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Wait around the dining room for Mr. Johnson

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 01:05:34 GMT

Pouz:

Ignoring the voices emanating from the kitchen, you politely wait for somebody to greet you and escort you to your preliminary meeting with Mr. Johnson, the big boss. After several minutes, you begin to get impatient; cooks aren't known for their patience, and in fact, many of them have ADD. You suppose you might also.

You begin pacing more and more, anxious to do something.

Do you:

*[[Holler for somebody's help]]
*[[Explore the dining room in greater detail]]
*[[Go check out the kitchen and see what's going on back there]]

Go check out the kitchen and see what's going on back there

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 01:02:08 GMT

Pouz:

Since the kitchen is your domain, and eager to Carpe Deez Nuts, you check out the activity in the kitchen. As you stroll down the narrow alley that passes the bar and leads from the dining room to the kitchen, you stop and see a condom wrapper laying on the floor in the corner. The morning cleaner person must not be finished making the rounds yet. At any rate, this seems like your typical restaurant so far.

You walk confidently through the double doors and into the kitchen. Bright lights momentarily blind you since you're still half asleep, but you're used to it, so you don't complain. You're surrounded by refrigerators with sliding glass doors, toasters, and silverware. To your right is the dish area, and it's big and notably secure enough to house the retarded dishwashers that you hate talking to. It's best if they're kept far away. In front of you is a counter and a giant window, through which you can see the line with all its fryers and broilers and stove ranges, and an alley leading to the rear of the kitchen and possibly the prep area.

You navigate your way back, and notice that nobody has cleaned this shit in years; there's food all over the walls, puddles of grease, and your flat-top grill is char black with soot. One thing's for sure - you're not the one who's going to clean that shit.

As you pass back into the rear of the kitchen and the prep area, you notice an office to your right with two desks. In front of you are two people you've never met before, a skinny, old, weather-beaten man with a slight hunch in his back and an ugly, serious-looking, butch of a woman who looks like she weighs 250 lbs. They both stop talking momentarily and look in your direction.

Do you:

*[[Approach them and introduce yourself]]
*[[Walk into the office and make yourself at home]]

Wait around the dining room for Mr. Johnson

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:44:27 GMT

Pouz:

Explore the restaurant briefly before attending your meeting

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:37:22 GMT

Pouz:

Your curiosity is brimming, and you want to get the info on your new job and soak some of it in before sitting down with the head honcho himself. You grab your knife bag and slam the car door, and strut toward the front entrance to get a look at the front of the house...

Thankful that the doors are open and you don't look like a dipshit for trying to get in a locked entrance, you waltz on into the foyer of Cardigans. You check out the coat room to your left for a minute and hang your jacket up, taking note of the accommodating environment it could provide for a quick rendezvous with a sexy hostess later on, and then stroll into the dining room. As you pass the hostess station, you see that there's no one around right now, and you speculate there's only a few people in the building right now since it's only 8:15am.

Looking around, you notice the dining room is very big. There's a lot of sporting and recreational crap on the wall -- "flair" as the queerbag waiters like to call it. Your eyes quickly dart to the long, exquisite bar at one end, which is the hallmark of this place. The rails are ornate with a dark mahogany finish, and there's lots of top-shelf liquor along the wall. Nearby are a couple salad bar lines. The dining room is large; booths are in abundance and well padded, and the chairs at each table look comfortable. Toward the opposite wall, there's a mantle and fireplace in one corner with some comfortable recliners and a couch. Your "office" is located through two double doors behind the bar, and you hear some bullshitting going on back there.

Do you:

*[[Look for Mr. Johnson and get the meeting over with]]
*[[Have a seat on the couch by the fireplace and relax for a minute]]
*[[Go check out the kitchen and see what's going on back there]]

Take a walk back to the rear entrance to see what's going on

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:32:48 GMT

Pouz:

You grab your knife bag and with a quick look toward the front entrance, you shift direction and head toward the back and the voices you faintly heard upon pulling up. As you approach the bushes that surround the dumpsters and the back door, the voices stop, and you see a face peek around the wall for a second, and then recoil back from where it came. You grin as you hear coughing and somebody whisper "shit!", while little smoke wisps emerge from the top of the bushes to your front.

