You drive your shiny Lamborghini to the shady bar you usually go to. The Oyster Bar has always been there for you, even when your wife wasn't. \n\nYou walk into the joint, and the bartender awknowleges you. You're a regular here.\n\nYou ask for a Old Fashioned and drink your problems away for the night. . .\n\n[[continue]]
Rachel's voice greets you as you accept the call.\n\n"Is everything okay?" she asks in concern.\n\nYou laugh. "No, I'm picking up from the afterlife."\n\nShe laughs as well. "Well, don't come home too late, honey. It's already past midnight, you know."\n\nYou agree, and promise not to come home too late. \n\nThe call ends.\n\nThe time is 12:45 A.M.\n\n[[continue working|continue working3]]
You choose to stay quiet- it's not time for an objection- yet. \n\n"Ahum-" Baker stutters. "They deserved it?" \n\nA murmur of disapporval eminates from the jury.\n\nStrike one. You should have objected.\n\nThe time is 9:55 A.M.\n\nYou close your eyes. Feeling an odd feeling in your chest, you feel something coming on. . .\n\n[[Restart Trial]]\n[[continue|2]]\n\n<<set $visited_Restart_trial = "yes">>
You walk towards the door. \n\nAlthough there is no knob to the door, there is a keyhole.\n\nYou can make out the faint etching of letters made by another soul.\n\n"Nolite te bastardes carborundorum"\n\nYour fingertips brush against the scratches. You assume it's Latin, and don't know what it means. \n\n<<if $wires eq "true">>\n[[use wires to pick lock]]<<else>>\n[[back to room]]<<endif>>
At the end of the hallway, there are two doors.\n\nHe's approaching closer and closer.\n\nLeft or right?\n\n[[left]]\n[[right]]
<<silently>>\n<<set trueending=yes>>\n<<endsilently>>\nIt's your tongue.\n\nYour stomach drops, and you feel cold. Your heart races. Your mind is running a thousand miles an hour, trying to grasp a possible reason why he has forsaken you.\n\nHe turns around and walks away from you, leaving you in silent tears of betrayal.\n\nYou feel hands under your arms and they lift your lifeless corpse from the floor. The hands burn into your flesh.\n\nYou jolt awake in fear. \n\nYou aren't in your room anymore.\n\nTwo scientists are carrying you on each side, with their hands under your arms.\n\nThis isn't a dream.\n\n\n\n\n\t\t\t\t\tEND PART I\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]
As you inspect his wound futher, you feel something cold and hard pierce the top of your skull. Blood drips onto your face, blurring your vision with red.\n\n\nSuddenly, the scene changes and you are looking at his feet. You look up, and he's looking maliciously at you. His face is shrouded in a dark mist.\n\nIn shock, you realize his hand is covered in blood. He laughs. You cry out in pain. You try to form words, but to your horror, your tongue was cut from your mouth. He kicks you and opens his bloodied hand.\n\n[[look into hand|dream3]]
"People of the court! Do you hear the flawed accusations the prosecution?"\n\nThe eyes turn to you.\n\nYou pull out Baker's intentionally tampered medical record as the judge raises a curious brow.\n\n"The prosecution states that 'a truely mentally insane man' wouldn't murder someone because 'they deserved it'! However, the prosecution has not seem to have read Baker's medical history!" You begin to recite from the record.\n"'Baker, a diagnosed schizophrenic, often takes his anger out on inanimate or animate objects. Notably in the past, he has killed domesticated dogs and cats, with the reasoning of 'I bring justice as the hand of God. '"\n\nThe eyes turn to the persecution. \n\n"Well then, Mr.Baker, why did they deserve it?"\n\n[[Continue|3]]
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_get_up eq "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\nAs your feet touch the floor of the white tile, you shiver. The floor is unusually cold.\n\n<<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "yes">> You stand, unhindered by your heart monitor. You glance at the window, paronoid of someone watching.\n\n[[examine door]]\n[[examine room]]\n[[examine window]]\n[[sit back down|sit patiently]]\n[[search bed]]\n[[examine broken heart monitor]]\n\n<<else>> You stand, somewhat hindered by your heart monitor. \n\nbeep.\n\nYou lean against it, feeling like an elderly man in a nursing home.\n\nbeep.\n\nYou glance at the window. You feel eyes watching you through the blackness. That, or maybe just paranoia.\n\nbeep.\n\n[[remove heart monitor wires]]\n[[examine room]]\n[[examine window]]\n[[sit back down|sit patiently]]\n[[search bed]]<<endif>>
You lock up shop and enter in your car. \n\nWhere to?\n\n[[the bar]]\n[[home]]
Baker, still in a state of concentration, responds beautifully.\n\n"I had a vision that someone told me that those men in particular did wrongdoings in their lives. The man said he'd kill me if I didn't."\n\n"Who was the man?"\n\n"I don't know."\n\nThe time is 10:02 AM.\n\n[[Object!|4]]\n[[Stay silent|sh2]]
