The Interview

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"This is the beginning of your interview." "Your qualifications and resumé are impressive but I have a some questions that need to be answered." [[next]]

You twist the door know but it's jammed. "Oh you thought you were going to leave my office without finishing the interview?" "You are already off to a bad start. Might as well sit down so we can continue." [[next->next ]]

Dora breathes heavily and sinks into her chair. "I have a job for you." Dora clenches her fist and her eyes bulge fiercely. Her voice is soft. "My employees are talented, yet they somehow fall short from my excellency. None of these cretins have managed to satisfy my clients, and I can not fathom the reason why." "My company advanced technology in ways the world is not ready to understand." Dora points directly at you. "You on the other hand are." [["Whatever you need me to do, I am ready."]] [["Cut the bullshit, what the hell is going on?"]]

Dora furiously lowers her head downward and speaks to you monotone. She chokes on her spit. "Alright. You failed the interview. Although, I would like to offer you another job. The minimum requirements are to be a deceased self-righteous donkey." Dora grabs a pocket knife from her desk drawer. As you violently fidget with the locked doorknob, the office door swings open and you stumble to the floor. You look at the office doors numbered beside you. You decide the door to your right is the fastest exit. [[Open door number two (door to your right)->open the door to your left]]

[[get up and leave]] [[start interview]]

[[start interview]] [[Bang on the office door and call for help->choice 2]]

1 new message from: Riley &hearts; Don't worry about today. I'm here for you. I know this interview seems strange but there's no harm in turning it down. You have a couple of more companies that want to meet you, focus on that. PEOPLE WANT TO HIRE YOU. Your creative design career is going to take off. Maybe if we save some money, we can look for an apartment. I have to get back to work but remember. YOU. ARE. AMAZING. If your first interview truly has a sign-on bonus of $100,000 that money will go to waste with someone else ;) [[2 unread messages]]

1 new message from: Dad ///Don't trhow this opportunity awayyyy. anvjuiuy^^% [[1 unread message]]

1 new message from: Mom Your father is having trouble texting with his new phone. Anyways, you know I have your back. Your father sees things differently but just like I always say, one door always leads to another. You have found such rare opportunities and they may not come around again. All those accomplishments, big or small, speak volumes of your talent. At the end of the day, no one knows what tomorrow brings, keep pushing. [[1 unread email]]

1 new email from: donaldh4 (Dad) Finally, a real keyboard I can type on. First of all, I love you! Second of all, listen to what I am telling you and don't forget our talk. If you don't get any of these jobs, which will most likely not happen, then you're gonna have to start paying for some expenses your mom and I have been covering. Do your best and at the end of the day, I want what's best for you. Maybe put the dream on hold and help your sister out at that deli shop...What's it called again? [[next ]]

[[head to the interview]] [[eat a quick snack]]

At 3:00 P.M., your cab driver drops you off inside of a shopping center. The area around you is mostly dirt and undeveloped except for a couple stores, a bank, and some restaurants. The rest of your surroundings are a couple of neighborhoods. There's little activity and you hear some cars pass by. You look for the office located at building 109. You walk in front of the office door. You see the office door has a logo of a cartoonish pretzel wrapped around a bright yellow lightbulb. [[read the sign on the door]]

You take a bite out of a seemingly delicious chocolate chip cookie but when your cab driver picks you up, your stomach turns into a knot. You read the packaging of the cookie and see that it expired two years ago. You lower the backseat window as the cab driver covers his nose. You nervously ask him to speed up to the nearest gas station. At 3:45 P.M., your cab driver drops you off inside of a shopping center. The area around you is mostly dirt and undeveloped except for a couple stores, a bank, and some restaurants. The rest of your surroundings are a couple of neighborhoods. You don't see much activity or hear anything besides the brisk wind. You anxiously walk into the nearest office building since the gas station wasn't enough. The warm air-conditioning runs across your face as you scout around for the nearest bathroom (today is not your day). Once you find the bathroom door you see a logo of a cartoonish pretzel wrapped around a bright yellow lightbulb. You dart for a sun-colored toilet. [[next ]]

