Dead End (don't know what else to call it)

[dr_pepper]

Logo will come once I finalize the name for this
STORY

Your name is Jeff Meyer, you are a retired tour guide for an island off the coast of Maryland, you are now 58 years old and nowadays you spend your time either golfing or stay at home with your wife Natalie, in your apartment in Maine. Life is nice, until one peculiar day
HOW TO PLAY
This is basically an open text adventure, so you can try and do anything really, if any action you choose to perform kills Jeff, however, will simply be responded to as "Bad Idea" there will be visuals for the map and characters when I have the chance, but most of this will be done without due to me not having access to my computer.

START
The date is March 27, 2019 and the time is currently 11:22 AM EST. Natalie is currently out. Your father passed away 3 months ago and you have inherited his house in Maryland. You have been thinking about moving back there, but you have not told Natalie this yet. You have just finished toasting some Hot Chocolate flavored Poptarts.

[Ad Bot]

[Drydess]

make a bad idea

[Foxscotch]

call up nat and ask her if maryland sounds like a nice place to live

[dr_pepper]

make a bad idea

You suppose instead of eating your Poptarts, you could just rub them all over your face...
This thought quickly exits your mind.

call up nat and ask her if maryland sounds like a nice place to live

Better to mention it to her now rather than later. Your cellphone is currently in your bedroom. You set down your Poptarts to go and get it. Upon entering the bedroom, the first thing that catches your eye is an end table that looks rather out of place. Rather than it being a dark spruce like the rest of the furniture, it is a light birch. Yet it looks rather similar to the hutch in your dining room. You can't quite recall how you acquired these two furnishings, but you assume they came from the same place.

Sitting on the table is an IPhone 6s, an empty glass, an alarm clock, a lamp and a bottle of melatonin. On the lower shelf, are some books. 

[Drydess]

check the contacts of the phone

[Foxscotch]

I already told you what to do, get to it, old man

[dr_pepper]

check the contacts of the phone

Here is the list of contacts in order of most called.
Natalie M.
Scott B.
Drake M
Harry B.
Samuel C.
Walter F.
Fred B.
Garry B.
Adam F.
Stan J.
Henry B.
William O.

You seem to know a lot of people with a last name that starts with "B"

I already told you what to do, get to it, old man

You call Natalie...

It's ringing...

Still ringing...

No answer...

[Drydess]

call scott b

[dr_pepper]

call scott b

It's ringing...

He picks up.

Scott: "Hello?"

[Foxscotch]

ask him if he's heard from natty recently

[dr_pepper]

ask him if he's heard from natty recently

Scott: "No...? Have you two decided on what to do with the property yet? Is that why your calling?"

[dr_pepper]

Bump I made an icon for phone conversations that I will use the next time I'm on my computer.

[Drydess]

Scott: "No...? Have you two decided on what to do with the property yet? Is that why your calling?"

tell em you sold it for a couple million to a rich kid

[Potatoh]

Then rub poptarts on your face no matter WHAT happens

[dr_pepper]

tell em you sold it for a couple million to a rich kid

Scott: Heh, what? I don't get it?

Then rub poptarts on your face no matter WHAT happens

You hang up the phone and return to the kitchen to eat your Poptarts. On the way over however, you spot Natalie's phone on the birch hutch. She must've forgotten it when she left!