\n<<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "yes">>\n\nYou decide to be a good SUBJECT 3 and continue to wait patiently. "They" would be upset that you removed and broke your heart monitor, but they'll have to deal with it.\n\n[[get up|get up 2]]\n[[wait]]\n[[examine bandage]]<<else>>\n\nbeep.\n\nYou decide to be a good SUBJECT 3 and continue to wait patiently. "They" would be happy you didn't mess anything up. \n\nbeep.\n\nBut that monitor is driving you mad. \n\nbeep.\n\n[[remove heart monitor wires]]\n[[get up|get up 2]]\n[[wait]]\n[[examine bandage]]<<endif>>
"So, when was the first time you realized these... visions... were not imagination?"\n\n"Excuse me?" said Baker, trying to look offended.\n\nThe time is 10:10 AM.\n\n[[Object!|Object5]]\n[[Stay silent]]
You take a deep breath.\n\nThere's a sound of cracking as you rip it out of your head. It's attached to your skull.\n\nBlood begins to run down your right ear as well.\n\n<<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "yes">>\n[[pull once more]]<<else>>\nFor the past few minutes, your heart has been racing.\n\nBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP\n\nOh. Your monitor has tracked all of that.\n\n[[pull once more]]\n<<endif>>\n\n\n
Ultimo ex nobis
"Objection!" you exclaim feverently.\n\nThe eyes turn to you.\n\n"My client, as proven through his medical records, is mentally unstable! How could he possibly answer that question rationally?"\n\nThe judge muses your outburst. \n\n"Yes, we can't expect that. But nonetheless, his answer is needed in order to develop his point of view on the matter."\n\nThe eyes turn away. Baker, picking up the hint, answers the question accordingly.\n\n"The men looked at me funny."\n\nYou raise a brow. That answer will have to do.\n\n[[continue cross examination|2]]
BEEPBEEP\n\nThe alarm rings again as you set your head onto your bed.\n\nBEEPBEEP\n\nYou blissfully ignore the shrillness of the alarm and lay back in bed.\n\nBEEPBEEP\n\nYour paper thin off-white sheets provide little comfort against the unusual coldness of your room. \n\nYou curl up in a ball and drift back to sleep.\n\nBEEP beep. . .\n\n[[continue|dream]]\n
You've never picked a lock before.\n\n[[wiggle wire into keyhole|caught]]\n[[turn wire in keyhole|caught]]\n[[grind wire into keyhole|open]]
<<silently>>\n<<set God +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou exhale and open your eyes.\nThe jury shifts restlessly.\n\nThe established CEO's face was a hard mask. The look of pure concentration.\n\n"They deserved it? Are you confident in that answer?" The persection retiterated. You realize they picked up their lead.\n\n"Judge, would a truely mentally insane man murder three men, who happen to all be homosexual, just because "they deserved it?" This is beginning to show the signs of a hate crime, don't you think?"\n\nYou smirk. It's your chance to fix your mistake earlier.\n\n[[Object!|Obj3]]
The time is 10:20 AM.\n\nYou rise from your seat.\n\n"I call to the stand the officer that arrested my client on the night of August 1st, Mr. Daniel Swegali." \n\nAfter swearing upon the Bible, Swegali sits down for cross examination.\n\n"So, Mr. Swegali."\n\n"That's my name."\n\nYou sit on the edge of the table that was reserved for you and Baker, giving the illusion of ease- when in reality, your mind is racing.\n\n"Can you please enlighten the men and women of the court of your account of how you discoved the murders?"\n\nSwegali leans back in his seat and sighs. \n\n[[continue|Swegali 1]]
The door opens. Three men in white lab coats enter into the room.\n\nUsually you are familiar with the scientists, but today, these men are new and very young.\n\nYou sit, waiting for instruction.\n\nTwo of the three men examine your body, much like a physical at the doctor. <<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "no">>\nThey remove your monitor. Thank God.\n<<endif>>\n\nSuddenly, they grab you by both arms, and drag you out the door. You resign into submission. Struggling won't help.\n\nThey escort you into the surgical room that you were in before.\n\nThey sit you onto the cold steel table.\n\nYou sigh in defeat.\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]\n
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_get_up eq "no">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou sit on your bed, waiting.\n\n<<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "yes">>\n\nMinutes pass.\n\nYou wait for the men in the white coats to take you for experimentation. You shiver as you reminice on yesterday's events: the cold knife cutting through your scalp as you wimper in pain. For an unknown reason, "they" don't use anesthesia, but only administer a large dose of sedatives. They have inserted something into your head, but you don't have any clue on what it could be. A bandage is taped onto your shaved head.\n\nYou hate it here. \n\n[[examine room]]\n[[continue waiting]]\n[[get up]]\n[[examine bandage]]<<else>>\n\nbeep.\n\nMinutes pass.\n\nbeep.\n\nThat heart monitor is bothering you. Your eyebrow twitches in annoyance.\n\nbeep.\n\nYou wait for the men in the white coats to take you for experimentation. You shiver as you reminice on yesterday's events: the cold knife cutting through your scalp as you wimper in pain. For an unknown reason, "they" don't use anesthesia, but only administer a large dose of sedatives. They have inserted something into your head, but you don't have any clue on what it could be. A bandage is taped onto your shaved head.\n\nYou hate it here. \n\n[[remove heart monitor wires]]\n[[examine room]]\n[[continue waiting]]\n[[get up]]\n[[examine bandage]]<<endif>>\n\n
