Your name and title is: The Janitor.
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At least that is what it was until you got fired five days ago.
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Five days of being: (text-color:(rgb:201,40,40))[*The Jobless*].
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[[...|start]]
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}Your home was taken away too, came with the job.
So you just live in the alleyway of whatever city you had the misfortune of being in during your last job.
There is nothing you can d...
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The Jobless is shaken out of the trance they were in by someone... or something in the alleyway.
But all there is...is their [[mop|standard mop]]?
''Mop(?):'' "Yeah I am talking to ya."
[[ignore the mop|deadend]]
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The Jobless' trusty and only companion.
They got a mop head to match their own hair, differently shaded strands of blue. Best pals for on and off the job... There was never an "off the job".
The handle seems to have some wear on it. There also seem to be googly eyes stuck on the mop stick.
This mop has gone through a lot during the last two eons of work. It seems there is something lively about it this time around... talks too?
[[back|proceed]]The Jobless looks around, peaks out of the alleyway, but doesn't see anybody that could be talking.
It probably was nobody.
''Mop(?):'' "Right behind you pal!"
[[continue to ignore|end1]]
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The Jobless actively proceeds to ignore whatever the source of voice was, after all they are probably going crazy from the isolation they found themselves in these past days.
They close their eyes, cover their ears, and sit down at one of the farback corners of the alleyway, mumbling to yourself those same few lines just before the strange voice.
They rock back and forth stuck in a trance once more, this time they are never broken out of it ever again...
And so they remain a husk of their former self, with their soap-like exterior appearing more like dust, and their mop-like hair resembling more closely to that of dirty towels.
Utterly (text-color:(rgb:201,40,40))[[''JOBLESS''|Untitled Passage]].<style>
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The Jobless approach the mop with great interest. After all, they have never heard a mop speak to you ever... They have attempted it, but it never seemed interested in small talk.
The Jobless: "Are you talking to me?"
Mop: "Yes, yes, yes! I have been trying to get your attention for at least three days now, but all you kept doing was wallowing in your sad state of affairs!"
The Jobless: "Well that's not a very nice way of wording it. I've just been fired from the only thing that has ever given me purpose and meaning. Of course I'm going to feel like the trash I used to throw away."
Mop: "(...Sounds like a sad existence...) So... why did you exactly get fired? Were you that bad at your job?"
[[...|proceed2]]
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The Jobless cautiously approach your trusty mop who has been with you through the worst of times and even the average ones. They do not say anything, but stare at it.
Mop: "It's rude to stare you know, say something will ya?"
The Jobless: "Are... you talking to me?"
Mop: "Who else fa'ccine-head? I've been trying ta talk to you for three days now!"
The Jobless: "Hey, who are you calling a 'fa'ccine-head'?! I will let you know, you don't look particularly favorable yourself!"
Mop: "Calm down, I just wanted to get your attention first. Just wanted t'a talk about ya job termination."
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The Jobless: "I don't see why that has of any concern to you, my existence is meaningless without my job, and that is all that matters."
Mop: "Listen here pal, I am trying to get ya outta your slump, and ya'rent making this a bit easy, so easen up already."
The Jobless: "...Fine. It all starts back just at the end of my final job. I satisfied all the conditions proposed in the contract given by the one who summoned me. I'd say I did a PERFECT job, but this third-rate cultist wanted me to clean an additional room as well."
Mop: "Was this before or after the job was already done?"
The Jobless: "It shouldn't even matter! If they wanted me to clean the company's break room, then maybe they should have written it on the (text-color:(rgb:203,65,84))[(expletive)] paper. Actually, why are you even asking me, you were there with me."
Mop: "I don't think I was particularly alive then pal."
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The Jobless: "...Well, to make a long story short, my employer received countless complaints (many of which contained slander), and instead of throwing those complaints away, they just decided, 'It was more cost-effective to let you go without severance pay.'"
Mop: "And that's why ya been moping around in this random alleyway for the past couple of days?"
The Jobless: "What else am I supposed to do? I already scrubbed this place clean as it can be."
The alleyway appears to be completely absent of any dirt, all rough edges smoothed out, and is frictionless in all directions. There appears to be a makeshift bean bag chair made out of [[bags of beans|inspectbean]].
