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(if: $Lamp is (0))[ Put your hands out and [[feel around| 2-2 view invest]]. Take a step [[forward|3-2 dr]].] (if: $Lamp is (1))[You wake up to find yourself lying face down on a cold stone floor. The room cold, and pitch black; you can hardly see your hands in front of you. You decide to carefully wander [[forwards|3-2 dr]] in hopes of finding a way out.] (if: $Lamp is (2))[ You wake up to find yourself lying face down on a cold stone floor. The room cold, and pitch black; you can hardly see your hands in front of you. Feeling like you've done this before, you wander [[forward|3-2 dr]] in hopes of finding an exit. ] (if: $Lamp is (3))[ You wake up to find yourself lying face down on a cold stone floor. The room cold, and pitch black; you can hardly see your hands in front of you. You feel like the way out may be in front of you. You just need to [[walk forward|3-2 dr]]. ]

(if: $mute is (1))[You take a step forward. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, unsure as to where the floor is or if you will run into any more cardboard. BANG You run straight into a solid wooden object. Placing your hands on the wall in front of you reveals a handle; you look down. Light seems to seep in from the small crack under the door. "..." you think to yourself as you reach out placing your hand unto the door handle. (if: $Lamp is 0)[Slowly, you begin to [[Open the door|4-2 f1]].] (if: $Lamp is 3)[But you hesitate. What if I'm here waiting for something? What if I'm supposed to wait for someone to come and get me? Maybe you should decide to [[turn back|Wait ending]] and wait for someone. "..." [[Open the door.|Dead]].] (if: $Lamp is 2)[You pause, swear you have done this before. You must have, right? "..." You question yourself. Pondering the idea for a few moments, your head begins to hurt. "..." [[keep going|4-2 f3]].] (if: $Lamp is 1)[Your hand touches the handle, it's warm. As if it had just been touched. You pause, "..." runs through your head as you try to process this strange recollection of the past that which did not exist. Uncomfortable with your indecisiveness you rush yourself along and [[open the door|4-2 f2]].]] (else:)[You take a step forward. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, unsure as to where the floor is or if you will run into any more cardboard. BANG You run straight into a solid wooden object. Placing your hands on the wall in front of you reveals a handle; you look down. Light seems to seep in from the small crack under the door. "This might give me some answers" you think to yourself as you reach out placing your hand unto the door handle. (if: $Lamp is 0)[Slowly, you begin to [[Open the door|4-2 f1]].] (if: $Lamp is 3)[But you hesitate. What if I'm here waiting for something? What if I'm supposed to wait for someone to come and get me? Maybe you should decide to [[turn back|Wait ending]] and wait for someone. "Yes, if I stay right here in this very spot. Surely someone will come and find me. [[Open the door.|Dead]].] (if: $Lamp is 2)[You pause, swear you have done this before. You must have, right? "I must be delusional, I can't be imagining all of this can I? What would that even mean?" You question yourself. Pondering the idea for a few moments, your head begins to hurt. "Theres no way, this must just be a case of DEJA VU I should [[keep going|4-2 f3]]".] (if: $Lamp is 1)[Your hand touches the handle, it's warm. As if it had just been touched. You pause, "Have I been here before? This feels vaguely familiar to you" runs through your head as you try to process this strange recollection of the past that which did not exist. Uncomfortable with your indecisiveness you rush yourself along and [[open the door|4-2 f2]].]]

You feel around the immediate space around you. Your hands are immediately greeted by a heavy solid object. You slide your hands around on the surface and determine it to be a cardboard box. It seems that [[Forwards|3-2 dr]] is the only direction you can move without running into more cardboard.

(set: $Lamp to (3)) turn around and find [[3-2 dr]]

Unable to shake the possibility that you were in fact supposed to be waiting here for someone. You turn yourself around and walk back to the cardboard boxes. You stare into the inky blackness [[waiting|waiting1]] for someone to come get you.

You stare into the blackness, just [[waiting|waitloop]].

