Chapter One

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You wake up in a long pure white hall. After you stand up, you realize that there are many different doors.
They go as follows.

A royal blue door that apparently once belonged to a police box.

A worn wooden door with silver inlay in a vaguely similar circular symbol.

A door that looked, and felt like it was made with a condensed cloud.

A living (and moving, as you found out) door that consisted entirely of flowering vines.

A glass door that allowed the view to see many beautiful fish swim past.

And a menacing obsidian door, seemingly glowing with lava.

If you walk through the police box door, go to Chapter Two.

If you walk through the wooden door, go to Chapter Three.

If you walk through the cloud door, go to Chapter Four.

If you walk through the plant door, go to Chapter Five.

If you walk through the aquarium door, go to Chapter Six.

If you walk through the obsidian door, go to Chapter Seven.

If you decide to stay in the hall and see what happens, go to Chapter Eight.

If you decide to find a window and climb out of that, because doors are for people with no imagination, then let me congratulate you on your creativity, and please head over to Chapter 42

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