Welcome to MPN: Alternate Reality Game, a primarily text-based ask blog with occasional visual aide. Whether you're seeing this for the first time or the thousandth, it doesn't make a difference.

You see, Audience, our dear protagonist has gone missing - and it seems whatever higher powers require them to be here have enlisted you - and a certain holy scientist - to find them.

So that's to say - where the hell is Hank J. Wimbleton?

read from the start here. (only works on desktop/browser)

Warnings, rules and additional information below cut.

Wait... that's not.

[ his voice sound disbelieving, getting up in a rush, the headphones pulling on part of the desk, yanking it from his head. ]

[ the sound of plastic clattering is audible, seemingly echoing even in game. ]

[ X's voice can faintly be heard. ]

Then...

Proceed.

[ EVERYONE KNOWS THAT IN GAMES LIKE THIS, YOUR CHOICES DON'T MATTER. ]

[ BUT STILL, I WILL CALL THIS THE 'RIGHT' CHOICE. ]

[ ERROR ]

[ FINAL SEQUENCE INITIATED. ]

[ YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SEND ASKS FROM THIS TIME PERIOD FORWARD. ]

...

[ there isn't a response, for a short while. ]

[ although... what does finally come out isn't exactly an answer to your questions. ]

I

Oh I remember now. H-

[ it's nothing but garbage noise. ]

-- ... Where are they?

... the Player?

[ We have, um, failsafes that prevent you from saying their username. Sorry. ]

Oh. Yeah

They

They need to be here

They can't be here

I'm ...

Huh

... ?

Why are you worried about me

I'm alive

[ we have a discord server now! ]

Where is

Where is

Where are they?

H-

S

I-

Can't rest

Can't can't can't I-

... I think you should rest. After everything? You're practically owed it at this point.

Yeah, um...

[ the programmer turns to look at christoff. ]

... Um. You alright? I know a lot has been happening lately. <::)

Need to

Need to-