AUGUST 3, 9:49 AM\nNYC DISTRICT COURT\nTRIAL ROOM NUMBER 3\n\nThe trial of Joel Baker has been going under examination for the past 49 minutes. The tension in the white court room has been thickening by the second. \n\nIt has not been going well. You have not yet convinced the jury and judge that Baker is guilty while insane. \n\nYou sweat in your seat. Your job is on the line. Your beautifully made designer suit and looks won't help you now.\n\n"The prosecution calls Mr. Joel Baker back to the stand!"\n\nYour breath catches in your throat. So far, he has been playing his "insanity" card in the utmost mediocre fashion.\n\nBaker takes the stand. \n\nWhile he is being questioned, you know you could make objections to absurd questions, or if you need to cover up something for him.\n\n"Let the cross examination begin," says the judge in a booming voice. He struck his gavel down for unneeded emphasis. The BANG resounded throughout the court room.\n\n[[proceed to cross examination]]\n\n
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires = "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $visited_get_up eq "no">>\nSlightly annoyed by the constant beeping, you remove the wires on your chest, or as "they" like to call them, holters. The heart monitor gives the flat note of heart failure. Frowning, you kick the monitor over, causing a loud CRASH agaist the white tiled floors. However, the white noise of the monitor stops.\n\nYou glance at the one way mirror again. If someone is behind that glass, they either don't care, or are observing you closely.\n\nThere is silence.\n\n[[get up]]\n[[sit patiently]]\n<<else>>\n\nSlightly annoyed by the constant beeping, you remove the wires on your chest, or as "they" like to call them, holters. The heart monitor gives the flat note of heart failure. Frowning, you kick the monitor over, causing a loud CRASH agaist the white tiled floors. However, the white noise of the monitor stops.\n\nYou glance at the one way mirror again. If someone is behind that glass, they either don't care, or are observing you closely.\n\nThere is silence.\n\n[[examine door]]\n[[examine room]]\n[[examine window]]\n[[sit back down|sit patiently]]\n[[search bed]]\n[[examine broken heart monitor]]<<endif>>\n
<<silently>>\n<<set God +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou open your eyes.\n\nThe time is 10:10 AM again.\n\nThe persecution seems puzzled from Baker's previous answer.\n\n"So, when was the first time you realized these... visions... were not imagination?"\n\n"Excuse me?" said Baker, trying to look offended.\n\nYou grimace. You couldn't have helped yourself the first time you ran your mouth.\n\n[[Stay silent]]\n
Locked.\n\nYou are pushed against the wall and tased by the scientist. You groan, and fall helplessly to the ground.\n\nHe tases you again, and stomps on your right thigh, crushing the bone surprizingly easily.\n\nYou black out from the pain. \n\nAs you slip away, you realize you messed up. Big time.\n\n\t\t\t\t\tEND PART I\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]
You remove the bandage's tape. \n\nThe incision on the back of your head is indeed slightly open. It's sore to the touch.\n\n[[search incision]]
You race down the semi-empty walkways of the snowy Harvard campus and manage to creep into your Humanities class from the back. You close the door quietly behind you and look around.\n\n<<if $visited_scramble_to_get_ready eq "yes">>\nThe white colored room is inhabited by a surpizingly little amount of people. You see only a handful of students sitting in seats. You notice the professor is perusing through a paperback novel.\n\nYou raise a brow curiously. You look at the clock in the front of the room; to your suprise, its hands read 8:30. \n\nYou take a seat.\n\n[[check phone]]\n[[review notes|review notes1]]\n[[talk to classmate]]\n<<else>>\n\nYou see only a handful of students sitting in seats. You notice the professor is perusing through a paperback novel. \n\nYou take a seat.\n\n[[review notes]]\n<<endif>>
<<silently>>\n<<set trueending=yes>>\n<<endsilently>>\nA loud BANG sounds as the door slams open. \n\nYour vision blurs around the edges.\n\nYou hold your hand out, trying to make sense of the of what's in your hand.\n\nA shard of broken mirror. . .?\n\nYou black out.\n\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tEND PART I\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]
