[RP/FG] CBRP - The Adventure Game Where Nothing Matters

[Ami]

There seems to be no entrance. Or keyhole. There seems to be a drawing of some cool glasses on where an entrance should be, but no glasses, cool or otherwise, are around.

[The Fury Wraith]

''I prolly need the X-Ray Visor''

Touch the walls to see if they're fake or not.

[Ami]

The walls are offended at your implication, and rebuke you. But yeah, they're real. I mean, the walls are pretty much there to be obstructive.

[DLA]

I counter each of Pappy's strikes, attacking him when I get the chance and sending Bosco to take him down.

[energizerspark]

I headbutt the bad guy.

[Ami]

Bosco shakes his head, clearly afraid of this raging, yet very accurate, maniac. And while each strike is countered, Pappy looks to just be getting angrier. Headbutting him was a bad idea, however, as he hits J with the blunt end of his machete in a fit of rage. Good thing it wasn't the bladed side, or you'd be dead!

[DLA]

I pepperspray Pappy in the face.

[Ami]

Huzzah! Pappy seems distracted, but is still flailing his cleaver around like no one's business! I wouldn't go near that dude without something to pry that cleaver out of his hands.

[DLA]

I use my crowbar to pry the cleaver out of his hands.

[Ami]

That doesn't go too well. You miss, and give him a concussion. Bosco takes Pappy in his mouth like a dog, and looks very please with himself. All the crickling and crackling, it's clear that Bosco has just broken Pappy's spine, eliminating the threat forever. However, he's forgotten what he's done previously.

[DLA]

I take the large cleaver.

[Ami]

You got a large cleaver. It's engraved "To Pappy, love Clark. Happy Father's Day. May no one ever kill you as you guard the warehouse for whatever arbitrary reason you're guarding it."

[DLA]

I enter further into the labyrinth.

[Ami]

Bosco leads the way with his bad-smelling chew toy that was once Pappy. He leads you to the central office, but only to the door. There are chains all around it, but they're weakened by years of rust and plot convenience. There are several DESKS around here, named A and B. THEY ARE TALKING DESKS.

[DLA]

I talk to A and B.