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[Dredonius]

A man in an orange jumpsuit stands, motionless, in the middle of a cell. Also, he doesn't have a face.
This is the year 2130, or 2140.

Nobody really knows, since the Clock Mafia stole every clock in 2120, removing the concept of time from society completely. But, I'm getting off track.

The planet which encases the room in which the man is standing is a freezing wasteland. After people started burning garbage as a solution to the garbage problem of 2110, a cloud of noxious fumes was formed around The Planet, turning it into a smelly version of Narnia, before the witch was killed. Or something.




The strange manhole cover/bunker at the centerfold of this tableau is where the jumpsuited man currently resides. He rather enjoys it in his hole, although sharing a sleeping bag with five other people gets a bit tiresome at times.




This is one of the millions of shelters where the population of The Planet hid after the dreadful accident with the garbage. Nobody talks about the garbage. Except for the crazy old man down the hall. But this man doesn't like to talk to the crazy old man. On that note, you're tired of referring to him as "this man"



What's his name, anyways?

[GreatWyrmGold]

Peter.

[Dredonius]

Peter'll do. He's still not sure about his last name, though. He'll find it out eventually.



But, why the devil is your door blocked off? You seem to remember that last night was pretty fun, although you can't remember that much about it.

Also, you still don't have a face. You should really do something about that.

[NRDL]

Scratch Glasglow smile onto face.  Using fingernails. 

[GreatWyrmGold]

Open locker and look in mirror to see...

A face! With two eyes, a mouth, a nose, etc.

[Dredonius]

You open the locker, looking in your handy mirror. Unfortunately, after a failed attempt at a Glasgow Smile, your face has been blemished with a long cut. Otherwise, you look perfectly fine.



Now that you've got the face situation under control, maybe you should start thinking about the door. And maybe put on that spare jumpsuit. Yours is all bloody.

[NRDL]

Try pushing against door.  Who knows, it might work.  Also, check pockets of both jumpsuits.

[scapheap]

Check the poster and behind it...and on it's back

[GreatWyrmGold]

Check the rectangle labeled 24.

[Dredonius]

>Check the rectangle labeled 24.

Woah. Dude. You haven't seen this thing in years. After your grandmother gave it to you for your birthday a while ago, you kinda forgot about it. It's your Terminal X-5.
You really don't know if it still works, really. Maybe you should try it out?

[scapheap]

Check the poster and behind it...and on it's back