You wake up, it's 2015 again, Tumblr heyday, your friends are unbanned, the posts, the bits... the block is hot but the dash is hotter, one wrong move will get you deactivated...
who you tappin and who you cappin?
You see several people arguing passionately about something. You can't make out any words, but one of them is wearing a Steven Universe shirt.
You see a featureless gray wall immediately in front of you.
You see a featureless gray corridor extending off an unknown distance into the darkness.
You venture forth into the hallway. As you take your first step, your foot bumps into something solid.
You see a knife on the ground. Though its blade is pitted and dulled by time, it still gleams in what little light remains here.
You pick the knife up and put it in your pocket. Its heft feels good in your hands.
Your stomach begins to rumble...
You are holding: 1x KNIFE, 1x STICK, 1x TINDER.
You sit down and whittle the stick to a point.
Lost 1x STICK, gained 1x SPEAR.
You cup your hands to your mouth and yell out into the darkness. "Man, I'm such a waste of space, even getting drunk doesn't make me feel better any more, I should just die!"
Through the overwhelming silence present in this place, your ears faintly begin to pick up the scrabbling of talons on stone.
Although its gray skin has evolved to blend in perfectly with the gray walls and oppressive darkness of these halls, you can just barely make out the form of a wild Anonymous approaching, drawn by your cries. Its sunglasses-covered eyes glint in the darkness. Although it has no mouth to move, it speaks constantly in a stream of consciousness as it patrols. As it draws closer, you can make out some of what it's saying: "you just want attention, if you actually cared you'd [chewing noises], drug addicts like you are worthless..."
>throw spear at anonymous
Your aim is true: the sharpened stick flies down the hallway and pierces directly through one of the Anon's reflective eye coverings. It shudders, twitches, and gurgles as its pitch-black blood pours out in gouts, never breaking eye contact with you or stopping its rambling until it just abruptly... ends.
Sorry, I don't know what you mean by "skin".
You bleed, skin, and field-dress the Anonymous corpse.
You gained 1x RAW ANONYMOUS MEAT and 1x RAW ANONYMOUS HIDE.
You can't do that without a fire.
You can't use those items like that.
Your stomach rumbles again, louder this time...
An app you used a lot in 2015. You were quite the manwhore back then.
Sorry, I don't know what you mean by "fuck".
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