Mid-Term Continued....

some of my project got cut off...here is pages 11 through 17

You are already this far into the call, what would be the point of hanging up you tell yourself. Just then the tone of the voice on the other line changes, the voice is recognizable now it is your friend Eric, the one you have been waiting for all night. He asks you if you want to still hang out and do something. It is already 11 so the options are limited in terms of stuff to do. The movie theater is closed; bowling alleys close up shop in about an hour. The only real option is for Eric to come over and do something at your house. You ask him if he wants to come over he replies “Sure dude”. After about an hour Eric arrives but something is just not right about him. His skin is pale, paler than usual and his eyes glow red. You shrug it figuring he is probably just tired; you turn your back and wave him into the house. Just then you are snatched back and an intense pain emanates from your neck, Eric has bitten you. After wheeling around to face him again you realize what was not right all along, Eric is a ZOMBIE and so are you now!

The End

You decide to push forward despite the late hour. After awhile you eyes begin to feel very heavy but you push forward anyway not wanting to yield to the call of sleep. Although eventually one hand slips off the controller and then the other, you fall asleep. Your system is left on all night and before you awake it has begun to smoke and the CPU has fried due to a faulty fan. You awake to find your brand new PS3 is toasted….maybe you shouldn’t have played so much video games…..

The End

You realize that sleep is an inevitability despite the enticing video game experience it is time to call it a night. After prepping for bed you hit the sack exhausted from the extensive play. The next morning you awake and call your friends to find out what happened the night before. They explain that they tried to call but no one picked up. After a lengthy conversation you make plan to hang out that day instead and you ned up having a great time.

The End

Despite better judgment you push forward with the Zork adventure. The hours pass by eventually yielding to days and then months. Yet you still cannot get any further in the game. You try to sleep but Zork haunts you everywhere you go. Soon you never leave the keyboard, the desk is littered with chip bags and assorted energy drinks allowing you to sleep little and adventure more. One day your body can no longer take the abuse and a massive heart attack ends it all.

The End

After arguing back and forth in your mind you decide the font and pretty colors are just way to enticing. Sweat begins to run down your face, you shift awkwardly in your seat then extend one finger out towards the enter key. After covering your eyes you go for it your finger hits the key, the game begins to load. You think to yourself that wasn’t so bad, so much for world destruction. Little did you know halfway across the US a missile silo begins to open, the launch sequence has been activated. You sit oblivious playing away in the greatest interactive fiction adventure ever. After a few minutes you hear a roaring sound, similar to an airliner flying overhead, but different, closer. The missile impacts the house and pieces and parts fly everywhere and great explosion raps the house and before long it all over. You should have known better than to trust interactive fiction.

The End

After careful consideration you decide interactive fiction isn’t worth the potential annihilation of the human race. You decide it is late anyways and any hope of friends calling at this hour is absurd. After searching around the house for something better to do you decide sleep is the best option. After that night you can never look yourself in the mirror, why couldn’t you just press that button. The game haunts you day after day beckoning you to press it. After a while you can’t take it anymore and check yourself into a mental institution never fully recovering.

The End