Assassination Party

Assassination Party: You are a paid spy sent to infiltrate this party and prevent an assassination on the current CEO of Exxon Mobil, John D. Rockefeller's inept bald grandson Bill D. Rockefeller. You arrive at the location of this party, an enormous golden palace milling about with officials from all across the world. The bright light streaming out from the core of the party beautifully complementing the indigo night sky. (set: $clothing to false) (set: $drunklevel to 0) (set: $sniper to false) (set: $knife to false) [[Walk in through the main entrance |Main Door]] [[Sneak in through the back |Back Door]]

{ (set: $clothing to false) (set: $drunklevel to 0) (set: $sniper to false) (set: $knife to false) }

The whole building is packed full of a bunch of rich people who think they're better than the average Joe. (if: $clothing is false)[As you come in everyone falls silent and stares at you. [[Run. |Driver]] [[Do Nothing. |Awkward]] [[Scream like a bird |Bird]]] (else:)[Everyone seems like they are having a great time and enjoying themselves. You walk up to the nearest table and pick up a drink. [[Drink it. |Drink]] [[Put Drink Down. |Official]]]

You sneak around to the back of the palace until you see something resembling an entrance. You quietly make you're way closer, careful not to attract any attention. You look through the passage way and you see stairs going both up and down. The stairs going up seemingly lead to a dark, shady place, while in stark contrast, the stairs going down lead to a well lit area. [[up. |up]] [[down. |down]]

You walk back to the limousine that brought you here. The driver looks over, not at all surprised to see you. You knock on the window and he rolls it down. "Hey," you say, "you got any idea why everyone is looking at me weird?" "They were probably staring at you because you're naked," he responds. Crap. I forgot to get dressed. [[Go to dressing room. |Dress]] [[Who needs clothes. |Main Door]]

It feels like the looking will never end, but eventually people shake themselves away from your sight. I'm in! You think to yourself. [[Walk further. |meetingroom]]

"GIIIIIIIIYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" No one responds. It's as if you're staring at a 3D picture, all the partiers' expressions constant: gawking at you. As if they are unable to comprehend that someone could act like this, even through the implicated years of social solitude and brewing madness. Everytime they think about returning back to their parting state, it just reminds them of the contrast between those times of peace, serenity, and fortune, free from the bonds of awkwardness that plagues every socially anxious peasant they wanted so badly to avoid, to supercede as if they had successfully compartmentalized the awkwardness inside of themselves, shrouded with the fear that one day that same darkness may return, as it has at the present moment, in which they just have no choice but to gawk, gawk, and keep their eyes glues to you with diminishing hope you will disappear, not from the physical realm, but the spiritual. Not a single thought enters your brain as you stand there slackjawed, head tilted up, arms limp at your sides, waiting for something to happen. And happen it does. Through the collective will of the masses, you start seizing uncontrollably, pissing and shitting everywhere until your body cannot hold back the force of your waste. You explode, caking everything and everyone. [[Try Again. |Starting]]

You feel a slight buzz.

You walk in butt naked to the nearest restroom, clutching attire you bought from some bum outside. (set: $clothing to true) How embarassing, you think to yourself. [[Go back to the party. |Main Door]]

Mmm. It's chardonnay. I mean it's cabernet sauvignon, straight from the valleys of the Lebanon's Beqaa. You down the whole glass and slam it into the table, smashing it into a million pieces. (set: $drunklevel to $drunklevel + 1) (display: "DrinkHandle") "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" a man walks up and says. [[talk. |Official]]

A well-dressed man walks up to you and introduces himself. He winks each eye three times. THAT'S THE SECRET PASSWORD! You realize that he is the ambassador sent by Bill D. himself. But wait! The password may have leaked and this guy may just be pretending! [[Follow? |VIP]] [[Call him out. |Calledout]]

You are drunk, the world starts to spin around you.

You feel more than buzzed. You're world is askew.