The first thing you hear when you walk infont of your door is the blaring rap music being played by your neighbor. Judging by the pileup of cars parked on your street, he's having a party.\n\nYou moved into one of the cheaper apartments in New York City, and that means the quality of your neighbors has also decreased.\n\nYou open the door of your cold apartment. Your wife is no where to be seen. \n\nYou creak open the door of your bedroom. You shed your clothes and slither into bed.\n\nYou sleep, soundly as you could with the excess noise from the neighbors.\n\n[[continue]]
You stand in the hallway of your living quarters. You see some people idly standing in the hall, conversing in low voices.\n\nWhere to?\n\n[[Back to room]]\n[[To class]]
You choose to ignore your needy wife. Whatever she has to say, it could wait. This case is more important.\n\nThe phone stops vibrating. \n\nYou finish your papers. You glance at the corner of your desktop.\n\nThe time is 1:30 A.M. \n\nRachel will be furious you didn't answer her call, or notify her about your lateness.\n\n[[go home|go home1]]
<<silently>>\n<<set God +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\n\nThe time is 9:51 AM.\n\n"The persecution will begin cross examination now," restated the prosecuting lawyer.\n\nBaker shifts in his seat again. He knew that this case was teetering on the string of fate, and it was definetly not in his favor.\n\n"So, why exactly did you decide to murder these three innocent men?"\n\n[[object!|obj1]]
You touch the bandage on your head. It's slightly damp from your blood. You frown, and assume that the incision opened up during your sleep.\n\n[[remove bandage]]\n[[continue waiting|wait]]\n[[get up|get up 2]]\n
Swegali closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.\n\n"It was about 8 in the evening when I recieved a concerned call from one of Mr. Baker's neighbors. The neighbor called to inform the police station that he heard yelling from Baker's condo and was worried about the safety of Baker's girlfriend, Julia."\n\nHe opens his eyes and takes in the courtroom.\n\n"I came at his door at 8:30. As we approached his door, I did not note any yelling, but I noticed a strange smell eminating from Baker's residence. Assuming it was some sort of food fiasco, I knocked on the door. Julia answered, and was in a state of distress, crying and clothes torn."\n\nHe took a deep breath and steadied himself.\n\n"I asked if I could come in, and she let me," he recited slowly. "I drew my gun, and looked for Mr. Baker. I found him standing over a nude body on his kitchen table; he was dead. He spotted me, and attempted to make a run for it, but I managed to arrest him in time."\n\nHe paused. "That is all."\n\n[["Why do you believe Baker did this?"]]\n[[dismiss Swegali]]
You knock scientist number 2's head against the wall. Your forty year old muscular build overpowers his young, lanky one. You hear a CRACK and blood splatters against the wall.\n\nYou take his clothes and dress yourself in them.\n\nYou take his ID and remove your plastic wristband. You slip it on his wrist, and you walk away calmly.\n\nYou seek revenge.\n\n\t\t\t\t\tEND PART I\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]
Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you raise your head and take in your surroundings. \n<<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "yes">>\n\nYour eyes grow quickly accustomed to the bright lights overhead. Your small, square room is all white: white walls, white tile, off-white bed sheets. It's the only thing you've ever known.\n\n\nYou are sitting in a small white-sheeted bed pushed against the wall behind you. About 5 feet in front of you, there is a one way window. Unable to see anyone except your own reflection , you notice the distasteful medical cotton gown you're wearing. To the immediate left of the window, there is a door with no handle. \n\n\nThere is an unnerving silence in the room.\n\n\nYou nervously scratch at the plastic ID wristband on your left wrist. You glance at the print. It reads "SUBJECT 3".\n\n[[get up]]\n[[sit patiently]]<<else>>\nbeep.\n\nYour eyes grow quickly accustomed to the bright lights overhead. Your small, square room is all white: white walls, white tile, off-white bed sheets. It's the only thing you've ever known.\n\nbeep.\n\nYou are sitting in a small white-sheeted bed pushed against the wall behind you. About 5 feet in front of you, there is a one way window. Unable to see anyone except your own reflection , you notice the distasteful medical cotton gown you're wearing. To the immediate left of the window, there is a door with no handle. \n\nbeep.\n\nThere is an unnerving silence in the room; the only sound you hear is the continual high pitched beeping of your heart monitor. \n\nbeep.\n\nYou nervously scratch at the plastic ID wristband on your left wrist. You glance at the print. It reads "SUBJECT 3".\n\n[[get up]]\n[[remove heart monitor wires]]\n[[sit patiently]]<<endif>>
