IT IS A LOVELY DAY TO DIE. YOU ARE EXPENDABLE.
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YOU HAVE A NAME, one much too long to use unless absolutely needed. You have a shorter one too, but you don't like it. YOU DON'T LIKE EITHER OF YOUR NAMES. You suspect you were named out of spite (and you would be CORRECT).
You are A THING, and more specifically AN IT. THAT IS HOW YOU ARE REFERRED TO BY EVERY PERSON WHO HAS REFERRED TO YOU. There is very little you are good for and very little you do. You have accepted this fact by now. Recently, you have taken to SLEEPING IN ALLEYS. You have JUST AWOKEN in one.
>WHAT DO YOU DO?
You say you'd still rather wear the outfit. He's got nothing to say about that.
> Throw away your prior names. Name yourself ALLEYCAT.
>Be less expendable, but just a bit.
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> Examine graffiti.
> Try to come up with a new name for yourself, inspired by the graffiti.
> Do you have any booze? Get ye flask.
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I have broken the image by renaming it. Apologies. As I work on responses, here is the correct file.
You say you'd still rather wear the outfit. He's got nothing to say about that.
> Examine graffiti.> Try to come up with a new name for yourself, inspired by the graffiti.
You turn around to inspect the GRAFFITI ON THE WALL behind you.
None of it is particularly...
... Inspiring.
> Throw away your prior names. Name yourself ALLEYCAT.
That is a name you can familiarize yourself with! You may not be a cat, but you've got the TAIL for it, so it will do. Unfortunately, since you still have room in your MONIKER MANAGER, you cannot replace any of the names you have been granted thus far. Not that you suppose you'd want to. They were both GIFTED TO YOU.
> Dumpster dive. Literally
It takes effort to reach THE DUMPSTER, so you aren't able to literally DIVE inside. However, you still certainly lean inside.You CANNOT REMEMBER what the BUILDINGS around you happen to be, so the contents of the bin are even A SURPRISE TO YOU. It must be some sort of RESTAURANT, as OLD AND ROTTEN or simply STALE AND HALF-EATEN FOOD makes up most the bags. There are BROKEN GLASS BOTTLES, though ONE IS INTACT AND EMPTY. THREE DENTED but UNOPENED CANS lay inside as well, with NO LABEL as to what is in them. A MANGLED FORK juts out of a bag.
You COULD DIG FOR MORE, but there is NO PROMISE IT WILL BE INTERESTING.
>WHAT DO YOU DO?
You say you'd still rather wear the outfit. He's got nothing to say about that.
> Chug all three cans
Please foward all messages to your mothers house
> EWW! Nasty Garbage! Cleanse yourself immediately!
>Lets bring the camera out a bit, see our surroundings.
> Also adopt the moniker "Fugly Bitch", just for the heck of it.
> Equip broken glass bottle
You are not a fighter. You were not made to fight, nor refuse. But what you were made for has long since been a mere formality.
The BROKEN GLASS is stored safely behind GLASS to be BROKEN in case you wish to have the BROKEN GLASS. The irony is not lost on you. You are INTIMATELY FAMILIAR with the CONCEPT OF IRONY.
>Lets bring the camera out a bit, see our surroundings.
There is very little of note, though you do not think you will be doing this in the same manner every again.
> Also adopt the moniker "Fugly Bitch", just for the heck of it.
You do not want to do that.
You are now also known as FUGLY BITCH.
> Take the intact glass.
You suppose you may need this eventually, even with LIMITED SPACE.
> Chug all three cans
You do not have the means to open these cans! Curse blunt teeth and... your hand situation that will not be clarified upon.
You say you'd still rather wear the outfit. He's got nothing to say about that.
> Desperate times call for desperate measure. BREAK THE GLASS!!
>Desperate ties call for desperate measures. CALL JEN.EXE!!
> Talk to the lil bug on the ground
what who said that
> Desperate times call for desperate measure. BREAK THE GLASS!!
You may not get the chance to eat again. It's best to see what you've got...After a lot of stabbing and efforts, you see... Oh! Beans! One of them is beans! You LIKE BEANS A LOT. In fact, you would go as far as to say they are YOUR FAVORITE SORT OF FOOD. One oozes out some DARK SLUDGE YOU CANNOT MAKE OUT, and the last seems to have a FRUIT MIX, which you are partial to.
>Desperate times call for desperate measures. CALL JEN.EXE!!
you would, if you knew how.
> Fugly Bitch: Take Jen.exe poster.... Maybe one day, you'll find a DIME. And a PHONE BOOTH. Or perhaps a different phone that does not require payment. That is not likely. You can still dream.
> Talk to the lil bug on the groundYou OFTENTIMES STRUGGLE WITH WORDS. You usually can ONLY SQUEEZE OUT A FEW. You regard yourself as hardly sapient, or even sentient, really. However, you still attempt to converse with the BUG. THE BUG regards you, but does not seem to share anything. Either YOU CANNOT SPEAK INSECTOID, or YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND INSECTOID. They are likely BOTH TRUE, as everybody only starts out with ONE LANGUAGE in their LINGUISTIC LIBRARY, and you have taken to COMMON.
>WHAT DO YOU DO?
You say you'd still rather wear the outfit. He's got nothing to say about that.
> Pick up the bug. put them in your inventory for safekeeping
what who said that