As you approach the room you can sense through the crack of the opened door that it is dingy and dark. The ambassador, leading you to this room, opens the door, revealing a bearded man who is gagged and tied up. "This is the assassin," the ambassador says, pointing at the guy's face. "We caught him trying to sneak in through the back door of this place! Like don't you know how conspicuous that is!?! Jesus, it's like a plan a two year old could've come up with, when instead you could have just gone through the main entrance with the other hundreds of people completely enshrouding you from view...perfect disguise...literally no way you can attract attention..." While the ambassador drones on about how dumb this assassin is, you start to think about what happens next. So, because the assassin has already been captured, does that mean my work here is done? You have a few options: [[Walk out. |walkvip]] [[Wait. |waitvip]]

"I see right through you, you fool, you are merely PRETENDING to be sent by Bill D. because you have somehow figured out the secret password!" "Preposterous!" he responds, "Don't speak that nonsense with me. Let me show you proof that Bill D. in fact, DID, sent me." He rummages around his wallet and picks out a photograph, extending his arm and facing it towards you. [[Follow to VIP room |VIP]] [[Inspect Photo |Inspect]]

You look closely at the picture. (click-replace: "picture.")[picture. It's a photo of the guy with his arm around Bill D. Rockefeller in a bar, the lighting on their faces completely different. There are some mysterious sky blue chunks sticking out of the edges of Bill D's head, and the neck looks slightly offset with the rest of the body, which appears to be of a woman.] [[Follow him to VIP room. |VIP]]

Mmm. It's chardonnay. I mean it's pinot noir, from the valleys of Russian River. (set: $drunklevel to $drunklevel + 1) (display: "DrinkHandle") [[Snap out of it. |walkvip]]

(if: $drunklevel is 1)[(display: "Buzz")] (if: $drunklevel is 2)[(display: "Buzzer")] (if: $drunklevel >= 3)[(display: "Buzzest")]

You walk out of the musty room to the clamor of the rest of the party. You notice a drink on the table. [[Drink. |Drink2]] [[Go to the Main Hall. |Mainhall]]

You stand completely still, staring blankly at the wall past the gagged man. "...and that's why you'll never be an assassin, you'll never be successful, and you'll never be a man! I mean it you will never b-" The ambassador notices your immobility. "Huh?" he says, "you good?" He walks over shakes his hand in front of your face. You don't even blink. "Holy." He shakes his head in astonishment. His eyes drift away, then as if he regained his senses, looks back at you in some hope that he was wrong the first time. Seeing no movement, he looks down in silent disbelief, seemingly waging war with logic itself. Eventually he mumbles, "i dont.. i.. yea i dont...", then hastily makes his exit. Meanwhile the gagged man tenses up, thinking what kind of monster his bully has left him with. [[Stay Still. |still]] [[Free him. |look]]

You stay completely still. The tension keeps rising. The gagged man cannot possibly fathom how someone can stand this still, like a statue in the flesh, so his only option is to turn to the supernatural. A deeply superstitious man himself, he firmly believed in the //jporfi//, a mythological monster who could stand still for hours at a time. Legend has it that if you stay in the same room as it for too long, you'll never be able to move again. With this fear in mind, the gagged man's heart rate kept increasing. The cortisol rushing through this guy's mind slowed his movements, which heightened his sense of impending doom. This endless cycle of stress proved too much for the man's body, and the guy suffered a heart attack and died. "Oh shit!" you say out loud, as you rush over to help him, but it's too little too late. You hear a gunshot in the background, and you know you've [[failed. |Lose]]

You neck creaks as you slowly turn to look at him. He starts freaking out and attempts to free himself from his bonds. You blink three times in both eyes. You both say "ayyyy" point at each other with both hands. [[Cut the rope. |realA]]

"Thanks for freeing me, as I'm the real the real ambassador. That fake man who was impersonating me earlier is the actual assassin, I'm sure of it!" And at this point, you're convinced, so you follow him out of the room to incapacitate the real assassin. At the doorway, he stops and turns around. He motions to the door and says "you first." [[Walk Ahead. |ahead]] [[Refuse. |refuse]]

"Um. Kinda weird but ok." You step through the doorway to be greeted by Death himself, in the form of a knife in your back. As you die you hear the guy say, "You absolute idiot. Nah seriously what the hell. That was the easiest kill of my life. You suck at this!" He tramples over your face as he walks [[out. |Lose]]

"Ok well it was worth a try," he says. You both walk out of the room. Now where would the ambassador have gone? In order to think like a predator, you must first become a predator. [[You both walk out. |Mainhall]]

You see stairs circling the central pillar joist, leading up to another level. Officials are climbing up and down, unsure of where to go because the palace is so large. Goto: [[Dance Floor |dance]] [[Balcony |balc]] [[Random Rooms |Randomr]]

You start looking through random rooms next to the one you were in. If you keep on looking, you'll find something, you tell yourself. (if: (either: true, false, false, false, false))[ [[Enter Random Room |Room2]]] (else:)[[[Enter Random Room |Room1]]] [[Leave to Main Hall. |Mainhall]]

There seems to be nothing in this room. [[Leave. |Randomr]]

There's a guy standing at the center of the room. On a closer look, it's Bill D. Rockefeller himself! No way! "So you found me." Bill says. [[Talk. |talkbill]] [[Kill Bill. |killbill]]

"Sup." "sup." "Ye-" The ambassador bursts through the door. "Oh thank god you're still alive! PHEWWWY!" says the bald man. Wait. There are two bald men now. GG. They promptly beat the everliving sh*t out of you and you die.

