You are standing in front of a brick building with “Madame Ovary’s Pleasure Palace” flickering overhead in red neon. A burly man wearing sunglasses and a black suit is standing impassively near the door.
⟫ enter building
“Not so fast, buddy,” the bouncer sneers as he blocks your path. “You got an invite?”
⟫ inventory
You have nothing.
“That’s what I thought. Come back when you’ve got a golden ticket,” he advises you with a grating laugh. “Until then, take a hike.”
⟫ fight bouncer
Look, you may have a death wish, but try not to lose the game in three moves, okay?
The bouncer grows weary of your presence and disappears inside, barring the door behind him.
⟫ look around
Easy Street Central
It is nighttime, with a pale crescent moon rising. You are on a city street extending east and west. Madame Ovary’s Pleasure Palace lies to the north. A weedy empty lot lies to the south.
⟫ south
The moonlight is weak; you are likely to injure yourself stumbling around without a light.
⟫ east
You are on a city street extending east and west. Apartment buildings lie to the north and south. A cardboard box labeled FREE rests on the sidewalk.
⟫ examine box
What are you, a gynecologist?
The box contains some unwanted items:
- a Toto cassette tape
- a yellow #3 pencil
- a small Lake Placid 1980 flashlight
⟫ take all items
Taken.
⟫ west
Easy Street Central
⟫ south
Weedy Lot
It is too dark to walk around the weedy lot safely.
⟫ turn on flashlight
You aren’t holding the flashlight.
⟫ inventory
You have a cardboard box.
Inside the box are:
- a Toto cassette tape
- a yellow #3 pencil
- a small Lake Placid 1980 flashlight
⟫ take flashlight
Taken.
⟫ turn on flashlight
The flashlight dimly illuminates your surroundings. You are in a weedy empty lot. Small pieces of trash are scattered around. A scrap of white paper gleams in the light.
⟫ examine white trash
What are you, a sociologist?
You pick up the scrap of paper and inspect it. The white side is blank, but the reverse has the appearance of gold foil. Amid some decorative scrollwork, you read the words:
Madame Ovary’s
Pleasure Palace
ADMIT ONE (1)
⟫ north
Easy Street Central
⟫ put flashlight in box
The flashlight is now illuminating the inside of the cardboard box.
⟫ jesus fucking christ
Let’s watch the language, hmm?
⟫ take flashlight, turn off, put back in box
The flashlight is now off. The flashlight is now in the box.
⟫ knock on door
In response to your knock, the bouncer slides open a peephole. “Oh, it’s you again. Didn’t I tell you to get lost?”
⟫ show ticket to bouncer
The bouncer nods, then closes the peephole. You hear the sounds of a bar being lifted and locks being turned. The bouncer opens the door, takes your ticket, and steps aside to let you pass.
⟫ go inside
You are in the main lobby of Madame Ovary’s Pleasure Palace. The windows are adorned with plush red velvet draperies, and the walls are decorated with paintings of classical ribaldry: fauns, nymphs, and satyrs on one wall; maidens, lords, and ladies on another; friends, Romans, and countrymen on a third…
An elegant woman is standing at the foot of the stairs, studiously ignoring you.
⟫ examine woman
What are you, some kind of pervert?
Never mind, don’t answer that.
The woman’s dark hair is cut in a short bob, and her headband is set with a short ostrich feather. Her sleeveless dress is inky purple with teal green ruffs. The neckline of her dress plunges nearly to her waist, displaying her enormous bosoms, and the slit up the side reveals that her legs and ass are just as deliciously disproportionate. Amethyst and emerald jewelry complete her ensemble.
⟫ say “hello”
“Hello, sailor,” the woman replies with a laugh. “I am Madame Ovary; welcome to my Pleasure Palace. I trust that Maurice didn’t give you a hard time outside.” A wry smile crosses her lips. “As you’ll soon discover, we prefer to save the hard times for inside.”
Trailing a fingertip along the mahogany balustrade, she continues. “Please make your way upstairs. Each room is tailored to a different taste; when you find the one suited to you, you’ll know.”
⟫ go upstairs
You ascend the richly carpeted staircase and find yourself at the southern end of a narrow hallway with three doors lining each side. Doors 1 and 3 to your left are closed, as are Doors 2 and 4 to your right, but Doors 5 and 6 at the northern end appear to be open.
⟫ look inside door 5
You catch a glimpse of a naked man, blindfolded and sitting in a chair, before a blonde woman in a gauzy peignoir closes the door in your face.
