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You're name is Lily Gray and you're not having the best morning.
An... Incident occurred last week that may or may not have put one of your friends in major danger. Seeing as you're currently in the principal's office, it's kind of obvious that you are not going to get out of this scot-free.





This hulk of a man is your principal, Mr. Vicegrip.

“So, Miss Lily.”





He's big, and huge, and holy shit what's up with his shoulders.

“Explain to me why you’re in here again.”

>You kept setting off shoulder enhancement bombs in the school to fix your tiny noodle shoulders but you ended up almost crushing your buff friend's head.



You try to spin a tale about setting off some highly illegal steroid-filled potion bombs at… Ok, this would probably get you into worse trouble than just telling the truth.



>You were framed! It was a setup! It wasn't you, it was the one-armed man!



I’m telling you! It was this one-armed guy with a sword for a hand! He put us up to it!

“…Lily, you are aware that I have read the police reports, right? The only mention of a one-armed man is my nephew, Jack, who gave you a soda to calm you down after said incident.”

Oh… Right.



>Well, first you opened a jar of mortal danger, just to give it some air. Then you stuffed your friend in there since it seemed like a fun thing to do.



Ok, that's your last idea and it's pretty much the truth. Might as well tell him.

“We were some place we shouldn’t have been. Something happened that neither of us could’ve predicted.”



>Reminisce.



You are now Lily Gray from a few days ago. You are currently waiting for your best friend behind a bunch of abandoned factories for one final night of shenanigans before you graduate in a few weeks.




Oh, uh. There she is. Apparently, Chell’s been standing there for about an hour now. That’s… Concerning.

>High five of doom!


You two attempt to do a High Five of Doom! Sadly, you aren't sure if Doom classifies as anything other than an old video game.

“Chell, how's it going!”

“HEY, DUDE! Haven’t seen you in forever!”



>Post a selfie on your favorite social media before you go do crimes


A self…ie? Is that some sort of West Coast thing?




You can post pictures to this “social media” website through the Holo-ring your friend’s dad made. You don’t really understand the specifics of it, but it was a gift she gave you before graduating a few years ago.

You both pose for a picture. The both of you are just planning to do a little amateur parkour, not that either of you are as good as it as Chell’s girlfriend. It’s not like what you’re doing here is criminal anyw-





“Hey, is it illegal to be in an abandoned lot like this?”

“Dude, I passed like, 5 ‘Do Not Trespass’ signs and a cop car just to get here. Hell yeah, it’s illegal.”

Oh.

>Try and break things. Try and fail.


Chell tries to kick the wall and instead kicks the box over.




The goods spill out. The box is displeased.



>Dare Chell to eat some of the big moon rock that the plants are coming out of as well.


Oh, that’s not a moon rock. Your botanical knowledge tells you this is a giant tuber that’s been exposed to the elements.




Its all bruised and covered in that mold potatoes get. It seems like someone dug it out a while ago.

“Hey, Chell?”



> ”Were there any other signs on the way there, say, 'Warning: Radiation Hazard' or 'Warning: Falling Rubble'?”


“Dude, what are you… HOLY CRAP!”