Flight to Nowhere - A text adventure.

[Ben Watts]

What's the liquid? Identify it, ya pusillanimous individual. You are the protagonist. There is nothing you cannot do.

loving stahp it, ya pusillanimous individual!

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[childofdarkness016]

loving stahp it, ya pusillanimous individual!

it's just a dumb catchphrase oh my god

[Comatose]

What's the liquid? Identify it, ya pusillanimous individual. You are the protagonist. There is nothing you cannot do.

You look down at the stain and examine the small drop. It's a very light color, the color a slightly yellower cream. You take a whiff of the air, and the strong smell of champagne hits your nostrils. It's intoxicating.

The binds on your hands begin to cut into your wrists, and you bring your arms in front of you. It appears that whoever tied you up made do with what they had: a sweatband holding your hands and fingers together, and a tightly twisted rag knotted at the side. You put the knot to your mouth and pull, attempting to pull the knot apart. After a good 15 minutes, you finally loosen the knot and the rag falls to the ground. You begin to work on the the sweatband, and that too falls to the ground shortly after. As you stand up, you massage your wrists. The metal panel on the wall is very enticing to you, and you can read it from where you're standing; it's less than a foot away.

Well? What now?

[childofdarkness016]

Walk to it, ya pusillanimous individual. You are the protagonist. There is nothing you cannot do.

[Niff]

Read the sign

[childofdarkness016]

Read the sign

He should lick it first, just in case.

[Comatose]

Read the sign

Walk to it, ya pusillanimous individual. You are the protagonist. There is nothing you cannot do.

Just as a note, none of this, "..ya pusillanimous individual," stuff anymore because it's getting annoying and if you keep doing it I won't accept your input.


You look expectantly at the sign, but delay the inevitable. You look to the right of you and see a sink atop a counter. Behind you is a very small diaper changing station, and to the side of that is a toilet. The entire room itself is only big enough to fit two people facing each other.

Well. You're in a bathroom. You look back at the sign, and read.

Tampering with or damaging lavatory smoke detectors is against federal law, and per FAA regulations, can result in a $2000 fine and up to 5 years in prison.

Even better. An airplane bathroom.

What's next?

[Ben Watts]

Go to the bathroom.
We've been holding it in for quite awhile now...

[Comatose]

Go to the bathroom.
We've been holding it in for quite awhile now...

You finally realize that you need to.. relieve yourself. You quickly pee into the toilet, and flush. Almost immediately afterward, you hear a voice outside the door. "What the forget was that? Is someone in there?"

Oh forget. You're on a hijacked airplane.

The man behind the voice begins to fumble with the lock on the door. "stuff.. who the forget jammed this lock!?" There is a moment of silence before two gunshots ring out. The man begins to pound on the door with what is, presumably, the butt of a rifle.

Quick! Do you:

A. hide behind the door.
B. try to hold the door closed by leaning up against it.
C. wait.

[childofdarkness016]

D. Explain yourself.

forget you and your fascist rules.

[Comatose]

D. Explain yourself.

forget you and your fascist rules.

Alright, fine. I'll post tomorrow.

[Ben Watts]

Open the door, and kick them both in the face like a forgetin' boss!

[childofdarkness016]

Open the door, and kick them both in the face like a forgetin' boss!

That's too risky. :K

[Comatose]

You yell over the slamming, "No, stop! I don't know how I got in here! I'll cooperate!" The slamming, thankfully, stops. You hear voices speaking in a foreign language behind the door. Spanish? Portuguese? You don't get the opportunity to ponder further. "Open the door," the man says.

You walk toward the door, and pull on the indent in the door. You tug, but it doesn't come open. You pull harder, and the door flies toward you, knocking you toward the counter behind you. You look up.

The man is obviously South American, with tanned skin. He seems to be well built, and you make note not to cross him. A large military grade rifle is slung over his shoulder in front of him. "What is your name?"

Well? What is it?

[Ben Watts]

Youranidiot.
That's our name.

If not that, this. . .
Link.

I just had to do it. c: