TheClockTower

Hello. I’m Fry. Not that it matters who I am. That’s okay. You may have met my friend before. The loud, boisterous one. Yeah, the guy who doesn’t really care and forces existential dread into his stories. Yeah. Fuck that guy. You have meaningful choices here. If your immediate thought is, "hmm, I wonder what race this narrator is," [[click here|GetOut]] If you want to find out what I look like, come find me, atop the tower. You're still falling. [[What tower?|ClockTowerBeginning]] [[I feel serene, falling.|ClockTowerBeginning]]

A clock tower appears before you. You're not falling anymore. There is a lone [[door|FrontDoor]] at the bottom. There appears to be three [[levers|LeverOptions]], one on each side of the tower. Inscribed beside each lever are [[The Three Names]]. Beside the tower is a grassy plot, with the edges melding into a nothingness, a void. Behind the tower, there is a glistening snowy mountain. There’s no way to get there. Not yet.

As the shaky, static, and waved edges of blurred vision appear, you slip into a semblance of a dream state. Falling Falling Falling You vaguely remember seeing and falling through a mysterious pit. It is no longer in sight. [[Falling.|FallingAgain]]

GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU RACIST PIECE OF TRASH.

Falling Falling Falling There's something calming about falling endlessly. Any vertigo you may have had, any sinking chest-compressing feeling, is gone. It's getting colder. No? Warmer? No matter. You're still... [[Falling|Intro to tower]] (set: $JupiterSeen to false) (set: $MarsSeen to false) (set: $VenusSeen to false) (set: $JupiterPulled to false) (set: $MarsPulled to false) (set: $VenusPulled to false)

As you approach the door, you see that there is no handle. You can attempt to kick it in, hoping it is an inward facing door. It gives way. Inside the clock tower, you can see a spiral staircase to the top. Lining the walls are wires that lead nowhere. The levers do nothing. I lied, there's wires. Each lever leads up past the rood of the tower. [[Become the spiral|TopOfTower]] [[Go Back Outside|ClockTowerBeginning]]

You want to inspect the names beside each lever. [[East]] [[North]] [[West]] Planet names, it seems You also contemplate whether or not to [[pull a lever|LeverOptions]] or go in the [[Front door|FrontDoor]].

You climb the last stair, completely exhausted. You see a chest at the top. You see [[me|FryingPan]]. You see a [[ledge|TowerLedge]] facing south, where the door stands below. Did you close that? You can see... (if: $JupiterPulled is true)[Jupiter in the sky.] (if: $MarsPulled is true)[Mars in the sky.] (if: $VenusPulled is true)[Venus in the sky.] nothing else in the sky.

As you move closer to me, you see that I’m a talking Frying Pan. I’m not moving. You realize I’m dead. I’m a deadpan. I’m sorry. I told you that your choices have meaning. But really I’ve only been able to provide you with a few “choices.” I rushed you up the tower too! No! NO. This isn't [[right|FryingPan2]].

As you look down, you notice there is a haystack at the bottom. Was it there before? It looks like it would be soft if you chose to [[leap|ToTheHaystack]] to it. YOU CAN ALSO INTERACT WITH [[ME|FryingPan]]!

As you take a leap of faith, you hear an eagle screech as you soar to the haystack below. You plop down into the haystack, and splatter some weird green jelly everywhere. You feel as if you’ve died, and question why you thought it was a good idea to try to be an assassin. You're falling again. Falling Falling [[Falling|FallingAgain]].

Shit, I didn’t even stop to get your name. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I’m a dumb, dead pan. The staircase only led one way. The levers all had the same purpose. What kind of designer am I? You want choices. You want meaning. You want interactivity. You want a plethora of things I cannot provide. Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you are perfectly content to follow the path laid out for you. I don’t know. I don’t exist in your head. I’m only what I’ve been defined to do, well beforehand. What to do? What to do? Oh, I know, want to hear another Joke? [[No|whynot]] [[Yes|Joke1]]

Why Not? You’re no fun. It’s okay, I’ll tell you anyways. [[But...|Joke1]]

*The Frying Pan stares into your eyes/the camera with a straight face* I’m dead. [[...and? -> Joke2]] [[...okay? -> Joke2]]

Get it? I’m a dead pan. And I said a joke with a straight face? [[? -> Joke3]] [[?? -> Joke3]]

Cause like, Deadpan? No? [[... -> DeadPan0]]

Aw, shit I did it again. I gave you a choice. But the choice didn’t matter did it? I’m sorry. WIll you [[forgive|DeadPan1]]… Never mind. It won’t matter.

I’m even becoming him. Existential dread? Wonderful. I just wanted to have fun and [[pretend everything’s okay|DeadPan2]]. Oh wait! Did you just [[forgive me|DeadPan2]]?

It’s over. I’m the dead pan now. Go to that snowy mountain. Maybe you’ll find meaning there. Of course, you could also jump off. Repeat the cycle. //With that, the frying pan slides over the ledge. Falling Falling Falling An eagle screeches, and you hear the plop of the haystack below. You now wonder who is narrating to you. That question will never be answered. Not all choices beget meaning. Not all choices are choices.// [[The Cycle must continue. ->FallingAgain]] [[Follow the mountain ->SnowyMountain]]

//It's the mountain. It snows. You find peace. For now. You feel an urge to fall again. [[fall|FallingAgain]] (if: $JupiterPulled is true)[ [[Jupiter]] looks nice.] (if: $MarsPulled is true)[ [[Mars]] beckons.] (if: $VenusPulled is true)[ [[Venus]] reaches.]//

You pull the lever. Nothing noticable happens. (set: $JupiterPulled to true) [[Return|LeverOptions]]

You pull the lever. Nothing noticable happens. (set: $MarsPulled to true) [[Return|LeverOptions]]

You pull the lever. Nothing noticable happens. (set: $VenusPulled to true) [[Return|LeverOptions]]

On the East side, Jupiter is inscribed. (set: $JupiterSeen to true) [[return|The Three Names]]

On the north side, the name Mars is inscribed. (set: $MarsSeen to true) [[return|The Three Names]]

On the west, the name Venus is inscribed. (set: $VenusSeen to true) [[return|The Three Names]]

//The storms call. [[All fall|FallingAgain]]. But... [[The Mountain beckons you back.|SnowyMountain]]//

//Mars is cold. And rocky. Curiosity passes by, roving hello. Opportunity lies, dead. Spirit continues, in spirit. [[The Mountain beckons you back.|SnowyMountain]] //

//Venus is hot. You feel hot. But it's fine. Everything's fine. You're okay. Right? [[The Mountain beckons you back.|SnowyMountain]] //