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themkyle story spoilers you win

Posted by cobra34841 - January 9th, 2023


>> Your name is Fairfox G. Bertenstein


//thegisforgodzilla// ^you think to yourself

You went out for your daily run to see the sunrise, decided to walk, you are on vacation after all!

happy?

disappointed in yourself

maybeidk-^

the sunrise is approximately as nice as you needed it to be)

you take a minute and reflect upon your achievements!

the morning breeze whispers at your surroundings reminding you that you're not alone, you continue your run


THE DAY PASSES

>>You walk up to the night market


it's relatively busy, civilians going about their night merrily, the lights twinkle at you from every angle^you scan the area


*Scuba Diving! ^you saw the sign

*Hardware! ^you sleep on your decisions!

*BOXING ^you win there

*cathedral nox. ^"you dance

you drink

you leave."

*gift shop!

*food shop!

*scary dark alleyway!


>>You enter the MMA place!


There's a boxing ring in the corner, as well as MMA MERCH, various warriors are training

^you're wearing an outfit//wanttobuyanotheroutfit?WIN.

*Challenger enters the ring!<<

>>You enter the boxing ring.

Don't forget to breathe!

>>YOU WON!^

>>Back into the market with You


You bought a new hoodie!


A light grey color with the gym logo emblazoned on the front in gold*!., soft on the inside good heavy fabric for cold nights, with gold capped drawstrings AND! a hood that doesn't make you look dorky if you wear it up, costs like half of your cash! //makessenseitscoolwhatever//


"YARGH" a booming voice echoes around the market followed by a crashing noise

The Captain leaves the food court!


>>You run over to the origin of the noise //maybeyoucanhelp?//

Someone walks up to the mess to sweep it up^

they're wearing the uniform,

*LOUD SIGH SIGNIFYING THEY WANT TO TALK TO YOU*


>>"Hey do you know of any fun things to do around here?"


the lights above the scuba diving desk blink in your peripherals*.*.*.*.*

//noted//

"Yeah like what?"

"Uh"

she's staring at you intently!

"something fun right?"

"Right?"

"scuba diving has a sale today if that's something you'd be into"

"Sure thanks"


>>you walk up to the scuba diving stand!


the sign is made of wood nailed onto some pvc pipe, sharpie is haphazardly scrawled, the table's made of grey plastic, a bedazzled office set is organized


a stand attendant pops her gum at you*


"I was told theres a sale today?"


the stand attendant hands you a business card while writing your name down on a piece of paper*


ok? _______

| |

on the business card are the words | 'end of the alleyway now plz

$free$<3 ' |

| |

_____________________________I

>>you run down the dark alleyway


the ocean waves against the horizon, between them is a large *sailboat, on the deck seems to be some passengers


The Captain shakes your hand!

his pipe is on fire "Welcome aboard!"


>>you board his boat!


the passengers are ice sculptures artisinally crafted //they'llprobablymelt//


the engine starts and it is startling, the statues shudder with the waves,


>>you wonder about the mechanics of the boat


sail.


>>you look around and accidentally are rocked into one of the statues which falls over//ohno//


the statues fall one by one into each other the last one misses the largest statue by a centimeter


The Captain stops the boat


"did you break these statues?"

your heart skips a few beats^


>>you get thrown in the slammer.

for your crimes against ice-kind.//butididntIRRELIVANT//


the room is dungeon-like with a cot and a floor and a door with a large padlock on it*

>>you look around the room


leave the room? |yes|


>>you cannot leave the room you are trapped in the room //somethinginthewaynirvana*//


punch the wall? |yes|

owch


lick the wall? |yes|


>>you lick the wall


it tastes like mildew and salt.


>>your head starts hurting


-some time passes-


>>you've been in the room for what feels like years!


your brain is pounding in your skull and you don't know why


*a golden brick glints in your peripherals //wasthateventherebefore//


>>you pull the brick out of the wall


behind the brick is a dark tunnel //there might be something in thereig//


>>you stick your hand into the brick-hole

then your forearm

upto your shoulder^

grab the handle? |yes|


>>you pull the sledgehammer out of the brick-hole


the handle is polished sleekly, it glints menacingly in your hands!


with one swift motion you break the padlock, it falls to the floor


the door swings open!

//yay//


look around the lower deck? |sure|


the lower deck is a mix of wood and metal with some lockers lining one side containing items the other side is some chairs and a bottle of rum, stairs lead up to the door you entered the lower deck from


>>you break the door with the sledgehammer


water bursts down the stairs //FUCKFUCKCKFUCK//


looking through the lockers* you find some scuba gear //FUCK

don' the scuba gear?? //FUCK//


>>you put on the scuba gear


luckily there's an air tank, the water is bursting through the doorway, you need to get out of there, your head is pounding


//>>you wonder about the captain

>>you break the water with the sledgehammer


looking around you see her, the statue, illuminated from a porthole, almost invisible under the water, looking up your heart drops as you realize where you're at-


the boat had sunk as you were in the slammer, your head is pounding, letting go of your sledgehammer you can't see the surface, she floats upwardly!


>>you put your hands on your temples

^>>your head explodes from the pressure*


THE STATUE MELTS :D

YOU DIED GOOD NIGHT LOVE YOU MWAHS ALL AROUND


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