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The Jobless is quite proud of this accomplishment, they never thought they could do anything else but clean. It is even more impressive that the bag of beans has not leaked out and spilled everywhere, but it appears that The Jobless never actually seems to ever sit down or sleep for any reason, so the beanbag remains completely unused.
[[back|proceed3]]
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Mop: "So why don't I help ya get another job fe'ccine? After all, it just looks to me that you do not really care about anything but just having a title to your name?"
The Jobless squints at the Mop, and scratches their chin, pretending to be in deep thought. They are not sure what it meant by a 'title to their name'. It does not seem like The Jobless even has a name, endless years of working as a janitor for a cosmic company was all they could based their identity on, regardless if they were a being of pure cleanliness or just a being made entirely of soap.
The notion of not having a job has unknowingly made The Jobless grow more paranoid and anxious, after all what good are they without one?
[["Uh, whatever you say?"|Start of Story]]
[["Can I think about it for a minute?"|falsechoice2]]
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Peeking from the entrance of the alleyway, a hooded figure stood listened intently to the commotion that was happening inside.
Seemingly confused as the conversation kept going in stranger directions. But that did not seem to matter to them, after all, they knew that The Jobless was going to attempt to look for another job.
???: "Tsk. This cannot do... You think you can just easily move on after what you did to me?"
The mysterious figure bit their nail and paced around the outside of the alleyway.
???: "No, no, no... This cannot do indeed. Looks like I will have to prevent you from getting a job, by any means necessary! IF MY NAME IS NOT RIT U. AL, I WILL- Oh... I think I should probably be quiet, yes... I should go now, yes... vengeance, yes..."
[[...|janitorstart]]
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The Jobless grabbed their Mop, and started getting ready to hunt for any jobs that might be available in the city they are stuck in for the time being. They tried remembering what the name of the city was... Maybe it was:
''Catapult City?
Occult City?
Exult City?''
It did not seem to matter to The Jobless, they just wanted to get a job... Even if their only clothes were that of a janitor's, but there is no time for a new wardrobe!
[[Job Search Begins Now!|Alleyway]]
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''Alleyway''
The Jobless' temporary home.
The only things here is an used bean-filled bean bag, purple bricks, and a very thoroughly cleaned floor.
[[Out of Alleyway|occultst]]
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(text-color:(rgb:188,160,206))[''Occult Street'']
This is Occult Street. Looks to be the commercial zone of the city.
Mop: "Perfect, alright. Looks like we only have one option here. Don't ya complain now, after all... it's you that needs a job, not me."
The Jobless: "Can I..."
Mop: "''No, you cannot go back to being a'' (text-color:(rgb:255,255,255))[[Janitor at your old job.|oldjobroute]]"
Mop: "Ahem... like I said, the only available option is... being a [[Delivery Person at Hexing Good Pizza Parlor|pizzaroute]]<style>
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Mop: "(You hafta be...) Are you just going to act like that forever? You are going to get a job regardless whether it's ya old one or a completely different one. I am not going to let ya waste away again while I have to listen to ya whinin' and cryin.'"
[[Suddenly from the exit of the Alleyway...|Start of Story]]<style>
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Mop: "No."
[[Suddenly from the exit of the Alleyway...|Start of Story]]<style>
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(text-color:(rgb:251,46,1))[''Hexing Good Pizza Parlor'']
You walk into the Hexing Good Pizza Parlor, the place looks to be mostly empty, with the exception of the establishment's owner and a hooded figure who is probably an employee, making pizzas.
Hexaroni: "Welcome to Hexing Good Pizza, what can I... Hey haven't seen your face around these parts, what do you say for a free slice?"
Mop: "You should probably get something to eat, ya look terrible."
[["I haven't eaten in five days."|yummy]]
[["I'm actually here for the pizza delivery job?|pizza1]]
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(text-color:(rgb:45,126,165))[''Nowhere'']
The Jobless drags their mop to a place beyond the city limits, and beyond the limits of the world itself. A hooded figure could be seen behind them, slowly dragging their feet at such a pace, that it looked like they might collapse at any minute.