You smell the fragrance of some good weed in the air, and assuming these two guys you're about to scare the shit out of are a couple of your cooks, you are thankful that everything is going as planned so far, because you wouldn't trust a restaurant where no one smoked the reefer.

You stop momentarily to decide what to do. You're going to surprise these dudes, but how will you treat your peons?

*[[Jump out in animated fashion and act crazy in hopes they'll shit their pants]]
*[[Play it cool, introduce yourself and ask to hit that shit]]
*[[Lay down the law, confiscate their joint, and put them back to work in fear]]

Restaurant Cook Diaries / Continue to Page 1

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:22:37 GMT

Pouz:

The alarm sounds, but you don't fight it. In the corner are several busted old alarm clocks strewn about and broken from being thrown at the wall. They're testament to the older days when you were an undisciplined cook and knew nothing about the industry. Nowadays, you're used to three hours of sleep and a hangover before going in to work at 7:30am. You're a professional.

Today's your first day at Cardigan's Restaurant in Middletown, heading up the kitchen. You're the new kitchen manager! God only knows what would've happened if you'd stuck with your culinary training and got that degree that could've transformed you into a bona fide chef, but in a small way you're glad you didn't; the chefs you know are pussies and aside from some tasty treats, they can't pump the food out. You're a cooking machine, and thanks to your twelve years of cooking experience at several restaurants, Joe Johnson, owner of the Snackies restaurant chain in Middletown, has promoted you to his busiest dining environment in town. This is the big time in Middletown, and you're in charge.

A shit, shower, and shave later, you're on the road in your beat-up Audi to the restaurant. Cardigan's opens at 11am for lunch, and you know with the volume of business they do, there's a lot of prep work to be done. You're scheduled early for a meeting with Mr. Johnson, the owner, to run down some business specs about the kitchen before anything else, but as you pull into the lot and collect your knives for the day that lies ahead, your keen eye spots the back door and some people talking in the shadows.

Do you:

*[[Enter the front door and find Mr. Johnson]]
*[[Take a walk back to the rear entrance to see what's going on]]
*[[Explore the restaurant briefly before attending your meeting]]

Enter the front door and find Mr. Johnson

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:19:53 GMT

Pouz:

You start toward the front door with your knife bag in tow, excited to start laying down the law as the new boss... the boss of the kitchen. You know from many years in the biz that the kitchen controls all, so you're feeling on top of the world. Joe Johnson, who you've known for several years, is a spaced out dude and has his hands full with managing an entire corporation of area restaurants, plus he's very fond of the work you've done. Word is, though, that the restaurant manager here at Cardigans is a real beast of a woman. Not that you're worried.

Thankful that the doors are open and you don't look like a dipshit for trying to get in a locked entrance, you waltz on into the foyer of Cardigans. You check out the coat room to your left for a minute and hang your jacket up, taking note of the accommodating environment it could provide for a quick rendezvous with a sexy hostess later on, and then stroll into the dining room. As you pass the hostess station, you see that there's no one around right now, and you speculate there's only a few people in the building right now since it's only 8:15am.

Looking around, you notice the dining room is very big. There's a lot of sporting and recreational crap on the wall -- "flair" as the queerbag waiters like to call it. Your eyes quickly dart to the long, exquisite bar at one end, which is the hallmark of this place. The rails are ornate with a dark mahogany finish, and there's lots of top-shelf liquor along the wall. Nearby are a couple salad bar lines. The dining room is large; booths are in abundance and well padded, and the chairs at each table look comfortable. Toward the opposite wall, there's a mantle and fireplace in one corner with some comfortable recliners and a couch. Your "office" is located through two double doors behind the bar, and you hear some bullshitting going on back there.

Do you:

*[[Wait around the dining room for Mr. Johnson]]
*[[Have a seat on the couch by the fireplace and relax for a minute]]
*[[Go check out the kitchen and see what's going on back there]]

Enter the front door and find Mr. Johnson

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:19:20 GMT

Pouz:

You start toward the front door with your knife bag in tow, excited to start laying down the law as the new boss... the boss of the kitchen. You know from many years in the biz that the kitchen controls all, so you're feeling on top of the world. Joe Johnson, who you've known for several years, is a spaced out dude and has his hands full with managing an entire corporation of area restaurants, plus he's very fond of the work you've done. Word is, though, that the restaurant manager here at Cardigans is a real beast of a woman. Not that you're worried.