. . .\n\nAfter using your key, you unlock your warm condo. You open the door and you spot your wife in front of the television; she fell asleep waiting for you.\n\nGingerly, you pick her up and tuck her into bed.\n\nYou join her after a shower and a clean change of clothes.\n\nYou turn your bedside lamp off and stare at the ceiling. Tomorrow's the big day, you think. \n\nOne false move, and your life of security you've provided to you and your wife -gone- in an instant.\n\nYou drift off, trying to clear your mind of worry.\n\n[[continue]]
You lean forward in your chair and continue typing your case.\n\nWhile working, you can't help but think about the difficulty of convincing the judge and jury that Baker is guilty while insane. \n\nThis case has also gained a signifigant amount of media attention; Baker just so happened to be a co-president of a big name banking company. Eyes will be turned to both you and Baker. \n\nYou can't help but stress, even though you know you shouldn't. \n\n. . . \n\nYou finish your papers. You glance at the corner of your desktop.\n\nThe time is 1:30 A.M. \n\n[[go home|go home]]
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Baker's answer was more than satisfactory, in your opinion. The persecution seems puzzled.\n\n"So, when was the first time you realized these... visions... were not imagination?"\n\n"Excuse me?" said Baker, trying to look offended.\n\nThe time is 10:10 AM.\n\n[[Object!|Object5]]\n[[Stay silent]]
"I obj-"\n\nBANG!\n\nThe judge gives you an impatient look.\n\n"There's no need to object to this statement," he declares.\n\nYou shrink back in your seat. You thought it would be best to object.\n\nBaker's concentration breaks. He begins to stutter.\n"I-ah-uhm..."\n\nThe persecution clears his throat. "May I repeat, when exactly did you begin to show symptoms of a mental illness?"\n\n"I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was four, ma'am- I mean, sir."\n\n"Based on the information in your medical record, you were diagnosed with schizophenzia about 3 years ago." \n\nA murmur of concern rose from the jury, and you curse. If Baker had kept his cool, he would have kept his story straight.\n\nThe time is 10:05 AM.\n\nYou close your eyes. Feeling an odd feeling in your chest, you feel something coming on. . .\n\n[[Try Again|TA 2]]\n[[ignore the feeling|Stay silent]]\n
<<silently>>\n<<set trueending=yes>>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou quietly swing the door open. The hall is empty.\nYou step into the cool, white hallway hesitantly.\n\n<<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "no">>\n"SUBJECT THREE, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR ROOM."\n\nYou curse. They must have heard the beeping of your monitor. \n\nYou hear an angry voice and footsteps coming from the right.\n\n[[RUN]]<<else>>\nSuccess.\n\nYou enter a nearby closet and change into a janitor's uniform. You remove your plastic wristband and leave your former gown in the trash bin. \n\nYou walk cooly out of the room into the hallway.\n\nYou seek revenge.\n\n\t\t\t\t\tEND PART I\n\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]<<endif>>
You raise your head and take in the sights of your dimly lighted office. \n\nThe law firm you work for, "Libra and Law"'s name is in the front of the room. The office is painted in a homey earthy pallete, with nice darkwood flooring. Libra and Law has been an exceptionally successful law firm, especially in the last few years, with you being one of the best lawyers in the building.\n\nYou look to your framed PhD on the wall. You smirk. You didn't earn it over hard work and long study nights; you earned it through cheating. \n\nCheating has been your salvation through your college years,and in your dating life.\n\n[[call wife]]\n[[continue working on case]]
You curse internally as Swegali leaves the stand. He didn't help the case in favor of guilty while insane, but he didn't exactly bring it down as well. You sigh as you suddenly realize it was your last chance to
"SUBJECT THREE. STOP ALL ACTIONS IMMEDIATELY."\n\nA voice crackles onto a speaker somewhere.\n\nYou feel your body become cold. \n\nIgnoring the speaker, your dig your fingers around the object that has caused all of this trouble.\n\n"SUBJECT THREE."\n\nThe voice is more urgent and controlling.\n\nThere's an audible CRACK as you rip it out of your skull and it reverberates in the bone of your skull. You cry out as a wave of pain washes over you. You see red as blood drains from your wound. \n\nYou shiver as your body temperature drops; your body falls weakly to the side.\n\n[[hold out object]]
<<silently>>\n<<set God +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou release your breath and open your eyes.\n\nThe time is 10:02 AM.\n\nBaker, back in his a state of concentration, responds beautifully.\n\n"I had a vision that someone told me that those men in particular did wrongdoings in their lives. The man said he'd kill me if I didn't."\n\n"Who was the man?"\n\n"I don't know."\n\nYou sigh, realizing you should have stayed silent the first time around.\n\n[[stay silent|sh2]]
K. Raynes