Continuing to [[wait|waiting2]]. (set: $waiting to (0))

(if: $waiting is (5))[ (set: $Lamp to (0))(set: $flame to (0))(set: $wind to (0))(set: $sin to (0))(set: $entrance to (0))(set: $Doubt to (0))(set: $key to (0))(set: $braile to (0)) And [[wait|2-2]]. ]\ (else:)[ And [[wait|wait3]]. ]

And [[wait|waiting2]]. (set: $waiting +=(1))

(if: $mute is (1))[ "..." You want to know what else lies ahead. With hope that this indeed is the way out, you enter through the [[doorway.|4-2 f1]] (set: $Lamp to (0)) (set: $flame to (0)) (set: $wind to (0)) (set: $sin to (0)) (set: $entrance to (0)) (set: $Doubt to (0)) (set: $key to (0)) (set: $braile to (0)) ] (else:)[ "No, this time. This time I know this is the way out." "It has to be." You say to yourself unsure of what lies ahead. With hope that you're right; you enter through the [[doorway.|4-2 f1]] (set: $Lamp to (0)) (set: $flame to (0)) (set: $wind to (0)) (set: $sin to (0)) (set: $entrance to (0)) (set: $Doubt to (0)) (set: $key to (0)) (set: $braile to (0)) ]

The door opens with a loud, slow creaking noise. You step onto the now familiar pillar's flat glossy peak. placing your left hand on the [[left|Hint]] wall your fingers trace the ridges.

You close the door behind yourself, turning around you see an expansive sea of pillars all with glossy marble floors at their peak. You lean to your left in awe of the endless ocean of pillars before you. Your hand meets with a familiar feeling set of bumps on the [[wall |Braile2]] (if: $braile is (2))[ [[Leap|f2 1-3]] to the first pillar]

(Set: $Lamp to (1)) Slowly your fingers draw closer, until they finally touch the [[peice|2-2]]. In that instant, your body locks up. Muscles tense, unable to move. Without any way to balance yourself, you topple downwards in to the blackness you so carefully lept over just moments ago.

You enter through the doorway to find yourself in a dimly lit room seemingly without a floor. Grid-like pillars stand tall at floor level with the rest of the room as far as the eye can see. Off in the distance you make out the source of the light. A small table with a lamp on it can be seen in the distance. (if: $braile is(0))[Curious as to just where you are. You decide to [[lean|braile f1]] over the edge of the ground on which you stand.] (if: $braile is(1) and $tutorial is (1))[With the path ahead clear to you, the only option seems to be to trust the [[wall|braile f1]] and leap [[forward|f1 1-3]].] (if: $braile is (1) and $tutorial is (0))[With the path ahead clear to you, the only option seems to be to trust the wall and leap [[forward|f1 1-3 Tutorial]].]

(set: $braile to (1)) You reach out to the wall next to you with your left hand. Steadying yourself as you lean your body out into the inky black seemingly endless expanse below. Peering out into oblivion you find no walls aside from your own in sight. Retracting your body from the sea of pillars your hand brushes upon a small group of ridges along the otherwise smooth as stone wall. Gently gliding the tips of your fingers over the odd protrusions in the wall, you manage to make out the message "The light that which you seek can be found 3 paces to the north and 2 paces to the East". (if: $braile is (1) and $tutorial is (1))[With no way to go back, you decide your best option would be to trust the odd stone braille by taking a leap of faith and [[leaping|f1 1-3]] to the first pillar.] (if: $braile is (1) and $tutorial is (0))[With no way to go back, you decide your best option would be to trust the odd stone braille by taking a leap of faith and [[leaping|f1 1-3 Tutorial]] to the first pillar.]

Taking a few steps back from the edge you give yourself a running start over the edge. You make the jump with little effort. You look behind yourself expecting to see the door from which you came, only to have your gaze met by an empty, silent sea of pillars no different than the one upon which you stand. From this point you can move in any compass direction. [[up|f1 2-3]] [[Down|The Pit]] [[Right|The Pit]] [[Left|The Pit]]

