Interactive Story, Game 2Game 2 Outline| Interactive Story, Game 2 |
Game 2 Outline |
Kootsa, your partner, grabs onto your beak. "Hold on there, buddy. You're about to violate rule 849 of the TARS rules."
You pull yourself away. The clock is ticking. Moogy, that cute little floating guppy, was going to die if you didn't do something. And that meant breaking the rules. The TARS rules.
"Dammit, I guess that's the way it's gotta be." You push past Kootsa and press the button, haulting the explosion that would have destroyed the entire school, empty save for poor little Moogy. With that action, you irrevocably change time for all eternity, and for the worse: the science experiment gets out of control and everyone on this world develops a strange mutation. The changes are great. The universe will never be the same.
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"We, the council of the TARS find the defendant guilty."
Your tentacled attourney closes his case and shakes his 4th pseudopod in regret. Moogy goes "Moo..." mournfully and cuddles next to you. You keep a stiff upper lip.
"Your sentence... is exile on Earth, as an outcast."
THIS, you don't quite understand. You're about to protest when the TARS energy force of teleportation envelops you. Moogy cries, "Moo!" and rushes up to you. The sparkles leave your eyes, and you find yourself...
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Home. You're home, after all those adventures and all those worlds and all those forms...
All those forms... you realize you're human again! You haven't been human in YEARS.
"Moogah? Gibble!" You turn your head toward the sound. Moogy came through with you! You give him a cuddle and a smile.
"Aaw, Moogy. We're home. MY home." You say.
You stand up, look around. Everything as you left it. "Moo-gah!" Moogy says, poking around your things. You whip out your wallet - your famly, back to normal. Back to normal! You run to the phone. You can call them. You can contact them, tell them all the things you've wanted to, but were forbidden to by the TARS code.
That's when you notice something VERY wrong with your hand, and you begin to realize how much of an outcast you were going to be.
Written by Arthur J. Pearson aka Picklejuice