Quote:>Annoyed. Would slap if I had a second hand.

>Didn't really give us the chance to explain before you hit us with... What did you hit us with? Eh.

>Moot point now. Anyways, you mentioned "Our" home, so I'm guessing someone else is staying here?

>And of course, I'm guessing it's safe to be honest about the shop here.

Asche:
"Of course, this domain here is free from that thing's eye.

Welcome to the End of the Line, home of the resistance!"

Quote:Unleash middle finger.

Quote:WHAT DID YOU DO WITH OUR DUCK CYCLE

Quote:Give me back my wheels you bastard.

Quote:Also, how come you get a body while I'm stuck in this box?

Asche:
"I'm not sure what you mean, but I was just born this way.
Why you are, or are in a box, well... maybe a question for your parents?"

Quote:>Continuously cry out "REVENGE!" all the while angrily swiping and snarling at Asche.
>Remind Asche of a dish that is best served cold...
>Speaking of which, you're hungry, demand that he feed you.

Asche has left the room.

Quote:>Just as blank as always.

>Babble incoherently about the the insignificance of isolation of an individual from a greater body with parts and values personified by insects.

Quote:> Wonder what would've happened if we didn't open the door...

Images of Sam flash through your mind...
Of you spending the rest of that night enjoying the festival... the music... the fireworks...

How long do you intend to dream?

Quote:>Do some chin-lifts to get a huge bicep in the long haul, break out

In the meantime, you prepare for your cunning escape.

Quote:Play a tune by banging on the bars

You rap your knuckles against the iron of the bars.
In time you develop a steady beat, one that puts your mind at ease.

Quote:>Materialize a captivity harmonica to wax musical about your life in the cooler. Harmonicas are a universal constant in all prisons.

You find a lost harmonica in the corner of your cell.



You play into it a song of your woes.

Quote:>This is taking too long. Draw a make-shift summoning and hope you would summon a decent spirit or demon using very limited and cheap items and equipment.

Quote:>Call forth your shadow-child.

You summon Frank to your side.


There is no response.

Quote:Well, despite all your rage, you're still just a box in a cage. So, maybe calm down first and try to think of a way out?

Quote:Can you just... sort of... slip through the bars? They look pretty widely spaced.

Quote:Wet yourself and become more malleable since you are made out of cardboard and move between the prison.

Quote:Turn sideways. Then try to fit in between the bars.

Though not cardboard, you find your body is malleable to some extent.
You turn yourself sideways and squeeze...



You're stuck.



Something else has entered the room.

Quote:Use your hand to wedge yourself

Somehow, you've managed to jam your top between the bars.
It refuses to budge.

Quote:> PLEASE HELP ME OUT I'M STUCK

Quote:>"You, minion, rescue me!"
>You are rescued.
>"Good, you will go far during my rise to power."

You are now free.

The door to the room has been left open ajar, allowing you to easily leave.
Alternatively, you can stay where you are and plot for whoever may enter next.

Quote:Are you Frank? You're late.

Quote:Offer the visitor your undying friendship in exchange for getting unstuck

The creature refuses to budge.

Quote:>Offer a mumbled apology.

Quote:extend hand, flip self over

Quote:> Did you lose your real body too, squirrel creature?

Quote:>offer the cat the chance to be your vassal

Quote:>Offer your minion riches and power untold, beyond its wildest imagination, for its continued assistance.

The creature is not impressed.

Quote:>Awaken the kitty's true power, opening their sleeping mind and suppressed memories.
>Prepare to SKEDADDLE.

You call the creature to awaken.



...



Another exit has appeared.

You hear footsteps quickly approaching from outside.