Instructions for Puzzle rooms You have entered the first puzzle. Use your hint wisely. If you get stuck feel free to ask Andrew for another hint. This applies to all puzzles. During puzzle segments you have free movement and can use the Up, Down, Left, and Right buttons to move around. Imagine the perspective to be top down. Each movement you make will be one tile in the direction you chose, Remember your paper and pen, they are your lifeline. There is no way to reset most puzzles if you get lost. Map making is encouraged, each movement is equivalent to a 1x1 space in the world. You will always start at the bottom of a puzzle room. The largest of the puzzle rooms is 8x5 so make sure to give yourself adequate space when making your map. [[Continue|f1 1-3]] back to the story. (set: $tutorial to (1))

(if: $mute is (1))["..."] (if: $mute is (0))["Almost there, just a little more to go" you say to yourself.] [[up|The Pit]] [[Down|f1 3-3]] [[Right|f1 4-4]] [[Left|The Pit]]

Your feet land on the next pillar with a loud thump. The sound of your impact echoes all around you. Reassuring you that there is at least an end to this place of which you occupy. [[up|f1 3-3]] [[Down|f1 1-3]] [[Right|The Pit]] [[Left|The Pit]]

Halfway there, you begin to wonder if the wall was telling you the truth or not? So far everything seems well. But what if? [[up|f1 4-3]] [[Down|f1 2-3]] [[Right|The Pit]] [[Left|The Pit]]

You land on the second to last pillar. You begin to be able to make out details of the source of light. It looks like nothing more than a table with a lamp on it. Ready to find a way out of here you decide which direction to proceed. [[up|The Pit]] [[Down|The Pit]] [[Right|f1 4-5]] [[Left|f1 4-3]]

With a final jump, you reach the lamp. It stands proud on its small wooden table. the small but bright ceramic lamp; it's cord flowing over the edge of the table into the abyss below. The warm light from the household fixture fills you with a feeling of peace and serenity as if to say that everything is alright. You are safe. Your hand with a mind of its own, extends outwards. Reaching to [[touch|Lamp]] the lamp.

Questioning the path laid out by the writing on the wall, you decide to take different route to your destination. Ready to take a chance you leap to the adjacent pillar only; your feet never touch the ground. Your feet phase straight through the pillar leaving you to plummet into the abyss. Try again? [[Continue|4-2 f1]]

