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In the year 20X6, NeoToyota is poorly governed by sadistic lawyers, sex is rare and the proletariat has access to Official TRUTH™ only via the approved outlets AppleSoft Adware Network or iWave RealiNews.
The only almost-reliable way to receive non-governmentally-issued information is by gathering together enough parts to build a much-coveted COMputer and trading files on the Sneakernet. The Sneakernet is a loose file of meshed servers hidden in remote areas of the abandoned officebuildings and former factories. TinyServers powered by solarCells.
[[MORE]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/1.jpg" alt="dirt floor">
You're at home sitting on the dirt floor. You are hungry. You have no food.
<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/2.jpg" alt="room">
Crying feels good at first. Then you remember you have no food and you only feel hunger and pain. All you have is your mat and your
[[reading material->Readme.txt]].<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/3.jpg" alt="room">
You have no light, no diyRadio, and no hope. But you have nothing else to do, so you decide to wander through the underground catacombs that spread out from your room deep under the hotel. You have no idea how far they go. In the days you've spent here you've encountered only a handful of visitors, but you've seen lots of dried blood and bat droppings.
[[D]]own<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/4.jpg" alt="room">
A flurry of bats suddenly flaps through the doorway, their screeching barely audible as they careen past your heads. They flap past you into the rooms and halls beyond. The room from which they came seems barren at first glance.
[[U|D]]p<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/5.jpg" alt="room">
This room smells strange, no doubt due to the weird sheets of black slime that drip from cracks in the ceiling and spread across the floor. The slime seeps from the shattered stone of the ceiling at a snails crawl, forming a mess of dangling walls of gook. As you watch, a bit of the stuff separates from a sheet and drops to the ground with a wet plop.
[[D|DD]]own<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/6.jpg" alt="room">
This hall stinks with the wet, pungent scent of mildew. Black mold grows in tangled veins across the walls and parts of the floor. Despite the smell, it looks like it might be safe to travel through. A path of stone clean of mold wends its way through the hallway.
[[D|DD]]own<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/crumpled.jpg" alt="crumpled note">
Deep within a maze of caverns and twisting tunnels lives a creature known as the Wumpus. Protected by giant bats and pits of slime, the Wumpus feeds on unwary visitors to its cavern.
The Wumpus makes its lair in one of the caverns in the maze. You know you're getting near the Wumpus when you enter a cavern with bloodspots.
Some of the caverns in the maze are inhabited by very large bats. If you later reenter a cavern with bats, you may disturb them. If you do, they pick you up and carry you off to anywhere in the maze...a tunnel, a slime pit, the Wumpus' lair, or even the cavern where your flight began. Then they choose a new place to live. The bats enjoy playing tricks on unwary hunters. Some of their more fiendish tricks include placing you in a cavern where slime pits block the way, or in a tunnel next to a slime pit or the Wumpus. In the latter case, you have no warning of the danger, since tunnels do not have red spots or green slime warning signals.
[[Press C]] on this pamphlet to continue.
<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/crumpled-list.jpg" alt="crumpled-list">
It is recommended that you bring a weapon, a torch, proper hiking shoes, and a stimulant.
Beware pits, bats, the Wumpus, and other humans with weapons.
You put the pamphlet back on your floor and make a decision.
[[Plug your ears, place a blindfold on, and wait to die]]E|N|D
<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/blindfold.jpg" alt="death">
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</iframe>Fear And Loathing In Wumpistan
part of [[Glorious Trainwrecks Secret Santa 2016|http://www.glorioustrainwrecks.com/node/10400]]
Made for I Have Five Hat
[[Recommended Background Listening|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVe7C5wvb44]] while playing
[[Begin]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/city2.jpg" alt="room">
Aside from this, younger folxs search out the singing soothgroups, adhoc masses of homeless youth that form impromptu noise chorales in the dark abandoned alleys and basements of the city, barking out the day's rumors and news stories. Disguised as the vocal noise ensembles that grew popular starting in 20Q3, they consist of any number of crusty individuals playing loud industrial groan-slosh Windstruments or sound-emitters while voxalists take turns improvising growls, shrieks, yelps, shouts or jugular grunts, hiding political stories that the older LawAndOrderParty bosses haven't yet learned runs counter to Official TRUTH™.
[[MORE|Even More]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/city3.jpg" alt="room">
You live in Wumpistan, central section in a dirt room under an abandoned hotel. Most of Wumpistan is held in the iron fist of the LawAndOrderParty's intelligence division, known as InvisibleOffice. Inhabitants are perpetually under view of CCTV and Uber drivers' dashcam-streams. All reading materials are outlawed, so books are rare and thus smuggled storage drives and COMputer parts are the only functional currency worth anything in the underground economy.
