n\nThe place has an air of umbrage.\nSomething feels discordant about the sky.\n\nYou note one twig growing out of the tree like an arm.\n\nThough the tree is unmoving, it seems to want something.",
  495. "options": [
  496. {
  497. "message": "Sprinkle water.",
  498. "result": [
  499. "You sprinkled water around the tree.\n\nIt soon boiled away,\nas it would on a cast-iron skillet.\n\nYou don’t see any change in the tree.\n\nMaybe the twig has become livelier?\nNo matter how you look at it, it’s rather hard to tell."
  500. ]
  501. },
  502. {
  503. "message": "Snap the twig.",
  504. "result": [
  505. "You snapped the arm-like twig that had been bothering you.\n\nA cacophony of dreadful screams struck your ears.\n\nYou noticed that the screams were coming from the twig.\n\nAs much as it creeps you out, you get a strong feeling\nthat you will suffer terrible consequences if you throw it away."
  506. ]
  507. }
  508. ]
  509. },
  510. {
  511. "id": 90102301,
  512. "name": "",
  513. "subDesc": "",
  514. "desc": "",
  515. "options": [
  516. {
  517. "message": "Give it more water.",
  518. "result": [
  519. "With another go and look around,\nthe tree appeared more alive than you first thought.\n\nThe foreboding aura disappeared at some point, too.\n\nCould you really have quenched its age-long thirst?\nThe twig rustled and came to you.\n\nIt gave you a handful of gifts\nas a token of its gratitude.",
  520. "You try pouring more water,\nbut it still vaporizes in an instant.\n\nMaybe it’s started to absorb less?\nAnother close look still shows no changes."
  521. ]
  522. },
  523. {
  524. "message": "Snap the twig.",
  525. "result": [
  526. "You snapped the arm-like twig that had been bothering you.\n\nA cacophony of dreadful screams struck your ears.\n\nYou noticed that the screams were coming from the twig.\n\nAs much as it creeps you out, you get a strong feeling\nthat you will suffer terrible consequences if you throw it away."
  527. ]
  528. }
  529. ]
  530. },
  531. {
  532. "id": 901024,
  533. "name": "",
  534. "subDesc": "",
  535. "desc": "“Croohoo, croohoo, croohoo.”\nA giant toad cries inside a cave.\n\nPatches of dark blue resin cover the cave.\n\nThis resin is like gloom.\nA sap of gloom, not quite like tears or sadness.\n\nThe toad holds this resin.",
  536. "options": [
  537. {
  538. "message": "Mimic the cry.",
  539. "result": [
  540. "“Cruh-huh, croohoo.”\nThe toad makes a different noise as if to answer.\n\nIt sounds like an affirmative reply.\n\nIt extracts its long blue tongue,\nsnatching a person from our group.\n\nSometime later, they walked back out of its mouth.\n\nThey seemed drenched…\nin moisture, or gloom.",
  541. "“Croohic, croohoo.”\nThe toad’s cry is dull and heavy.\n\nIt doesn’t seem to have understood what it heard.\n\nAfter crying like that a few more times,\nit hopped away from its spot.\n\nAll that’s left is the sticky blue resin."
  542. ]
  543. },
  544. {
  545. "message": "Sit and wait.",
  546. "result": [
  547. "An indeterminate amount of time passes.\n\nAs you waited for the toad to finish its cries,\nit gazed into us, closing and opening its eyelids slowly.\n\nWith a quick, slick sound,\na long blue tongue\npopped out towards us.\n\nAn eyeball belonging to the toad\nwas on its tongue.\n\nWhen we picked it up,\nit blinked its other eye at us\nbefore going on its way.\n\nWas that its thanks for lending an ear?"
  548. ]
  549. }
  550. ]
  551. },
  552. {
  553. "id": 901025,
  554. "name": "",
  555. "subDesc": "",
  556. "desc": "A person stands in the square.\n\nThey look this way, waving an arm.\n\nThe cavity in their head may be an eye,\nor a bullet hole.\n\nIf it is, it must have been the work\nof the revolver in their hand.\n\nThat person points the gun at you.",
  557. "options": [
  558. {
  559. "message": "Approach them.",
  560. "result": [
  561. "You don’t fear the pointed gun.\n\nEven if they were to pull the trigger…\n\nIt doesn’t matter how many times the hammer strikes.\n\nYou know the bullet will hit that person’s head.\n\nIn the blink of an eye,\nthe gun aimed at their own temple,\nand soon fired.\n\nThe person was gone,\nleaving an ashen coat on the floor."
