Floorcrack

You are now the crying guy. What will you do?

water the plant with your tears

Perform a soliloquy about why you are crying.

get those weird blue scabs off your body

Stare out the window

>Wax nostalgic over your favorite flavor of potato chip.

Cry so much you pickle yourself

Stare out the window

>this one

Break the window and escape your prison

i thought this adventure would be about SNORTING CRACK FROM THE FLOOR

*BREATHES IN DEEPLY*

stop crying over the feng shui any time bucko. It's not that important.

>Wax nostalgic over your favorite flavor of potato chip.

Stare out the window

You suppose... NO! YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT STOP CRYING OVER THE FENG SHUI! IT'S JUST TOO SAD DAMMIT!

OH NOW YOU'VE REALLY DONE IT! The reminder of how you're trapped in a small space with not even an ounce of the eastern energies present is one thing - but potato chip nostalgia?! That really crosses the line of how much emotional distress you can take in one day. Remembering the sweet sweet consumption of The Pringles... the nostalgia is too much for you to bear!

You contemplate taking a quick gander out the window... for about three seconds before your crippling lack of motivation puts you right back in your place. Huh... who would have thought? Perhaps you just need some more encouragement to perform such a task.

Take solace in the plant

use tear puddles to restore feng shui

Say hello to the plant

>Never do anything halfway. When you look out the window, press your face into it as hard as you can without shattering the glass.

snort crack

You can do it!!!!!

You can do it!!!!!

Take solace in the plant

THE PLANT HAS SPOKEN TO YOU! What kind of witchcraft is this?!
Perhaps because you've been incarcerated for so long it's taken its toll on your sanity but honestly, you don't care! This blessing from your newly acquainted plant friend is enough to lift your spirits, kind of.

You proceed with the task at hand, it's really coming down hard today you note. This new burst of energy makes your noodles for legs skip a bit, though it has no effect on your tears.

Oh the beauty that is the world outside... if only you had the discipline walk over to this corner of the room to catch a glimpse now and again. Perhaps you will describe what you behold when you're being viewed in a more convenient angle.

PICK UP PLANT. FRIEND. h

bottle your own tears, sell them to the plant

>Never do anything halfway. When you look out the window, press your face into it as hard as you can without shattering the glass.

Doing this takes all your effort and willpower.

If only you could see anything through this storm.

>Try to remember who or what "incarcerated" you here.

cry on the plant, to water it

Look at reverse side of room

water the plant with your tears

cry on the plant, to water it

You suddenly feel very concerned for the only other living being in your near vicinity, and figure you should try to nourish it somehow.

You decide this is the best thing to do right now, you have no way to access the rainwater outside to use, and you can't recall if the little guy ever even been watered. You don't know much about plants.