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires = "no">>\n<<endsilently>>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t\t\t“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t― Mahatma Gandhi\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t. . .\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tACT I: WHITE\n\nBEEPBEEP\n\nAn alarm clock rings shrilly, cutting through the blissful paradise of sleep. You groan, but ease yourself into a sitting positon. The piercing sound of the alarm stops.\n\nBEEPBEEP\n\n\n[[sit patiently]]\n[[ignore alarm]]\n[[examine room]]\n[[get up]]
The door is unlocked.\n\n[[open door]]
Baker's eyes grew distant.\n\n"Er... Mr. Baker?"\n\n"I was born this way, baby!" and cackled into laughter.\n\nBANGBANGBANG\n\n"That'll be more that enough, Mr. Baker." warned the judge. His stern glare caused Baker's concerning laughter into giggles. \n\nThe judge looks to you. \n\n"Would you like to send someone to the stand, defendant?" he asks you. The prosecution's cross examination was over.\n\nWho will you send to the stand?\n\n[[Arresting Policeman]]\n[[Baker's Girlfriend]]\n[[Baker's Best Friend]]
"SUBJECT THREE. STOP ALL ACTIONS IMMEDIATELY."\n\nA voice crackles onto a speaker somewhere.\n\nYou feel your body become cold. \n\n"SUBJECT THREE."\n\nThe voice is more urgent and controlling.\n\nA loud BANG sounds as the door slams open.\n\nYou were caught.\n\n\t\tEND ACT I\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]
Your fingers feel for a bump, a stitch, anything that will clue you in on what's inside of you.\n\nYour fingers run into a bump. Tenderly, you gently ease your stitches open. Still, there's a sharp sting. Drops of warm liquid touch the back of your head.\n\nUnable to ease the device in your scalp out gently, you brace yourself for the pull.\n\n[[rip device out of scalp]]
You put both of your hands into the air as a surrender.\n\nThe scientist finally catches up with you.\n\nYou are pushed against the wall and tased by the scientist. You groan, and fall helplessly to the ground.\n\nHe tases you again, and stomps on your right thigh, crushing the bone surprizingly easily.\n\nYou black out from the pain. \n\nAs you slip away, you realize you messed up. Big time.\n\n\t\t\t\t\tEND PART I\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]
The time is 10:20 AM.\n\nYou rise from your seat.\n\n"I call to the stand the girlfriend of Mr. Baker, Julia Holinka."\n\nAfter swearing upon the Bible, Ms. Holinka sits down for cross examination.\n\n
The time is 10:00 AM.\n\nThe jury is restless. Famous for making idiodic descions, they have been waiting for his first slip up.\n\n<<if $visited_Restart_trial eq "yes">>\n"They deserved it? Are you confident in that answer?" The persecution picked up their lead.\n\n"Judge, would a truly mentally insane man murder three men, who happen to all be homosexual, just because "they deserved it?" This is beginning to show the signs of a hate crime, don't you think?" That little slip up Baker just did could be the flaw that loses your job.\n\n[[Object!|Obj3]]\n[[Stay silent|sh]]<<else>>The established CEO's face was a hard mask. The look of pure concentration. \n\n"So, Mr. Baker," inquired the prosecution, "when exactly did you begin to show symptoms of a mental illness?"\n[[Object!|Obj4]]\n[[Stay silent]]<<endif>>
We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.\n-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe\n\n. . .\n\t\t\t\tACT 2: YOUTH\n\nYou groan as the whimisical tinkering of an alarm wakes you up. You roll over, and flip your outdated phone open.\n\nThe display reads 9:05 A.M. \n\n"Damn, I'm going to be late again. . ." You look around your cramped dorm room. Your roommate has already left for class that started at 9.\n\n[[have 5 more minutes]]\n[[scramble to get ready]]
You close your eyes. As you begin to drift back into your laziness, you hear the annoying alarm of your phone again.\n\nYou sigh loudly. In an effort to turn off the alarm, you flip open your phone again.\n\nThe display reads, 8:00 A.M. in large white text.\n\nYou look to your roommate's bed and see his slumbering figure. You raise your brow curiously.\n\n[[wake up roommate]]\n[[get dressed]]
The clatter of your keyboard keys bring comfort to your cluttered mind. \n\nYour thoughts drift off. You bite your lip.\n\nYou have a secret. That no one knows. It brings a knot of excitement and nervousness in your stomach.\n\nHow blessed I am, you think.\n\nYour phone vibrates on your desk, snapping you back to reality. It's Rachel, your wife.\n\n[[pick up phone]]\n[[ignore phone]]
You take a seat, and reach for your satchel. \n\nYou curse. In your rush this morning, you have seemed to forgotten your bag.\n\nYou sigh. A test was today.\n\nBuzzz. Buzzz.\n\n. . .\n\nThe schoolbell rings. . .\n\n[[continue to part 3]]
You take a seat, near your aquaintance Spencer.\n\n"Hey."\n\nHe turns around, and amiably starts conversation.\n\nAlthough you make chitchat with your pal, your mind can't help but drift to the events that happened earlier.\n\n. . .\n\nBuzzz. Buzzz.\n\nThe schoolbell rings. . . \n\n[[continue to part 3]]
