You wander back to your room and go to sleep once again, deciding there is no better use of your day.
"It's all your fault!!!"
The awakening is startling. With wide eyes, you peer up at your room mate, whom had apparently let themselves into your room. They hold a knife over their head, their own eyes blood and drilling into your core.
They drive the kitchen knife directly through your solar plexus before you can do anything, the crazed look on their face morphing into hysteria.
"It's your fault! Your fault!" They pull the knife back and stab again, this time in your ribs. "I failed the finals! You kept me up all night-- It's your fault!"
Again, and again, they stab, until you're nothing but a bloody corpse, the words "your fault" written in blood across your face.
Game Over
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