  562. ]
  563. },
  564. {
  565. "message": "Duck and cover.",
  566. "result": [
  567. "Oncoming fortune will slip past if you avoid it.\n\nMisfortune you thought to avoid will come back to bite you.\n\nAlthough the gun was pointed at their head,\nthe bullet came your way."
  568. ]
  569. }
  570. ]
  571. },
  572. {
  573. "id": 901026,
  574. "name": "",
  575. "subDesc": "",
  576. "desc": "A cluster of eyes looks this way.\nThe thing in the middle has the appearance of a tree branch, but it is human.\n\nHeaven sometimes burrows;\nother times, it makes a home in the heart.\n\nOnce taken root, that heaven\nwill only be visible through the eyes of others.",
  577. "options": [
  578. {
  579. "message": "Close your eyes.",
  580. "result": [
  581. "Even with one’s eyes closed, heaven is there.\n\nAs long as heaven is lodged in,\nthere is no way to avert your gaze\nfrom what you wish not to see.\n\nMeaning, you may only see\nwhat it wants you to see.\n\nEven though one’s eyes were closed,\none’s sight remained open.\n\nIt will be forever impossible to close."
  582. ]
  583. },
  584. {
  585. "message": "Return the gaze.",
  586. "result": [
  587. "You stare into it without blinking.\n\nIts eyes won’t so much as flinch.\n\nThose eyes don’t care if the host twitches in pain.\n\nYou are not what the eyes are looking at.\n\nIt must be heaven somewhere behind me."
  588. ]
  589. }
  590. ]
  591. },
  592. {
  593. "id": 901027,
  594. "name": "",
  595. "subDesc": "",
  596. "desc": "Oh, how blue this is.\n\nThe pure hue of blue\nallows nothing to approach.\n\nWhen you try to go near, your body is pushed away.\nAnd yet, it is so, so blue.\n\nYou wish to have that color.\n\nThe irresistible allure\nis almost tearing you apart.",
  597. "options": [
  598. {
  599. "message": "Forward.",
  600. "result": [
  601. "Blue.\n\nIt’s blue.\n\nWe’re blue.\n\nI’m blue too.\n\nDEEPYETFAINTGLOOMYYETMERRYFRIGIDYET\nWARMSHARPYETSOFTCOOLYETSWELTERING"
  602. ]
  603. },
  604. {
  605. "message": "Backward.",
  606. "result": [
  607. "Alas, we are but impurities.\n\nTo be truly blue,\nthe one with the true blue\nmust be left alone in one’s blueness.\n\nWe were bounced off.\n\nA strange, uplifting aura\nshrouded us."
  608. ]
  609. },
  610. {
  611. "message": "Take your leave.",
  612. "result": [
  613. "You gathered your wits and turned away.\n\nYou mustn’t fall for its temptation.\n\nYou will keep your eyes away from it,\nand forget that you ever saw such a thing."
  614. ]
  615. }
  616. ]
  617. },
  618. {
  619. "id": 901028,
  620. "name": "",
  621. "subDesc": "",
  622. "desc": "It’s a spider’s nest made of thorny vines\nand filled with flowers, perhaps once used for celebration.\n\nThe buds appear to be filled with someone’s blood.\nThe bride and groom crawl between them.\n\nAs they scuttle around,\nblood seeps out of their hands and feet.\n\nIt appears that they change sides\nbefore the bottom one loses too much blood.",
  623. "options": [
  624. {
  625. "message": "Pick a flower.",
  626. "result": [
  627. "When you plucked a blood-soaked flower, it expressed joy.\n\nThose congratulatory flowers\nmay be acting as a curse now,\npreventing them from leaving the nest.\n\nThose flowers were not planted or raised by the couple.\n\nThe petals were feeding on\nsomeone’s naïveté."