You approach your sobbing son. He's kneeling on the floor, cradling his tiny arm.\n\nYou feel a drop of rain on your shoulder.\n\nKneeling down, you gently ask what's wrong.\n\nHe pouts and points to his newly scraped elbow.\n\n[[look closer|dream2]]
You get out of bed and stand by his mattress.\n\n"Hey, Wallace."\n\nHey mumbles sleepily and ignores your attempt to awake him.\n\n"Wallace."\n\nYou and shake his shoulder in a vain attempt to wake him up. He snores.\n\nNo use. That man sleeps like a rock.\n\n[[get dressed]]\n\n
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_examine_broken_heart_monitor = "yes">>\n<<set $wires = "true">>\n<<endsilently>>\n\nThe display is shattered.\n\nThe wires maybe of use, though.\n\n[[take wires|back to room]]\n
"The persecution will begin cross examination now," stated the prosecuting lawyer.\n\nThe time is 9:51 AM.\n\nBaker shifted nervously in his seat. He also knew that this case was teetering on the string of fate, and it was definetly not in his favor.\n\n"So, why exactly did you decide to murder these three innocent men?"\n\n[[object!|obj1]]\n[[stay quiet|stay1]]
You flip open your phone. \n\nThe display reads 8:30 A.M. in white.\n\nThat clock isn't lying.\n\n[[review notes1]]\n[[talk to classmate]]
You finish your papers. You glance at the corner of your desktop.\n\nThe time is 1:30 A.M. \n\nYou stretch happily. You feel proud to have finished a decent case in a day's notice.\n\n[[go home]]\n
You stand.\n\nThe door opens. Two men in white lab coats enter into the room.\n\nUsually you are familiar with the scientists, but today, these men are new and very young.\n\nYou sit, waiting for instruction.\n\nThe men examine your body, much like a physical at the doctor. <<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "no">>\nThey remove your monitor. Thank God.\n<<endif>>\n\nSuddenly, they grab you by both arms, and drag you out the door. You struggle angrily. \n\nYou bite the scientist to your left feircely, and punch the one to the right. You don't deserve to be here.\n\nThe right scientist is passed out. \n\n[[RUN]]\n[[knock the other out]]\n\n\n
"SUBJECT NUMBER THREE. GET BACK HERE THIS SECOND."\n\nYou run frantically, trying to lose the second scientist. Both of you run into the maze of the facility. You dizzily look around. Everything looks the same. \n\nHe's on your tail. You hear his foot steps not too far behind you.\n\n[[look for a room]]\n[[submit]]
A test is today. You try to review, but you can't help drifting back to this morning's events.\n\nWere you really dreaming? You feel odd, as if you're living in a science fiction novel. Did you really wake up late for class? Or are you just crazy? You muse through every possiblity you can think of.\n\nBuzzz. Buzz.\n\nThe school bell rings. . . \n\n[[continue to part 3]]\n\n
You lean forward in your chair and continue typing your case.\n\nWhile working, you can't help but think about the difficulty of convincing the judge and jury that Baker is guilty while insane. \n\nThis case has also gained a signifigant amount of media attention; Baker just so happened to be a co-president of a big name banking company. Eyes will be turned to both you and Baker. \n\nYou can't help but stress, even though you know you shouldn't. \n\n[[continue typing]]\n
<<set $visited_scramble_to_get_ready = "yes">>\nYou curse and rush out of bed. Your legs become tangled in your sheets, and you fall face first on the floor.\n\nRecovering quickly, you raid your closet for clothing. A T-shirt and jeans will have to do. You grab the winter jacket your girlfriend gave you from the floor and scurry out of your room.\n\n[[To class]]
"Probably a dream," you think to yourself. It's happened before, especially when you were little. \nAt any rate, it's no reason to complain; you'd be late to class if you left at 9:05.\n\nYou shrug it off, you got lucky your tardiness was just a dream.\n\nYou dress in a crumpled T-shirt and some average blue jeans. Typical college attire. You slip into a thick jacket your girlfriend gave you- quite fashionable, said William, your homosexual roommate, and approves of it on you. You grab your school satchel and flip your phone open.\n\nIt reads 8:20 A.M.\n\n[[leave room]]\n
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_search_bed= "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\n\nThe sheet won't do you much good.\n\n[[back to room]]
You gently remove Cheryl from your arms and walk to your son.\n\nPoor kid, you think. He's only four. \n\nThe clouds begin to darken, and you hear the rumble of thunder: threatening and low.\n\n[[continue|continue dream]]\n
You enter your small room.\n\nWallace, now sitting upright, is rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. \n\n"Hey, Wallace, didn't you get up a little while ago?"\n\n"No...?"\n\nYou scratch your head. You assume this morning's events was just a dream.\n\nThe time is 8:25.\n\n[[To class]]
