You wake up abruptly in bed,
a Vision O' Doom in your head.
The Curse and/or Blight
of Unholy Sight
infects you. [[It's starting to spread.]]You've got until midnight! Or dawn!
(The vision's not clear thereupon.)
You'd best [[start to move]]
unless you approve
of all of your bones being gone.You exit your room to the hall.
East, there's [[a light->wampire freezer]], but it's small.
$isVentOpen[West, there's a vent,
removed with consent.
Behind it, [[a shaft you could crawl.]]](else:)[West, there's a vent.
Remove it? (link: "(Assent.)")[(set: $isVentOpen to true) (Assent.)
...and now there's [[a shaft you could crawl.]]]]The light is a wampire's pale face,
reflecting the fridgelight with grace.
She sleeps in your freezer.
You're tempted to [[squeeze her]],
but best not to risk an embrace.
The freezer contains:
$gotSteak[no more steak](else:)[[[a rare steak]]]
some Cherry Garcia
a cake
a wampire (asleep)
Stop lurking, you creep.
[[Go back to the hall; take a break.->Bedroom Hall]]You crawl through the tight, narrow vent.
You sniff, and you catch a dank scent.
A dark, seething mass
through which you must pass.
There's no turning back. [[(You consent.)]]{
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(set: $isVentOpen to false)
(set: $gotSteak to false)
(set: $gotBeaten to false)
}That's such a dumb choice! What the heck!
She wakes up and bites your dang neck!
I must disappear
'til this time next year,
so toodles! Be back in a sec!
<div class="ending">TRUE LOVE'S EMBRACE END</div>You retrace your steps to the hall.
East, there's [[a light->wampire freezer]], but it's small.
$isVentOpen[West, there's a vent,
removed with consent.
Behind it, [[a shaft you could crawl.]]](else:)[West, there's a vent.
Remove it? (link: "(Assent.)")[(set: $isVentOpen to true) (Assent.)
...and now there's [[a shaft you could crawl.]]]]The light is your lovely wife's face.
Her lifeless eyes stare into space.
White sheets are stained red,
she's dead. She's dead.
You murdered her.
Your wife's bed contains:
your wife (dead)
It seems as though you've been misled!
Let me elucidate:
forced to hallucinate
by [[some creepy voice in your head.]][["The narrator tricked me, Your Honor."]]
You might as well not even bother.
[[Asylum]] or [[jail]]...
...or just [[cross the veil->suicide]]
right now. You're already a goner.
You're holding the knife. [[Be a shrine.->suicide]]
Beg mercy and [[let spill the wine.->suicide]]
[[Give from your heart->suicide]]
before you depart
|creepy>[and then you'll forever be mine.]
{
(live: 2s)[
(replace: ?creepy)[to prove this was not your design.]
(stop:)
]}Despite your foul crime's inhumanity,
the judge lets you off with insanity.
A mental facility.
Boredom. Futility.
[[Crippled by constant mundanity.]]That's right. We both knew you weren't strong.
It's fine, because I'll come along.
In this institution
there's no resolution
until you [[admit you were wrong.]]You somehow pretend to be sane.
Congrats. 20 years' worth of pain.
You glad you [[denied me?->Crippled by constant mundanity.]]
If you just [[untied me->(Anoint.)]]
You'd never be lonely again.the pain is so sharp but so brief
as life pours out measured by grief
the blood has been let
from your silhouette
exchanged for this [[blessed relief]]<div class="mainmenu">LIMERICK NIGHT
[[Play->START]]
[[Content Warning]]
[[About]]</div>It's mostly just spoopy, you'll find.
For those brave and able, [[play blind.->MAIN MENU]]
But if you assess
the risk of distress
is greater than spoilers, [[unwind.]]You unwind the thread of the twine,
surveying its twisted design.
You see blood and pain.
You may go insane.
There's suicide, too. [[(You decline.)]]
[[MAIN MENU]]Farewell, and I wish you the best!
This game's not for you, you've confessed.
You may have misplaced
your impeccable taste,
but hey, who am I to protest?I'm <a href="http://pacesmith.com/games/" target="_blank">Pace</a>, and I made this quite quick!