As you open the door, a woman bumps into you. The woman laughs, "I didn't see you there." She appears to have a bony figure. She is wearing a navy-blue cardigan with dark dress clothes. Her shirt says, "Take a bite out of life!" Your stomach growls thinking about the snack from earlier. "Hey, you must be here for the interview! My name is Kendall. I left a stack of applicant forms on the front desk; I'd grab one for you but I'm late to an event." While the receptionist walks to her car, you squeeze into the lobby as employees start to file out. Everyone is talking loudly as you grab an applicant form. Most of the building empties as you sit in a compact waiting area with seemingly a dozen chairs. You look straight ahead to see a long hallway. There is an employee wearing dark dress clothes with a t-shirt that says, "Advance reality!" The employee is talking to a woman in a slinky, ruby red dress. She seems to tower over the employee as he sulks over some type of issue. She starts to raise her voice as the employee scurries out the door in disappointment. The color of her face becomes more intense than her dress. As she makes her way down the hallway to the waiting area, you notice a golden pen on the floor. [[grab the pen and start filling out the form]] [[wave at the woman]]

Once you regain your confidence and feel relieved, you walk back to the front of the office. After all the commotion, you realize there is no one around you. What felt 10 like hours to find the bathroom door was only 10 seconds in reality. Puzzled by the once apparent large office, you sit down in a waiting area with a sizeable amount of chairs tucked into a corner of the room. There's a sign behind the front desk that says, Hungry Developers "Ready to create!" Straight ahead is a long hallway with two doors to your left, one door to your right, and one door at the end. Where a receptionist should be sitting, you spot a stack paper. [[take a piece of paper]] [[continue to sit in the empty waiting area]]

You observe the piece of paper and realize it's a sign-in form. You flinch because you hear loud stomping coming from one of the rooms. You walk over to the front desk to find a pen to write with; however, you find a golden birthday present box. [[leave the birthday present box alone and continue to wait for someone to interview you]] [[open the box]]

"I hope I wasn't too overbearing with Adrian. I can't do anything without him complaining." As the woman walks closer to you, she is shorter than you originally perceived from afar. Her voice is raspy and you notice sleeping bags under her eyes. She doesn't seem old enough to be the boss of a company. She has dark skin and a graceful complexion. As she speaks to you, her eyes seem to narrow tightly. "My name is Dora Hall, and you will be the last candidate I interview today. Usually, my company interviews candidates a few at a time; although, I wanted to save the best for last." Dora takes the form out of your hand. She chuckles. "You won't be needing this." Dora leads you down the hallway to her workroom. You notice workrooms along both sides of the hallway. As you enter her shadowy room, you observe a mahogany desk full of misplaced and scattered papers. There are oil paintings all around from the WPA era in the 1930s. Since Ms.Hall's ceiling lights are faded, most of the light in the room comes from her bronze LED lamp. There are two chairs in front of her desk. [[Sit in the chair on the left]] [[Sit in the chair on the right]]

As you continue to sit in the waiting area, you observe the office some more. You notice how the style of the interior is contemporary like an urban coffee shop; at the same time, the wallpaper suggested you in were in a 70s older folks home with flower prints. You flinch because there are loud stomping noises coming from one of the rooms. As you peer down the seemingly never-ending hallway, you notice the door at the end slowly open. The door opens enough so you only see a dim yellow-lightbulb hanging above a mahogany desk full of misplaced and scattered papers. You notice a splintered bronze LED lamp in front of the desk. A jittery hand twitches and jolts the chain beside the lightbulb. The office goes dark and the door slams shut. [[leave the building]]

"Well aren't you cute?" As the woman walks closer to you, she is shorter than you originally perceived from afar. Her voice is raspy and you notice sleeping bags under her eyes. She doesn't seem old enough to be the boss of a company. She has dark skin and a graceful complexion. As she speaks to you, her eyes seem to narrow tightly. "My name is Dora Hall, but you can just call me Dora. You will be the last candidate I interview today. Usually, my company interviews candidates a few at a time; although, I wanted to save the best for last." Dora takes the form out of your hand. She chuckles. "You won't be needing this." Dora leads you down the hallway to her workroom. You notice workrooms along both sides of the hallway. As you enter her shadowy room, you observe a mahogany desk full of misplaced and scattered papers. There are oil paintings all around from the WPA era in the 1930s. Since Dora's ceiling lights are faded, most of the light in the room comes from her bronze LED lamp. There are two chairs in front of her desk. [[Sit in the chair on the left]] [[Sit in the chair on the right]]

THE INTERVIEW by Zachary Fried [[start game]]

