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[anaphaxeton]

You are in the magical realm of unreality, which is like a basement beyond basements. To get out, you have to play the worst forum game in Bay12 history. How do you play? Well, I don't know. Just play. Welcome!

(Read the latest page to find out what exactly is going on! Or don't, and post the first action you think of. That sounds fun.)

Spoiler: original original post (click to show/hide)

You are trapped in a basement beyond basements, some veritable (yet meritless) and horrendous thing, and you have the luck to be in it. What do you do?

(Welcome, children, to the worst forum game of all time.)

Spoiler: Rules (click to show/hide)

1. You are the committee, the people, the Volk, the dictatorship of the many, the rabochiy, whatever. In the spirit of liberalism, say that you do something to do something.
2. Don't die. That could be bad.
3. The true ruleset of this game is split across twelve six hundred and sixty-six page long tomes. Tome means PDF file in a truly wonderful hidden folder. These rules are just a simplification of these rules: they may change, although the fundamentals will always remain the same.

Spoiler: Index (click to show/hide)

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[TricMagic]

Let there be Light.

Bring forth the Light from my Soul, my Aura.

[TrickleJest]

And I find myself returning to Bay12. Is this anything like the Itty Bitty Titty Comittee? Because if I'm going to watch some girls making out, they better be 2D.

I wave at TricMagic, pointing out in a rather extempore fashion that our usernames both begin with "Tric". Thus, an alliance is in order. Will you accept, decline, abstain, or choose some unforeseen fourth option? Life is but a mystery.

[Rockeater]

Ptw

[Mallos]

I have a mouth, and I can scream.

[anaphaxeton]

Turn 1.

Let there be Light.

Bring forth the Light from my Soul, my Aura.

You declare that there is light, and facta est lux, pouring from your very soul. It's a very good soul. I hope that nothing happens to it -- that'd be terrible! The light reveals that you are indeed in a basement, as opposed to a closet, a bunker, or any other sort of nightmarish location. There is a single wooden door that you're facing. It appears to be open.

And I find myself returning to Bay12. Is this anything like the Itty Bitty Titty Comittee? Because if I'm going to watch some girls making out, they better be 2D.

I wave at TricMagic, pointing out in a rather extempore fashion that our usernames both begin with "Tric". Thus, an alliance is in order. Will you accept, decline, abstain, or choose some unforeseen fourth option? Life is but a mystery.

What's basement survival? An extension of normal survival, taking place in a basement. How do you survive normally? By making allies. You decide to attempt to ally with someone else with an affinity for trickery. I'm not that person, so I have zero clue how they respond.

Ptw

You watch other people scramble about a basement.

I have a mouth, and I can scream.

You scream in the basement beyond basements, an area basically perfect for screaming. It's somewhat shrill, and quite a few of your comrades look at you strangely. Some even scream alongside you. Whatever demented person put you in here is probably satisfied with their work right now.

There are people, and there is an open door to the north. Why hasn't anyone fallen into it yet? That's bizarre.

[TricMagic]

Let Light, my Aura, be my shield against horrors and beasts, silver and steel.

Rwby Aura basically.

[SingularSpades]

Close the door, why bother with new things, you’ve got everything you need in your basement.

[Rockeater]

Well, let's join them, I scramble about a basement

[TrickleJest]

I am one of those comrades that yells alongside Mallos, and the combination of yells and shrieks causes whatever is on the other side of the door, that Schrödinger's monster none of us are yet aware of, to be intimated beyond his wildest dreams. No, see, when he was a child, his brother would frequently abuse him. Late at night, when he was sleeping soundly, the semi-existent abomination, his brother would yell and yell and yell, waking him up, and every night this happened, every time he slept, ate, all of his habits were disturbed by this loud noise that still forever resonates inside his ears.

And this sound reminds him of his brother, sending him into a trip down agony lane, where everything is infinitely worse than the thing before it, and yet each is infinitely bad.

[Mallos]

Scream harder.

[eggnog101]

i throw a glass of eggnog though the door

[anaphaxeton]

Turn 2.

Let Light, my Aura, be my shield against horrors and beasts, silver and steel.

Rwby Aura basically.

Your very good soul pours out very good light. You now have an aura. You're marginally more safe, and marginally less likely to die.

Close the door, why bother with new things, you’ve got everything you need in your basement.

You close the door. Somehow, you aren't in a basement: you're on train tracks, and you're about to be run over! If you get run over, you die, and that's a violation of this game's second rule. You use your defeatist attitude on the train, and stand still, before getting crushed. If this was actually happening, that would be a guide on what not to do. The correct answer is to keep moving along the railroad, never backwards, and never off*.

The door is closed now. Your comrades look at you strangely.

* going off the railroad may not lead to punishment

Well, let's join them, I scramble about a basement

You scramble about a basement, and run into a closed door. It's unlocked.

I am one of those comrades that yells alongside Mallos, and the combination of yells and shrieks causes whatever is on the other side of the door, that Schrödinger's monster none of us are yet aware of, to be intimated beyond his wildest dreams. No, see, when he was a child, his brother would frequently abuse him. Late at night, when he was sleeping soundly, the semi-existent abomination, his brother would yell and yell and yell, waking him up, and every night this happened, every time he slept, ate, all of his habits were disturbed by this loud noise that still forever resonates inside his ears.

And this sound reminds him of his brother, sending him into a trip down agony lane, where everything is infinitely worse than the thing before it, and yet each is infinitely bad.

As you scream, the door is torn to pieces. Somebody's laughing at you.

Scream harder.

Somebody's laughing at you, harder.

i throw a glass of eggnog though the door

You glass whatever's behind the door. It stops laughing for a second, and then continues.

There is an open door. Nobody has looked to see what is behind it, though there is probably something there, which possesses the ability to laugh like a goddamned maniac. It has been glassed.

[eggnog101]

i follow the gm railroad though the door

[Rockeater]

Throw something out of the door, I don't trust it