⟫ look inside door 6
Before you can see anything, the door to Room 6 slams shut with a bang! You hear the skeleton key being turned from inside, followed by thumping and scraping sounds through the gap below the door.
⟫ peek through keyhole
Not a bad idea, but the key is still in the lock.
⟫ peek under door
You see the lowest few inches of a bed, a table, a chair…
⟫ knock on door
You hear a desperate, muffled voice from inside the room.
⟫ look around
Pleasure Palace Hallway
You are in the upper-floor hallway of Madame Ovary’s Pleasure Palace, crouching in front of Door 6, which is locked. A hook on the wall holds a ratty old bathrobe on a rusty wire coat hanger.
You hear a desperate, muffled voice.
⟫ take coat hanger
Taken. You wisely avoid touching the bathrobe as it slides to the floor.
⟫ straighten coat hanger
Done. (Although we appreciate your willingness to lend a hand, Madame Ovary has a doctor on call for that type of procedure.)
⟫ empty cardboard box, flatten it out
You place the items in your pockets and flatten the box into a creased sheet of cardboard.
⟫ slide cardboard under door
Done.
⟫ poke wire into keyhole
Clunk. The cardboard bounces slightly.
⟫ slide cardboard back
You gently retrieve the cardboard, which now has a skeleton key lying on it.
⟫ take key, unlock door 6
You unlock the door and push it open. A young woman with streaks of pink in her hair is lying naked on the bed, wild-eyed and spread-eagled, with her hands and feet tied to the four bedposts. She lifts her head and gives another muffled shout through the gag in her mouth.
⟫ remove gag
You cross the room and untie the handkerchief. The young woman sputters, “He went out the window!”
⟫ look out window
In the moonlight, you see a fire escape leading down to a deserted back alley.
“Is he gone?” the young woman demands.
⟫ say “yes”
“Shit! He paid me to let him tie me up, then he stole everything I made tonight.” She laughs bitterly. “I had a panic button hidden in my hand, but he must’ve known about it; he kept tickling me with his stupid mustache until I dropped it. It’s probably under the bed.”
⟫ look under bed
Among the dust bunnies, you see a $50 bill, a used tissue, and a small plastic device with a red button plugged into an electrical outlet.
⟫ take money and device
Taken. Showing admirable restraint, you leave the used tissue untouched.
“Hey, you think you might wanna maybe untie me sometime?” the young woman calls out from above.
⟫ stand up
“Fifty bucks?” she says with a hint of doubt in her voice, eyeing the bill in your hand. “All right, fine. You’ve been a decent guy so far. I guess you could fuck me, if you promise not to rip me off. But gimme back the panic button first, okay?”
⟫ give panic button to young woman
“Thanks. You got a name, stranger? I’m Callie.”
⟫ say “my name is mithc”
“Mithc?” Callie repeats. “What an interesting name. You don’t meet too many of those.”
⟫ oops mitch
I didn’t understand that command.
⟫ say “my name is mitch, not mithc”
“Well, Mithc,” Callie continues, ignoring your pathetic attempts at conversation, “Enough chitchat. Let’s hurry up and do it before my circulation gets cut off and causes permanent damage. Then you can help me find that bastard who ripped me off. Deal?”
⟫ remove clothes, climb onto bed
You are now naked and on the bed.
“Well, hello there! Let me know if you need any help getting ready.” Callie nods to her wrists. “I can’t really use my hands, though.”
⟫ straddle callie’s chest
“There you go, Mithc! Mouth or tits?”
⟫ fuck callie’s mouth
You slide your hard cock against Callie’s pouting lips, smearing your precum against them before she opens her mouth and takes you inside. Pistoning your cock in and out of her warm, wet hole, you lovingly fuck her face while she emits the muffled moans that first drew you to her. After a few minutes, Callie chokes and pulls her head away. “Damn, Mithc!” she coughs and drools. “You don’t hold back, do you?”
⟫ fuck callie’s tits
“Lucky for you, my tits don’t hang down into my armpits,” Callie observes as you slide your slippery cock between her gravity-defying titties. “Because I can’t use my hands to squeeze ‘em together.” You pound your cock up and down along her chest while Callie leans forward and occasionally manages to flick her tongue against the tip of your swollen cockhead and steal another drop of precum. Eventually, Callie suggests, “How about you move down even lower and put that thing where it really belongs? There’s a condom in the drawer.”
⟫ wear condom
You open the drawer of the nightstand, tear open the condom wrapper, and roll it onto your turgid member.