You are about to get picked up from your home for an interview with an unknown client. Earlier, you recieved an email with only the address of the building and the logo of the company, a cartoonish pretzel wrapped around a bright yellow lightbulb. As you wait for your ride, your phone buzzes. [[3 unread messages]]

Dora slams her fist on the desk. A couple of papers drift off the desk. Dora breathes heavily. "The chair on the left is reserved. The one on the right for you." You hastily switch chairs and suddenly notice a piece of paper taped to the back of the left chair. It reads, "RESERVED FOR SPECIAL EVENT" "There is a specific way we run things here. If you'd like a promising career and a $100,000, I'd suggest-" Dora chokes on her spit and coughs abruptly. "I'm sorry, today has been very frustrating and I'm actually quite nervous to meet you." [[ "It's okay, I felt hesitant to meet you too."]] [[ "I think I'm going to leave now. Thank you, Dora."]]

"Oh, thank heavens you can read!" Dora takes a deep breath. You notice a piece of paper taped to the back of the left chair. It reads, "RESERVED FOR SPECIAL EVENT" Dora smiles grandly. "Most candidates fail to read this sign and sit in the left chair, but I knew my best applicant wouldn't fail to exceed my standards!" You nervously chuckle. "I wish I had time to prepare for this interview but you know how work can be. One moment your on top of it all and then the hours go by and...what was I saying again?" [[ "You were saying that sometimes time goes by so quickly."]] [[ "I think I'm going to leave now. Thank you, Dora."]]

"Well, I can assure you it's for good reason." Dora closes the door behind you. She leans back into her black pleather office chair. Her desk and chair oddly appeared slightly smaller than her. "Are you ready to begin the interview?" [["yes."]] [["no."]]

[[get up and leave]]

Dora chuckles with contempt. Her eyes narrow. "It doesn't move fast enough." "The more I think about it, this isn't an interview. This is a job offer." [["Excuse me?"->start interview]] [["Can we talk about this $100,000 sign-on bonus?"->start interview]] [["I have a lot of questions Dora, Start making some sense."->start interview]]

"No?" Dora pursed her lips disapprovingly. "Are you saying you would not like to be interviewed?" [["No, I just wasn't ready. I'm ready now."]] [["YOU ARE CRAZY, I'm getting out of here RIGHT NOW!->get up and leave]]

Dona squeals and claps her hands. More papers fall off the desk. [[Begin Interview->start interview]]

Hungry Developers Office Hours: 8-5 P.M. 555-485-0198 "Ready to create!" [[open the door]]

As you peer down the seemingly never-ending hallway, you notice the door at the end slowly open. The door opens enough so you only see a dim yellow-lightbulb hanging above a mahogany desk full of misplaced and scattered papers. You notice a splintered bronze LED lamp in front of the desk. A jittery hand twitches and jolts the chain beside the lightbulb. The door slams shut and you hear shrieking. [[leave the building]]

You open the box and spot a black 12mm pistol. [[take the gun]] [[close the box and leave the gun alone]]

You return to your seat holding your pistol. As you peer down the seemingly never-ending hallway, you notice the door at the end slowly open. The door opens enough so you only see a dim yellow-lightbulb hanging above a mahogany desk full of misplaced and scattered papers. You notice a splintered bronze LED lamp in front of the desk. A shriveled hand quickly jolts the chain beside the lightbulb and the office goes dark. The door slams shut and you hear shrieking. [[get the fuck out of the building]]

You return to your seat As you peer down the seemingly never-ending hallway, you notice the door at the end slowly open. The door opens enough so you only see a dim yellow-lightbulb hanging above a mahogany desk full of misplaced and scattered papers. You notice a splintered bronze LED lamp in front of the desk. A shriveled hand quickly jolts the chain beside the lightbulb and the office goes dark. The door slams shut and you hear shrieking. [[leave the building]]

You quickly jump out of your seat and dash to the front doors but they are locked. Panicking, you decide your best option of escaping the building is finding a new exit. You DEFINITELY know it would be crazy to try and escape through the door at the end of the hallway. Like for real, whatever you do, don't try and go into that door. That person is crazy. You look at the office doors numbered beside you. You decide the first door to your left is the best option. [[open the door to your left]]

