You find yourself sitting in a large, white room. Just in front of you is a table with a knife on it. Across the table is a strange man you've never seen before. Looking around the room you notice that there are no doors or any other way you could have gotten in. Oh, well. What will you do?
[[Look|look]]
[[Talk|talk]]
[[Use|use]]
(if: $lookOne is 11)[[[Look up a walkthrough|Secret]]]
What will you look at?
[[Man|lookMan]]
[[Yourself|lookYou]]
[[Knife|lookKnife]]
Who will you talk to?
[[Man|talkMan]]
[[Yourself|talkYou]]
[[Knife|talkKnife]]
What are you using?
[[Man|useMan]]
[[Yourself|useYou]]
[[Knife|useKnife]]
The blade of the knife is made from a glistening steel with a dark, black, plastic handle. Or, at least, that's what you would assume. It's not exactly like you have a degree in Knifeology or anything. It's a knife. It cuts things. They're all pretty much the same, right?
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
The man sitting across from you looks fairly plain. He's wearing a white dress shirt over top of what looks like a light blue undershirt with standard issue navy jeans. His hair is short and a sort of dirty brown colour, which goes with his pale complexion. When he notices you staring at him, he gives you a small smile. You quickly look away.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
You look down at yourself. You're probably wearing a shirt and pants or maybe a skirt or a dress or something else. I don't know. Why do you need me to tell you what you look like?
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
You introduce yourself to the man and begin to inquire about your current situation. Unfortunately, it seems like he doesn't know anything about the room your stuck in or what's going on. Oddly, he doesn't seem disturbed by the situation and happily sits in his chair, occasionally looking around.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
You try to strike up a conversation with yourself, but you keep shooting down any potential topics you bring up and you don't really seem like you want to talk. You quickly get the hint and stop talking to yourself.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
You and the knife get along quite well, talking about a wide variety of things from topical issues to world politics, however you stopped talking to each other after a very heated discussion about Joseph Stalin's agricultural policies.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
No one likes being used, but don't let me tell you what to do with your life. What are you going to use him with?
[[Yourself|youAndMan]]
[[Knife|knifeAndMan]]
[[Back|Start]]
Thats an interesting way to phrase that, but whatever. What are you going to use yourself with?
[[Man|manAndYou]]
[[Knife|knifeAndYou]]
You pick up the knife. It's heavier than you expected. What will you use it on?
[[Man|manAndKnife]]
[[Yourself|youAndKnife]]
[[Back|Start]]
You walk up to the man and pick him up. He's much lighter than you thought he was, and he dosent even flinch as you pick him up. You hoist the man up onto your shoulders and return to your seat. After a while, the man awkwardly tries to dismount you, falling over in the process. He picks himself up and returns to his seat.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
You go over to the man and pick him up. He makes no effort to stop you and is suprisingly lighter than you thought he would be. With the man in your arms, you walk over to the table and place him on top of the knife. The man sits on the table for a moment, awkwardly looking around, before he finally slides off the table and returns to his chair. After watching all of this transpire, you do the same and return to your chair.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
Why would you do that? He didn't do anything to you. The only thing he's really done at all is just sit there looking contented with himself. Are you really so far gone that you would just violently lash out at someone for no reason at all? What would your mother think? Is this the kind of person she raised you to be? Someone who, when mysteriously trapped in a room with no way out, would resort to killing a man? I think you need to take a break from all of this. Why don't you go back to your chair and think about kittens for a while?
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
You stab yourself with the knife. I'll be honest, I'm not exactly sure why you did that and, judging by the look of the man across the table, I don't think he understands what you're doing either. Blood from the wound slowly seeps out, staining your clothes. After some deliberation, you decide to remove the knife from your chest and place it back on the table. The blood begins to spew forth from your chest more quickly and you soon pass out.
You stand up out of your chair and throw yourself at the man. He catches your limp body and gives you an awkward look, but otherwise seems unphased by this turn of events. He lifts you back over to your chair and sits you down before returning to his own chair and giving you a nervous smile.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
You walk over to the table and lie on top of the knife. You can feel the flat side of the blade underneath your shirt as you shift around. If you weren't lying on top of the knife, the table would actually be quite comfortable. The man gives you a concerned look but otherwise remains silent. After a while, the table begins to make a few creaking noises. You decide that it probably isn't the best idea to lie down on it and you return to your chair.
[[Back|Start]]
(set: $lookOne to $lookOne+1)
Having tried the tired and true stratagey of using every combination of things possible, you are left with no other option than to look up a walkthrough. This room is just too difficult for you to solve. You pull out your phone and quickly look up a walkthrough for You, A Man and A Knife and find out that you were actually supposed to use the knife on the chair you were sitting on. Who the hell would think of that? How does that even work? This game is bullshit. You decide to close this window and go play something else instead.