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?

Might be a bit late here, but could I do one? It sounds interesting, and I think I might like it.

He shall be missed by no one.

I wonder if he'll ever make an alt?

The title is actually the prompt for what we had to write, as this was made for a class.

Thanks! The only reason I used the Shakespearean English is because nothing else sounded as good, so I used it. I also don't know why I put the semicolon there, but oh well.

Thank you! I didn't have any main idea in mind when I started writing it, but I did eventually make it about the fear of the unkown. I think it turned out pretty well for how I had nothing planned for it in the beggining.

Fresh has it right, it is (kind of) the title. And this was made within half an hour while colaborating with someone else on a google doc, so all thoughts of formating had been thrown out the window.

Might as well put this here.

The Price of Magic (3rd revision):

Alighting onto an outcropping, I watch my arms return and my wings fade to mist. I revel in the fact that I have magic, that I can finally do what everyone else could. But were the friends I had left behind worth it? Was the portal I had destroyed too big a price? It was one of the only four connecting to Arcadia, the paradise that we had worked so hard to get to. It was a gateway, a door into another world, something of myths and legends. I have no idea what effect removing it will have on the world. I cradle my head in my hands, trying to block out the light of the sun.

The burning fire in the sky is gone, replaced by the flames flickering on the torch, illuminating the dark, moonless night. I feel it slip from my grasp as I throw it, watch it tumble end over end, hear the thump of it hitting the gateway. I feel the heat of the flames licking up the arch, reaching for the sky, burning the wood to 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, what little wood that remains fall into a crude imitation of a campfire, and hear their screams echo around me. My head whips up, and the pain of my face burning finally registers. I try to calm myself down and pick myself up. I focus, breathing in a steady rhythm, and 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.

Though I am being carried by the winds, the ghosts from my past still haunt me. Still I 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, as if their anger and wrath toward me was stoking the flames higher. After all they have done, I know that they deserved it. Yet still I wonder what would happen to them. I make a solemn vow to myself then, a promise that if I ever meet another person looking for Arcadia, I will help them. I will use my magic to find another portal, and ensure they make it there safely. With the past behind me, the future waiting ahead, and with the powers I had bargained for, I flew on.

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.