Mop: "HEY! I don't understand what ya doing, I just wanted to help ya get a job by pointing ya in the correct direction. But right now, we are in NOWHERE."
The Jobless: "Shush, I am getting a job, I'm just going back to my old workplace to get it back."
Mop: "Are ya sure they'll even let you in? Aren'tcha blacklisted from the site?"
The Jobless: "I never said that, and even if I was, I'd just break in. Oh look, we're right here."
Mop: "Yeah, but look, guards."
[[Guards can be seen outside the Janitor Facility|oldroute]].<style>
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The Jobless suddenly feels like not going out to find a job. They were disposed already, so why wouldn't they get disposed of again? The Mop stopped talking, if they even talked at all.
Utterly (text-color:(rgb:201,40,40))[[''HOPELESS''|Untitled Passage]].<style>
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Hexaroni: "OH? You're here for the job? That's great, I actually just recently lost my last runner a couple of hours ago. But due to new laws in our city, you have to pass a test first."
The Jobless: "That's perfectly fine, I need the job."
Mop: "Look at ya, taking action, so proud of ya!"
The Jobless: "Yeah, I am so proactive."
Hexaroni: "...Yeah, so... Here is the test, pass it and you get the job, if not, then you can always come back to buy a slice of pizza!"
The Jobless: "Aheh... I bet."
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Hexaroni: "You can pick a slice from one of our three popular types of pizza!"
[[Sulfur Dustin' Pizza|dustin]]
[[Toadly Cheesed|toadly]]
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The slice is brought to The Jobless by the hooded figure employee. The crust is a golden brown with sulfur dusted all over. The cheese radiates a strong yellow hue and is accompanied with bits of golden sausage bits..
Before taking a bite, The Jobless smells the pizza slice, smells like a gas leak. Afterwards a bite.
Trying not to gag at the taste of what could only be described as (text-color:(rgb:77,20,20))[BAD], The Jobless turns their face away from Hexaroni and throws an unconvincing thumbs up. He doesn't seem to notice the difference.
Mop: "At least you didn't bite the dust."
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The slice is brought to the Jobless by the hooded figure employee. The pizza slice... looks like a regular cheese pizza slice, except with generous slices of toad meat.
The Jobless takes a bite out of the pizza slice....
The Jobless excuses themselves to the bathroom.
Very unpleasant noises can be heard, Hexaroni does not seem to notice this however.
The Jobless shambles out of the bathroom and back to Hexaroni.
Mop: "Toad you it would be a bad idea."
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The pizza(?) slice is brought to The Jobless by the hooded figure employee. It looks like ███████████████████████████ and █████████████████████, with the addition of ████████████████████████████. Not to mention that it kind of looks like █████████ from The Jobless' old job. They now know that █████████ is ████.
The Jobless' hands shake violently as they bring the coagulated slice near their mouth. They force their mouth open and bite into the slice. Hexaroni smiles.
...
Mop: "I... uh... hmm..."
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Hexaroni: "OH? You're here for the job? That's great, I actually just recently lost my last runner a couple of hours ago. But due to new laws in our city, you have to pass a test first."
The Jobless: "T-that's...(horrible groan)...completely fine with me."
The Mop: "...Yeah"
Hexaroni: "Here is the test, pass it and you get the job, if not, then you can always come back to buy a slice of pizza!"
The Jobless: "...I bet."
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(text-color:(rgb:87,87,87))[A patron arrives to pick up a pizza from our beautiful establishment. Right before the patron takes out money to pay for the pizza, they take a peak at the pizza and become upset over the fact that the Yellow Red and Purple Pizza is not colored Yellow Red or Purple and demands a refund. What should you do?]
(text-color:(rgb:87,87,87))[[1. Tell the patron that the toppings actually make up the Yellow Red and Purple part of the pizza, and therefore does not violate any storewide rules.|failedtest]]
(text-color:(rgb:87,87,87))[[2. You are the Pizza Delivery person, you are not to be concerned about anything that happens in the reception desk.|passedtest]]
(text-color:(rgb:87,87,87))[[3. Tell the patron that they are banned from the establishment for making a scene in front of the restaurant. Any attempts to dispute this fact are to be met with hexing magic.|failedtest]]<style>
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(text-color:(rgb:87,87,87))[A patron arrives to pick up a pizza from our beautiful establishment. Right before the patron takes out money to pay for the pizza, they take a peak at the pizza and become upset over the fact that the Yellow Red and Purple Pizza is not colored Yellow Red or Purple and demands a refund. What should you do?]
