And Now For Something.. Text Adventurish!

[SmJe]

"no definatelly not!" you reply

"Oh I see, then you give me no choice!"

[Raven]

You look down and find your feet sinking into a grey ooze.

The large shambling shape starts muttering a strange incantation and you feel your body sinking further into the ooze.

What do you do?

[SmJe]

Looking around for something to pull you out, you start to panic. Sinking deeper and deeper into the primevil ooze.

Just as all hope was lost a voice calls out. "Looks like you need a hand".
Reaching out a strange figure holds out what can only be described as an animal horn or tusk. Grabbing hold of it you pull yourself out of the muck. Just as you are free the mistery man dashes off into the distance and dissapears within the undergrowth.

[Hugs4Drugs]

you think to yourself "what the hell is happening to me? this morning i was meerely out for a stroll and then this happens?"

putting the thought to rest, you dash off into the underbrush after the mysterious savior with wreckless abandon. bushes wrip at your face as you track down your quarry. nimble as a fox you scale a large tree to attempt to see any tracks the mystery man might have left. suddenly the tree moves, throwing you from it. your last though before smacking the cold hard earth....

[Raven]

The air explodes from your lungs and you sit up dazed and confused.

Scrambling around you grab the handle of your demon poo stained shovel severely wishing it was a chain saw and look up to see a large gnarly face staring back at you from the tree.....

"hoom hello, sorry but you tickled me and caught me unawares" states the treeman.

"What are you doing in my forest?......"

[Hugs4Drugs]

you reply, "funny story actualy..." and you elaborate on the past events that lead you to the forest.

the tree replies "dude, what an f'd up day."

the treeman decides not to squash you, and takes you back to his lair. a quaint lair, a few posters of Jenna Jaimeson and the rolling stones. a modest couch with the TV set playing re-runs of All in the Family. tidy, but not clean. you leave your demon-poo stained shovel outside on the doorstep and step inside...

[Raven]

"Wait!" You exclaim excitedly...

"That's not Counter Strike I see on your screen is it?"

"Hoom, yes states the treeman. Can you play?"

[Hugs4Drugs]

"Can i play?!?" you say confidently.

"Ill pwn you n00b..." says the tree...

you and the tree then sit down for a massive 1v1 session. the tree just happened to have another computer and another copy of CSS handy for just such an occasion. the gaming gets heated, cursing back and forth to one another....

[SmJe]

eventually after a 100 round battle royal, you both decide on a tie.

The tree says with a sigh, you may have not beaten me nor did you win, however you have earned the right to pass...

So with a deep breath you travel further into the enchanted forest, who knows what you may see or for that matter what trees will challenge you to a battle to the death on dust!...

[Undisciplined]

After a few minutes of silent trekking, you hear movement just up ahead. You stop dead in your tracks, listening for further movement. Just as you decide its safe to carry on walking, an ear-splitting scream fills your brain as you slap your hands to your ears and scrunch up your eyes.
The screaming died down and you open your streaming eyes, trying to find the source of the anguish. Lurking behind a nearby tree clutching a hostage with an elven blade, is a 4ft masked terrorist..

[pantlessgoon]

You reach for your spade only to find that you left it outside of the tree's lair. After carefully examining your immediate surroundings you spot a hefty stone, a large stick, an original X-Box controller, and a dead deer.

Your options are:
1. Keep walking and ignore the terrorist.
2. Attack with any of the items you can see.
3. Gut the dead deer with your bare hands and wear its carcass as a costume.