CYOA

CELLTOWN: BEGIN

CHAPTER 1: Wet

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A sudden coldness hits you full in the face, rousing you from your slumber. Despite the rude awakening, you're still somewhat groggy; that was a lot of tea you drank last night. And not the good stuff either, just some cheap leaves you bought downstairs in that out-of-the-way corner where the security isn't that tight. Your brain just wants to forget everything for a few more hours.

Everything feels quite moist. Either you've been sweating heavily all night, or that tea has run right through you and you've had an accident - wait, no, that's right, water is spraying you in the face from somewhere. You finally sit up and run a hand down your face.

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You're relieved at the confirmation that the liquid filling the ever-growing puddle on your floor didn't come out of your body in any capacity. There's a HOLE in the wall that it seems you attempted to block with DUCT TAPE, but that solution didn't last long.

You are embarrassed to vaguely recall that, in the throes of tea intoxication, you attempted to borrow some water from your neighbors next door to make more tea when your sink cut out. You'd better do something about this strangely familiar situation before things get bad.

In the corner of the room is your SINK. Your PORTABLE RANGE and an unmarked CARDBOARD BOX sit on the floor. A MINI-FRIDGE is against the wall. On top of the MINI-FRIDGE you can see your beloved LAVA LAMP. In your current state of tea-hangover-induced delirium, you can't remember anything about the contents of your MINI-FRIDGE or that CARDBOARD BOX.

What now?