October 25th 2018 9:04 PM Okay, so I know this isnt part of the game. But I need to vent, and I don't know where else to go. If you found this section, congratulations. You've successfully infiltrated my personal journals, you can read them if you really want to. I guess... Someone’s going to find this and think it has something to do with the game I bet. I mean, It’s my game. I can do whatever the hell I want with it. And not have to worry about my grammar, or spelling, heck just starting to write this is already helping me feel better. So anyways, you know how I’m sort of hard to read to people that don’t know me very well? like I say this thing in a monotone voice with a straight face, and yeah you hear me talking but you just have no idea if I’m angry, or sad, happy, tired. so yeah, I’m self-conscious about that. have been ever since someone mentioned it to me when I was working at weis I think sometime a year or two ago. before that I never really thought about it, either that or I just didn’t notice it. I mean, whenever I would laugh or talk to me I always came across as this expressive guy whom people just had trouble understanding sometime. I genuinely hear expression in my voice and feel like I’m smiling or looking sad sometimes when apparently, I just have this straight face all the time. that doesn’t mean I literally feel myself smile, it’s more like a sort of in your head you think your smiling but don’t feel it. like a sort of internal projection of a smile. like if your head was one-way glass, and your brain had a projector for feelings. Your brain thinks everyone can see them. but in reality, no one else can. but anyways Dave, you really are a sack of shit you know that? you really piss me off sometimes. I should preface this by mentioning that I have Asperger’s, a form of autism. this surfaces in MANY ways and its different for every single person it touches. For me, one of the ways it shows is in my lack of expression despite feeling emotions they just don’t outwardly express themselves all of the time. so, Dave, I don’t know what your problem is. Today just out of random you start making fun of me for it, telling me I’m making the class uncomfortable, that I am making, the professor uncomfortable. that whenever he tells a joke or pokes fun at me like he does the rest of the class, I AM the one that makes it awkward. I don’t laugh at his jokes I instead respond in my straight faced monotone voice with some weird ass logic-based answer that somehow makes everyone want to be in the room less. What you seem to miss Dave, is that I’m telling what is called a joke, some people call it a comeback. or at least I try to. because I’m unsure of how to respond to these sorts of social situations a lot of the time. I don’t expect you to EVER understand what this is like for me. nor do I ever think you will. everyday social interaction is physically and mentally draining for me, there are very few people I can interact with for an extended period of time without needing a break. despite this I LOVE talking to people, meeting people, making friends. but people who arent close friends to me, it’s hard. I spend a lot of time in conversations freaking out trying to guess what you mean by something, or panic when someone tells a joke at my expense trying to figure out what their intent is. Are they angry at me? is this a joke? should I laugh? maybe they are just trying to be friendly? what if they are trying to send a message and I’m just not picking it up? do they consider me a friend? do they think I’m a nice person? am I a nice person? I didn’t say something rude to tick them off, did I? what if I did and didn’t notice? are they going to hate me now? what if they just got up and punched me in the face right now? confrontation about this sort of thing SCARES THE HELL out of me. it puts me in full blown panic mode. what scares me even more is the idea of explaining this to them. the whole Asperger’s thing. I think that’s just because of my being self-conscious mixed with the trend right now of using autistic as an insult. the phrase " what are you autistic" or "your autistic fuck" comes to mind. I don’t even know. at this point. I think the worst part of this is that I’m not just deleting it, that I’m going to hide it in this game, as if it were some sort of Easter egg for you the player to find. This isnt for you, It’s for me. To continue, is to be complacent to the role of the player. the only character in the game who seems to have no moral compass. who strives to find meaning where there is none and fails to see it when it is right in front of their faces. Go ahead, snoop around in my personal thoughts and feelings. I dare you. I dare you to violate my sense of privacy, to conform to your role of just "playing the game" what does that even mean anyways? the role of the player is nothing more than to tell the program or "game" to move on to the next part. be it moving forward or just reading more text. as a player you seem to lose some things when transcending into the world of a game. Such as, your ability to determine right from wrong any sort of management social skills go down sometimes none exist at all and an innate entitlement to go through anything and everything. regardless of if it is theirs or not. even if something says "keep out do not enter" you the player will just run along through, because you can. And then there are the ones who decide to just say screw it and go through the games files. Which is the more likely way that you found this. honestly, I’ve lost my reason to care at this point. I think I’ve gone on a long enough rant. and apparently typing gets really weird if you enter enough text in twine. as backspacing is really slow now. [[journal menu]]

My personal journals, some are me venting or going on a rant to myself, others are just thoughts i had at some point. These are personal, I would rather you not read these. If i forget to section them off from everything then that was an unfortunate mistake. But there is no way back to the main game from here, just so you know that this is indeed not part of the main game. [[Journal 0]] [[In loving memory of Murray Kramer]]

You enter the labyrinth of air, the entrance from which you came vanishing behind you. [[up |f2 2-3]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[Up|f2 3-3]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 2-2]] [[Down |f2 1-3]]

[[up |f2 4-3]] [[Right |f2 3-4]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 2-3]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 2-3]] [[Left |f2 2-1]] [[Down |Wall]]

(if: $entrance is (0))[You leap forward expecting to reach the pillar in front of you. You slam straight into a wall of thin air. Falling into the abyss. [[continue? |f2 1-3]] ] (if: $entrance is (1))[You leap forward expecting to reach the pillar in front of you. You slam straight into a wall of thin air. Falling into the abyss. [[continue?|Hint]] ]

[[up |f2 3-1]] [[Right |f2 2-2]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 2-1]]

[[up |f2 5-1]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 5-2]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 4-1]]

[[up |f2 6-2]] [[Right |f2 5-3]] [[Left |f2 5-1]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |f2 7-2]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 5-2]]

[[up |f2 6-3]] [[Right |f2 5-4]] [[Left |f2 5-2]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |f2 7-3]] [[Right |f2 6-4]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 5-3]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 5-3]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |f2 8-3]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 6-3]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 6-5]] [[Left |f2 6-3]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 7-1]] [[Down |f2 6-2]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 7-2]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 6-1]]

[[up |f2 7-1]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |f2 7-5]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 6-4]] [[Down |f2 5-5]]

Finally reaching the end of the strange labyrinth, you let out a sigh of relief. Ahead, a short hallway with a feint light emanating just around the corner beckons you to greet it. You [[advance |Lamp2 hall]]Down the hallway towards the light. It's glow casting a comforting warmth over you.

