With a loud sigh, you awaken at last, stirred from a dreamless sleep by the loud, dissonant beeping that you recognize to be the satanic wailing of your alarm, insidiously annoying in its sheer blandness. Instinctively, you turn your back to it and try to drift away to a more peaceful spot of subjective reality, consoling yourself that it shouldn't take too long.
However, the improvised torture device does not let up, its screaming increasing in volume along with your pounding headache. Opening a single eye in compromise, you cast a glance over the room to locate your ancient enemy, and find its glowing blue display sporting what you presume to be the phone equivalent of a shit eating grin. You groan with dissatisfaction, but it does not help at all. The alarm cares not for your wishful thinking, evidently, so you do your best to force yourself out of bed, nearly falling out as you struggle to your feet.
Whoa, bit unsteady there. You have to balance carefully to reach your phone, which you have seen fit to place at the other end of the room for some undoubtedly terrible reason, but you manage it after a few huffs, puffs and beleaguered steps, disabling the noise and experiencing a brief moment of honest bliss. It lasts until you realize that you also hurt all over, and you can't entirely say why.
When you reach your phone, your eyes rest on the clock. 17:29. And it's apparently Sunday today, too. You look back at the bed bemusedly for a moment until something in your peripheral vision grabs your attention - the bedroom door. It's open, and you can see someone standing near it. You turn your head to see better, and examine the shape in the dim light.
What do you see?Got the urge to run a suggestion game based on an idea I had, so here we are in my newest tertiary game. Hopefully this will go better than the last one!