Thankful that the doors are open and you don't look like a dipshit for trying to get in a locked entrance, you waltz on into the foyer of Cardigans. You check out the coat room to your left for a minute and hang your jacket up, taking note of the accommodating environment it could provide for a quick rendezvous with a sexy hostess later on, and then stroll into the dining room. As you pass the hostess station, you see that there's no one around right now, and you speculate there's only a few people in the building right now since it's only 8:15am.

Looking around, you notice the dining room is very big. There's a lot of sporting and recreational crap on the wall -- "flair" as the queerbag waiters like to call it. Your eyes quickly dart to the long, exquisite bar at one end, which is the hallmark of this place. The rails are ornate with a dark mahogany finish, and there's lots of top-shelf liquor along the wall. Nearby are a couple salad bar lines. The dining room is large; booths are in abundance and well padded, and the chairs at each table look comfortable. Toward the opposite wall, there's a mantle and fireplace in one corner with some comfortable recliners and a couch. Your "office" is located through two double doors behind the bar, and you hear some bullshitting going on back there.

Do you:

[[Wait around the dining room for Mr. Johnson]]
[[Have a seat on the couch by the fireplace and relax for a minute]]
[[Go check out the kitchen and see what's going on back there]]

Enter the front door and find Mr. Johnson

Pouz — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:18:51 GMT

Pouz:

You start toward the front door with your knife bag in tow, excited to start laying down the law as the new boss... the boss of the kitchen. You know from many years in the biz that the kitchen controls all, so you're feeling on top of the world. Joe Johnson, who you've known for several years, is a spaced out dude and has his hands full with managing an entire corporation of area restaurants, plus he's very fond of the work you've done. Word is, though, that the restaurant manager here at Cardigans is a real beast of a woman. Not that you're worried.

Thankful that the doors are open and you don't look like a dipshit for trying to get in a locked entrance, you waltz on into the foyer of Cardigans. You check out the coat room to your left for a minute and hang your jacket up, taking note of the accommodating environment it could provide for a quick rendezvous with a sexy hostess later on, and then stroll into the dining room. As you pass the hostess station, you see that there's no one around right now, and you speculate there's only a few people in the building right now since it's only 8:15am.

Looking around, you notice the dining room is very big. There's a lot of sporting and recreational crap on the wall -- "flair" as the queerbag waiters like to call it. Your eyes quickly dart to the long, exquisite bar at one end, which is the hallmark of this place. The rails are ornate with a dark mahogany finish, and there's lots of top-shelf liquor along the wall. Nearby are a couple salad bar lines. The dining room is large; booths are in abundance and well padded, and the chairs at each table look comfortable. Toward the opposite wall, there's a mantle and fireplace in one corner with some comfortable recliners and a couch. Your "office" is located through two double doors behind the bar, and you hear some bullshitting going on back there.

Do you:

[[Wait around the dining room for Mr. Johnson]]
[[Have a seat on the couch by the fireplace and relax for a minute]]
[[Go check out the kitchen and see what's going on back there]]

Restaurant Cook Diaries / Continue to Page 1

Pouz — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 23:54:36 GMT

Pouz:

The alarm sounds, but you don't fight it. In the corner are several busted old alarm clocks strewn about and broken from being thrown at the wall. They're testament to the older days when you were an undisciplined cook and knew nothing about the industry. Nowadays, you're used to three hours of sleep and a hangover before going in to work at 7:30am. You're a professional.

Today's your first day at Cardigan's Restaurant in Middletown, heading up the kitchen. You're the new kitchen manager! God only knows what would've happened if you'd stuck with your culinary training and got that degree that could've transformed you into a bona fide chef, but in a small way you're glad you didn't; the chefs you know are pussies and aside from some tasty treats, they can't pump the food out. You're a cooking machine, and thanks to your twelve years of cooking experience at several restaurants, Joe Johnson, owner of the Snackies restaurant chain in Middletown, has promoted you to his busiest dining environment in town. This is the big time in Middletown, and you're in charge.