(text-color:(rgb:142,0,0))[[1. Tell the patron that the toppings actually make up the Yellow Red and Purple part of the pizza, and therefore does not violate any storewide rules.|upset]]
(text-color:(rgb:142,0,0))[[2. You are the Pizza Delivery person, you are not to be concerned about anything that happens in the reception desk.|upset]]
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Hexaroni: "Oh no! You failed, that is so sad!"
The Jobless: "No, this cannot be..."
Hexaroni: "Worry not, come here next time and you'll get a delicious pizza pie, for 15%!"
Mop: "Well, ya tried your hardest, and that is all the matters, let's get out of here, we can try again tomorrow."
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Hexaroni: "You did great! I am so proud of you, here have this uniform... Well, you can stay in your old clothes, these are a size too burnt."
The Jobless has been promoted to The Pizza Runner.
Mop: "Great job, you got a new job first try! Let's go deliver some pizzas!"
Hexaroni: "Alright, I need you to deliver this large ''Vampiric's Bane Pizza'' to the Alleyway across the street!
The Pizza Runner: "(Isn't that were I stayed at?)"
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Hexaroni: "You don't appear to look too well, maybe come back later when you are feeling better."
Mop: "Ya aren't looking too hot, c'mon let's get you something to change that face of yours back to normal... better yet, let's got a doctor."
The Jobless: "..."
The Jobless leaves the establishment... right behind them the hooded figure does as well.
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The hooded figures taps The Jobless on the back. They turn around to see Ritz, the person who got them fired just five days ago.
Ritz: "You enjoy the slice I brought you? I added something special to it, might say it was a bloody good slice of pizza."
Ritz chuckles to themself.
Ritz: "Can't say what it is exactly, but just something to ruin your chances of getting another job you know?"
The Jobless: "..."
Ritz: "Why would anyone who never wanted to hire me, want to hire you, you know? Like I caught you talking to your raggedy mop back in the Alleyway."
Mop: "Who are you calling raggedy?"
Ritz: "Are you not going to say anything, was the pizza slice that repulsive? I hope so, bwahahaha!"
(text-color:(rgb:255,0,0))[~~Resolve matters peacefully~~]
(text-color:(rgb:255,0,0))[~~Take out the garbage and explain why you never mess with somebody's food~~]
(text-color:(rgb:255,0,0))[~~Lash out~~]
(text-color:(rgb:255,0,0))[~~Dance battle~~]
(text-color:(rgb:123,132,213))[[Coagulate|unchoice]]<style>
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The Coagulated turns red. Red in fury? Red in wrath? Both mean the same thing, but to vary in degree. It seems the answer was every single answer that starts with very angry.
Ritz: "W-Wait... what's happening... T-they never told me this would happen!"
Ritz starts shaking in fear, probably crying.
The Coagulated: (text-color:(rgb:204,61,61))["You messed with my food, so I'll mess with you. I will show you why you never mess with other people's food."]
Mop: "Woah, here we go."
The Coagulated grabs the Mop, draws a motion in a circle...
Ritz: "N-no, please wait, I beg you!"
The Coagulated summons Ritz's dinner they were looking forward to. It appears to be a very delicious looking pasta bowl with freshly grated cheese."
Ritz: "No... Not my dinner, PLEASE."
Mop: "Oh how devilish, I like it."
The Coagulated then summons an entire bottle of ketchup.
Ritz: "N-no, what are you doing, wha- NO. NO What are you doing!? What are you doing- STOP!"
The Coagulated empties the entire bottle of ketchup on the pasta.
Ritz: "NO-!"
So... The pasta was ruined... Ritz fell to the ground, completely shattered, for they knew what this meant. This meal was not the only one to be tampered with. Every meal from now on would be drowned in ketchup, any dessert that they wished to get would have the taste of ketchup.
Cold or warm, the taste of ketchup is forever ingrained in the tastebuds of Ritz.