You quickly jump out of your seat and fall on your face. You break your front tooth and feel a cramp in your thigh, Bad move. Panicking and slightly limping, you decide your best option of escaping the building is finding a new exit. You DEFINITELY know it would be crazy to try and escape through the door at the end of the hallway. Like for real, whatever you do, don't try and go into that door. That person is insane. You look at the office doors numbered beside you while tightening the grip on your pistol. You decide the creator of this video game is a afraid to face his fears and your going to show him what bravery looks like. [[Door at the end of the hallway (here's to the crazy ones)]]

Dora anxiously rocks back and forth. She picks the skin of her lips. "This enterprise, which I built at only 19, will not crumble." Dora pauses and turns to look at her paintings. "My engineers developed something we call the Think Tank. Anytime a client needs something advertised...WE ARE A MARKETING COMPANY!" Tears race down her face as she yells. She pulls a couple strands from her hair. "WE SIMULATE ANYTHING VIRTUALLY. DESIGNS OF COMPANIES AND PRODUCTS. ANYTHING MARKETABLE! WHY WON'T ANYONE BUY OUR COMMERCIALS?" [["I'm sorry but I don't understand. What are you trying to say?"]] [["...Well that's the door. I'm going to walk out of it."->choice 2]]

Dora anxiously rocks back and forth. She picks the skin of her lips. "This enterprise, which I built at only 19, will not crumble." Dora pauses and turns to look at her paintings. "My engineers developed something we call the Think Tank. Anytime a client needs something advertised...WE ARE A MARKETING COMPANY!" Tears race down her face as she yells nonsense. She pulls a couple strands from her hair. "WE SIMULATE ANYTHING VIRTUALLY. DESIGNS OF COMPANIES AND PRODUCTS. ANYTHING MARKETABLE! WHY WON'T ANYONE BUY OUR COMMERCIALS?" [["I'm sorry but I don't understand. What are you trying to say?"]] [["...Well that's the door. I'm going to walk out of it."->"This was less of an interview and more of a therapy session. Anyways, time to escape."]]

Dora starts to hyperventilate; Her piercinging eyes focus on you. "I'm not an egregious boss. They act like I'm irrational!" Dora, regaining her confidence and then suddenly losing it once more, starts to pace behind her desk. "I won't let them treat me like I'm disgusting; I'm not disgusting. I'm perfect; I am the product of hard work, talent, and drive." Dora starts to slow her pace. "Today, I redefine Hungry Developers. My employees are required to meet my standards or THEY suffer humiliation, pain, and death." Dora freezes and turns to face you. She takes off her extravagant obsidian heels. "Well congratulations. You have successfully passed the interview. As my new creative director, your first task is to endure my indignation! If you survive, I'll increase your $100,000 sign-on bonus." Dora smiles and you pee a little. [["This was less of an interview and more of a therapy session. Anyways, time to escape."]] [["My first task as creative director is to help you. Let's get you to a doctor."]]

You find yourself again in total darkness; you hear another automated chime. from the right side of your ear there's a crooked whisper. "Profound creativity; kudos. You were able to think on your feet, but how will you do when I take away more of your senses?" An optimistic but quiet narration circulates the room. You only hear the voice partially since the left side of your ear is inaudible. The audio fades in and out because of your environment. "DO YOU EVER.....ALL THE TIME!....NOW, LETS GET STARTED! THIS COMMERCIAL WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BUY HUNGRY DEVELOP-" An automated chime rings. You feel a pair of extra padded headphones wrap around your ears. The narration fades in again. "MONOCHROME HEADPHONES ARE THE MOST DURABLE IN THE WORLD. BOTH SPEAKERS ON EACH SIDE ARE GURANTEED TO LAST MORE THAN 5 YEARS! NEW TECHNOLOGY ENABLED OUR ENGINEERS TO CREATE WIRES THAT, IF BENT, CAN BORROW AUDIO FROM ONE SPEAKER AND TRANSFER IT TO THE OTHER. NO MORE AUDIO FROM ONE EAR!" From the distance you spot a beam of red neon light. As it shoots toward you, an intense ding is heard and then disappears. This repeats as the beam of light tries to strike you. The third time the beam misses, the light disappears but you can hear the intense ding coming back in your direction. "THIS IS THE MOMENT WE ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! TO TEST OUT OUR IMPECCABLE HEADPHONES WITH PERFECT SURROUND SOUND, LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF THE NEON BEAM AND JUMP TO THE RIGHT OR TO THE LEFT TO AVOID IT." The beam is picking up speed and moments from you. [[jump to the left]] [[jump to the right]]