A shit, shower, and shave later, you're on the road in your beat-up Audi to the restaurant. Cardigan's opens at 11am for lunch, and you know with the volume of business they do, there's a lot of prep work to be done. You're scheduled early for a meeting with Mr. Johnson, the owner, to run down some business specs about the kitchen before anything else, but as you pull into the lot and collect your knives for the day that lies ahead, your keen eye spots the back door and some people talking in the shadows.

Do you:

*[[Enter the front door and find Mr. Johnson]]
*[[Take an walk back to the rear entrance to see what's going on]]
*[[Explore the restaurant briefly before attending your meeting]]

Restaurant Cook Diaries

Pouz — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:56:22 GMT

Pouz:

== Your Job ==

Is that of a restaurant cook, one of the crappiest but most twisted jobs out there. It's a job you love to hate, and no matter how you try, you cannot leave it. Cooking food for imbeciles is in your blood, and feeding the bovine human herd is your duty. Never mind the $8.00/hr. wage you make, or the 100 degree F temperatures you endure. Even the grease is tolerable, especially when you're surrounded by horny little college waitresses who like to party EVERY night...

Your mission is this: Have fun and don't get fired. You must nail every waitress before termination is acceptable. That means a lot of after hours booze and booty, but it also means a lot of crazy bullshit for ten hours a day, six days a week in sweatshop conditions. Still sound easy? Don't forget to try and keep your cool while trying to navigate the restaurant politics. Oh, and the manager is an asshole - watch out for him.

Good luck.

[[Restaurant Cook Diaries / Continue to Page 1]]

Restaurant Cook Diaries

Pouz — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:55:24 GMT

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Restaurant Cook Diaries

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Restaurant Cook Diaries

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Restaurant Cook Diaries

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Restaurant Cook Diaries

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The Day You'll Never Forget

Pouz — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:44:06 GMT

Pouz:

6:45am

A familiar sound, a groggy beginning. You raise your arm up to swat at that annoying alarm clock, but instead your arm gets tangled in the lampshade that sits above the couch you've become accustomed to sleeping on. You hear a sizzle as you remember forgetting to turn off the light the night before. "Second degree burns and I haven't even been up for two minutes," you manage to think as you shake your head violently to ward off the sleep. "I've got a long day ahead of me."

If only you knew.

Time to get up. What's the plan?

*[[Hit the snooze button and rest for ten more minutes]]
*[[Take a shower, eat breakfast, and get ready for work]]

The Day You'll Never Forget

Pouz — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:33:05 GMT

Pouz:

Test

Change reinforce

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:04:17 GMT

Pouz:

Your foxhole is sufficient, and the metal object below is probably a shallow-buried power line that would be more than enough to fry you, so you leave it alone. You start mounding the dirt up at the sides, creating a reinforced crater for you to live in.

"This is better than Mommy and Daddy's house," you imagine. "I'm going to live out here forever. I've got bugs to eat, and my shoes are nearby. What more could you want?"

Later on in the evening, you feel a drop of rain, and another. A few drops soon gives way to a torrential downpour, and within minutes, your foxhole is buried.

As if things couldn't get any worse, you see a bird emerge from the creek bank with your shoe in tow. The giant African Swallow soars high into the air with your shoe, and disappears on the horizon.

You elect to travel onward without shoes.
[[Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Continue Your Walk Through The Park]]

Change reinforce

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:02:48 GMT

Pouz:

Your foxhole is sufficient, and the metal object below is probably a shallow-buried power line that would be more than enough to fry you, so you leave it alone. You start mounding the dirt up at the sides, creating a reinforced crater for you to live in.

"This is better than Mommy and Daddy's house," you imagine. "I'm going to live out here forever. I've got bugs to eat, and my shoes are nearby. What more could you want?"

Later on in the evening, you feel a drop of rain, and another. A few drops soon gives way to a torrential downpour, and within minutes, your foxhole is buried.

As if things couldn't get any worse, you see a bird emerge from the creek bank with your shoe in tow. The giant African Swallow soars high into the air with your shoe, and disappears on the horizon.

You elect to travel onward without [http://editthis.info/choose_your_Own_Adventure/Another_Story_Of_Another_Random_Person/_Continue_Your_Walk_Through_The_Park shoes].

