You wake up in an empty room. A metallic smell fills your nostrils. You have a headache, and it's dark. There are no windows, only flourescent lights.
It's cold and strange markings are displayed on the walls. You have forgotten your name. A door sits at one end of the room, and a grate with a strange red liquid seeping out is on the floor. You take a look. It's not blood.
You've picked up a piece of rusty metal that you found in a corner.
What will you do? 9 decides
You decide to sit down next to a marking and pleasure yourself to the thoughts of girls you've seen on the internet. You can't remember any of their names.
A noise grows louder outside the room.
You aren't done jerking it even after one time. It seems like it's been a while since you've done the deed.
You try to check out the noise, but the door blocks the way. On the door is a series of numbers and symbols, and a blue pentagon-shaped hole. It won't open.
The noise grows into a mix of slurping and grinding. It's loud.
You still have the piece of metal.
After hours of tinkering, you use your semen to break the mechanism's wiring and get the door unlocked.
You step out into a hallway, tired and wearing nothing. A naked man stares at the ceiling next to a trail of liquid leading down a hallway. It smells horrible. The floor is shiny.
The noise stopped as soon as you arrived in the hallway. The air is thin, like you're high up.
You still have the piece of metal, although your dried semen is on it. You're jerking off again. Something's arousing you.
for fun, this time dubs decides
You drag the man into the slime. You step in it. It's sticky, but doesn't hurt.
The man's hair is matted with green. He gives a shiver.
He says nothing.
You notice a new scar on his face and a strange white thing in his mouth. You poke him a couple times to make sure he's alright, then remove the white thing. It's a piece of paper, like the shitty receipt kind you would get at a store. You hold it with the metal.
The noise is back.
The thin air is displaced behind you. You feel it.
You shove the paper and metal up your ass. Really far. Your hand scrapes against something hard on your back.
You see blood dripping to the floor, but feel nothing. You derive a warmth from the pain, like drinking hot chocolate in the cold. You can remember that.
The noise is back.
You have nothing. The man lies in the slime 20 feet ahead of you. You retreat into a corner.
The markings are frequent.
while still jacking off, Investigate man lying in the slime. Search him for stuff & see if the slime has done anything now that he's been in it for a while. If the man is alive and conscious, ask him if there's anything on or wrong with your back.
You attempt to puke the paper and metal back up, but it only causes you more pain. You're not getting them out of there.
Air is displaced behind you once again. It's coming from your back.
You are still in the corner with the markings. The hallway lies ahead, a turn at the end. The slime is thicker.
The noise is louder.
The air is thinner.
masturbate until metal and paper come out of peehole.
character is unable to defend himself and disoriented from drinking slime. noise comes closer. alien researchers find hes broken out and kill him. our charsacter dies because we had him jerking off , drinking mysterious slimes and shoving his only clues up his own ass
You look on your back.
A mechanical pod is attached to your lower back.
It jams a needle into you. You scream of pain.
You black out.
You awaken in a corridor. Wires surround you and a thin layer of slime covers everything. It's so cold here.
When you inhale, it goes into your mouth and you cough. The noise is loud. Slurping surrounds you.
You are loosely strapped to a table of sorts.
Your field of vision is narrowed. Your lower back hurts, but the pod is gone.
You burst out of the straps and run.
It looks like a hallway. You are running. Slime-covered papers litter the floor.
You don't look much. Just run. Your hand navigates to your dick and begins jerking off. Almost on its own. You need to find a safe place to do this.
The noise grows, then fades behind you. It does not come from a specific direction. At least, you can't tell. Your ear is wet.
You do not look back.
You continue running.
The metallic smell is sulfur. It's a sign that he burning blade has captured you. Clearly you're going to be sacrificed to summon some lesser demon into the world of Azeroth. Even in death you are mocked.
You look back.
Slime is on the floor. Markings are on the wall.
You are bleeding. Your blood mixes with the slime It smells nnice
the tentacles shot out and englufed you like vines
this is agood place to be,,,,
see us ooon2
A memory engulfs you.
guys i gotta go
hope u liked it for today, might do more tomorrow when im not making up the fucking storyline as i go
i really dont even know what this is
hopefully i can do more with something better than flash cs3 jesus christ