Getting into the best position you can manage tied to a chair on the ground, you twist your wrists a few times for good measure… yep, you nod, <span class="mu-s">GREASY!</span>
Taking a deep breath to center your ‘<span class="mu-i">CHI</span>’ or whatever, you count to three before trying to wriggle out!
<span class="mu-s">ONE…</span>
<span class="mu-s">TWO…</span>
<span class="mu-s">THREE!</span>
Fueled by the sight of the <span class="mu-s">PINEAPPLE</span> still sitting uncomfortably close to the <span class="mu-s">PIZZA,</span> your wriggling turns into a <span class="mu-s">PRIMAL ROAR</span> as you <span class="mu-i">RIP</span> the ties on your hands and legs <span class="mu-s">ASUNDER!</span>
As your bonds fall harmlessly to your sides, you take a moment to admire your handiwork before yanking your hands out of the loops! Hey, that was pretty easy! Massaging your wrists to get the blood flowing again, you take a walk around the room to see what you’re dealing with…
First and foremost are the things <span class="mu-s">JAKE</span> brought in: <span class="mu-s">THE PEPPERONI SLICES, THE PAPER PLATE,</span> and a <span class="mu-s">PLASTIC BOX OF PINEAPPLE!</span> Spitting on the latter, you shamelessly pilfer the <span class="mu-s">2 SLICES AND PLATE</span> like the proper /qst/ protagonist you are! Sure would be nice to have an <span class="mu-s">INVENTORY</span> right now, wouldn’t it?
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1XghNow we’re cookin’! Taking a lap around the room, you do the sensible thing and try the <span class="mu-s">DOOR</span> first. Unless it’s really old and creaky, which, for the record, it doesn’t seem to be, you’re pretty sure it’s <span class="mu-s">LOCKED.</span>
Next to the door, however, is an old <span class="mu-s">WOODEN TABLE</span>, and on it are a few items of interest: <span class="mu-s">A SCREWDRIVER, RUBBER MALLET, AND A BUCKET</span> all lie strewn about for any Tom, Dick, or Harry to take! How irresponsible!
<span class="mu-i">Yoink</span>!
Your last stop is the <span class="mu-s">TRASH BIN</span> over by the <span class="mu-s">WINDOWS.</span> Peering inside, you find that it’s pretty much empty save for the <span class="mu-s">BUNDLE OF PAPER TOWELS</span> the nurse chucked in. Poking at the bundle with your <span class="mu-s">NIFTY NEW SCREWDRIVER,</span> you feel something nestled within! Sifting through the waste of paper, your <span class="mu-s">IRISH-ITALIAN BLOOD</span> falls a few degrees colder when you see what’s inside!
A <span class="mu-s">SPENT SYRINGE</span> lies on a bed of paper like some sort of medical tool baby. Cautiously fishing it out, you examine the instrument for any clues as to its use, but aside from a few lingering drops of whatever liquid was inside, the only other thing of note is the word printed on the side:
‘<span class="mu-s">HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS!</span>’
It doesn’t strike you as <span class="mu-i">too</span> crazy, though-<span class="mu-s">HAUSER</span> <span class="mu-i">IS</span> all about drugs and meds that take the pain away. Still, you ponder, biting your lip as you go, it’s weird to see it just <span class="mu-i">sitting</span> here…
Not to mention they’re supposed to put these in a <span class="mu-s">SHARPS CONTAINER!</span> Animals!
>YOUR INVENTORY HAS BEEN UPDATED! CHECK THE LINK ABOVE!>CONTD. 