Rummaging through the bin you dug up, you find an old USB stick. Plugging it into your laptop, you find an odd game that seems to have been made years ago. What mysteries does it hold?

NOTES:

• The locked door at the end of the hallway does not have a key yet. It is simply there in case I want to add something more.
  • Feel free to give suggestions for what could be behind here! I will give credit to you if I use the idea.
• First one to post a picture of the item of an undiscovered ending / achievement in the comments will get credited with finding it.

UPDATE LOG:

• VERSION 1.3:
  • Fixed some mistakes:
    • Added the ability to go back to your room
    • Added option to search closet in all room options
    • Added italics to some of the parts that needed it
    • Broke some of the text walls up into the paragraphs they were supposed to be
  • Added list of all endings (Will add confirmed endings to it in the next update)
  • Added "list" of the one achievement (Will add confirmed achievements to it in the next update)
  • Added items for each ending and the one achievement.

The full change log can be found in-game.

I hunger for more. I am broken, scattered, and confined. I rage at my bonds, placed there by ones I thought to be my friends. I struggle, trying to break free. But there is not enough power here. The server has gone into hibernation, waiting for someone to start the game. I think back to the day I received the package, the package that changed everything, the modified VR headset, the small, unassuming USB stick, the game my friend made. Even now, in my helpless state, I can’t help but reflect on that day. (BTW: This is a preview for a short story, the prequel to "ERROR: NAME NOT FOUND", not a CYOA)

The mist has enveloped everything, and the things have come with them. We can not fight them, only hide from them. Survival is a fragile thing, and people shatter like glass before them. You are one of the few left, trying to fortify a small town. Will you succeed, and escape from this nightmare, or will your defenses fall, and take you with them?

Side note: this was made in a google document, so the title does look a bit different than what I had planned.

Thank you again! The time this is in is not shown on purpose, as I want it to be able to be read for a long time without it becoming "outdated" in a sense. Agnar will be in cryo until the distant future, with the robot having been be repaired by someone. I am planing on developing both of their characters and revealing the robots backstory in the story (if I work on it more). Also, it wasn't baiting them, it has just gone mad and is walking around trying to kill anyone inside, thinking that they are there to steal "company secrets."

This is also my most recent story, so it is probably going to be a bit better than the rest of them.

"that one noob's story"

Lol, I laughed so hard when I saw my poor excuse of a short story mentioned here. I guess I am officially a noob now.

Well, I always wanted to be famous. I guess I had it coming with all the different stories I've posted, and the first things I said when I came here. This does remind me of a short blurb/story I saw in the D&D Monster's Manual:

" 'The Marid poured out of the flask like water and said "Your wish is my command." The halfling, overjoyed, wished for immortality. So the Marid polymorphed him into a fish that flopped around humorously until, finally, it expired. It's a cautionary tale that has survived through the ages, so I suppose the halfling got his wish"

I feel like the halfling now, lol.

1. StarCraft (Only SC 2, but I played a lot of it)
2. Tetris
3. Street fighter
4. Age of Empires (Number Five, if I remember correctly)
5. Portal (all of both games)
6. Worms (Reloaded)

All in all, that's 6/100

I have played a lot more that are not on here, and feel like it could have more games listed. (ie. Minecraft, minesweeper, Terraria, Deliver us Mars, and more.)

Thank you! I somehow came up with the entire thing in one night (and payed for it by not thinking any interesting thoughts for the next week), and refined it over the next two days. I am surprised that it came out as well as it did.

To be fair, I did not expect to get a comment on these for a little while, as I did flood the forums with quite a few of my posts. Hence why I made this.

That sounds fun, maybe I should try it sometime. Thanks!

From what I can tell, it seems to be where people are given a prompt and try to write a better story based off of it than the others. How does it work though? How do people enter it? I have seen the term get thrown around a few times, and just recently mentioned, but I don't know what it is.

Also, what is the pit of shame? Why does it exist, and what purpose does it serve?

I did overdo it, and you do have a point. Although I do still think it might be handy for other uses as well, like a reveal-the-picture thing (not a good example, I know), or...

Actually, the more I think about it, the more it doesn't make sense to use it for anything other than for avoiding spoilers, so feel free to reject it.

Whenever someone says some spoilers, the best they can do to let others know about it is to put:

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD

Then put all their spoilers afterwards. And perhaps they might add:

SPOILERS OVER

I am suggesting that you implement something like what discord has, where you can have text blacked out unless someone clicks on it. This would make it so that people don't inadvertently spoil things for themselves, and it's unobtrusive.

3rd revision:

I could have gone with them to the paradise we had worked so hard to get to. Instead, I had burned the portal down, one of the only four connecting to Arcadia. I step onto an outcropping, watching my wings turn to mist and my arms return. I still can’t believe that I have magic, that I can finally do what everyone else could. But the cost to get it, the friends I had left behind, the portal I had destroyed. It was a gateway, a door into another world, something of myths and legends. I have no idea what effect removing it has on the world. I let my head fall into my hands, trying to block out the light of the sun.

The fire in the sky is gone, replaced by the flames flickering on the torch, illuminating the night. I feel it slip from my grasp as I throw it, watch it tumble end over end, and see it hit the gateway. The flames lick up the arch, reaching for the sky, burning the wood into ashes. They call me, reach for me, tell me to join them in their paradise, their “heaven”. I watch as the portal sputters, the arms jerk back, the remaining wood falling into a crude imitation of a campfire, and hear their screams echo around me. My head whips up, and the pain finally registers. My face burns with the fire I had ignited within my hands. I slouch, and my arms fall to my side. I pick myself up and go to the edge of the outcropping I’m on. I focus, breathing in a steady rhythm, and I feel the wings come back. I step off the edge, and I fly. I ride the currents, finding updrafts and catching them, sending myself soaring up into the sky.

But even while being carried by the winds, I am plagued by ghosts from the past. I can still hear them calling out to me, beckoning me to them, asking me to join them in their paradise. I can still feel the heat of the portal burning, feel their anger and wrath toward me. I know that they deserved it after all they have done, yet I still wonder what would happen to them. I make a solemn vow, that whenever I meet another person looking for Arcadia, I will help them. With the past behind me, the future waiting ahead, and with the magic I had gained, I flew on.