  628. ]
  629. },
  630. {
  631. "message": "Remove the brambles.",
  632. "result": [
  633. "When you tore out a vine, it screamed.\n\nAs much as it hurts them, it’s still their home.\n\nThose who ruin it will be detested.\n\nIt may not be wise to approach the ache so rashly.",
  634. "You tried to remove the vines,\nbut they were tougher than they seemed.\n\nAfter a few tugs pass,\nyou only have scratches on your palms.\n\nThey were quietly watching the affair.\n\nThey looked both upset,\nor afraid in some way."
  635. ]
  636. }
  637. ]
  638. },
  639. {
  640. "id": 901031,
  641. "name": "",
  642. "subDesc": "",
  643. "desc": "It carries heavy objects without a word.\n\nAs it does its work,\nthe number on the electronic display seems to update.\n\nMachines exist for a purpose.\nYou feel like you should give it an order.",
  644. "options": [
  645. {
  646. "message": "Order it to carry luggage."
  647. },
  648. {
  649. "message": "Order it to do nothing.",
  650. "result": [
  651. "A purposeless machine is bound to lose\nthe meaning of its existence, even if it is functional.\n\nA machine whose purpose is to do nothing\nwill do whatever it takes to achieve its directive.\n\nWith a loud boiling noise,\nthe machine’s body begins to heat, expelling hot steam.\n\nSeeing it glow a dangerous-looking hue,\nwe quickly escaped the room."
  652. ]
  653. }
  654. ]
  655. },
  656. {
  657. "id": 901032,
  658. "name": "",
  659. "subDesc": "",
  660. "desc": "It’s a dark cityscape,\nbut the buildings are well-lit.\n\nIt appears that they are powered\nby the massive buzzing cloud at the center.\n\nThe cloud has a head and two pairs of legs.\nIt resembles a sheep.\n\nThe “electric sheep” seems to be in pain.\nIs it being siphoned of its power?",
  661. "options": [
  662. {
  663. "message": "Cut the cables.",
  664. "result": [
  665. "The buildings blacked out in an instant.\n\nThe electric sheep dashed off into the distance, propelling a thunderous cry.\n\nIn the unlit town,\nweeps of the lightless fill the air.\n\nA tiny object rests where the electric sheep once was."
  666. ]
  667. },
  668. {
  669. "message": "Plug another cable into the electric sheep.",
  670. "result": [
  671. "The electric sheep bleats and screams.\n\nAs its distressed screech shakes the air,\nflashes of light hit the eyes.\n\nThe buildings are lit brighter than ever.\n\nSoon, the light from the creature’s cloud dimmed.\n\nCould it be dreaming?\n\nThe sheep appeared to have closed its eyes after it fell silent."
  672. ]
  673. }
  674. ]
  675. },
  676. {
  677. "id": 901033,
  678. "name": "",
  679. "subDesc": "",
  680. "desc": "“This centipede is capable of discharging a high voltage.”\n\nThat’s what the sign attached to the tank says.\n\nIs this an aquarium, or a laboratory?\n\nThe segments of the creature spark each time they move,\nsuggesting faulty connections.\n\nThere are two buttons at the tank.\n\nOne is shaped like a thunderbolt, while the other looks like a waterdrop.",
  681. "options": [
  682. {
  683. "message": "Press the lighting-shaped button.",
  684. "result": [
  685. "“Apply stimulation and pain to the centipede\nto increase the discharge intensity.”\n\nSo writes a message above the buttons.\n\nThat seems to be what this one does.\n\nWhen you pressed it, a mechanical sound played for a short while.\n\nAn item that resembles a battery casing\ndropped through the chute below. \n\nThe centipede isn’t moving."
  686. ]
  687. },
  688. {
  689. "message": "Press the droplet-shaped button."
  690. }
  691. ]
  692. },
  693. {
  694. "id": 901034,
  695. "name": "",
  696. "subDesc": "",
  697. "desc": "This dark place might be a factory.\n\nA sharp mechanical noise zips through the air.\nIlluminating eyes are fixed on you.\n\nA robot slowly approaches.\n\nIt appears to be incomplete, as suggested by the bare wires protruding with each movement.\n\nIs that leakage antifreeze, or blood?\n\nWhile you were wondering, the terminal on its chest flashed to life.\n\nLooks like you can write something.",
  698. "options": [
  699. {
  700. "message": "Write [Hello].",
  701. "result": [
  702. "The robot lifts both arms with some struggle.\n\nThe terminal prints out its words:\n\n<Welcome, Dear Guest. Have you enjoyed the town tour?\nWe’d like you to have a souvenir. :-)>\n\nA smile is displayed on the terminal,\nbut in the robot’s gestures, you feel a plea for help."