You take out your revolver and shoot the bald head of very man you were sent to protect. The ambassador enters the room, takes off his hat, revealing his bald head. "Oh thank god, you killed the assassin!" he says as he rips off of his disguise. It's Bill D. Rockefeller! Disguise techonology has come so far since the advent of the fake moustache. (if: $clothing is false)["Wait! Why aren't you wearing any clothes? What the hell I don't trust you now," he says and he shoots you with his shotgun. The last thing you hear is "wow this guy thought he could just waltz in naked, not even putting enough effort to wear a single piece of apparel, like just how lazy are these assassins these days it's just crazy you can tell them apart immediately just by how they look like jeez could've done literally anyth-" [[You die. |Lose]]] (else:)[[[Victory |victory]]]

You win, congratulations.

The dance floor is a 20 meter by 20 meter raised platform that shines LED lights of all colors upwards and out. There are people of all shapes and sizes losing themselves to the rhythm of the EDM. But for some reason, it's a sea of bald heads. (if: $sniper is true)[[[**Take the shot.** |shootdance]]] [[Go back. |Mainhall]]

You stare out into the hilly horizon, but you can't make out a thing(it's night time). You find a sniper and a glass of wine laying on the guard rails. Looks like the guy protecting this place is taking a break. [[Pick up gun. |sniper]] [[Drink. |drink3]] [[Go back. |Mainhall]]

You take the gun and hold it by the trigger. (set: $sniper to true) [[Go back. |Mainhall]]

(if: $drunklevel is 0)[You accurately shoot into the crowd, killing Bill D. Rockefeller. You lose.] (if: $drunklevel is 1)[You are slightly buzzed but you take your best shot into the crowd. You kill a random bald guy. Instead of falling over bleeding he seems to disintegrate and no one bats an eye. Hmm. That's not what you expected. [[Go back to main hall. |Mainhall]]] (if: $drunklevel is 2)[You are almost drunk but you take your best shot into the crowd. At the last moment before you are about to shoot, your hand twitches and you fire to the side. You look up from your scope to see that you've killed the ambassador. Oops. Who's gonna pay you now. You Lose.] (if: $drunklevel >= 3)[You are completely drunk so your crosshair is shaking all around the place. Gotta hope for the best you suppose. You take the shot but it goes no where near the dance floor. Instead it travels at a perfect 47.2 degrees upwards sniping some guy on the stairwell. He falls over in a pool of his own blood. "That's the assassin!" someone shouts. A guy walks out of the mob of dancers and shakes your hand. "Thanks for saving me, as I am the real Bill D. Rockef--" His head explodes, showering you with blood. "Wha..?" you say as you look around for clues. Up in the distance you see the perpetrator and his sniper. He seems to be reloading the gun, probably to take another shot to kill you. Realizing this you take you're own sniper and fire back, only to miss by a long shot because of your lack of sobriety. "HEY, HEY, HEY, what are you doing!" the killer shouts from rails. He takes off his hat and fake moustache. You look through your scope to see that it was Bill D. Rockefeller all along! "The guy I just killed was merely a clone sent to kill me, the real Bill D. Rockefeller." While he is talking, a hooded man ambushes him from behind, putting him into a choke hold. "Oh no, I gotta save him!" you think to yourself. "But I'm too damn drunk!" Wobbling badly, you point your gun at Bill D.'s masked assailant. You take the shot, killing Bill D. instantly. OOPS! The attacker rips off his mask revealing a bald head. He shouts from the railing. "Wait what the hell how did you know it was me? I could have been anyone! You literally could've killed the real me if I were the person you just shot!" You drunkenly shrug your shoulders. "Just built different I guess." you respond. [[Victory. |victory]]]

Mmm. It's chardonnay. I mean it's merlot, from the valleys of Napa. (set: $drunklevel to $drunklevel + 1) (display: "DrinkHandle") [[Snap out of it. |balc]]