[[Give up]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/7.jpg" alt="room">
Rusting spikes line the walls and ceiling of this chamber. The dusty floor shows no sign that the walls move over it, but you can see the skeleton of some humanoid impaled on some wall spikes nearby.
[[D|X]]own<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/5.jpg" alt="room">
Dust coats something sticky on the floor. You hear a low rumbling and cracking noise.
[[U|X]]p<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/4.jpg" alt="room">
The remains of bone dressed in moth-eaten garb lies scattered in clutter. The room is mostly empty, but you note the smell of dry blood, scattered hay and a ritual shrine.
[[U|X]]p<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/city4.jpg" alt="outside">
You smell a foul smell. Moments later you hear a loud screeching sound and make out a huge hulking beast way back in the shadows, edging closer. How long has it been there? The room lacks solid light and your torch is out. You see a caved-in doorway and bash through, to a tunnel. You crawl as fast as you can, around a curve, up an embankment and slide through a crevice to freedom. Abruptly you find you are outside in the bright light. You blink, adjusting your eyes. You were fearful for your life before, but now you don't know what to expect outside. It's been months since you've seen full daylit and you've heard the outside is unsafe.
[[Skulk]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/city5.jpg" alt="outside">
You want to explore but you know it is highly dangerous. You have no scrip, no iDev, barely any clothing. As natives eye you, you realize the only thing keeping you safe is that you clearly have nothing of value on you. You avoid all eye contact but scurry along scanning the ground and rummaging in neo-thrash heaps for any COM parts that can be scavenged. After 6 unfruitful hours you're hungry and exhausted. You decide you must do something drastic. Best to die as a Man than live one day as a bytPwn.
[[Return]] to the catacombs to hunt the Wumpus
[[Rend]] your clothes and shriek as a signal to eHarm sooths<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/city6.jpg" alt="outside">
You are aware of just how precarious your situation is. CCTV and ScanDevs are everywhere in this city, posted invisibly so that you never know where you will be scanned and tagged. It's only a manner of time before it's picked up that an untaxed is walking freely in the sector. You keep your arms down, your face mostly covered, and you attempt to walk as near to buildings as possible so as to minimize the ScanDev's ability to auto-identify you. You walk through one alley after another, hoping to find a gathering of sooth-chorales to sing the recent news, but you never find one. You have run out of ideas.
[[Contemplate]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/city11.jpg" alt="cave entrance">
You re-enter the catacombs. At this location it smells less like death and more like despair. You would very much like to find some food. You have nothing to live for. You don't even know what you're doing here.
[[Cry|Starve]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/shirt.jpg" alt="outside">
You need companionship. You need support. You tear open your shirt and decide you have no choice but to shriek and hope other flks will gather and form a spontaneous noise-chorale.
[[Shriek]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/city11.jpg" alt="overlook">
You're not sure what to do. So you decide to follow what's possibly an unsafe idea to get to higher ground. It's a lot likelier to be seen, but at least you'll have some sense of things. What's out there, and all that.
You walk toward the base of the mountain range north of the city. It takes you many hours to reach the bottom. And from there it's several more grueling hours to get up to a peak. You've had no food, no sleep, no contact.
From on high your body rejects itself and begins a self-destruction sequence. It's matter disintegrates unto itself. Solid to vapor. Soon you will be free of this world. No more than a passing wind.
<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/crobo.jpg" alt="robot machine">
Unfortunately your shrieking has attacted a patrolBot• and they don't have very complicated intel programming. It vaporizes your body matter in a few seconds.
[[FIN]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/vapor.jpg" alt="vaped"><img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/cave.jpg" alt="enter cave">
You wander for hours. You've lost hope. You're nothing. It can't get any worse. Then it gets worse. You feel a draft and hear the telltale grunts of the Wumpus. Moments later a nasty, putrescent smell fills your nostrils. Agonizing seconds later, and your body snaps in half.
[[DEATH]]<img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/under.jpg" alt="in the cave underground">
The whistling sound and updraft as you walked into this room of the cave apparently wasn't enough to clue you in to the presence of the bottomless pit. You have a lot of time to reflect on this error as you fall many miles to the core of the earth into what must surely be molten lava.
[[DEATH]] <img src="http://mynameislee.neocities.org/wumpistan/images/skull.jpg" alt="skull">Double-click this passage to edit it.