“A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare\nto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.” \n― Aberjhani\n\n . . . \n ACT 2: DECISIONS\n\nYou sit at your work desk, exausted. Your desk is pleasantly located by a large window, now black from the night. You glance down and hear the quite buzz of New York City, lights from busy taxis, and the lighted windows of other skyscrapers.\n\nYou've grown to be a handsome man. Although your slight dark circles don't help that cause, your looks have gotten you quite far.\n\nYou yawn. Stress is seeping into your bones as you review evidence for tomorrow.\n\nSome nutcase has been referred to you as an attorney.\n\nAlthough you don't mind defending any certain someone as long as they could pay you, this man you have to defend tomorrow disgusts you. \n\nJoel Baker has been accused of the murder and rape of three homosexual men, and all the evidence goes against him. Your job is to not convince the court that he's innocent, you thought, but rather mentally ill and unable to make rational decisions.\n\nYou know that that argument is made of the utmost bull, for you have talked to him before. In your conversations with him, you have concluded this was indeed a hate crime. He was not mentally insane, but discriminatory.\n\nBut hell, if you plead to the judge he's mentally insane and lessen his sentence, he has agreed to slip a little more money under the papers. You paid a few corrupt doctors that changed Baker's medical records for the occasion. With Baker's money, of course.\n\nThe time is 12:01 A.M.\n\n[[look around office]]\n[[call wife]]\n[[continue working on case]]\n
It is a one way window. You can't see the other side, obviously. \n\nYou see your reflection. \n\nAlthough "they" don't feed you properly, you still have managed to mantain good muscule mass. \n\nYou're in near-prime condition for a forty year old man.\n\n[[back to room]]
The time is 10:20 AM.\n\nYou rise from your seat.\n\n"I call to the stand Mr. Baker's best friend and confidant, Spencer Glazer."\n\n
There is an unnerving silence in the room.\n\n[[examine door]]\n[[examine room]]\n[[examine window]]\n[[sit back down|sit patiently]]\n[[search bed]]\n<<if $visited_remove_heart_monitor_wires eq "yes">> [[examine broken heart monitor]]<<endif>>\n
You choose to stay silent, and let the prosecution continue its argument.\n\n"You see, the prosecution can be confident in saying this was indeed a hate crime, for how can all of the victims be homosexual on a matter of chance?"\n\nYou hear a murmur of agreement from the jury.\n\nYou run your fingers through your hair nervously.\n\nYou close your eyes and you feel as if time has stopped. You feel an odd feeling rising from your chest. . .\n\n[[Try again]]\n[[Continue|4]]
You rise from your seat. Before you could utter a single syllable, you are cut off.\n\nBANG! BANG!\n\n"May the defendant please sit down?"\n\nYou gulp and obey the judge's order. You messed up- the judge is angry.\n\nYour breath catches in your throat. Making the judge angry was blasphemous in the world of Law. \n\nYou close your eyes. Feeling an odd feeling in your chest, you feel something coming on. . .\n\nThe time is 10:12 AM.\n\n[[try again]]\n[[continue trial|Stay silent]]\n\n
"Why do you believe Baker did this?"\n\nThe policeman gives you a confused look. \n\n"He was standing over a corpse, and tried to run. Later forensics data has verified his DNA on the victim on the kitchen table, as well as the other two found in his condo after a warranted search."\n\nOf course. That was a stupid question.\n\n[[dismiss Swegali]]
After a few rings, your wife, Rachel, picks up.\n\n"Hey, Rachel, I'm going to be a little late today."\nYou look around the empty law firm.\n\nShe laughs. "A little? It's past midnight, silly."\n\nYou smile. You've been blessed with a caring- and now pregnant- woman in your life.\n\n"Yeah, I know. Don't wait for me to go to bed, the baby needs you to get a lot of rest."\n\nShe yawns. "Okay, but don't be home too late."\n\nYou hear the click of the phone, notifing you that the call has ended. \n\n[[continue working on case|continue working on case1]]
It's a wonderful spring day as you and your beautiful wife watch your little boy swing on the swingset in your backyard.\n\nIt's late morning, and the beautiful red roses are in bloom. Your wife, Cheryl, planted them. The roses stand against a beautiful white Victorian-esque fence that you put up when both of you redesigned the spacious backyard.\n\nYou and Cheryl sit on a wooden pench on the patio. She's dozing off in your arms. \n\nIt's a good day.\n\nSuddenly, your little boy howls in pain from the swingset.\n\n[[attend to him]]
<<silently>>\n<<set trueending=yes>>\n<<endsilently>>\nIt's open!\n\nYou slip into the tiny, dark room. You hear the scientists footsteps come near, and then fade away.\nYou sigh in relief.\n\nAs your eyes adjust, you realize you are not alone.\n\n\t\t\t\t\tEND PART I\n\n[[continue onto Part II]]