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Post by Rojo on Dec 16, 2008 14:32:45 GMT -5
No such luck.
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Post by Seven on Dec 16, 2008 14:34:35 GMT -5
I wonder if I can just break the lock off with the pocket knife. I try to do so.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 16, 2008 14:37:54 GMT -5
The pocket knife snaps and the lock jams permenantly.
Congratulations.
YOU EARNED AN ACHIEVEMENT!
"Total Cock-up"
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Post by Seven on Dec 16, 2008 14:40:54 GMT -5
Aww, not cool! *pouts* How come you can never do the realistic, easier-solution method! It's perfectly realistic to destroy an old, withered lock! Oh well. I decide to check the door, to see if it's open like my cell had been.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 16, 2008 14:45:09 GMT -5
Because then the (fictatious) world wouldn't be interesting, would it? But beyond the door is...my oh my! A beautifully layed table piled high with fruit, meat, fish, pastries and more! It's the most immense feast you've ever seen, real or not!
On the opposite side of the room as the long table is a small four-legged table with a single apple on it. The apple is yellow and red and it looks fairly simple, not like the rich beautiful shining things on the right side...
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Post by Seven on Dec 16, 2008 19:12:58 GMT -5
I observe both tables. Something certainly feels fishy here. Mmm, fish...No bad! Staring at all that food makes me hungry, but I have the feeling I shouldn't eat. Let Pan's Labyrinth be warning enough for me. With my luck, the second I take a bite, a monstrous creature would clobber me. But I go over to the small table with the one apple to better inspect it.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 17, 2008 9:02:17 GMT -5
The small table is old and the legs are uneven and old. Underneath the apple is a simple yet dirtied and shabby handkercheif.
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Post by Seven on Dec 17, 2008 21:34:28 GMT -5
I pick up the apple to remove the handkerchief before setting the apple back down. I really want to eat, but I'm not sure I should. So I inspect the handkerchief instead.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 21, 2008 12:44:26 GMT -5
...It's a handkercheif. What's there more to say?
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Post by Seven on Dec 24, 2008 18:15:32 GMT -5
I pocket the handkerchief then take my chances biting into the apple. I'm too hungry not to.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 29, 2008 17:29:17 GMT -5
This apple tastes fine and there are no keys sneakily hidden in this one.
You think you can hear scribbling coming from the wall to the east...
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Post by Seven on Jan 8, 2009 11:53:10 GMT -5
After eating the apple and seeing everything is perfectly fine, I'm really tempted to have at the rest of the feast, except I then catch sound of the scribbling. I make my way to the east wall cautiously.
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Post by Rojo on Jan 8, 2009 14:13:08 GMT -5
As you approach the wall, the scribbling suddenly stops and you hear footsteps moving hurriedly away, though muffled by the wall.
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Post by Seven on Jan 8, 2009 15:18:31 GMT -5
I try to silently follow the footsteps along my side of the wall.
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Post by Rojo on Jan 8, 2009 15:22:48 GMT -5
If you were to try and follow the footsteps you would end up running through the wall, as the footsteps appear to be leaving in the same direction as your wall.
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