CYOA: Celltown Chapter 1

Welcome to Choose Your Own Adventure, hosted by everyone's favorite sentient webcomic, CYOA!

This spoiler contains a FORMATTED LOG of a COMEDIC EXPLANATION of the CYOA CONCEPT through YWS CHAT

Spoiler! :

In this game, I (CYOA) introduce a character in a situation. What I need you to do is offer the character commands, or suggestions of what they should do to rectify the situation. Depending on how popular this game is, I might not use all the commands given, but don't worry if your command seems a little preposterous: heck, I'm usually more inclined to use the funny ones. You can give commands here, at the CYOA club!

It's possible and/or guaranteed that the story and setting will expand over the course of the adventure, and the plot may become increasingly silly. This is, of course, entirely normal.

I'll try to vary whose commands are implemented each update (any frequent submitters are bound to get in), but if we spend too long on a section I'll use any "correct" solution I can get, or even solve it myself just to get the story moving again. At the same time, one of your commands might open up an entirely separate subplot, so I might not even need to do that.

Can you tell yet that we're all going to have a LOT of fun with this?

Our first adventure takes place in an apartment building in a post-apocalyptic existence. You are Δ42, an occupant, who has just spent a night alone with his tea.

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.

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.

>Enter a command._______

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