Star Salad

[KibbleSalad]

STAR SALAD

Hey.

HEY!

Hey! Hi there!

Hello! It's another perfectly fine day! You find yourself in a rather small room containing what looks like a hammock strung between lots of loud machinery humming and whirring away. The environment includes a creaky metal floor, creaky metal walls and a creaky metal ceiling. It's creakiness all around. There's an overturned cardboard box with some miscellaneous knickknacks on it, and wires, and .... pipes and .... things ....


What?! No, you're not being purposefully vague and general due to having no idea where you actually are! That's just silly. You know all those things perfectly well! This is ....


...

...

Well at least you know who you are! You're ...


...



...

Oh.

Oh dear. What was your name again?

[ferd1991]

NAME INPUT > Ajax Rex

[98714123340]

Skippy McPointyFace

[Shadow Phoenix]

Kraal Davilex

[Solaris]

Wesler Biggs

[ProfessorLizzard]

>Steve Frillson

[Whimbrel]

Decker Dapps

[moof]

abstract name> psijic phan
normal name> nick james

[gumbal1]

> Lars Landis

[KibbleSalad]

While busy thinking you shove a hand in your coat pocket (hey, shush, you think better that way) and find the HANDY DANDY ID CARD! What a fortunate day!



Your name, of course, was ...



... this is the LEAST LEGIT LOOKING ID CARD you have ever seen, but apparently you're supposed to be Kraal Biggs. The GEC logo looks oddly familiar, but you can't quite place what it is or stands for.



Alright, in all honesty, you have no idea where you are. You suppose you could find someone to ask, or pretend like you know what you're doing, though so far that hasn't gone too terribly well. The machinery keeps whirring away behind you, making it hard to think (or hear anything else). Have you had breakfast yet? What time is it anyway? You are now hungry and confused in equal measures.

[Whimbrel]

>Get ye apple

[98714123340]

Damn! If only you were either a herbivore or a omnivore. Then that fruit on the box would really hit the spot.

[djinn]

> Devour apple regardless.

[ProfessorLizzard]

>The canned food! They beckon.

[KibbleSalad]

>Get ye apple

Damn! If only you were either a herbivore or a omnivore. Then that fruit on the box would really hit the spot.

You may be really confused, but you're not quite confused enough to forget that apples are amazing. You love apples. My gosh, do you love apples. If there were boxes and boxes of them, you could stay here forever and eat apples all day, entirely disregarding your whereabouts. Oh, that'd be great!



Plus you're starving, so right now? Apples? Twice as amazing.



You hope it doesn't belong to anyone else!

[ProfessorLizzard]

>Watch out, it might be POISONED. That means it must be one of a venoumous guy's, you don't wanna mess with them.

[moof]

season the apple and enjoy eating it on the hammock

[Whimbrel]

Psh belong to someone just eat it and then it will be in your stomach which means it belongs to you!

[KibbleSalad]

Psh belong to someone just eat it and then it will be in your stomach which means it belongs to you!

You try to argue with that, but really can't.

season the apple and enjoy eating it on the hammock

You have nothing to season it with! The only thing on you is your LEAST LEGIT LOOKING ID CARD, and you're not about to start pouring random things from the cardboard box onto a perfectly good apple. You can't even read those labels!



Deciding to take it easy for a moment, you flop into the hammock and eat to the mind-numbing sound of humming machinery around you. As you get crumbs everywhere, you briefly try to recall anything at all about your location or purpose; nothing comes of it. The apple is merely okay, and you're not as blown away as you thought you would be.

>Watch out, it might be POISONED. That means it must be one of a venoumous guy's, you don't wanna mess with them.

You didn't taste any poison! Then again you don't really know what poison tastes like. Why would someone leave a poisoned apple out and about like that? That would be incredibly unsafe. As you finish up the remainder of your okay apple, you decide to hang onto the core until you find a proper disposal receptacle for it. Nobody likes the apple core with all of its seeds and stem bits and leafy business, but nobody likes a litterer either.



You acquired the CHEWED-ON APPLE CORE.
You are no longer hungry but still confused, and ready to discover where the heck you actually are!
There is a tingly sensation in your mouth.

[Whimbrel]

Look at that hatchy thing on the machine, then move to the LEFT~

[Kíeros]

> Lick mouth to see if you can get more of the tingly sensation, or to get it off.

[gumbal1]

> Examine Vent

[OnBackorder]

Open the panel and put the core in there. It isn't litter if no-one can see it.

[KibbleSalad]

Look at that hatchy thing on the machine, then move to the LEFT~

> Examine Vent

You look at the hatch on the machine. It appears to be covering a motor of sorts, as the whirring noise emits the loudest from that general area.

You apply science to the hatch.



The hatch is resistant to science, and will not budge to progress. It is an old fashioned hatch, and will probably never change in your lifetime.

You halt the application of science, venturing out of the little chamber and through a passageway to your left.



You are now to your left. The area seems unfamiliar still, and as much as you keep trying you're not coming up with anything as to why you're here. To your right is where you came from, and on the other end of the room is a door leading down. The humming is not as loud here, but a fan-spinny-rattly box on the ceiling supplies its own clanky noise. There's a wiry-oodle thingamabob on the wall next to a square-flat thingamajig. You have now run out of technical terms entirely, and your inner monologue is reduced to incoherent babbling.

The tingly sensation in your mouth is getting subtly more persistent.

[OnBackorder]

I bet that tiny hammer would make a great cranial accessory.