Someone comes up behind you and covers your face with his chloroform napkin. [[You lose consciousness. |trapped]]

The stairs leading down exposes strobe lights, the seizure light, people down there are screaming and seizing to the beat of the strobe. Or are they dancing... [[Keep going down. |dining room]] [[Go back up. |Back Door]]

As you approach this little corner you see this gremlin of a person trod out and say, "You'll never kill me naked like that!" [[Tackle. |tackle]] Leave alone. (click-replace: "Leave alone.")[ [[Windy Hallway. |windyhall]] [[Dining Room. |dining room]] [[Meeting Room. |meetingroom]]]

People are meeting each other, some for the first time in ages. I suppose that's why it's called the meeting room. (if: $clothing is false)[People are giving you weird looks.] Goto: [[Dark Corner. |lilcorner]] [[Windy Hallway. |windyhall]] [[Dining Room. |dining room]]

(if: $clothing is false)[People are giving you weird looks.] There seem to be some random rooms. [[Look in? |Randomr]] Goto: [[Dining Room. |dining room]] [[Meeting Room. |meetingroom]] [[Dark Corner. |lilcorner]]

There are many huge tables blanketed in white. There is a chocolate fountain in the middle of the room. You see a waiter dunking his head into the brown, eager to suck up the remaining sweets. (if: $clothing is false)[People are giving you weird looks.] You find a knife. This might be useful later, you think as you stick it in your pocket (set: $knife to true) [[Meeting Room. |meetingroom]] [[Dark Corner. |lilcorner]] [[Windy Hallway. |windyhall]] [[Go to the exit upstairs. |down]]

You wake up gagged and tied up to a chair. Your kidnapper reveals himself, and start ranting about how dumb you are for trying to get in through the back. You struggle but the rope doesn't come loose. If only you had something to cut it with, you think to yourself. (if: $knife is true)[Oh wait! I have that knife I found in the dining room. [[Cut yourself free. |cut]]] [[Wait. |waitt]]

You wait, and eventually the kidnapper leaves the room. He comes back later with a bearded man and he continues his rant while guy he brought in just watches. You think, jeez, I can't even make any comebacks because my mouth is gagged. This is straight up bullying. After the kidnapper has(far more than) his fair share of words, he leaves the room with only you and the other guy. After some hesitation, the guy decides to untie you. "Aggh. Thanks," you say as he ungags you. You don't really know what to say so you start to lie. "for freeing me, because I'm the real ambassador." My reasoning is that if the kidnapper is against me, he must be part of the assassination group. My worry right now is not to tell the truth, but to kill the kidnapper as quick as possible. How do I get this guy to trust me? Say I'm the ambassador. "That fake man who was impersonating me earlier is the actual assassin, I'm sure of it!" So let's say, for the sake of argument, that the kidnapper could've been impersonating as one of the good guys. Because I'm a good guy, this statement holds up. Both of you walk towards the exit of the room. As you reach the exit however, you get a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. Wait, you think to yourself, what if the kidnapper is with Bill D. and thought I was an assassin. Then it would make sense that he would incapacitate me like that! If so then who is this guy? And why did he just free someone who could potentially be the assassin? As you reach the doorway out you motion towards the door. "You first," you say. I'll give him a chance, if he trusts me completely then I know he is with the assassin. If so, I'm free to kill him. If he doesn't trust me, I can trust him more. He looks at you and says, "Sure." He walks past you out the door (if: $knife is false)[Unfortunately you have nothing sharp to kill him with. [[You both just walk out. |Mainhall]]] (else:)[[[STAB HIM IN THE BACK |stab]]]

You slowly cut yourself loose while the kidnapper isn't looking. After a while, the kipnapper leaves the room. "This is my chance!" [[Leave the room. |Mainhall]]

"You absolute idiot. Nah seriously what the hell. That was the easiest kill of my life. You suck at this!" you say as he dies. Later you find out that he was the other assassination preventer sent to help you and go the way you didn't go, to cover all the bases. [[Oops. |Lose]]

You Lose. [[Try again. |Starting]]

(if: (either: true, false, false, false, false))[You catch it and ram it into a wall. It tries to shapeshift but you chuck the blobby mess off the balcony. You look down, only to confirm your victory. [[You killed the assassin. |victory]]] (else:)[You miss the small creature. [[Tackle again. |tackle]] [[Leave |lilcorner]]]