Mop: "Well ya did all that, but you are still without a job. Not sure how turning every food into ketchup is going to get you any job offers."
The Coagulated remains... ''The Joble-''
Catch-Up Enterprises: "Wait a minute there you floating red-faced demon, you might be exactly who we need to cripple Muster Incorporated. How about you join in as a member of our ES-Pinach division?"
The Coagulated has been promoted from The Jobless to The Red Agent.
During the next couple of eons, Catch-Up Enterprises and Muster Incorporated have fought relentlessy, ultimately causing the collapse of Muster Incorporated.
Now a new age has begun, one with the name of The Red Agent on every street across the city and beyond. The Mop happy with its job done, stops talking and goes back to being a regular magical mop.
[[Yellow Sky Tonight, Ketchup Tomorrow.|Untitled Passage]]
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(text-color:(rgb:188,160,206))[''Occult Street'']
The Jobless: "Great, if I known there would be tests, I wouldn't have had gotten a job here. We could've taken the bus somewhere where the owner begged me to work for them."
Mop: "(If ya keep talking like that...) Look, let's just go take a walk and see if you can find a park bench of something to sit at first."
As The Jobless and The Mop keep bickering, a hooded figure taps The Jobless from the back.
The Jobless: "Oh? Did you regret not hiring me and now you want me to be the-"
The Jobless turns around to see that it is Ritz. The past contractor that got them fired in the first place. How could they forget such a lack of any noticeable features except the hood and how obnoxious they are?
Ritz: "Mwehehe, it seems I have succeded once more in defeating you! You will not be able to get a job while I'm around!"
Ritz wheezes and slaps their knee.
The Jobless: "..."
Ritz: "What, too shocked by my ingenuity? I was the one who made the pizza whether you ate a slice or not, and I was the one who swapped the easy peasy interview test, with a slightly harder interview test!"
Ritz wheezes and slaps their knee, again.
Ritz: "I'll leave you to wallow in your sadness, while I watch from a far! Eating a delicious pizza!"
The Jobless:
[["Maybe I was wrong about my job performance..."|Peaceful Ending]]
[["Hey what do these drawstrings on your hood do?"|Dumb Ending]]
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The Jobless: "Maybe I was wrong about my job performance..."
Ritz: "H-Huh."
The Jobless: "I'm not perfect, I know that I should have listen to my client's additional needs, I did not mean to get you fired you now that. I know I may seem crass, but I just wanted to do the best job I could."
Ritz: "W-well..."
Mop: "(I don't understand what is going on right now.)"
The Jobless: "How about we forget all this feud and start on a better footing?"
The Jobless takes out their hand as a peace offering.
The Jobless: "How about we shake on it?"
This was unprecendented. Ritz did not know what to do, maybe they were in the wrong? Of course they were, they did not clarify the contract thoroughly. Maybe if they had, they could have kept their job and maybe gotten that (in your dreams) promotion. Maybe...
Ritz accepts peace offering, maybe this time, they'll find a new job and leave The Jobless alo-
The Jobless immediately grips Ritz' hand tightly and throws them into the nearest dumpster.
Ritz: "W-Why..! I thought you were forgiving m-!"
The Jobless pushes the dumpster down the street, it slowly starts moving on its own, eventually reaching the edge of the street, where there is a large drop leading to Whonosewher. Screaming and the occasional (expletive) could be heard, until there was an almost inaudible crash, many streets ahead.
Mop: "...Okay, well depending if anybody saw ya, that will probably count for something."
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The Jobless: "Hey what do these drawstrings on your hood do?"
Ritz: "Wha-"
Before Ritz could answer, The Jobless janked down on the drawstrings as hard as possible, disorienting Ritz and obscuring their vision.
Ritz: "Agh! Ime camt sii!"
The Jobless then wacks them with The Mop, straight into incoming traffic. The car swerved, but it nicked Ritz, sending them launching like a pinball across various objects in the street, and eventually rolling down the hill and into a hospital.
Mop: "Youch, were ya keeping score? Mighta been a high score. Maybe ya can go become a professional pinball player or something similar in that reign."