⟫ fuck callie’s pussy
You thrust into her hot, slick snatch and bang her ferociously, feeling your balls slap against her ass. Callie strains against the ropes, clawing at the corners of the mattress as she writhes underneath you. In her apparent passion, she drops the panic button onto the floor.
⟫ stop fucking callie
Callie gives you a confused look and waits to see what you do next.
⟫ get panic button, give it to callie
“Aw, Mithc!” Callie swoons as she accepts the panic button again. “You’re actually a nice guy! Tell you what—I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy. Would you like that?”
⟫ remove condom
Done.
⟫ fuck callie bareback
“C’mon, Mithc, give it to me!” Callie encourages you as you jam your cock back inside and fuck her harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before. “Shoot that hot load inside me!”
⟫ cum in callie’s pussy
With a long groan, you unleash your load, firing a dozen thick blasts of jizz inside her while she coos and moans.
“Holy shit, Mithc!” she shakes her head. “Untie my feet before I ruin this mattress! God damn!”
⟫ untie callie’s feet
“Eep!” she yelps as she bends her knees and arches her back, trying to keep your massive cumload from flooding out. “Now my hands?”
⟫ untie callie’s hands
Tossing the panic button onto the nightstand, Callie slowly shakes her wrists to get the blood flowing again.
⟫ massage callie’s ankles
“You’re just a big ol’ sweetie, aren’t you?” Callie smiles before turning serious again. “Okay, we gotta get dressed and find the prick who stole my money. I think I see my underwear hanging from the chandelier.”
⟫ give callie her underwear
Callie slides her underwear up her shaky legs and settles it into place with a snap of the waistband. After a moment, she rolls off the bed and crawls around the room, gathering the rest of her outfit.
⟫ get dressed
You dress in your nondescript underwear, shirt, pants, and shoes. Callie, also now dressed, finishes lacing her combat boots and wobbles over to the window. Her firm tits stretch out Garfield’s face on the front of her cut-up t-shirt, and her bulbous ass nicely fills out her ragged black denim shorts.
“C’mon, Mithc, let’s go!” Callie chirps as she climbs through the window onto the fire escape.
⟫ exit window
You join Callie on the fire escape.
⟫ save game
Writing to disk…
Your progress is saved. Your score is currently 31/100. Would you like to continue or quit?
⟫ continue
Fire Escape
You are on the landing of a fire escape outside the upper floor of Madame Ovary’s Pleasure Palace. A cute young prostitute with pink hair is here.
“Keep an eye peeled for clues,” Callie says as she climbs down the ladder to the alley below. “He was careless enough to drop that fifty dollar bill, you know.”
⟫ examine landing
What are you, an airline crash investigator?
You see nothing special about the landing.
⟫ climb down
You climb down the ladder and drop the last few feet to the ground.
“I nearly twisted my ankle,” Callie mutters, then tilts her head. “Oof, your cum is gonna start leaking out of me pretty soon.”
⟫ look around
Alleyway Central
You are in a moonlit alleyway lined with garbage cans behind Madame Ovary’s Pleasure Palace. A small disc glints near your feet.
⟫ examine disc
What are you, a chiropractor?
You pick up the disc and read the following.
Funzee’s
Arcade
“What’d you find?” Callie asks before grabbing your wrist for a better look. “Huh, a game token.” She snaps her fingers. “Mithc! The guy who robbed me was singing Pac-Man Fever while he was tying me up!” She pauses for a second. “Actually, I think he said Pac-Man Beaver right before he licked my coochie, but that’s beside the point. Maybe he dropped this token!”
You flip the token over.
Play games with us!
Easy Street West
⟫ west
You and Callie emerge from the alleyway onto First Avenue West, which runs north and south. The businesses on this block are closed for the night.
⟫ south
You and Callie are on the corner of First Avenue and Easy Street West. A cacophony of bleeps and bloops and ringing bells emanates from Funzee’s Arcade, which looms in front of you. To the east, you can just make out the hulking figure of Maurice outside the Pleasure Palace.
“Now, let’s play it cool,” Callie mutters. “If I see the guy, I’ll signal you. We don’t want to scare him off before we can nab him.” She grimaces. “Although I may need to hit the bathroom first and stuff some paper towels in my undies.”
⟫ enter arcade
You and Callie split up; she waddles to the restrooms in the back, while you creep past the prize counter, where the items range from a lowly piece of bubble gum up to an awesome Casiotone electronic musical keyboard. You soon spot a heavy-set man with a bushy mustache, wearing a fedora and brown suit, playing Ms. Pac-Man and mumbling at the screen.
