You stand on the
street corner in front of a
building with blood-red curtains. A thin amber barrier covers the
door.
You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels somewhat empty. You have no name.
The
road churns with screaming, confused
people, a few unmoving, and is lined with
tall shops and buildings as it stretches off in
all four directions.
What do you do?
You stand on the
street corner in front of a
building with blood-red curtains. A thin amber barrier covers the
door.
You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels somewhat empty. You have no name.
The
road churns with
people, lined with
tall shops and buildings as it stretches off in
all four directions.
What do you do?
>DO: USE OTHER SIDE OF THE MULTIFURCATOR PEOPLEYou split again. Four Minds, four sights, one self.
One self attempts to revert his action by turning the
multifurcator around and using it again. It doesn't seem to work - the
multifurcator does nothing. One poor fool runs up to you, asking in a burbled slew of a thousand words what you did. You stumble back from him just as a careening vehicle strikes the poor fellow. He goes silent and still.
Another, the one who used the
multifurcator first, does nothing, doesn't arise suspicion. There is nobody there to force you back from where you were standing. You are struck, and your vision goes grey as all your
multifurcators' white sections flash.
One mind goes silent and dissipates. Three minds, three sights, one self.
A third uses the
multifurcator for the first time, but the other end. The same result occurs. The screaming begins again, all is the same.
The fourth does nothing. A woman walks over. Her words are layered, as if she is saying every phrase at once, but the tone asks if you're alright.
>DO GO SOUTH
You split once more. Six minds, six sights, one self.
One self, shaken, stumbles southwards and emerges into a market.
Another does nothing. The screaming crowd notices and closes. Your vision goes grey and the white sections flash.
One mind goes silent and dissipates. Five minds, five sights, one self.
One self, the one who only
other side of the multifurcator, turns, walks south calmly, disregarding the chaos and screams behind you.
The other one who used the
other side of the multifurcator, does nothing, doesn't arise suspicion. There is nobody there to force you back from where you were standing. You are struck, and your vision goes grey as all your
multifurcators' white sections flash.
One mind goes silent and dissipates. Four minds, four sights, one self.
One of the ones that the woman asked turns and walks away, into the market.
The last does nothing. The woman again emits that string of nonsense, but the tone is questioning.
You stand in the
market. There are
shops all around, and a
road to the north
You are wearing a
slightly bloody rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You have no name. You are shaken
Screams roil from the
road to the north. The people here are confused and scared, and a few are looking at you.
What do you do?
You stand in the
market. There are
shops all around, and a
road to the north
You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You have no name.
Screams roil from the
road to the north. The
people here are confused and scared.
What do you do?
You stand in the
market. There are
shops all around, and a
road to the north
You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You have no name.
The
people here mill about, looking at the various shops.
What do you do?
You stand on the
street corner in front of a
building with blood-red curtains. A thin amber barrier covers the
door.
You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You have no name.
The
road churns with
people, lined with
tall shops and buildings as it stretches off in
all four directions.
A worried woman stands before you.
What do you do?
>DO: USE MULTIFURCATOR MULTIFURCATOR
ERR: CANNOT USE MULTIFURCATOR ON MULTIFURCATOR.
>DO
n = 0
{
:loop:
USE MULTIFURCATOR SELF
INCREMENT n +1
if n == 100
then goto :end:
else goto :loop:
:end:
end
}
ERR: INVALID SYNTAX: "goto" NOT DEFINED.
NEW PREFIX:
FORCE![COMMAND] > force all selves to do an action -> do not have a do-don't split.I underestimated the power of exponential growth. Oh good god.
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