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 7-4]] [[Down |f2 6-5]]

[[up |f2 6-5]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 4-5]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 7-5]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |f2 5-5]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 4-4]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 4-5]] [[Left |f2 4-3]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 4-4]] [[Left |f2 4-2]] [[Down |f2 3-3]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 4-3]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |f2 3-2]]

[[up |f2 4-2]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 3-5]] [[Left |f2 3-3]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 3-4]] [[Down |f2 2-5]]

[[up |f2 3-5]] [[Right |Wall]] [[Left |f2 2-4]] [[Down |Wall]]

[[up |Wall]] [[Right |f2 2-5]] [[Left |Wall]] [[Down |Wall]]

As you approach, apprehension begins to seep in. "Is whatever is making that light safe?" seeds itself in your mind. You press on. Upon reaching the end of the hall, you peak your head around the [[corner]].

A small wooden End table with a ceramic lamp on top of it sits around the corner. The soft hum of the appliance, the only sound you can hear. Like a moth, you approach the light with curiosity. Reaching out to touch it. Everything begins [[spinning]]

And then everything went [[black.|2-2]] (set: $Lamp to (2))

(set: $braile to (2)) Running your fingertips over the bumps on the wall, you make out the message. "A labyrinth of air lay before you. Trust in your resolve to find the warmth that which you seek." With nothing else to do in your current location, you take the first [[leap |f2 1-3]]forward.

Murray Kramer. Passed shortly before November 7th 2018 Today I got the call, or text I should say. Murray Kramer, or just Kramer as I would call him has passed away. He was the first teacher to really have an impact on me in life, he was a great teacher. I had him as my homeroom teacher for my last year of middle school. Kramer's class is where I met all of my now very close friends that I have, and is where I made significant strides in my personal growth. Murray was an avid reader, always in his chair reading from his kindle. He encouraged our small class of 7 or so boys to rough house and carry on as thats what boys did. He avidley encouraged us to debate with him on things we had strong opinions on and would play devils advocate to encourage critical thinking. I remember always loving his reading class, as he would sit back and read a chapter or two of Cirque Du Freak by Darren Shan aloud to the class. He had a strong and loud speaking voice, and being jewish the sense of humor came along with it. I remember the dinner he hosted at a resturant in exton named buca di beppo where all his current class and their parents were invited as an excuse to get us all togther. This was because the schoolwe went to consisted of students from all over PA who commuted every single day to get there, Me being one of the furthest away at about an hours commute. So in his memory I write this Journal, hoping that you are at peace. Thank you for everything. -Andrew [[journal menu]]

