#game2win

You see another object start to shift awake. Pink, heart-patterned, slightly tube-shaped… 

You stifle a laugh, bringing your hand to your mouth. 

This, unfortunately, draws their attention to you.

???: Gweh? Huh? What’s so funny…? 

They rub their eyes, sitting up. And they stare at you, and at Beverly. And then they look down at themself, wide eyed and red with blush.

???: THE HELL-? 

Then, they look up at you again.

???: Don’t you fuckin’ laugh! Stop that!

PEN: S-Sorry,! Sorry, just… Ohh, my god? That–! That is really unfortunate. But— 

BEVERLY: Okay, whatever, you’re a vibe. Who are you? Were you human too? 

WELCOME TO:

GAME TO WIN!

An object show "comic"/text adventure by @apotheoseity ! Updates on weekends!

SYNOPSIS: After waking up in a grassy expanse surrounded by strangers in the same situation, Pen, a kind-hearted journal must find a way back home with the help of odd new friends, lest they all become victim's of THE TOWER's perilous competition.

Current CWs: Adult language/jokes, implications of death/harm, scopophobia, mentions of violence/blood, horror

It’s quiet, eerily so, a soft breeze waving through the grass. 

Grass? Since when were you outside?

You squint open your eyes, which you’re not too sure you had before, staring up at a clear, blue, endless sky. A single thought runs through your head.

Where’s Maya?

Maya, your girlfriend, who you had been in bed with the night prior. Last you remember, you had been placed on her bedside table as she drifted off. You are her Journal, after all.

You stretch your arms– No, arm, singular. That’s new, too– and wake yourself up, fully.

It’s new, you hadn’t been alive prior to this. Not in this way, at least. But limbs, a face? That’s not something you’re used to. 

You sit up, looking over yourself… Aside from the new extremities, everything seems in order. But, there still lies the question:

EMORY: Yeah, sure, whatever. I don't really have much stake in this, so... Sure. I, or whatever. Is that there?

They boredly toss the paper aside, not really in the spirit of the game.

THE TOWER: Wooooow! Lucky you, getting ahead in the world! A good eye, one could say!

EMORY: What? That's not even a good joke.

THE TOWER: Shut! Up. Anyway... Emory's team is in the lead!

BEVERLY: Conduit? What, like some sort of like, wizard shit?

THE TOWER: Wooowww! Lookie you! Guessing it soo quick! A little, uh, little quickie, there! That means you get a point!

You grin at the achievement, giving Beverly a high five (the best, and only one you've ever had) as the rest of your team cheers. The screen even shows a little shower of confetti.

THE TOWER: You know what that means, looosers!

EMORY: Uh. No? Why would we know that.

THE TOWER: It means someone from your team is on the ch-ch-chopping block! Audience, do weigh in on your opinions. Emory, Cathode, Polyphony, Tool, Tie, and Vita! One of these lovely objects is up to be eliminated!

THE TOWER: Now, you might be thinking, “you seem unprepared!” And to that I say, I’m waiting! For my boss. To tell me what to do. … Okay, uh, oh. Oh, that’s fuuuun!

The Tower chuckles to themself before speaking again, seemingly leaning close to their microphone.

THE TOWER: Let’s let our viewers choose what the first challenge is, hm? Getting some good-old audience participation up in here! Send some letters to the contestants too, why not? Just don’t read each other’s mail! Or else!

Between the two teams, a mailbox sprouts from the ground. Normal, inanimate.

BEVERLY: Urgh! Okay, you know what? As team leader, I’m f– I’m making a new rule, no being annoying. 

She crosses her arms, annoyed. You hold back from making a rude quip in response.

FLASH: Dang, breaking the first rule already, then?

Seems like someone beat you to it. You quietly scoot away from the group, looking over to Emory’s team to check up on them. And eavesdrop.

They seem a bit more hectic than over on your side. One of them, some sort of instrument(?) seems to be preaching, or something, and the others are aggressively ignoring them. Emory, particularly, looks like they might scream.

FRUIT GUMMY GUY: — and that’s when I said, y’know, do I look like the kind of guy who’d— 

You stop listening, immediately bored of eavesdropping. It didn’t seem like anyone else was listening, either. It’s great timing, for you, as The Tower speaks up again, voice crackling from the speakers. 

THE TOWER: Okay, that’s enough chit-chat. Nooow, uh, let’s.. Get to the game! Show. Uhhh……