It seems that I'm stuck with a schtick.
Well, no time to ramble;
let's end this preamble.
To start your adventure, just [[click!->MAIN MENU]]Atonement is long overdue.
I hereby admit this is true:
There's no creepy voice.
It's all been my choice.
I'm you and you're me and I'm you.
<div class="ending">NORTH BY NORTHWEST END</div>The one friend you've got in this joint
is me, and I won't disappoint.
So quit the [[cold shoulder.->admit you were wrong.]]
Let's get a bit bolder.
Just let me back in now. [[(Anoint.)]]released by the tongue and the bite
smear forehead palms sex renounce sight
relinquish control
just snooze your spent soul
that's right
go to sleep now
[[goodnight]]<div class="ending">ANOINTED END</div>Not that kind of stake, you big cretin!
This steak is the kind that gets eaten.
Although, come on, really,
this game is quite silly,
so fine. [[But it has to be beaten.]]
You are carrying:
a steak (unbeaten)
{
(set: $gotSteak to true)
}You've misplaced your steakbeater, dang it!
You always know just where you hang it.
No blood will be sucked
if we can conduct
[[a thorough search->wampire freezer]], and then defang it.Double-click this passage to edit it.A steakbeater hangs from a noose
for reasons you'll shortly deduce.
It's part of a scene
for this Halloween.
$gotSteak[You stretch up to reach it - no use.
[[You put a flat surface below.]]
[[You get out your arrow and bow.]]
[[You jump up real high.]]
[[You wish you could fly, and try to turn into a crow.->crow]]](else:)[[[Go back to from whence you got loose.->crawl to hall]]]A good plan indeed, but no dice.
Would you like some helpful advice?
Just chill and let go.
It's softer below.
[[Try once more, and be more precise.->steakbeater]]You shoot through the noose rope and sever
the wholeness of ropeself forever.
But hey, you ol' cheater,
you got the steakbeater!
[[Pull down on the steakbeating lever.]]A good plan indeed, but no dice.
Would you like some helpful advice?
Just chill and let go.
It's softer below.
[[Try once more, and be more precise.->steakbeater]]A good plan indeed, but no dice.
Would you like some helpful advice?
Try harder. Let go.
Bite down. Sink below.
[[Or try once more; be more precise.->steakbeater]]You insert your steak, bloody rare,
and pull down as hard as you dare.
The steak: beaten, battered.
Your shirt: blood-bespattered.
[[The crawlshaft: insert derriere.->crawl to hall]]
You are carrying:
a steak (beaten)
{
(set: $gotBeaten to true)
}It's time for another long crawl,
but it's not so bad after all.
The spiders say hey,
and you're on your way
right back to the $gotBeaten[[[very first hall.->Bedroom Hall Beater]] ](else:)[[[very first hall.->Bedroom Hall]]]You retrace your steps to the hall.
East, there's [[a light->wampire freezer beaten]], but it's small.
West, there's a vent,
removed with consent,
but there's no more reason to crawl.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.A thousand small spiders a-creeping,
all spinning and crawling and leaping
and balancing billing.
Oh hey, they're just chilling
and catching up on some bookkeeping!
They let you pass through with no prob.
You wave and say, "Thanks, spider mob!"
No, wait, you can't wave -
too close of a shave.
[[You exit, your heart still athrob.->steakbeater]]You plunge the steak into her chest!
Surprisingly, she seems distressed.
She gurgles and speaks,
caresses your cheeks...
Whatever! [[You finished your quest!]]The wampire squeaks thrice and then dies.
And now for the grand honkin' prize!
Curse lifted? You're grinning.
**No, it's just beginning.**
[[Why don't you open your eyes?->wampire freezer true]]The light is a wampire's pale face,
reflecting the fridgelight with grace.
She sleeps in your freezer.
You're tempted to [[squeeze her]],
but best not to risk an embrace.
The freezer contains:
$gotSteak[no more steak](else:)[[[a rare steak]]]
some Cherry Garcia
a cake
a wampire (asleep)
as softly you creep
[[the pale one shall nevermore wake]]