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(if: $wind is (0) and $flame is (0) and $sin is(0))[A hall of mirrors, a hall of flames, a hall of wind, a hall of sin. Which is real? Which is not? To decide an answer, may require some thought.] (if: $entrance is (0))[You pause, trying to figure out where you learned of the wall writings existence. In such a dimly lit room, how would one make out such a minute detail. Finally giving up on the thought and having had enough time to dawdle, you make the first jump forward into the silent, [[laybrinth|f3 1-2]].] (if: $wind is (1) and $flame is (0) and $sin is (0))[You wake up, finding yourself at the start once again. You use your fingertips to read the message scribed on the wall once again: A hall of mirrors, a hall of flames, a hall of sin. Which is real? Which is not? To decide an answer, may require some thought.] (if: $wind is (1) and $flame is (1) and $sin is (0))[You wake up, finding yourself at the start once again. You use your fingertips to read the message scribed on the wall once again: A hall of mirrors, a hall of sin. Which is real? Which is not? To decide an answer, may require some thought.] (if: $wind is (1) and $flame is (1) and $sin is (1))[You wake up, finding yourself at the start once again. You use your fingertips to read the message scribed on the wall once again: A hall of mirrors. Is now unlocked. You feel an object in your back pocket, it's a key. This may be useful to you. (set: $key to (1)) ] (if: $entrance is (1))[Determined to find your way, you [[reenter|f3 1-2]] the Labyrinth.] (if: $wind is (0) and $flame is (1) and $sin is (0))[You wake up, finding yourself at the start once again. You use your fingertips to read the message scribed on the wall once again: A hall of mirrors, a hall of wind, a hall of sin. Which is real? Which is not? To decide an answer, may require some thought.] (if: $wind is (0) and $flame is (1) and $sin is (1))[You wake up, finding yourself at the start once again. You use your fingertips to read the message scribed on the wall once again: A hall of mirrors, a hall of wind. Which is real? Which is not? To decide an answer, may require some thought.] (if: $wind is (0) and $flame is (0) and $sin is (1))[You wake up, finding yourself at the start once again. You use your fingertips to read the message scribed on the wall once again: A hall of mirrors, a hall of wind, a hall of flame. Which is real? Which is not? To decide an answer, may require some thought.] (if: $wind is (1) and $flame is (0) and $sin is (1))[You wake up, finding yourself at the start once again. You use your fingertips to read the message scribed on the wall once again: A hall of mirrors, a hall of flame. Which is real? Which is not? To decide an answer, may require some thought.]

(set: $entrance to (1)) [[up|f3 2-2]] [[Down|Wall]] [[Right|Wall]] [[Left|f3 1-1]]

[[Up|f3 3-2]] [[Down|f3 1-2]] [[Right|Wall]] [[Left|f3 2-1]]

[[Up |Wall]] [[Down|Wall]] [[Right|f3 1-2]] [[Left|Wall]]

[[Up|Wall]] [[Down|f3 2-2]] [[Right|f3 3-3]] [[Left|Wall]]

[[Up|f3 3-1]] [[Down|Wall]] [[Right|f3 2-2]] [[Left|Wall]]

[[Up|f3 4-1]] [[Down|f3 2-1]] [[Right|Wall]] [[Left|Wall]]

[[Up|f3 5-1]] [[Down|f3 3-1]] [[Right|Wall]] [[Left|Wall]]

[[Up|Wall]] [[Down|f3 4-1]] [[Right|Wall]] [[Left|Wall]]

(if: $wind is(0))[ A soft breeze flows in front of you. [[Up|f3 4-3]] [[Left|f3 3-2]] ] (if: $wind is (1))[ You arrive back at the place where the cool wind greeted you. The path blocked by a white wall of wind. You will not be able to return to that place again. [[Down|Wall]] [[Right|f3 3-4]] [[Left|f3 3-2]] ]

(if: $wind is (0))[You land successfully, only something feels off. Suddenly, a loud wiring noise can be heard. Lights flicker into existence followed by a white smoke, it is then through the smoke you can see the walls. The very walls that make up this labyrinth you are in are now apparent to you. At least in your current location. Your eyes dart around, looking for some sort of goal. A candle. Its weak flame flickering in the wind just to the left of you. A wall blocks your route, you see the route before you offers safe passage. You begin to make your way forward.] [[Up|f3 5-3]]

(if: $sin is (0) and $flame is (0))[ [[Up|f3 4-4]] [[Down|f3 2-4]] [[Right|f3 3-5]] [[Left|f3 3-3]] ] (if: $sin is (1) and $flame is (0))[ The path of sin is sealed off by a large pair of stone doors. Going that way would be impossible. [[Up|f3 4-4]] [[Right|f3 3-5]] [[Left|f3 3-3]] ] (if: $sin is (0) and $flame is (1))[ The path of sin is blocked off by an intense wall of flames. Going that way would be impossible. [[Up|f3 4-4]] [[Down|f3 2-4]] [[Left|f3 3-3]] ] (if: $sin is (1) and $flame is (1))[ The paths of sin and flame are blocked off. There is only one way to progress. [[up|f3 4-4]] ]

You begin walking down the hall before you. Making your way to the candle. Just around this [[corner|f3 5-2]] your goal sits.

You round the corner to find the candle flickering and waving in the air. Quickly you make the [[jump|f3 4-2]] to the tile on which the candle lies.