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(text-color:(rgb:188,160,206))[''Occult Street'']
Mop: "What a strange order, did someone move into your Alleyway?"
The Pizza Runner: "Don't say it like I own the place, I just stayed there temporarily."
Mop: "So, it was probably somebody else's home that you took over, shame on you."
The Pizza Runner: "Shut up."
While the duo were arguing, a hooded figure got out of the Pizza Parlor and into the Alleyway. They notice this, but continue arguing.
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''Alleyway''
The Pizza Runner: "...I oughta get you replaced with a more sensible and less mouthy mop-"
The hooded figure awaits deep in the Alleyway. It appears this figure is actually The Pizza Runner's last client and also the recipient of the pizza.
Ritz: "Mwehehe, we meet once more you jobless janitor."
The Pizza Runner: "You... I am not The Janitor anymore because of YOU. I'm actually The Pizza Runner now..."
Ritz: "Myes, that is very true and it seems the lack of a job for you did wonders for my satisfaction, seeing as you are now talking to a mop."
Mop: "I'm not just a mop, you damn meatball."
The Pizza runner: "Do all your insults derive from pasta in one shape or another?"
Ritz: "HEY, I'M TALKING HERE. AHem... Now, let's see if you can keep this job for more than a couple minutes this time... Give me the pizza."
The Pizza Runner:
[["No."|noroute]]
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If The Pizza Runner could see Ritz's expression, it would probably a stupid one, but actually it was an evil smile.
Ritz: "BLAHAHAA, NOT EVEN AN HOUR INTO YOUR FIRST JOB AND YOU HAVE ALREADY FAILED... I can't wait to see you go on without another job. I just need to call the Pizza Parlor's owner right now and tell them I didn't receive my pizza!"
Mop: "You took the test right, why aren't ya giving them the pizza box?"
The Pizza Runner: "I'd rather look for another job than deal with this weasel."
Mop: "You... (sigh) alright do what you are gonna do."
[[Throw the pizza at Ritz's face|pizzaslam]]
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The Pizza Runner: "That's one large, uh... Vampiric's Bane Pizza... right?"
Mop: "Hey you remember, nice job."
Ritz: "H-Huh... that's not the pizza I ordered."
The Pizza Runner: "It says right here on the ticket, unless you are telling me that Hexaroni got the order wrong."
Ritz: "H-he probably did, I am not paying for this!"
The Pizza Runner: "Are you admitting that you forgot what you ordered. Tsk tsk tsk, I am going to ask you to pay up the 34.99 Hexen Dollars right now, or I am not leaving."
Ritz angered by this, tries to lunge at The Pizza Runner, but just before they can, Hexaroni comes rushing to the rescue by grabbing your Mop and smacking Ritz with it.
Mop: "OUCH, geez, ouch my head, warn me next time you do that you psycho!"
Hexaroni: "(pant) I'm glad I got here as soon as I could... Woo... Can't lose another Pizza Runner this quickly again, I'll go out of business, especially without receiving payment again!"
The Pizza Runner: "Boss, you're here! Uh, you didn't need to do that, I could've just whacked them myself just fine."
Mop: "I advise you to please don't for future reference."
Hexaroni: "And let the merchandise touch the floor? No can do! My Janitorial Pizza Runner, here at Hexing Good Pizza Parlor, we make sure the pizza nor the box has touched the floor, for a fresh hexing good meal!"
The Pizza Runner: "But this is not the Pizza Parlor."
Hexaroni: "Great, now that the culprit is unconscious, we can take the money we were owed and they can go straight to the coppers, Ohohoho!"
Mop: "Well looks like you'll have fun with your new job."
The Pizza Runner: "Wish there was more cleaning though, maybe I can clean the pizza with stuff I have lying around?"
Mop: "I would say don't do that, but I kinda want to see where this goes."
So, then Ritz the hooded villain was incarcerated for petty refusal of pizza payments, seeing a penalty of life in the eternal wormhole. The Hexing Good Pizza Parlor grew in popularity after the introduction of Soapy Legume Pizza and Bleached Pineapple Pizza Cubes.
Such rave reviews come from the mayor of the city:
Mayor: "This establishment truly makes my day every time I order a slice from here. I would say, I especially enjoy the new flavors! They just have such a perfect clean taste, that I cannot even feel my organs shutting down. It's to die for!"