The narrator is back for the last time as cheerful as ever. "HUNGRY DEVELOPER FANS! IT IS TIME TO GO BIG OR GO HOME! HEY NEWCOMER, WHAT WILL YOU DECIDE?" [[go big]] [[go home]]

Before you can open the door, a woman in a ruby red dress lunges at you with a knife. As you throw yourself into the wall of the hallway, she collapses onto the ground while the knife slides to the opposite end of the hallway. Half the side of her scalp is long and trimmed short while the other half looks like it had been ripped off. She howls with resentment. "YOU FAILED THE INTERVIEW! YOU FAIL! YOU FAIL! YOU FAIL!" You turn off the safety on your pistol and shoot the woman three times in the chest. Startled, you drop your pistol and it accidently fires and hits the woman in her right ankle. You look at the woman's office and realize it is sealed off with no exit. You turn to face the office doors numbered beside you. You decide the door to your right is the closest exit. [[Open door number two (door to your right)->open the door to your left]]

You carefully open the door; It slams behind you. You hear an automated chime; You are in total darkness. Suddenly there's a clickedy-clak noise. click...click...CLackk..CLickkk... CLICkkkk...CLICKEDY-CLICKEDY-CLIKEDY-CLACK! Bleak-yellow fluorescent office panels start illuminating above you. Emerging from the dreary lighting are 4 by 4 endless rows of office workers typing faster every second. The room sounds as if the employees are racing against time. Abruptly, a voice booms across the room. "HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED HOW HAPPY YOU WOULD FEEL IF YOU COULD STRETCH YOUR LEGS WITHOUT STUBBING YOUR TOE OR HAVING TO PUSH AGAINST THE BOTTOM OF YOUR CUBICLE?! WELL, PULL UP A CHAIR AND LET THOSE PUPPIES BREATHE!" You hear loud reverberations as the room shakes forcefully. Single bloodshot eyes suddenly emerge from tiny holes in the cubicle walls. As the employees stare at you, gargantuan legs wearing sleek black office pants emerge within the cubicles to the sides of the room walls. As the employees speedily stretch their legs against the room walls, the interior begins to crack and deteriorate. The employees continually stretch their legs at different times causing excessive damage to the room. INTRODUCING, OFFICE SPACE. THE NUMBER ONE OFFICE PLANNING COMPANY THAT BRINGS COMFTORABILITY AND SATISFACTION TO YOUR EMPLOYEE WORK AREAS. CALL US FOR A FREE CONSULTATION. BROUGHT TO YOU BY HUNGRY DEVELOPERS ADvertise- The narration is silenced by another chime. The room swells with wind and you are quickly lifted and sent into the direction of the unstable limbs. [[summon an indestructible hamster ball to guide you across the room]] [[summon foot massage machines]]

You hastily bolt to her office door. Dora follows in pursuit only moments behind. Dora snags her ruby dress on the low hanging chord of her bronze LED lamp and slips on her back. The lamp crashes beside her ace She wails in distress as she tries pull splinters of the lamp from cheek. You struggle to open the door. As you turn around to face the screaming cherry bomb, you notice a couple switches on the right-hand corner of desk. You flip them all hurriedly and trip as the office door swings open. "You already exceeded my expectations. How does a promotion sound?" Dora reluctantly picks up shards and splinters of the lamp and starts throwing them at you. She lodges more pieces of the lamp into her skin than attacking you. You see the front doors down the hallway are locked with an automated mechanism, you need to find a new exit. [[Door number one (door to your right)->open the door to your left]]

"The responsibilities of your job aren't up for negotiation at this time, but your forms of torture are." You stand to view Dora eye level. [["I am not afraid of you. The sooner you realize that the sooner we can get to work."]] [["I am in too deep aren't I?" (you quietly whisper to yourself)]]

Dora folds her arms. "You may not be afraid of me but you will respect me." Dora flips a couple switches on the right corner of her desk. Her office door swings open. "You are the employee I have been looking for, so let's see how creative you are. To your left and right I have simulated commercial environments. My employees say I can get carried away so let me make things simple. I scouted the globe for the most qualified people to be Hungry Developers creative director. You were the only one who met my criteria." "You are dedicated to any job you have ever had. From sign-spinner to a custodian at Doughjo Pizzeria, you never complained and your work ethic never diminished. You somehow maintained your integrity cleaning pineapple pizza off of windows dressed as a blackbelt." "That type of commitment is why you are sitting here today. Your profile shows all your creative design work. From school fundraisers, advertisements, and professional slogans." "Didn't you write the slogan for Doughjo Pizzeria? 'Peaceful prices and a delicious high-kick straight to your mouth!?'" [[You bet :/]] [[No...um-yea-yup that was definitely my genius.]]