(set: $wind to (1)) Worried that the candle's flame will go out, you make a sprint straight for it. It begins to flicker violently, you dive straight for the candle. Soaring towards your [[goal|Wind1]].

Blackness No flame, no light, no sound. Everything goes dark and silent. You land with a thud, tripping and tumbling your way off the platform. Into the expanse [[below.|WindFallIsland]]

Falling into the unknown. A disembodied voice fills your head. Searching for the light Sin and Flame await you there The light will find you The voice departs leaving you to [[fate|Hint]].

[[Up|Wall]] [[Down|f3 3-4]] [[Right|f3 4-5]] [[Left|Wall]]

You land on the mirror smooth surface of the pillar. A loud deep sound of stone grinding on stone bellows behind you as two large white doors shut you in. Turning away from the doors, a hallway of pure white carries onwards. [[Advance|f3 sin hallway]]

You jump onto the pillar before you stumble then before catching yourself. Flames erupt behind you and continuing and forming a lit hallway before you. Beads of sweat fall from your brow. With no way back, you decide to proceed [[forward.|f3 Flames hall]]

The sterile white walls of the hallway wrap their way around 360 degrees. Stopping, a pedestal lies atop an altar ahead. Climbing your way up the white staircase to the white altar, reaching the white pedestal, holding a white chalice that which contains a RED liquid. [[Drink from it|f3 Sinners blood]] [[Do not drink|f3 Sinners Temptation]]

You raise the challis to your lips. The RED liquid slithers down your throat. The taste of blood. The blood of a lamb. Blood of sinners. Basking in its cold embrace, the light intensifies. Until everything went [[white|Hint]]. (set: $sin to (1))

(if: $Doubt is (0))[You want to look away from the RED liquid and reject the urge to drink, but you feel its pull. [[Drink it|f3 Sinners blood]] [[Resist|f3 Sinners Doubt]] ]\ (elseif: $Doubt is (40))[Falling backwards, you break free from the urge to drink from the chalice. Good job, you showed some genuine effort there. Now, you DO have to actually drink from it to keep going so it really was all for nothing. BUT as a reward; here is a video of cats knocking things off tables to ease your mind. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lx3egn8v4Mg?controls=0" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> [[NOW DRINK IT|f3 Sinners blood]] ]\ (else:)[You cannot resist. [[Drink it|f3 Sinners blood]] [[Resist|f3 Sinners Doubt]] ]

(set: $Doubt +=(1)) You try to resist the urge to [[drink|f3 Sinners blood]] from the vessel. [[Resist|f3 Sinners Temptation]]

Surrounded by intense flames, you press on. An object sits on the floor in the distance, curious you make your way towards [[it]].

As you get closer and closer to the object, you begin to make out its cylindrical shape and clear texture. Continuing forward through the otherwise nondescript hallway. The red-hot flames wearing away at you. Feeling as if you are baking alive, you make your way to the object in hopes that it provides a way [[out]].

You approach the object and see it to be a glass of water. Desperate for relief from the heat, you ([[Dump it over your head|option 1]])([[Drink it|option 2]])

Grabbing the glass and pouring its contents over yourself. You hear the fizzle of the water evaporating on contact followed by searing pain as your skin begins to boil and burn from the cold liquid's contact with you. The boiling subsides, but the pain gets worse as your skin begins to bake. You realize you were somehow resistant to the flames heat and pouring that water on yourself just ruined it. You [[pass out|Hint]] from the sheer agony of becoming a moderately well-done hunk of meat. (set: $flame to(1))

(set: $flame to (1))You hold the cold glass to your lips and drink from it. Within seconds you feel an intense burning sensation. As if you were being boiled from the inside. The pain is immense, and you collapse to the ground because of it. Your voice falls silent, your vocal cords burned beyond use. Your insides writhing in agony as you fall [[unconscious.|Hint]] (set: $mute to (1))

