Both of the people who do this fanventure have a lot of other shit going on at the moment, so I’m gonna put this officially on hiatus for now.
Hopefully we should be able to get an update to you by the weekend or so.
>Go back up to bed, today is obviously not going to go well
You spent this much effort getting out of your bedroom, by God you’re not going to go back up there. Well, okay, you are, but only to do what you should have done in the first place and actually open your bedroom door.
You go upstairs to the bedroom and… Well, whoever did this did a good job, they nailed wooden planks to both sides. You feel a sinking in the pit of your stomach. You know what you have to do here.
You equip your AXEKIND.
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You land by the side of the house, and consider setting our booby traps while you’re out here. However, lack of supplies and the menacing nature of the smog around you discounts that.
You just let yourself back inside instead.
>The thneed is very multi purpose
Your room is only on the first floor, luckily, and the thneed (tm) is strong, long and stretchy enough that you can abseil down the edge of the building with ease! Look at you go, with the thneed your descent is as majestic as an eagle’s flight! And once you’re finished, the thneed even goes back to its original size and shape! It’s truly fantastic!
You really need to stop slipping back into sales patter sometimes.
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Someone has nailed planks of wood over your door.
Someone has… Nailed… Planks of wood… Over your door.
There are so many things wrong with this you don’t know where to begin.
You spend ten minutes just staring at the mess of badly nailed planks that were once your bedroom door.
You have two major questions: How and why
For one thing, where did this person even get wood? There is no wood anymore, you made damn sure of that with your thneed empire.
Speaking of your thneed, you need its services now.
>Once-ler: Get up
You’re getting up, you’re getting up. God. It’s only one in the afternoon, that’s practically the crack of dawn.
You get out of bed, check your emails and get ready to face the brand new day. The sun is possibly shining from behind the cloud of smog. You like to imagine it is.
You turn to leave your room and-
Wait, what?
>BUTER…………………… UP
Your face is covered in butter.
Okay, so you got the cat carrier off of your face, but your face is covered in butter.
You’re continually amazed at the fact that just when you think you have hit a new low, something else happens to show you how much further you really have to fall.
You have butter on your coat.
Today is not a good day.