⟫ eavesdrop
“Yeah, try to run, Pinky,” the man snickers. “I’m gonna eat you up, just like Blinky, Inky, and Sue. And you aren’t the only Pinky I ate tonight!”
⟫ find callie
You intercept Callie outside the restrooms and describe the man.
“That’s him!” Callie hisses. “Where is he?”
⟫ find mustache man
You lead Callie back to Ms. Pac-Man, but the man is no longer there. Callie clutches your elbow and points to the door, where you see the man dropping an entry into a raffle box before exiting to the street.
⟫ exit arcade
You both break into a run, but you slip on a puddle of spilled slushy drink and go sprawling, with Callie landing on top of you. By the time you disentangle yourselves and reach the door, the man is gone.
⟫ examine box
What are you, a…
Whoops, we already did that one.
The raffle box is a clear plastic cube, roughly one foot on each side. A narrow slit, not quite half an inch wide, is cut into the top. Folded slips of paper fill the box more than halfway.
“Mithc, look!” Callie exclaims. “His entry is on top of the pile, but it’s folded! We’ve got to see the inside!”
⟫ reach into raffle box
Neither of you can fit your hand inside.
Over the electronic hubbub, you hear the wooden clack of someone playing Skee-Ball.
⟫ find skee-ball
You are now standing in front of a Skee-Ball machine. The coin slot says 1 token.
“I assume you have a plan?” Callie huffs as she catches up to you.
⟫ insert token
Clack! Clack! The nine wooden balls roll down the chute. You both take turns rolling the balls up the ramp, barely achieving the minimum score to win one point. A ticket slides out, which you take.
ONE (1) PRIZE POINT
Redeem at Funzee’s
Arcade Prize Counter
⟫ go to prize counter
You and Callie approach the prize counter.
“What’ll it be, folks?” the pimple-faced attendant inquires before seeing your single forlorn ticket. “One point, huh? All’s you can get for that is a piece of Bazooka gum. We ran outta Tootsie Rolls.”
⟫ acquire gum
You trade the ticket for the Bazooka gum.
⟫ inventory
You have a cassette tape, a pencil, a flashlight, and a wrapped piece of gum.
⟫ unwrap gum
You toss the wrapper in a nearby trash can. Callie takes the comic strip and glances at it before throwing it away. “Fucking Bazooka Joe,” she scoffs. “It’s as unfunny as an Archie comic, but condensed into three square inches.”
⟫ chew gum
You pop the stale gum in your mouth and begin chewing.
⟫ chew gum
The gum is now soft and sticky.
⟫ go to raffle box
You and Callie return to the raffle box.
⟫ put gum on end of pencil
You squash the wad of gum onto the eraser end of the pencil. Callie’s eyes light up in recognition.
⟫ slide end of pencil into slot
You carefully lower the pencil into the raffle box until it sticks to the man’s folded slip of paper. Lifting gently, you raise the top flap so Callie can read his information through the plexiglass.
Dick N. Bolluchs
132 Easy St E
ph: 867-5308
“Fucking Dick Bolluchs!” Callie snorts. “Let’s go!”
⟫ exit arcade
Easy Street West
⟫ east
Easy Street Central
Maurice must have gone inside.
⟫ east
Easy Street East
“Mithc, look!” Callie grips your arm and points to a two-story apartment building on the south side of the street. “Number 132.” She bounds over and scans the directory. “Here it is—Bolluchs, Apartment 2A.”
⟫ enter building
The front door is locked.
“Should we ring his doorbell, pretend we’re delivering a pizza?” Callie muses. “Nah, he’d smell a rat.”
⟫ ring 2B
No response.
⟫ ring 2C
A sleepy voice crackles through the intercom. “Is that you, Waxie? I’ll buzz you in, but just leave the stuff by my door, okay?”
“Waxie?” Callie mouths incredulously as a grinding noise begins and the lock clicks open.
⟫ enter building
You and Callie are in the ground-floor hallway of a shabby apartment building. The door to Apartment 1A is visible. A staircase leads upwards. The worn olive-green carpeting gives off a faint odor of cat urine.
“Well, I sure don’t smell a rat,” Callie groans, waving her hand in front of her nose.
⟫ go upstairs
You and Callie are in the upper-floor hallway of the apartment building, outside Apartment 2A. The staircase leads downwards. Another door is labeled Custodial.
⟫ peek through keyhole
You really are a pervert, aren’t you?
Callie beats you to it, though, and gasps in surprise.
