An open mind is like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded

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5 minutes later

what

why do you do this to yourself

Suicidal depression, no doubt. But what a way to go!

02 Aligning Circuitry -



Linking in progress....



It's not too late to withdraw ... It's just a demo.



Establishing connection...



So what if I've never had a boyfriend? I'm only nineteen. I don't need training wheels.
It was a waste of time. We each had a nice meal, but we might as well have been eating alone. We ate totally different food and we couldn't think of much to talk about. I'm a vegetarian bookworm, he's a steak-and-potatoes jock, it would never work.

And then this happened.

LARP Difficulty: EXTREME. RK47 is not 19. RK47 is not vegetarian. RK47 is not a bookworm.



Are you afraid of the dark?
Either of us could slip and fall in this mud.

He as a point. We left the road a while back, and there's no clear path through these woods.
Thank goodness, it's only rain, and not one of the traditional Memphis thunderstorms. If there were lightning, we would have had to stay in the car.

I can see the lights ahead. Must be a big house.
Rich people like their privacy. That's probably why they live way out here.
Well, there wasn't a fence or anything.

Famous last words.
So many lights. Maybe they're having a party. I don't see a doorbell. You knock, your hands are bigger.

Bradley raises one hand to rap sharply on the door but holds onto me with his other. It feels nice, having a boy's hand in mine. Maybe this date isn't a complete disaster after all?

RK47 does not have enough experience to relate to this 'handholding' sensation. Empathy: Failed.

... I hear someone at the door.



A boy, younger than me, wearing oversized clothes that look like faded rags? This certainly isn't what I expected from the owner of a mansion.

Hi! My name's Bradley Dalton, and this is Janet Bhaskar. My car broke down a ways up the road, and with the weather like this....
Bhaskar? Brown complexion? Protagonist is of...middles-eastern descent?
You're soaked.
Can we come in? Just to have somewhere out of the rain to wait while I call for help.
Well...

Another voice came from within the mansion, "What's going on?"


We're not...
Get lost!



Putting the game into dating game.

I came here expecting WH40k and I get animu stuff instead.

Man, you're losing it...

But this game is a bit ... Make sure to play some DN3D or Postal 2 to counter it's effects.

Wat.

Kick down the door and grab some collars

What are you talking about? RK *lost* it months ago. We're at the point where we can only sit back and watch the show.

Well, yeah, and Hanako games helped there.

Demand to be let in!

I was expecting WH40k. What the fuck is this shit?

Apologize and leave, what doesn't make you stronger kills you.

The Warp.

I think I'm dead set in hating this game, the problems are already apparent.
Why the mini-game? I don't get it.
And the UI is trying to set a depressing mood from the start - all .. brown and gear clocks?
I doubt I'd be buying this game, just gonna see how far the demo goes. This is good. Sanity Check is good. HHahheeeheheueheuhe.

Oh yeah, the faces, are animated. The eyes and mouth would move. Which further add to the creep factor.

03 - Mek Kofi



Ok, let's demand to be let in.

You're very rude! We're not salesmen at all. Our car broke down, and we're stranded out here. All we want to do is get out of the rain so I can call someone to pick us up. Then we'll be gone. Is that so hard?
You. Fetch me my hunting rifle.

No, that didn't happen. But I wish it had.



Oh, look! A relationship gauge. So we know exactly why this man is acting so nicely to us. What innovation! No really, I don't find it that great. Magical Diary, if you recall had no such gauge and they actually do 'hidden tracking' of relationship points. You could actually drop to negative levels with your roomies and that will ensure the failure of your final exam or some such. Some events might turn out differently etc. This is why I prefer the game to hide those and not treat the player like some kind of social retard.

He offers me his hand.

I am Alben. And you are?
Janet, and this is Bradley.
Your boyfriend?
Not exactly. First date.
We haven't really had the best of luck tonight.
Well, I'm sure he wouldn't want to turn nice people out in the rain. I am Rafael. Come in before you freeze - and wipe your feet.

We step through the door and Bradley's hand slips away from mine as he stares.


Don't forget your shoes.

We do our best to scrape off the mud, but I can still see him eyeing the carpet nervously. I wonder if he's some sort of domestic worker?
Maybe we could take them off and leave them outside?
No, we're not staying long. We should be ready to go as soon as the rain stops.

Then, on the balcony overhead, I notice a figure.



...grace of a queen? Really?

Nathaniel, these are Janet and Bradley. Their car broke down.
How do you do?
Very well, thank you. You have a lovely house. We were lucky to be nearby, there's not much out there but trees.
Yes, it is a bit isolated. It's not often that anyone stops here.
Don't worry, we'll be on our way soon.

He taps me on the arm.

Your phone?
Right.

I dig out my mobile out of my purse and turn it on - I had it switched off earlier for the movie.

What a strange-looking phone.

No, it isn't. It looks just like half the phones that come out lately. Maybe the only cellphones he's seen were designer brands studded with diamonds.

Oh dear, it's not connecting. I can't get a signal.
The walls may be too thick to penetrate.

Then why didn't you two just stay in the car? FFS!!

Should I go back outside?
You are welcome to use my phone, of course.
Thanks.
The nearest is right through here.

He gestures to a side hallway. I look at Bradley, who shrugs.

You go. My shoes are in worse shape.

I step onto the red carpet and follow Nathaniel further into the house, trying not to drip on anything.


Reproduction, mostly, although they have some age of their own. Are you a connoisseur?
Not really. I like grandfather clocks, though.
I don't, I got rid of mine. Here's the phone.

True to style, it's beautifully old-fashioned, all gold and porcelain with a rotary dial. I cautiously pick up the headset and hold it to my ear, but I can't hear anything.

Do I need to do something special to make this work? I can't get a dial tone.
Let me see.

He takes the handset and taps the receiver a few times.

Nothing. The lines must be down. Is the storm that serious?
It's raining buckets out there, but the wind didn't seem that bad. Maybe it's getting worse.

I suppose it would be easy for something to go wrong in this rainstorm.

Perhaps you should wait it out, then. Come on.

I'll put the kettle on.
There's a bathroom through here and another up the stairs to the left. There should be towels ready?
Um.. I'll go upstairs, then.


What is this clock supposed to represent?



I... I need to go make coffee.

... I hear footsteps outside the door. That's all right, it's locked. I'm sure I locked it...



...*Takes a cautious sip from the coffee*...

A strange figure - I'm not even sure at first if it's a man or a woman - opens the door and stares directly at me.



Da fug? Must. Drink. More. Coffee...



Urk.




Putting the game back in dating games.

Of all the responses it could have, those are the only two?

or buddy. I need to make breakfast.

How should the "19 year-old" half-naked loli react to the rather creepy white-haired girly-looking man's intrusion ? Why, she should totally flirt with him !


...Excuse me, I need to go and throw myself out of the window. I'll be right back.

of this choice. I think I'll go with raging instead of having him furiously masturbating into our undershirts.

Choke him to death

I thought there might have been a chance at something fascinating also, but this is not unexpected, given that RK has been a major weeaboo for awhile now.