(if: $sin is (1) and $flame is (1) and $wind is (1) and $key is (1))[ You reach a large pair of wooden doors, their boards old and cracked. A black iron band as wide as a table holds the planks together with rivets the size of your head. A large padlock holds the door shut. You insert the key you found earlier into the lock and [[turn the key|f3 final]]. ]\ (else:)[ You reach a large pair of wooden doors, their boards old and cracked. A black iron band as wide as a table holds the planks together with rivets the size of your head. A large padlock holds the door shut. You will need a key to even attempt to move forward. You will have to [[go back.|f3 4-4]] ]

The lock falls to the ground, you strain and struggle as you use your whole body to shove the left door open. It creaks and cracks as you move the collection of wood and iron back just far enough to be able to slide your body through the crack between the [[door.|f3 little black room]]

With a loud clang, the door slams behind you and the room goes dark. Light flickers to life, a small ceramic lamp atop a wooden end table. Its light forming a circle on the table. [[Approach the light|f3 Lamp]] [[Take a moment to collect yourself|f3 collection]]

(if: $mute is (1))[You approach the lighting fixture. Its copper beaded chain hangs below the lampshade with a small ring hanging at the end. "..." [[Curious, you pull the chain.|2-2]] ]\ (else:)[ You approach the lighting fixture. Its copper beaded chain hangs below the lampshade with a small ring hanging at the end. "I wonder what this does?" you ask yourself. [[Curious, you pull the chain.|2-2]] ] (set: $Lamp to (3))

(if: $mute is (1))[You take a seat where you stand, letting out a silent sigh of relief. "..." You say to yourself. "...?" Your mouth moves to form words, but no sound escapes. You realize the impact of your choices; your vocal cords were burned beyond repair. Your voice is gone. You try to scream "..." but nothing happens. You cry silently... ... ... ... ... ... .. [[.|jesus wept]] ]\ (else:)[ You take a seat where you stand, letting out a sigh of relief. You take a moment to examine the burns on your shoulders from the water "no, no, no" you shake your head in disbelief. Fingertips gliding over the charred remains of skin you have., you feel nothing. You look yourself over and realize how horribly disfigured the burns have left you. "Even if I figure out where I am, or how to get out." your eyes tear up. "Will anyone even recognize me as human?" You begin to cry. ... ... ... ... ... .. [[.|f3 Lamp]] ]

Here are the current values of all variables $Lamp $wind $sin $flame $key $Doubt $tutorial $braile $entrance $mute

Your face, sticky with dried tears. Unable to cry any longer. You collect yourself together and gather your strength "...". [[Press on|f3 Lamp]]

(set: $extra to (prompt: "Enter your name.","Holo")) Before playing this game, it is highly recommended that YOU the player have the following materials ready <ul> <li>A sheet of paper (preferably graph).</li><li>A writing implement. </li><li>Some patience and creativity</li> </ul> [[Start |2-2]] What you choose to do with these tools of yours is up to you. There is more than one right answer. There is only one Solution. If you do not have any graph paper. Ask Andrew for some (if: $extra is "Journal")[ Read [[journal|journal menu]] collection. I mean if you somehow guessed this, then go ahead and read. But it's nothing interesting just some personal journals of mine. They aren't part of the main game and as such have not been checked for content, spelling, or grammar. They were just written as is and left there. Just a bunch of in the moment thoughts.] (if: $extra is "Five dollar fill up" or "David" or "david")[ It seems you are the chosen one. We have prepared a [[Special Challenge|Vynl]] for you. $name.] (if: $extra is "Debugone")[then (set: $Lamp to (1)) your lamppage shall be increased.] (if: $extra is "Debugtwo")[then (set: $Lamp to (2)) your lampage shall be increased.] (if: $extra is "mute")[then (set: $mute to (1)) the power of speech fails you.] (if: $extra is "unmute")[then (set: $mute to (0)) the power of speech is within you.] (if: $extra is "David" or "david")[(set: $name to "Five dollar fill up")]\ (else:)[(set: $name to $extra) ]

(set: $Chicken to (prompt: "How many minutes do we pressure cook the chicken for?","")) (if: $Chicken is "8")[Good job, now get out there and make some Kentucky Friend Chicken! [[KFC|2-2]] ]\ (else:)[You are not ready GET BACK TO THE KITCHEN (goto: "[[Vynl]]") ]