“Mithc, Madame Ovary is in there with him!” she whispers in your ear. “What do you suppose they’re up to?”
⟫ peek through keyhole
This time, Callie allows you access to the peephole while pressing her own ear against the door.
“Well, Dick,” Madame Ovary begins as she sets her wineglass on the table. “You’ve kept up your end of the bargain. By robbing my girls, you’ve made them scared enough that they’ll gladly pay me a greater percentage of their earnings so I can afford to install security cameras. But little do they realize, I’ll be videotaping their activities and selling the tapes to lonely jackoffs by mail order!”
“That bitch!” Callie hisses through clenched teeth. “She orchestrated this whole thing! Probably tipped him off about the panic buttons, too.”
“And now, Madame,” Dick says unctuously while rising and removing his coat and trousers, “it’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain.”
Madame Ovary smiles tartly, then drops to her knees and takes his hairy cock in her hand, slowly licking up the shaft before inhaling the crown and swirling her tongue all around. Dick wraps his pudgy fingers in her short black hair and starts pumping his hips.
Callie rolls her eyes and whispers, “She’s blowing him, isn’t she?”
Within a couple of minutes, Dick begins bucking wildly and groaning, spurting into Madame Ovary’s mouth. A consummate professional, she swallows his spunk without difficulty. When he finishes, Dick staggers over to the couch and promptly falls asleep. Madame Ovary rises slowly, then checks her lipstick in her compact mirror. “I’ll be in touch soon, Dick,” she vamps quietly as she prepares to leave.
“Shit, we’d better hide!” Callie whispers.
⟫ hide in broom closet
You dash to the door marked Custodial and fling it open. Callie squeezes in beside you and closes the door just before Madame Ovary enters the hallway.
⟫ wait
Her footsteps fade away as she descends to the ground floor.
⟫ exit closet
“Let’s get my money!” Callie whispers fiercely.
⟫ enter 2a
You ease the apartment door open, then tiptoe to where Dick’s suit lies draped over a chair. Dick lies face down on the couch, wearing only a rumpled t-shirt, gently snoring. Callie glances at his big hairy ass and grimaces.
⟫ examine suit
What are you, an appeals court judge?
Callie rummages through his trousers while you search his coat. You find nothing of interest, but Callie flashes a grin as she pulls a sheaf of bills out of his wallet. Nodding with satisfaction, she jerks her thumb in the direction of the door.
⟫ exit 2a
From an open door down the hallway, you hear one side of a telephone conversation. “Waxie, where’s my stuff? … Whaddaya mean, you haven’t left yet? You rang my doorbell ten minutes ago!”
⟫ go downstairs
You detect the faint odor of cat urine.
⟫ exit building
Down the street, you see Maurice closing the door behind Madame Ovary’s prodigious rear end.
Callie pauses to count the money. “Not a bad haul!” she whistles, then her eyes harden as she stuffs the money into her pocket. “Let’s finish this.”
⟫ west
“M-Miss Callie!” Maurice stutters in surprise. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you still be upstairs?”
“Oh, Mithc and I had to run a special errand. We need to see Madame Ovary right away, about her new security measures, if you know what I mean.” Callie winks and slips a twenty into Maurice’s breast pocket.
“I didn’t know you were in on the scheme,” Maurice says, his grin widening. “We sent all the other girls home early.” He bows theatrically and opens the door. “Entrez-vous.”
⟫ enter building
Callie squeezes your hand. “We’d better find Madame Ovary before Maurice sees her and they put two and two together.”
⟫ look around
Main Lobby
You are in the main lobby of Madame Ovary’s Pleasure Palace. The door behind you leads outside. Plush red velvet draperies cover the windows, and delightfully naughty paintings cover the walls. A grand staircase leads upwards. A door marked Office can be seen behind the reception desk.
⟫ listen at office door
You hear nothing.
⟫ enter office
The office door is unlocked. As you step inside, Callie gasps, “Shit, Maurice is coming!” before closing the door behind you. You hear a muffled conversation between Callie and Maurice, which seems to be going well until Madame Ovary arrives and raises her voice.
⟫ exit office
You open the door and see Callie struggling with Maurice as he half-carries, half-drags her up the stairs. “Mithc!” she shouts before he clamps a huge paw over her mouth. Your view is blocked by Madame Ovary, who steps in front of you, whips a small pistol out of her garter, and points it squarely at your crotch.