The entire city is infactuated with the pizza craze of this decade. [[There is more to come on the Channel Hex at 9|Untitled Passage]].<style>
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The Pizza Runner has been promoted to The Pizza Thrower.
The Pizza Thrower flicks the pizza like a frisbee straight into Ritz's hood. Ritz is surprised and falls backwards onto the bean-filled bean bag. The bean bag explodes all over Ritz.
Ritz: "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! MY ROBES, MY FACE, IT'S HORRIBLE"
The Pizza Thrower's throw was spectacular, as they dust of their hands and walk back to the Pizza Parlor to resign, Hexaroni could be seen watching the entire situation play out.
Hexaroni: "Woah! I never realized the client was the former pizza runner! And I didn't realize you were good at throwing pizzas like that!"
The Pizza Thrower smiles self-confidently: "Well, what can I say, I just know how to throw my job away."
Mop: "(I don't think you know what that actually means.")"
Hexaroni: "Say, why don'tcha I make you my pizza thower instead, business will skyrocket if they see those skills of yours."
The Pizza Thrower: "Hey, more work for me, the better!"
So, that is how The Jobless became the city's best Pizza Thrower they have seen in a long time. Legends would be passed throughout the ages about the technique and skill of The Pizza Thrower's skill in throwing not just their pizzas, but also their job.
[[The Pizza Thrower throws through time itself.|Untitled Passage]]
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The Pizza Runner has been demoted to The Pizza Eater.
The Pizza Eater proceeds to start eating the entire pizza in front of Ritz.
Mop: "I think you have dirt in your ears because I am not sure that is what the job description entailed."
Ritz: "H-HEY, THAT'S MY PIZZA, STOP IT!"
The Pizza Eater: "Nuh-uh"
Ritz: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN NUH-UH, STOP EATING MY PIZZA!"
The Pizza Eater finishes the pizza in a record time of at least 15 seconds.
Mop: "Very impressive, if not concerning."
Ritz falls down to their knees, and starts laughing maniacally? But actually it's just seething sobbing soundings.
Ritz: "Y-you idiot, this will (sniff) cost you your job. M-my pizza..."
Hexaroni approaches behind The Pizza Runner, dark energy can be felt around his presence.
Ritz: "Y-yes, (sniff) this is your so called Pizza Runner that ate my pizza."
Hexaroni: "Money, do you have, the money?"
The Pizza Eater scrambles to take out their wallet, has a 40 Hexen Bill and gives it to them without look at him"
Hexaroni: "Oh, as long as you have the money, I don't care! Good job, my Janitorial Pizza Runner, we are going to have so many fun pizza stories together!"
Ritz: "WHAT, NO MY PIZZA, THAT WAS MY P-pizza..."
Ritz was defeated.
Mop: "Hey, you paid to keep your job, not sure if that's how it works, but you don't seem to be in it for the money, considering how many bills you have in your wallet."
Ritz remained sobbing in The Alleyway, where it became their new home, forever broken that they never received their pizza. The Pizza Eater however, got to keep their job, but at the cost of expelling such a vile pizza out of their system for the next couple of weeks.
[[And so did the days go by.|Untitled Passage]]Mop: "Well there is no turning back from here now... make your choice... feels like we've been followed. Just so you know, I cannot accompany ya now past this point (I have a unique identifier on me, which will alert the staff of your prescence). I can help you one last time here. Just make sure to make it count. Go get your job back."
[[Knock out guards with the Mop.|loudroute]]
[[Use the Mop as a distraction.|silentroute]]
[[Take the Mop with you.|No way]]The Jobless nods sadly, and approaches the guards.
Guard 1: "Hey you, you can't be here."
Guard 2: "Wait a minute... aren't you the one they got rid of a while ago?"
Before they could ask more questions, The Jobless wacks both guards over the head with the mop... The mop snaps into two. It is no more.
The Jobless solemnly run into the facility.
The hooded figure steps on the broken mop as they follow them.
[[...|lr1]]The Jobless approaches the guards from the side, they wack each guard silently. The Mop breaks into pieces. Goodbye Mop. The Jobless sneaks inside where they notice more guards just standing around, looking for trouble. The hooded figure sneaks alongside The Jobless without them noticing.
