You Wake Up In Some Guy's House

Frantically, you begin gathering words. The rumbling bottle from above you, a tiny cup of runny liquid-- even a coin from the cash register. All of those are words. You pile them haphazardly into a sentence, and finish it off by cutting a bit of your gooey skin, eliciting a pinch of pain, as well as a sickly-sweet-smelling nectar that oozes on top. This makes your words come out even more intimidatingly.

You have made your first guest move.







Suddenly, the one and only Red Star Guy emerges from the rafters, gliding to the floor with ease. Unfortunately, because you don't know his shitty bad name yet, you can't get his fabulous intro card.







This asshole is stealing your thunder. You need a way to shock him out of it, else your status as rad houseguest is going to be ruined. What an awful Sunday stream.