scraph

Check yourself over and make sure none of your organs have been harvested

There aren't that many ways of explaining why you've woken up pained and confused in a strange, shady locale, and none of them are particularly pleasant. One horrifying possibility springs suddenly to mind, compelling you to give yourself a quick once-over.

Well, as previously ascertained you do appear to have a body, and you're not missing any appendages that you know of. You run your hands across your skin for a while, checking for marks or scars or bruises or absolutely anything out of the ordinary. All would seem to be fine. That is somewhat disconcerting.

dude what's the black rectangle thing? can you interact with it? will it be your friend?

You're not really making good on your pledge to investigate the room, are you? There's more here than a single cabinet and a few doors. Like, for instance, whatever the big blocky thing beside the cabinet is. You steer yourself back through the fallen shelving towards it - looks like it's just a tall cupboard, but one of the fallen shelving units is kind of in the way of opening it.

let's right these fallen shelves

You would like to know what's inside... the shelving's lighter than it looks, as it turns out, so it's by no means impossible to upright it - you're getting the knack of blotting out your aches and pains. Having done that, you figure you may as well right the others. You look at the wall behind the bed, wondering if there's room to squeeze another set in there, and are greeted with a minor surprise:

That box has presumably been there all this time. Your head was two or three feet away from it at one point. Huh. Admittedly, you weren't missing out on much; it's been utterly smothered with brown tape, so there's no way you're getting it open, especially in your current state. You put it back where you found it and are about to resume your shelving adventure when you remember you haven't actually looked in the cupboard yet...

Get mayonnaise.

Pfft, "tall cupboard" - it's a wardrobe! Okay then. It's not a very big one, but whatever, you're freezing, you don't need the luxury of choice... which is convenient, 'cause you don't have any. You take the plain, bluish shirt; it's lovely and soft to the touch but the fit's all wrong. The trousers are the same in every way, good and bad; still, you're in no position to complain. There are even some plimsolls in the bottom, and these even fit. Kind of.

...wait, hang on, there's something stuck to the back of the door...

THAT SMILEY FACE IS INCREDIBLY UNSETTLING

>you finished flopping around like a fish? Good. time for mystery solving.

Now that you're clothed, you feel a bit more comfortable, so you've no qualms with putting the shelves up against the walls now. Hopefully.

You're left with a stool and a table, both of which are on wheels, and another cabinet lying on its back; its empty, for the record. Behind you, back by the locked door, there's a bench-or-desk-thing and another table on wheels, but you feel you've done enough furniture rearranging for now...

Wow that sure was a lot of standing up and trying to stand up and complaining maybe have a little sit down for a bit? Otherwise navigate to the nearest/most usable egress and do so.

yeah you need to sit down for a sec you feel fuzzy again holy shit

it's not like you overexerted yourself just then you were feeling just fine and then all of a sudden

you are so sick of this and it's probably not even been ten minutes what is wrong with you

hey my man, i'm starting to think that this place might be some kind of medical facility, what with the stretcher bed and the table on casters... though the supplies you found are suggesting school supplies more than anything else?

...and that last thought sparks across the unfortunate part of your brain saddled with sussing out your situation - you're wearing scrubs. Featureless blue clothing that feels clean and doesn't fit right why hello there that sure is a thing you just thought of. Like, you thought the bed was more like those ones you can get for camping buuuuuut...

...but...

...but what does that mean? This is a pretty shit hospital if it is one; there is presumably a section of the Hippocratic Oath that says "I will not leave badly injured patients with uncooperative memories in dingy storerooms", and if there isn't there bloody well should be. And yeah, you'd have expected some more hospitally stuff in the cabinets, like, um, syringes and shit. You guess stationery's fairly ubiquitous, but paper plates?

purple's a bad colour please make a note to try not to touch anything purple if you can help it.

Also, thinking of the bed, it's purple. Are stretchers often purple? You doubt it, but you wouldn't be able to say why. Again, everything's already incongruous enough. Yet something about the purple sets you ill at ease. Somewhere in your subconscious, the fact that you woke up on a purple bed is causing real concern and you haven't the faintest idea why...

Still, as working theories go, the hospital one's not overwhelmingly bad. Progress!

did something happen to the doors? maybe you wanna take a peek through the ones that are hanging open, be a little cautious instead of just charging out of the room asap.

Speaking of progress, one of the other things you were going to try to do was to leave the room. Your first choice of exit was atrocious, you'll concede, so maybe it's about time you stopped ignoring the partially dismantled door?

It's definitely suspicious, though, and with the space beyond being so dark you reckon you may need to exercise some caution.

...do you have to walk towards the light?

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ok how do you make these almost photorealistic panels? some sort of 3d modeling program passed through a couple of filters? also things are going pretty slow, don't know if that's just me or what, but hearing all 31 original flavors of suck this guy is going through isn't exactly riveting.

scraph so far has combination of 3D modelling, Google image search results, my own photography and, in moments of extreme desperation, terrible mouse-drawings, all screwed about with in GIMP. Ideally I would like to get through this entire thing without having to draw anything more complicated than a clothes hanger, but you never know. This location is a badly constructed SketchUp model and a lot of post-production fun. I have some regrets.

(also I do not know how to pace things what even is a story progression please send help)