> ESCAPE.
You attempt to escape the carrd.
It's a bit of an ordeal- you're not entirely sure where you're going at any given time, and the vast blue grid surrounding you doesn't make it any easier.Warning ahead for swearing, mild violence, and second-person narration.
Escape the Carrd is a choose-your-own-adventure style minigame that I added to my carrd back when I first made it. As such, it's been in development since, like, February 8th, 2021, and it's not really seeing an end anytime soon.It's not very coherent, and it isn't really intended to be- at least, I don't think so. It's really just for fun at this point.Take it as more of a time capsule than a proper show of my writing skills. Doing the math, I was 18 when I first started this, and I know I've learned a lot since then.Currently, Escape the Carrd has 2 implemented endings out of an outlined 8- that is, 3 'good ends', 4 'bad ends', and 1 'true end'.(It is also directly responsible for me shilling out for pro lite.)
> PRESS ONWARD.
You press onward, ignoring the strange buzzing sensation against your skin.
In the distance, you spy a figure walking towards you.
> FLEE.
Before the figure can get any closer you turn tail and run like the wind, legs pumping beneath you.And when you slow to a stop...You find yourself even more disoriented than before.You are lost forever, doomed to wander the expanse of the grid.
> APPROACH.
The figure approaches, glancing around everywhere but you.
The look on his face makes you think he knows more than you. Or, at least, he thinks he knows more than you.
Then, he finally looks at you, and right away you feel annoyance prickling at you like a thornbush.(ooo you wanna punch this guy so bad)
> Give him a keyuss?
You lean in 'n give him a little smoochy smooch. A little peckaroo. A little kissie..........
He seems to be too shy to say anything.
> Sit and stay a while.
You decide to hang out for a bit. Escape can wait, after all, and maybe you think this guy's cute. Maybe you wanna smooch some more. Maybe you really want this narrator to write the x reader fanfic of your dreams.Who knows?Either way, you might be here a while.
> Punch him.
You slug him in the nose as hard as you can, hard enough that you feel a crunch beneath your fist.Is there blood on your knuckles? Yours or his? You don't know. Suddenly, you feel as if you've quite lost yourself.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Ah, now we're talking! Or, rather, now he's talking.
"I WAS GOING TO HELP YOU, YOU FUCKING FREAK!"
> De-escalate.
Sighing, you apologize for slugging him in the face, wiping your bloodied knuckles against your thigh.You'd really appreciate his help, if he's willing to provide it.
He thinks for a moment, reaching up to wipe the blood from his nose.Then, he relaxes, rolling his eyes.
"...You're lucky I'm feeling nice, or I'd be getting ready to leave you somewhere even more shitty."
> Fuck you!
You glare right back at him and his bloody nose and his leather jacket and his stupid fucking chicky hat, and you plainly tell him he kind of fuckin' deserved that.After all, you've been wandering for a while now. You're on edge and anxious to get out, so the last thing you need is some douchebag walking up and distracting you....And, though he's still irritated...
He calms a bit, now looking more irritated than furious. Not even that. Miffed, maybe. Incensed.
"...I was waiting for you to say hi."
He pauses, indignant, then continues.
"If you can give me one good reason right now not to just ditch your ass, I'll help you get out. Better fuckin' make it good, though."
> Say hi.
You introduce yourself, explaining again your situation and what you're trying to do. He listens, frowning, 'til you're finished speaking.Then...he grins, sniffing and wiping his nose on his sleeve before beginning to speak again.
"Lucky for you, I know this place like the back of my hand. Follow me, alright?""My name's Dillon."
> Follow.
The newly-introduced Dillon leads you in a winding walk through the void, strutting with all the confidence of a dude that didn't just get punched like 10 minutes ago.An uncomfortable silence falls as you walk, one that he makes no attempts to fill.There's a tension in the air. You don't appreciate it.After an indeterminable amount of time (you don't have a watch or anything), he stops and spins on his heel to face you.
"We're heeeere."
You look around, confused. It looks like more of the same. Where could you possibly be that's more important than everywhere else?When you turn back, you're met with a hard blow to the cheek.Letting out a grunt you stumble to the side, dazed, only to be smacked upside the head. The impact is hard enough to drop you to your knees, head spinning.Vision swimming, you look up at Dillon, only to see him already walking away with a metal flashlight in hand. He must have pulled it from his jacket pocket, but when?You try to call out- perhaps to insult, perhaps to plead -but all that gets you is a middle finger from the only other person you've seen the entire time you've been trapped here.You have been unceremoniously ditched.
> Say hi.
You tentatively say hello, introducing yourself (despite your better judgement) and explaining your odd predicament. He raises an eyebrow, taking a moment to look around. ...Though...you get the idea that it's just for show. He looks very self-assured.
"Mmmmm...yeah, this place can get a little confusing."
"Lucky for you, though, you met me. Soooo...what do you have to offer me?"