“Do you like my little pea shooter?” she asks with a nasty smile, backing you into the office and locking the door behind her. “It isn’t much, but it’ll blow away your peepee if you try anything stupid. The mother-of-pearl inlay doesn’t really match the rest of my jewelry, so I keep it hidden away.” She idly fingers the large oval amethyst dangling between her breasts and sighs wistfully, “Such a shame. If only I had some jewelry to match it.”
⟫ fuck madame ovary’s boobs
You slowly undo your belt and ease your pants and underwear down to expose your rapidly-growing cock. Madame Ovary’s eyes glow with anticipation as she kneels before you and slides her dress down past her shoulders. After drooling a trail of slippery saliva between her bountiful bare bazooms, she looks up at you expectantly, still holding the derringer loosely in one hand. You grasp two huge handfuls and slam your stiff cock between her bouncing balloons. On the desk behind her, you notice an electronic display with an array of six small red lights. “5” illuminates briefly.
⟫ cum between madame ovary’s boobs
With a low growl, you begin firing your semen all over her sternum.
“A pearl necklace!” she squeals with glee. “Just the thing to pair with my pistol!” She rushes to the far side of the office to admire herself in the mirror, hefting her tits with her arms and turning this way and that, admiring the opalescent shimmer, while you pull up your pants.
⟫ unlock door
You quietly turn the skeleton key, and the lock disengages with a faint snick. Madame Ovary continues ogling her cum-covered chest in the mirror.
⟫ take key
Taken.
⟫ exit office
As you slip out the door, Madame Ovary snaps out of her reverie. “Where do you think you’re going?” she snarls as she drops her heavy breasts and begins to raise the pistol.
⟫ close door
Madame Ovary levels the pistol at your head as you slam the door closed.
⟫ duck
Bang! Bang! Two bullets rip through the door above you.
⟫ lock door
You lock the door just in time. Madame Ovary rattles the doorknob and then cackles through the splintered holes, “You’ll never rescue that girl! Maurice will be back with my limousine any minute now! He stashed her somewhere upstairs, and we’ve electronically booby-trapped all the doors! And not the good kind of booby, either!”
⟫ exit building, go around to alleyway, climb up
Fire Escape
⟫ open window of room 5
You manage to raise the sash.
⟫ enter room 5
You clamber in through the window.
“Mithc?” Callie calls from under the bed. “Is that you?”
⟫ look under bed
Among the dust bunnies, you see a panic button, a used tissue, and a cute pink-haired prostitute with her hands and feet bound.
“It is you!” she beams. “I knew you’d get my signal. Quick, get under here; I hear footsteps.”
⟫ hide under bed
And not a second too soon! You hear the beeping of an electronic keypad, then Madame Ovary bursts in. “Out the window!” she rages, then turns and races along the hallway and down the stairs. Through the open door, you hear her shouting, “Maurice, block the alley!”
⟫ untie callie
“Gee, Mithc,” Callie smiles after being freed. “That’s the second time you’ve had to untie me. I used to have a rope fetish, but after tonight I’m not so sure.”
⟫ stand up
You and Callie crawl out from under the bed.
“That woman is nuts,” Callie says, dusting herself off. “I think we’d better go to the police. There’s a shortcut through the empty lot.”
⟫ exit building
You hurry along the hallway and down the stairs, exiting to the street.
⟫ turn on flashlight
The flashlight is now on.
⟫ south
Weedy Lot
⟫ south
You cross the street and climb the steps of the Central Police Precinct.
“Well, Mithc,” Callie laughs, gazing into your eyes. “Who’d have thought that a call girl and an amateur burglar would end up here, of all places!” Slipping her arm through yours, she nods at the door. “Shall we?”
⟫ enter building
Writing to disk…
Congratulations! You have completed the game. The police will surely take care of things from here.
Your score is 97/100. Would you like to restart or quit?
⟫ quit
———
Monday morning, Central High School Bus Stop #19
“Hey, Mitch! Do anything fun this weekend?”
“Hey, Kelly.” You casually look her over from head to toe: streaks of purple in her hair, ripped Pink Panther t-shirt, Levi’s jeans cutoffs, Doc Martens. “Not much. I played a new computer game, one of those text adventures where you gather items and solve puzzles.”
“Hmm, not really my thing.” She pops a piece of gum in her mouth and reads the comic strip before rolling her eyes. “Ugh, fucking Bazooka Joe!”
“As unfunny as an Archie comic, but condensed into three square inches.”
Kelly’s eyes narrow as the bus arrives. “How did you know I was gonna say that?”
“Lucky guess. Say, uh, you think you might wanna maybe play Skee-Ball together sometime?”