Dora squeals; she chokes on her spit again. "You are marvelous; however, your test begins now. I need you to experiment with our simulated commercial environments. If you have the boldest and most wild imagination, I am sure you will live!" "If you want to work as my creative director, I need you to think like your life depends on it, well...it does!" You look at the office doors numbered behind you. [[Door number one (door to your right)->open the door to your left]]

Dora hears you whisper loudly (I know I'm throwing you for a loop just bear with me, thanks - Zach). "You may not be afraid of me but you will respect me." Dora flips a couple switches on the right corner of her desk. Her office door swings open. "You are the employee I have been looking for, so let's see how creative you are. To your left and right I have simulated commercial environments. My employees say I can get carried away so let me make things simple. I scouted the globe for the most qualified people to be Hungry Developers creative director. You were the only one who met my criteria." "You are dedicated to any job you have ever had. From sign-spinner to a custodian at Doughjo Pizzeria, you never complained and your work ethic never diminished. You somehow maintained your integrity cleaning pineapple pizza off of windows dressed as a blackbelt." "That type of commitment is why you are sitting here today. Your profile shows all your creative design work. From school fundraisers, advertisements, and professional slogans." "Didn't you write the slogan for Doughjo Pizzeria? 'Peaceful prices and a delicious high-kick straight to your mouth!?'" [[You bet :/]] [[No...um-yea-yup that was definitely my genius.]]

From every corner of the room you are being punted and knocked around. You shut your eyes as the ball begins to spin at an extreme rate. The wind carries you into another wall as you crash through falling debris of the office. The dizziness causes you to... [[rethink your decisions in life->Door number two (second door your left)]] [[remember your pet hamster, Clarice->Door number two (second door your left)]]

The limbs smack their upright feet, against the foot massage machines. As their heels lock into the machines, their shoes and heels dissipate in warm soapy water, and their feet rejuvenate to the sound of Caribbean music. The room transforms from a dull work environment to a tropical island paradise. The employees hidden behind the cubicles cheer. The narrator exclaims once more. "THIS IS UNORTHADOX AND FABULOUS JUST LIKE MY STYLE." The gust of wind slowly descends you onto the beach. You spot a delicious beverage, a... [[Orange-Cranberry Mimosa]] [[Frozen Limonade (lime flavored lemonade)]]

before you can take a sip from your exquiste drink you... [[awkwardly plummet beneath the sand from a smooth wooden trapdoor->Door number two (second door your left)]] [[gracefully descend from the trapdoor into whatever madness comes next->Door number two (second door your left)]]

The beam strikes your chest and a firey red hole the size of a baseball formed around your chest. There is no blood, damage, or exposed organs. After you stare at your chest in awe, you hear loud applauding and cheering from all directions. You begin to taste dust and bubble gum in your mouth and spit in a downward direction. Stadium lights flash around you and a ballpark organ is played lively. You find yourself in the middle of a baseball stadium packed with fans. Some are holding signs that say, "We love Hungry Developers!" while others have pretzels wrapped around light bulbs on their stomachs and backs. You are guided by random players to home plate as you take in the sights and sounds. As you get closer, photographers blind you with brilliant flashes. [[pick up your pretzel bat->Door number three (door to your right)]]

The beam skims your body and a firey red hole the size of a baseball formed behind you in the darkness. Through the hole you see bright flashes, thousands of people applauding and cheering, and a grand stadium. The baseball stadium is packed with fans holding signs that say, "We love Hungry Developers!" while others have pretzels wrapped around light bulbs on their stomachs and backs. The fire begins to melt a camouflaged door and you enter a dugout of the baseball stadium. You begin to taste dust and bubble gum in your mouth and spit onto the floor. You are guided to home plate by random players while hearing a lively ballpark organ. [[pick up your pretzel bat->Door number three (door to your right)]]

You immediately grow 20x your size (and don't worry your clothes stretched to fit your new size)! Fireworks are launched dancing into the sky, and marching bands perform triumphant songs! A baseball is launched from the sky in a sharp curve; it is headed your way. [[aim your pretzel bat high]] [[aim your pretzel bat low]]