The guards are going to be a problem, there must be a way to get rid of them to pass.
[[Wack the guards with your hand.|wackfail]]
[[Sneak while they are not looking.|succeed]]Mop: "Listen, I appreciate ya wanting to stick with me. But now is the time we part ways. It was nice being ya mop pal."
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The Jobless' reckless entrance has put the entire building on high alert.
The hallway splits into two, The Jobless can either go left or right.
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The Jobless runs to the left, but there is a dead-end. They try turning around before they notice the hooded figure standing in the middle of the hallway. It was none other than the client that had gotten them fired in the first place, Rit U. Al. Better known as Ritz.
Ritz: "(pant)I... I-I finally caught up to you... Oh, I am not feeling too (gulp) good... Heh... Anyways..."
Guards start rushing toward The Jobless' direction, they have to act fast or else they'll end up in a world of trouble.
Ritz: "Woo, anyways, I am not going to allow you to get your old job back. I had to follow you, because I had a feeling you might want to get it back. Luckily I caught up to you. You will suffer for what you've done to me!"
The Guards are almost here.
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The Jobless runs to the right, and sees the office of the their former boss. Perfect.
The Jobless rushes in to confront their boss and demand their job back.
The Jobless: "Hey! Remember me?"
Former Boss: "Huh? No, who are you? Where are the guards? Guards!? Guards!?"
The Jobless: "Quiet! I do not care if you don't remember me, but you will give me my job, I won't leave without it!"
Former Boss: "Or?"
The Jobless: "Or..."
Suddenly, behind The Jobless appeared the hooded figure, Ritz, the former client that got fired and then proceeded to fire The Jobless.
Ritz: "(gasp) I found... (gulp)... I found you! I will..."
The Jobless: "Or else... I'll throw this nuisance, straight at you?"
Boss: "..."
Ritz: "(pant)H-Huh? Can you repeat that?"
Boss: "HAR HAR HAR, you wouldn't do that would yo-"
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Ritz: "W-What are you doing!?"
The Jobless throws straight at the guards.
Strike?!
All the guards fall down and are knocked down including Ritz, who probably won't be standing for a while either.
The Jobless needs to hide. If they were to be found with the bodies on the floor, it would probably end with a job in a prison or death.
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The Jobless hides in a nearby box. They can hear other guards finding the knocked down bodies. They do not seem to search the boxes around the area, so you are safe for now.
You do not know when to leave the box, but for now, you remain [[The Hidden.|Untitled Passage]]<style>
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With grace, The Jobless grabs Ritz and throws them directly in Boss' face, knocking both of them to the floor, out cold. They wonder if the Mop was still here, if it would berate them for somehow always failing to get a job.
The Jobless: "Oh... I don't think I'm getting this job any time soon... I think I hear some guards, time to hide somewhere."
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The Jobless quickly goes behind the guards and trips behind them. They notice quickly. They are quickly escorted to a mysterious room where nobody has ever lived to tell the tale of. They also seem to take a hooded figure with them as well.
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While the guards are not paying attention, you quickly move across, but then are tripped by somebody behind you. It is that hooded figure that has been following The Jobless for quite a while. It's Ritz, the last client The Jobless ever had.
Ritz: "(whispers)Got you..."
The Jobless: "..."
Ritz: "If you make any noise, you will get caught, and you won't ever get that job back EVER. Which is why I am here to make sure you don't. HEY GUA-"
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Ritz: "Eurrp..."
Ritz collapses on the floor, but it seems the guards are coming back to check what made that noise. You need to act fast or else you might end up like that rat on the floor.
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The Jobless jumps in the suspicious looking box. Seemed it said something about another facility, but it does not matter right now, they needed to hide.
The guards instead of looking for the culprit, they pick up the box that The Jobless is in. What is going on? The Jobless dares not take a peek outside, lest they get caught.
A motor can be heard, it seems The Jobless is going on a trip. A long trip. The Jobless is not getting a job any time soon, but they are very interested in what might lie ahead, they are after all The Trespasser.
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You have found the ''True Ending''.