Light bends through the treetops as the sun rises through the sky. A squirrel chases another up a tree, seemingly playfully. An old man sits watching the joggers, his eyes transfixed on the young, supple ladies in their sports bras - reminders of his youth and his long-lost wife. He scatters scraps of bread to the ducks, each a mindless drone entranced by their starchy prize, greedily gulping up their allowed carbohydrates before drifting aimlessly once more across a placid pond. A dog lunges towards the pond, barking madly at the waterfowl as it strains against a leash held by a late middle-aged housewife despondently holding a bag to be filled with her only friend's wayward droppings. These are but a few of the sights - and the dangers - you will face, should you be willing to take...
A Walk In The Park.
The rules are simple. Pick a path. Make decisions. The tough part, though, is living with them...
You begin your walk. Ahead there are two paths. On one of them is a sign - "Aviation Museum". The other leads to a beautiful, wide-open area next to a duck-filled pond. Do you go:
To the Skies
OR
To the Birds
Either way, you must choose by 11:30 AM on Thursday.
"I, too, would prefer to know the Xalxe of my demise." - Felissan, 2022
- On this day in history: mundanity, and terror, and food, and love, and trees -
Holder of the Longest Continuous Weekly Mafiascum Post Record. 1 July 2012 - 16 Feb 2023
*It may be held by someone else if you discount the major downtime in 2012 and 2014, I'm not doing the research.
goin out for food then updating. will also be making the actual rules post today! (since the episodic nature of this version of WITP means that i actually need those)
You walk over to the pond. There's a sign nearby the path, one of those standard yellow caution signs with the word "DUCK" written on it in big, black letters. You find its warnings to be exceedingly obvious given the number of ducks in the area, though. I mean, where's the sign that says "sky" and "path" and "grass" and "Gerald". Speaking of Gerald, he sits on his favorite bench with his bag full of bread crumbs. He sprinkles them to his waterfowl friends, as they quack merrily at their daily fare.
A loud whistling noise begins, not unlike a kettle reaching a boil. It steadily gets louder, and louder, and louder.
A flash blinds you all as a loud blast meets the trail in front of you. A bag of bread crumbs sails over your heads, blood from Gerald's still-attached arm spraying over you like a grim shower. A look over at the former park bench paints a morbid, red-stained picture of malformed gristle and bone.
You notice more of these objects on the horizon. You are being bombed.
Do you:
Run!
or
Duck!
or
Hide behind someone else! (Specify whom. You may not hide behind someone hiding behind you, that's fucking silly.)
You enter the aviation museum, and have a lovely time experiencing the joys of the wonder of flight! The fanciful displays of the amazing technology that allows us to order unnecessary, overpriced consumer goods at a slightly discounted rate that makes us feel that our material possessions somehow have more worth in spite of still being useless displays of pointless first-world hedonism and have them delivered overnight by Amazon builds up a wonderful, wonderful hunger.
You eventually stop at the little restaurant inside, cringingly named "Lindburgers". You must now order one of three meals. Do you order:
Vast Wright-Wing Conspiracy
or
Earharts of Palm Salad
or
The Space Shuttle Nacho-llenger
Either way, you must decide by 2 AM on Thursday.
Hungry:
Flameaxe (Wings)
Drench (Wings)
JDGA (Salad)
Also Starring Gammagooey as "KingdomAces" (Wings)
Aronis
Radja (Salad)
xRECKONERx
KuroiXHF
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