"Your wish is my command but it would have been much more dramatic if you went big...just sayin." The stadium, fans, and everything nearby form into red neon lines and grids. You look to your right and see the same chairs from the Hungry Developer's waiting area. Suddenly, you are right back where you were in the main office. You are sitting in the same seat as before; however, you hear writing and scribbling coming from the hallway. "Well, I don't think you'll make a good fit here. You seem to have missed our criteria by 2%; So close!" "Your creativity is astounding; you'll make a fantastic creative designer one day. I know this was all sort of a rush, so don't be too hard on yourself and good luck on your job hunt, newcomer." You begin to hear footsteps as two gunshots are fired. "Dora is a young hag who finally needed to be dealt with; it looks like today was her breaking point. It is time to renovate everything about this place and its staff. I can't believe I forgot to shoot her earlier. It's kinda funny actually because today is her birthday." SNAP! You hearing something being clipped. The mysterious person takes a deep breath. They are speaking in a gentle manner. "What happened today can not be revealed to anyone for obvious reasons of course. The technology alone is classified. I hope one day Hungry Developers can make interactive advertisements that are FUNCTIONAL. Commercials were a good start...I wonder what I should do next, oh well." You see a woman who looks familiar to you. She is wearing a navy-blue cardigan with dark dress clothes. Her silver name tag with light yellow letters say, "Kendall". POW! A bullet strikes your chest. "This concludes your interview. Goodbye." [[next ]]

"HOMERUN! CONGRATULATIONS, NEW COMER!" The stadium, fans, and everything nearby form into red neon lines and grids. You look to your right and see the same chairs from the Hungry Developer's waiting area. Suddenly, you are right back where you were in the main office. You are sitting in the same seat as before; however, you hear writing and scribbling coming from the hallway. "Well, I don't think you'll make a good fit here. You seem to have missed our criteria by 2%; So close!" "Your creativity is astounding; you'll make a fantastic creative designer one day. I know this was all sort of a rush, so don't be too hard on yourself and good luck on your job hunt, newcomer." You begin to hear footsteps as two gunshots are fired. "Dora is a young hag who finally needed to be dealt with; it looks like today was her breaking point. It is time to renovate everything about this place and its staff. I can't believe I forgot to shoot her earlier. It's kinda funny actually because today is her birthday." SNAP! You hearing something being clipped. The mysterious person takes a deep breath. They are speaking in a gentle manner. "What happened today can not be revealed to anyone for obvious reasons of course. The technology alone is classified. I hope one day Hungry Developers can make interactive advertisements that are FUNCTIONAL. Commercials were a good start...I wonder what I should do next, oh well." You see a woman who looks familiar to you. She is wearing a navy-blue cardigan with dark dress clothes. Her silver name tag with light yellow letters say, "Kendall". POW! A bullet strikes your chest. "This concludes your interview. Goodbye." [[next ]]

"STRIKEOUT! Better luck next time new comer." The stadium, fans, and everything nearby form into red neon lines and grids. You look to your right and see the same chairs from the Hungry Developer's waiting area. Suddenly, you are right back where you were in the main office. You are sitting in the same seat as before; however, you hear writing and scribbling coming from the hallway. "Well, I don't think you'll make a good fit here. You seem to have missed our criteria by 2%; So close!" "Your creativity is astounding; you'll make a fantastic creative designer one day. I know this was all sort of a rush, so don't be too hard on yourself and good luck on your job hunt, newcomer." You begin to hear footsteps as two gunshots are fired. "Dora is a young hag who finally needed to be dealt with; it looks like today was her breaking point. It is time to renovate everything about this place and its staff. I can't believe I forgot to shoot her earlier. It's kinda funny actually because today is her birthday." SNAP! You hearing something being clipped. The mysterious person takes a deep breath. They are speaking in a gentle manner. "What happened today can not be revealed to anyone for obvious reasons of course. The technology alone is classified. I hope one day Hungry Developers can make interactive advertisements that are FUNCTIONAL. Commercials were a good start...I wonder what I should do next, oh well." You see a woman who looks familiar to you. She is wearing a navy-blue cardigan with dark dress clothes. Her silver name tag with light yellow letters say, "Kendall". POW! A bullet strikes your chest. "This concludes your interview. Goodbye." [[next ]]

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