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Underneath P&P Academy, about three years ago, they discovered a gargantuan labyrinth deep beneath when a section of the school's cellar collapsed. Police investigations were unsuccessful, to say the least; after three exploratory searches, only one officer came out alive - crazed and heavily scarred.
P&P Academy was shut down to account for the mysterious structure lying beneath. Strangely enough, all investigation ceased and P&P resumed classes as if nothing went wrong. The prestigious boarding school claims to have dealt with the matter, or so they say.
You, a student recently enrolled, have figured out a dark secret: they use the labyrinth underneath as a detention hall for the worst students. Unfortunately, you've been sentenced to Detention after a series of unfortunate events.
As they drag you to your fate, down to the cellar where it all started, your life flashes before your eyes:
A. You were always a fighter; not necessarily a bully, but you weren't level-headed either. Compared to the other kids in your class, you're the ram among the sheep.
B. Staying tucked away in the corner, speaking only when spoken to, you were the epitome of stereotyped nerd. Scrawny, fragile, and delicate physically, but years of social ostracism coupled with diligent study have steeled and sharpened your mind. Brain over brawn.
C. Smooth-talking, suave, and quick with a pen, you've been the heartthrob of the opposite sex for who knows how long. But as you found out recently, you can't talk your way out of everything. Or can you?
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With a gulp and a nervous glance, you check your pocket for the thing you managed to smuggle in. Your shaking, panicky fingers fumble around, and you a feel a:
A. Pocketbook. Bathroom legend has it that this is a copy of the journal of a kid thrown into the Detention two years ago. It has a map, insane notes and sparsely, blood spatters. Whether or not this pocketbook can be trusted, only time will tell.
B. Pocketknife. At first, you just wanted to show off to your friends how cool and dangerous you were. Now, this tiny knife is the 6 cm pointy gap between you and whatever's in there.
C. Lighter. Fire; for everyone today, a safety hazard, a cooking tool, a thing of the past. Why would you use fire instead of bright, safe lightbulbs? But as you stand before the dark abyss that is your Detention, you can truly appreciate this gift from Prometheus.
D. Candy bar. Seriously? You must have been very hungry to have smuggled a candy bar instead of something else.
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You are yanked abruptly as the hall monitors stop, ripping you from your 'impending doom' trance. You stand before the Double Doors of Detention, and to your surprise, you see someone else here:
A. Your best friend. You once said to each other you'd go to hell and back. Now its time to put that oath to the test.
B. Your rival. The douche who got you in here in the first place. Well, you gave as good as you got, and now you're dragging him down with you.
C. Your teacher? You thought she was going to give you your last rites and toss you in, but it seems she's going too.
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The creaking of the doors is like a choir grieving for the departed. The darkness looms and lords supreme. You are shoved in, and with a thud the last vestiges of light and civilization vanish as the doors are closed and locked. You decide to:
A. Do nothing. This is a prank, right? They can't really do this. If I move forward they're probably just gonna pelt me with waterballoons. Right?
B. Go forward. Might as well. In the dim, you can faintly see a door at the end of the hallway. What's that in front of it though?
C. Bang on the Double Doors and cry for help. I'll call the cops!
P&P Academy was shut down to account for the mysterious structure lying beneath. Strangely enough, all investigation ceased and P&P resumed classes as if nothing went wrong. The prestigious boarding school claims to have dealt with the matter, or so they say.
You, a student recently enrolled, have figured out a dark secret: they use the labyrinth underneath as a detention hall for the worst students. Unfortunately, you've been sentenced to Detention after a series of unfortunate events.
As they drag you to your fate, down to the cellar where it all started, your life flashes before your eyes:
A. You were always a fighter; not necessarily a bully, but you weren't level-headed either. Compared to the other kids in your class, you're the ram among the sheep.
B. Staying tucked away in the corner, speaking only when spoken to, you were the epitome of stereotyped nerd. Scrawny, fragile, and delicate physically, but years of social ostracism coupled with diligent study have steeled and sharpened your mind. Brain over brawn.
C. Smooth-talking, suave, and quick with a pen, you've been the heartthrob of the opposite sex for who knows how long. But as you found out recently, you can't talk your way out of everything. Or can you?
----
With a gulp and a nervous glance, you check your pocket for the thing you managed to smuggle in. Your shaking, panicky fingers fumble around, and you a feel a:
A. Pocketbook. Bathroom legend has it that this is a copy of the journal of a kid thrown into the Detention two years ago. It has a map, insane notes and sparsely, blood spatters. Whether or not this pocketbook can be trusted, only time will tell.
B. Pocketknife. At first, you just wanted to show off to your friends how cool and dangerous you were. Now, this tiny knife is the 6 cm pointy gap between you and whatever's in there.
C. Lighter. Fire; for everyone today, a safety hazard, a cooking tool, a thing of the past. Why would you use fire instead of bright, safe lightbulbs? But as you stand before the dark abyss that is your Detention, you can truly appreciate this gift from Prometheus.
D. Candy bar. Seriously? You must have been very hungry to have smuggled a candy bar instead of something else.
----
You are yanked abruptly as the hall monitors stop, ripping you from your 'impending doom' trance. You stand before the Double Doors of Detention, and to your surprise, you see someone else here:
A. Your best friend. You once said to each other you'd go to hell and back. Now its time to put that oath to the test.
B. Your rival. The douche who got you in here in the first place. Well, you gave as good as you got, and now you're dragging him down with you.
C. Your teacher? You thought she was going to give you your last rites and toss you in, but it seems she's going too.
----
The creaking of the doors is like a choir grieving for the departed. The darkness looms and lords supreme. You are shoved in, and with a thud the last vestiges of light and civilization vanish as the doors are closed and locked. You decide to:
A. Do nothing. This is a prank, right? They can't really do this. If I move forward they're probably just gonna pelt me with waterballoons. Right?
B. Go forward. Might as well. In the dim, you can faintly see a door at the end of the hallway. What's that in front of it though?
C. Bang on the Double Doors and cry for help. I'll call the cops!
Sorry if I missed some etiquette to this forum, and please correct me. The style I use may not be familiar to you.
