A Series of Disconnected Rooms That Have No Relation to Each other

(set: $name to (prompt: "enter your name:","Your name here")) hello $name It's a day like any other. You are sitting in your small, cramped cubicle working for a large generic company. You decide that after numerous hours of sitting down in front of a computer, it's time to take a break. [[You walk over to the break room and open the door.-> Break Room]]

You walk in and realize that everything in the room is gone except for a small, potted plant in the corner. The walls are freshly coated in gray paint for some reason. You feel compelled to [[say hello to the potted plant,->Say Hello.]] but you also feel like [[running your finger through the freshly coated wall of paint.->Mess up a good paint job.]]

You decide to stick your finger on the wall. In doing so, you mess up the perfect paint job someone probably spent a good amount of time on. You don't consider that for a second however, because that's how you roll. Eventually, one thing leads to another and soon enough you start rubbing both hands up and down against the wall. You suddenly hear the door burst open, but no one is there. You think now would be a good time to stop. why would you do that $name

You walk to the corner of the room, look down and greet the potted plant with a "Hello" and a firm handshake like a sane human being would. You swear it bowed for just a second. Suddenly a piece of the wall recedes into the ceiling like some kind of secret door. In fact, that's exactly what it is. Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to [[walk through.->Secret(?) Room]]

You walk in (text-colour:red)[AND................................???] There's a small room that you have to crawl through to get in. Once you're in you see that it's a miniature bathroom with a squirrel in the sink wearing a purple hat. You think this is HILARIOUS. Not really, but it is slightly amusing. There is a yellow door to your left that has black stripes on it. You feel it's only right to go further down the rabbit hole now. At the same time, you have a very "interesting" idea. The squirrel reminds you of your father's days as a professional squirrel drowner. Oh, how he would dunk those squirrel heads down the toilet like it was nobody's business. It's the sole reason your family was so successful when you were young. You can either [[resist the urge->Open the door]] to dunk the squirrel down the toilet and walk through the next door or [[make your father proud.->DO IT.]]

You open the door and walk in on a couple arguing. They stop what they are doing for a moment to greet you. You have no idea who these people are, yet they treat you like you've known them their whole life. The man, dressed in green, says "GANZALO! How have you been, man? I haven't seen you in forever." They both invite you to [[sit on the couch.->Sit Down]]

You give in and grab the innocent squirrel by the back of its head and attempt to dunk its head in the toilet. However, in a split second you understand why your father eventually retired from his profession... and also died. The squirrel runs up your arm and viciously claws at your face like the filthy vermin it is. You manage to grab it once again and you throw it as hard as you can against the wall. (text-colour:red)[SPLAT]! Oh yeah, you just murdered a squirrel. You feel so cool. Suddenly, the room begins to shake, the walls crumble around you, and the ground collapses beneath you in that order. You fall for what seems like ages until you hit the ground with a hollow thud. You get up, look around and realize you're right back at your desk. (text-colour:grey)[Now get back to work. ] THE END

You decide to humor these total strangers you've never met before. They start going on about their marriage being in shambles, drug abuse, their chihuahua named Spark, the list goes on. As hours pass by, they continue to talk and talk, having no idea how boring they really are. You try to get up and leave, but the man dressed in green takes offense to this and throws you off their balcony which they have. Apparently. What goes up must come down, including you. You reach the pavement below you and (text-colour:orange)[BAM]! YOU'RE DEAD SON! Nobody on ground level seems to pay you any mind, though. THE END Thanks for playing, $name