  703. ]
  704. },
  705. {
  706. "message": "Write [Goodbye].",
  707. "result": [
  708. "The terminal’s light goes red, and warnings start to blare.\n\nThe robot shakes intensely as if in pain.\n\n<Farewell. Farewell, FarewellFarewellFarewellFarewellFarewellFarewellFarewellFarewellFarewell>\n\nA single word filled the whole screen moments before the robot exploded into bits of metal and gore before your eyes."
  709. ]
  710. }
  711. ]
  712. },
  713. {
  714. "id": 90103401,
  715. "name": "",
  716. "subDesc": "",
  717. "desc": "",
  718. "options": [
  719. {
  720. "message": "Ask for an explanation of the “town”.",
  721. "result": [
  722. "<Failed to parse question.>\n\nThe robot tilted its head.\n\nWhile unable to lift and tilt its head in the other direction,\nit displays a question on the screen.\n\n<Did you not take a tour of the town, Dear Guest?>\n\nIt seems to want an answer."
  723. ]
  724. },
  725. {
  726. "message": "Take the souvenir and leave."
  727. }
  728. ]
  729. },
  730. {
  731. "id": 90103402,
  732. "name": "",
  733. "subDesc": "",
  734. "desc": "",
  735. "options": [
  736. {
  737. "message": "Confess the truth.",
  738. "result": [
  739. "<Then you may not have a souvenir!>\n\nThe terminal suddenly opened upward,\nand a mechanical arm popped out, trying to snatch something from you.\n\n<Please cooperate with confiscation! Lying is bad behavior.>\n\nAs you duck and twist out of the arm’s way,\nit gradually grew faster.\n\n<Please cooperate,\nor you may be punished according to Rule #A62GBFE1!>\n\nYou hurriedly made your escape,\nfleeing the robot’s unending rampage."
  740. ]
  741. },
  742. {
  743. "message": "Tell it that you took a tour.",
  744. "result": [
  745. "<There must have been an issue with the tour program.>\n\nAfter printing those words,\nthe robot stood still for a while.\n\nJust when you started to wonder if it was broken,\nthe terminal flashed.\n\n<No response after multiple requests to the Administrator.>\n\n<System Error. System Error.>\n\n<Rebooting…>\n\nAfter that, it kept throwing up complicated words\non a blue screen."
  746. ]
  747. },
  748. {
  749. "message": "Leave without answering."
  750. }
  751. ]
  752. },
  753. {
  754. "id": 901035,
  755. "name": "",
  756. "subDesc": "",
  757. "desc": "“This here’s ma turf.”\n\n“Here folks play by ma rules, or else!”\n\nSounds like there can be dire consequences.\n\n“Let’s play rock, paper, scissors!”\n\n“I’ll go fer scissors. How ‘bout you?”",
  758. "options": [
  759. {
  760. "message": "Play rock.",
  761. "result": [
  762. "You felt like you ought to win here.\n\nIt stared at your balled-up fist and smiled.\n\n“You lose.”\n\nThen, it morphed one of its arms\ninto a massive pair of scissors to chop your arm off."
  763. ]
  764. },
  765. {
  766. "message": "Play paper.",
  767. "result": [
  768. "It might be a good idea to lose and play along.\n\nIt stared into your open palm and went sulky.\n\n“You win. Scissors are only useful when cloth’s around.”\n\nThen, it placed a small puppet in your hand as a reward.\n\n“Here, a prize dolly made wiv scissors and cloth.”"
  769. ]
  770. },
  771. {
  772. "message": "Play scissors.",
  773. "result": [
  774. "You figured that neither a win nor a loss would end well.\n\nLooking at both your and its matching shaped hands,\nit grew rather upset.\n\n“A draw. Did you think I wouldn’t play scissors?”\n\n“I don’t play with folks who don’t trust me.”\nA remark like that seemed to ring in your ears,\nas before you realized it, your surroundings had shifted completely."
  775. ]
  776. }
  777. ]
  778. }
  779. ]
  780. }
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