Another Snowy Week.

First Day.

Option 1 has been chosen.
Culture Tamer: Ben uses his broken bike in defense of the noise maker.

Ben ran for his bike, he took it up and pointed it at whoever making the noise, before the camera cuts to black, for the brunette fellow.

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A man appears at a desk, sitting, reading some kind of Book before he looks up at you, standing up.
"Didn't see you there. Hello, it must've be you're first time around here. Call me....your guide. All your choices have consequences, ever heard of Butterfly Effect? Yes? Good, Good. Well then, i must inform you before we set back to that odd class. If you find anything in that story...it'll provoke flashes for the characters, their deaths or even a way to "save" them, of course it is your choices....Well then, i'll see you in a few hours then."

                                                       
                                                        
Location: America, Winter Cabin???
Character: Hender Lemn.
As i was approaching the group,i saw my brother, he gave me quite the trouble years back, but now we seem to be more....friendly with eachother.
"Dude? Hender? You okay?"
Jacob asks out, I was just spacing out.
"Y-yeah man don't worry just been....thinking."
"You sure? I mean with Ben still not coming back, you have the right to-"
"No really, i'm good, man."
"If you say so...." Jacob answers.
"So what do we do?" My brother says.
"We wait for Ben to come back?" Samuel asks.

Jeez what's the problem with Ben? Did he leave us? What's up his ass?

"Guys, what if Ben got away?"
I ask, they all turn to me.
"Why would he go away ?"
Samuel questions.
"It Can happen!"
My brother retorcs.
"It's an idea we can't reject"
Jacob says but before he could say another word someone interrupted him.
"You losers coming in? Or do you want to stay out in the snow ?" I recognized that voice, it was that....Fucker, Victor Velmini. What a pain in the ass.

We got into the cabin, it was Big, even if a major part of our classmates already settled in, i didn't think it would look that cool, but we managed to get a room for four, plus a mattress for Ben in the middle. That should do it. Ben still didn't come back. But right now, we need to eat, so i told the guys to come into the kitchen, as I was the one cooking today....for the whole class, Cool....then that wealthy vamp bitch talked shit about my cooking.

Option 1: Insult Her.

Option 2: Try to Dismiss the situation.

Option 3: Say nothing.

                                                        
                                                      

Location: Northwest Police Station.
Character: John Dunnigan
Time: Midnight.

The Schoolbus got away with the Teacher and the Driver. Those dumbasses got saved by me, That's all that i'll think of. I looked at the time before going to go back to my kids n wife. But the phone rang, so i've answered, it was inintelligible, i couldn't even decifer a goddamn word.

"Who the fuck is this?"
Then i heard my voice 'gain in the call, those damn pranksters.

"Is this some 10 years old trying to fuck with me?"

"I̳̥͟ͅs̻̬̩ ̴̨̨̳̝ͅth͕҉i̭̱͞s̺͙̕͞ ̴̛͜sơm̜̫͕̀͡͞͝ę̟͓ ̡̡́̕1̛͠0 ̷̛͇͏y̡̕͟͞ea̶̦̬r̸̵̼̕͞s̴̙͎̱ ̸̤o̸̫̺̻l̺̞ͅ͏̡̛͞d̸̨̛͔̠͟ ̶͎̮̕t̸̛̩̞́͜r͘͜͟y͓͚҉̵͞i͚͙ͅ͏̡̛҉n̬ǵ̵̬͚ ̷͍t̷̸̢͜o̶̕͟ ̛͘͡f̶̡ų̵ç̵͢k̸̛̛͕ ̵̸̖́w̧̢̢̛i̴̖̜͟҉͡ț̢̕̕͠h̸̴͕̭͉͘͝ ̨̻̭͢͠҉ḿ̴̨̛͉̘ę̼?͔̻͜͝ͅ.........."

"Ha. Ha. real funny."

"̸̶̴̡̡̲̘̕H̴̢́͞͝a̴̸̠.̵̴͠ ͓H̘͍a̕҉͡.͏̵̢ ̬̳ŕ̷̡̯͢ea̵̵͈̼l͕̝ ҉̶f̨̬́̕ù̶͙̳͜ņ̴͟͞n̴̨̧̕͡͞y̰.̴̢͕̀͜͏"̠

"That's it, Kid. I'm Hanging up."
I said, Hanging up the phone before telling Officer Alan to take his shift. I need to take a break.

                                                                    
                                                           

Location: Interrogation Room.
Character: Alan Perves
Time : Midnight.

"I ran, as fast as i could from this shit. I didn't want to go back there, fuck the others! For god's sake there were demons in that place." I was watching the tape, over and over again, That man didn't speak english very good, but seemed to be quite old, like the chef. But as far as we know, His name is....Mark Varrban, Who went missing years ago. That man was related in the "Cabin Incident" at that old deserted cabin, Not a very smart idea to put it back for schools, we've been chasing school buses away these weeks. Atleast i hope that today was the last bus, the chef then called me to take his position and i got to the phone, he warned me about a kid using some sort of repeating device. I trusted his words and said goodbye, It reminded me of my old job as a "phone guy" in a pizzeria, waiting for the phone to ring to complain about our services. Good old days... Suddenly the phone rang, who could it be ?

Option 1: Answer the call

Option 2: Decline the call

Option 3: Do Nothing.