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:>ANGELICA VON SHOODALE

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>ANGELICA VON SHOODALE.

A giant textbook appears above your head, as if on cue, to identify you by name. You look to see the first name sounds familiar, but unfortunately the rest doesn't fit in the text box.

While you admire this name, and hope that the you in another reality is living their best life with such a glorious name, in this universe, you are unable to be called anything that doesn't fit in this rather limiting, non-rectangular, text box.

You continue to ponder what your family name truly is, instead of what it could've been.

>ANGELICA: open the window and check the time by assessing the relative position of the sun

>ANGELICA: Open the window and check the time by assessing the relative position of the sun

As you ponder how you still don't remember your own last name, you wander over to the window. Magically, it opens, giving you a somewhat perfect view of the outside world, which is also still a blank canvas for now.

Just out of frame though, you see the sun. And for a moment, without staring directly into it, you use your big beautiful brain to figure out what time it is. The sun appears directly above head, yet slightly off to the side, allowing your otherwise monochromatic exterior to cast a dull shadow. You reflect on this extra use of time and energy to provide shade to your body with an extra sense of wonder. What else could you be doing at this otherwise optimal time of day? Where could you go? These are both rhetorical questions, since you are of course, alone in this room. But hypothetically speaking, these questions may perhaps deserve an answer, at least while you figure out what the rest of your deal is.

So, to "rhetorically" ask yourself again - What could you do? Where could you go?

>Examine room

Examine Room

Your name is ANGELICA. After taking some much needed time figuring out what time it is exactly, you turn around to find all of your room decorations have reappeared. What a relief! Most of what you own has been lazily dragged along throughout the years. A LOT of your possessions need replacing for one reason or another, but they're all still YOURS. Whatever METAPHORICAL, or METAPHYSICAL, entity temporarily removed your possessions from this otherwise DEFINITELY not blank canvas must be found, and put to justice, SWIFTLY and EXPEDITIOUSLY!

You are able to take your mind off the HEINOUS injustice to see that your room is actually pretty alright. Though your bed and window leave much to be desired, the rest of the room paints a slightly better picture. You don't like much, but you kind of like FLOWERS. At least that's what you've gathered from BOOKS. The BOOKS guide you on many things, like how to eat, and sleep, and use a computer. These things could have been learned through other methods, but you are grateful nonetheless.

You're not ENTIRELY defined by lines printed on a page, though. You like to play VIDEO GAMES, and DRAW on your tablet, and do many other things that remind of flowers and your other wonderful possessions.

What will you do?

==> ANGELICA: OPEN COMPUTER

ANGELICA: OPEN COMPUTER

You saunter over to your COMPUTER with DRAWING TABLET. You use this computer... to draw!!! You've decorated your desktop with some rather beautiful WALLPAPER, which you found on Google Images. You are really proud of it.

Your desktop is very well organized into very neat corners. The left side hosts your regularly used programs, the right side for your EPIC GAMING (TM) collection, and the bottom for the various programs you use to make digital art with. All of your beautiful art pieces are housed properly in a folder, somewhere that isn't your desktop. What sort of uncultured, blasphemous monster would leave their precious files smack dab on the desktop for any unprepared eyes to see. Why would you even think of such a question?

You spend most of your time balancing the second job that is playing MMORPGs and finding additional "stress relief" in making whatever art piques your interest. Sometimes you receive messages from your almost estranged friends on Pesterchum, but the app is mostly there as decoration at this point.

Your chumhandle is floralThaumaturgy and you THINK you speak very clearly, but you MOSTLY just capitalize the things you put EMPHASIS on.

> Start the weird route.

> Close Krita. Not like your using it right now anyways.

Start the Weird Route

You take a step back from your COMPUTER to reflect on your circumstances for a while longer. Surely you're being rendered in such a simple visage for a REASON. You feel as though this is the beginning of a new story, but one that feels less and less within your own control. You're along for the ride, simply because you can't think of anything better to do, but you can't but feel that things are going to get WEIRD.

You walk over to your MIRROR. Standing in the mirror is a reflection of YOU. The reflection usually appears whenever you stand in front of a mirror. That's USUALLY how mirrors work. For awhile, you hated mirrors. But now, you've become barely acquaintances with mirrors. Enough to ask about the weather or if it's seen anything good on TV, but not enough to get emotionally invested into it's HOPES and DREAMS. If you didn't have years of BARELY RESOLVED BEEF with mirrors, you'd perhaps be so inclined to ponder about its interests. Maybe it likes to tell JOKES, or makes BUTTERSCOTCH PIES, or drinks and drives despite being an OFFICER OF THE LAW. Even if it did, you wouldn't care, because you don't know the mirror like that. And that's perfectly fine.

