When you enter this room, it's a small white room, very plain, and you can see a plain white door on the opposite side.
A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Tickle Torture."
And—as you take steps across the room, feathered implements emerge from the walls, getting under your arms and chin, beneath your nose, until you can't help but gasp from the little bits of sensation, and it doesn't let up until you're doubled over in uncomfortable laughter.
But, hey! It's not excruciating torture, and now you can get to the door on the other side. You may enter the next choice room.
When you enter this room, it's a small white room, very plain, and you can see a plain white door on the opposite side.
A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Tickle Torture."
And—as you take steps across the room, feathered implements emerge from the walls, getting under your arms and chin, beneath your nose, until you can't help but gasp from the little bits of sensation, and it doesn't let up until you're doubled over in uncomfortable laughter.
But, hey! It's not excruciating torture, and now you can get to the door on the other side. You may enter the next choice room.
You enter a room, and there's a sound like… tearing, maybe? And you realize that the soles of your shoes, if you have them, have been torn off from below you somehow, leaving you technically barefoot. And then the tile floor below you starts sliding back into the wall, dropping you onto—
"You have chosen: Legos."
There's a door on the other side of this room, and… technically you are unobstructed. In reality this is a room of pointy legos and they are, uncomfortably, poking into your feet in a deeply unfortunate way.
You enter a room, and there's a sound like… tearing, maybe? And you realize that the soles of your shoes, if you have them, have been torn off from below you somehow, leaving you technically barefoot. And then the tile floor below you starts sliding back into the wall, dropping you onto—
"You have chosen: Legos."
There's a door on the other side of this room, and… technically you are unobstructed. In reality this is a room of pointy legos and they are, uncomfortably, poking into your feet in a deeply unfortunate way.
ROUND 1: Discussion
ROUND 1: Choices
ROUND 2: Discussion
ROUND 2: Choices
Re: ROUND 1: Choices
Re: ROUND 1: Discussion
What does this all mean ]
Re: ROUND 1: Discussion
Re: ROUND 1: Choices
Re: ROUND 1: Choices
A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Tickle Torture."
And—as you take steps across the room, feathered implements emerge from the walls, getting under your arms and chin, beneath your nose, until you can't help but gasp from the little bits of sensation, and it doesn't let up until you're doubled over in uncomfortable laughter.
But, hey! It's not excruciating torture, and now you can get to the door on the other side. You may enter the next choice room.
Re: ROUND 1: Choices
A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Tickle Torture."
And—as you take steps across the room, feathered implements emerge from the walls, getting under your arms and chin, beneath your nose, until you can't help but gasp from the little bits of sensation, and it doesn't let up until you're doubled over in uncomfortable laughter.
But, hey! It's not excruciating torture, and now you can get to the door on the other side. You may enter the next choice room.
Re: ROUND 2: Discussion
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
Re: ROUND 1: Choices
Re: ROUND 2: Discussion
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
"You have chosen: Legos."
There's a door on the other side of this room, and… technically you are unobstructed. In reality this is a room of pointy legos and they are, uncomfortably, poking into your feet in a deeply unfortunate way.
But once you cross, the door opens, and you spill into the next room.
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
"You have chosen: Legos."
There's a door on the other side of this room, and… technically you are unobstructed. In reality this is a room of pointy legos and they are, uncomfortably, poking into your feet in a deeply unfortunate way.
But once you cross, the door opens, and you spill into the next room.