Close Krita. Not like your using it right now anyways.

You snap yourself out of your tumultuous quandry about the interpersonal relationship between you, yourself, and your reflection in the mirror, to realize your computer is wasting energy and time with programs open that aren't being used. Programs like KRITA and SNIPPING TOOL have absolutely NO BUSINESS being open at this time, especially if you can't physically see the windows. You must see all the windows, at the same time. Minimizing is for minimizers, and you are clearly a MAXIMALIST of the highest detail. Other than your intricate and ornate way of meticulously decorating your life, you must extol these rogue .exe's that dare to sit cowardly upon your taskbar-

Or you can receive a message and forget everything you just thought about.

> Check the email OM sent.

Check the email OM sent

Well if they insist, you guess you might as well che-

Well that sucks. You guess the POWER went out. You guessed correctly. Before you guess anything else, you should communicate this to your chum, who likely just got cut off, seemingly rather rudely, right after providing you with an eager request. Surely they'll understand that this was a coincidence, like much of what has happened thus far.

> Siiiiigh. Melodramatically leave the bedroom.

Siiiiigh. Melodramatically leave the bedroom.

This is stupid! YOU feel stupid! The word STUPID is stupid! You are so over this, you couldn't be any more over this if you tried! And you're an expert at being over shit, but not this. This shit's got you beat. For now...

You're adjusted to the weather potentially messing with your internet, or causing rather SPOOKY effects to happen with your lights. But NEVER have they fully shut off, AND it's clear as day outside. It's so bright out there, you don't even need a flashlight right now. But your lights decided to rain on your parade anyway, pun intended... to kill.

You GUESS going to the basement and looking at the circuit breaker will somehow fix it. But you don't KNOW if it will, and you also don't know how a circuit breaker works. You just vaguely remember more handy roommates from days past having the magical hands to flip the right switches. You personally feel like you'd blow your house up if you put your magical hands on those switches.

While you wonder how cooked you ACTUALLY are, your even DEADER inside eyes veer up to reflect on the hallway leading to the STAIRCASE. Your BEDROOM is home to your most prized possessions. Other than that, you don't really have much. Either that, or you have poor judgement for DECORATING. You've set up what you THINK a typical hallway leading to a staircase should look like. Two picture frames, some random small table, and another picture frame on top of it. None of the frames have anything in them, but you put an IOU in the bigger frames, because you hope you WILL have art to hang up some day. But that day is not today. Today is the day you open an email, hopefully.

> Grab a book that can quickly teach you how to use a breaker.

Grab a book that can quickly teach you how to use a breaker

You remember that the table out here wasn't put together for ENTIRELY no reason. You get to put more BOOKS in it! You are a woman of exquisite and ornate tastes, but you respect the idea that pretty can still serve a purpose. So much so that everything pretty you own has a purpose! And everything that has a purpose is pretty. Things without a purpose are pretty too, you just probably wouldn't decorate your house with them.

You walk over to the table and notice that, it did indeed serve a purpose. One perfectly suited for this exact moment! You find the CIRCUIT BREAKER BOOK placed neatly and evenly in the center of the tiny bookshelf, allocated so perfectly within this beautiful small hallway table. You have no need to sloppy put together memories that would ultimately destroy your house. You know have the power of knowledge, given to you quickly, and succinctly, without a single margin of erro-

GOD DAMNIT why do you have a SYLLADEX now?? First your new, off-color rendition, then the BLASTED power, and now THIS?? What the HELL is a PICTIONARY Fetch Modus?? These things are all very confusing, and are all VERY COINCIDENTAL, and you don't have the time for either of those things to be the case! For some reason you can't read the perfect book because now you have to get the book out of this stupid Sylladex that you didn't know you have and ALSO don't know the ways in which it works. If you're lucky, you might somehow have another way of knowing how this thing works, maybe another book perhaps. But what if THAT gets CAPTCHALOGUE'D too?? Why must all these things happen to you?

> Carefully handle and read through a book explaining the PICTIONARY modus in a way that specifically prevents it from being captchalogued into your Sylladex.