Continue Digging

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:54:24 GMT

Pouz:

SIZZLE

''go towards the bright light''

Dig In

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:53:21 GMT

Pouz:

The pain in your feet steadily grows, and you wonder about the wisdom of throwing your shoes away while you were on such rocky terrain. You realize with grim determination that you might be stuck here for months without shoes, waiting for rescue. You begin to dig a foxhole with your teeth, only to realize it's easier to do with both hands.

Underneath the dirt, you uncover something metal. It seems interesting...

Do you...

[[Continue Digging]] Try to uncover the metal object

[[Change reinforce]] Begin erecting breastworks at the edges of your foxhole. Never mind the metal object

Call Friend

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:48:30 GMT

Pouz:

You begin to feel lonely, so you decide to call one of your forest familiars.

Do you call...

[[Sammy the Flea]]

[[Vladimir the Tick]]

[[Larry the Lice]]

Uber Excited!!

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:43:00 GMT

Pouz:

In your uber-excitement, you wet your pants. Embarrassed, you race to your room, and a wave of relief overcomes you. Your Dad didn't see your accident. You sit down in a wet puddle on your bedroom floor, and stare at the window you threw Dragon out of.

"I'm lucky," you say to yourself. "If Daddy had seen me wet my pants again, he would've tied me up in the shed again for sure!"

Just then, there is a knock on the door. You stay quiet.

...

...

A couple more knocks, and you refuse to make a sound. Finally, one loud "THUD" emanates from the entrance, and the door comes crashing off the hinges. As the smoke clears, you look up to Mommy and Daddy with concerned looks on their faces.

"It smells like Dog and chicken in here!" yells your mom. "I told you dogs were dirty and smelly."

You move your foot to cover the puddle you made beneath yourself, and the sweat begins to collect on your forehead.

"What is that?" asks your Dad. "Oh, no. Do you remember the last time you wet your pants? Ok, get up. I promise it won't be that painful this time, but you and I are going out to the shed again. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

Do you...

[[Go With Daddy]] Follow Daddy out to the shed to see what he might have in store

[[Resist Daddy's Advances]] Whine like a little baby and throw a temper tantrum

Sit Down

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:32:36 GMT

Pouz:

This is comfortable. You realize that you could spend an eternity here, it is so [http://editthis.info/choose_your_Own_Adventure/Sit_Down peaceful].

Sit Down

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:31:49 GMT

Pouz:

This is comfortable. You realize that you could spend an eternity here, it is so [http://editthis.info/choose_your_Own_Adventure/?title=Sit_Down&action=edit peaceful].

Howl

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:27:37 GMT

Pouz:

You squat down on your hindquarters, and ready yourself for a giant howl. This will be a howl unlike that ever heard from any wolves, bears, dogs, or water beetles. It will be a howl from a human for the love of a dog named Dragon.

You howl for hours. Nothing happens of much interest, but you pour your heart into your howling. You begin to get sleepy from your hard howling work.

Do you...

[[Go To Sleep]] Let the sleep overcome you. You deserve some rest.

[[Bite Your Thumb]] Bite your thumb periodically to keep yourself from falling asleep so you can keep howling

Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Run Away From Your Father

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:20:43 GMT

Pouz:

You run to your father as he steps out of the car from a long day of work. You stop long enough to show him Dragon, and then turn to race away from him. "He'll have to catch me first!" you think, but the puppy squirms loose from your grasp. With great fury, Dragon runs to your father and grabs his left shoelace, pulling it untied.

You gasp in horror. You recall that your mother once explained to you that your father was once hospitalized at a special hospital because he hated his shoes coming untied. It is his pet peeve.

Daddy's briefcase drops to the floor, and he begins to scratch himself all over. He tears off his shoes and begins to scream, and falls to the floor.

Do you...

[[Call 911]] Call the police and paramedics to haul your Daddy off to the special hospital again

[[Turn Off Car]] Turn off Daddy's car while he squirms on the ground

[[Ignore Daddy]] Call Dragon, and leave Daddy alone. Maybe another time to talk would be best.

Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Throw The Puppy On The Roof

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:12:14 GMT

Pouz:

In your frenzy to avoid your parents, your attempt at sky-hooking Dragon onto the roof overhang of your second story window fails. In your horror you hear the sound of branches cracking as the puppy plummets downward, and a loud yell erupts from below. You look down to see your dad laying on the ground with a pile of feathers everywhere.

You call to your father to ask about the dog's whereabouts, but stop as you realize it's against the house rules to bring a dog up into your room and then throw it onto the roof.

You decide to forget about the dog. "I see you brought home a chicken, father!" you exclaim with great glee. "Can I choke the chicken for you, dad?"

"It's already dead. I need you to pluck my chicken, though. Then I'm going to have your mother tend to my chicken, and we can all enjoy its savory juices over dinner... how does that sound?"

[[Uber Excited!!]]

[[Hot Under the Collar]]

[[Angry]]

[[Boyish]]

Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Throw The Puppy On The Roof

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:11:03 GMT

Pouz:

In your frenzy to avoid your parents, your attempt at sky-hooking Dragon onto the roof overhang of your second story window fails. In your horror you hear the sound of branches cracking as the puppy plummets downward, and a loud yell erupts from below. You look down to see your dad laying on the ground with a pile of feathers everywhere.

You call to your father to ask about the dog's whereabouts, but stop as you realize it's against the house rules to bring a dog up into your room and then throw it onto the roof.

You decide to forget about the dog. "I see you brought home a chicken, father!" you exclaim with great glee. "Can I choke the chicken for you, dad?"

"It's already dead. I need you to pluck my chicken, though." Then I'm going to have your mother tend to my chicken, and we can all enjoy its savory juices over dinner... how does that sound?"

[[Uber Excited!!]]

[[Hot Under the Collar]]

[[Angry]]

[[Boyish]]

Count Ants

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 08:36:37 GMT

Pouz:

A headache sets in, and you feel numb to all other pain because of the emotional scar that Dragon left upon your heart. Your mouth gets dry. You feel dizzy, and look toward your legs, which are covered in red ants. Laughing, you begin to count them. It's a rather euphoric sensation.

"One... Two... Six... Forty-Eight... Two-Thousand, Five Hundred Ninety-Two..." The dizziness overcomes you, and you say your goodbyes.

[http://editthis.info/choose_your_Own_Adventure/Main_Page Main Page]

Throw Shoes

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 08:31:03 GMT

Pouz:

You wet your finger, still crusted with dirt, and stick it high into the air. The breeze licks your hand, and you feel positive about the direction of the wind. You methodically take each of your shoes off, and fling one toward the West, and a big Oak Tree, and the other one East, toward a creek bed at the bottom of a bank.

You figure if one shoe is nearby, the other one must be close. The rocks on the ground are hurting your feet now, though.

Do you...

[[Sit Down]] Sit Down and enjoy the breeze

[[Call Friend]] Call One of your animal friends to rescue you

[[Dig In]] Start digging a foxhole with your bare hands and teeth

[[Head toward Oak Tree]] Head West toward your right shoe

[[Move right]] Turn right towards your left shoe

Throw Shoes

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 08:30:13 GMT

Pouz:

Sprint Back

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 08:23:37 GMT

Pouz:

Sadness overcomes you, and you run faster than crows fly back to the place from whence you came. Dragon is all you can think of, and you see a little fur-slug appear on the horizon. It's Dragon.

The slug grows, and to your pleasant surprise, Dragon runs toward you as well.

You unite in each others arms, and twirl each other for many moments. You feel alive.

Continue...

[[Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Take The Puppy Home]]

Query Dragon

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 08:17:48 GMT

Pouz:

Your eyes narrow, and you push Dragon for more answers. You take a step, moving ever so slowly toward the dog, and he backs away. You take another step, and he retreats even further. Finally, you back Dragon into a corner, between a hobo's shopping cart and a Fried Chicken stand.

Nervously, Dragon sits and asks, "is this an interrogation? Ease off, pal. I lied. The square root of 16 is obviously 4.

"I knew that," you say.

"At any rate, you now know I'm no ordinary dog. I tried to keep it a secret, but I can't resist answering math problems. Look, I'll fill you in on my mission." Dragon paws at the ground nervously. "I'm here to stop a cat from destroying a little girl. My quantum leap went bad - I'm from the future, by the way - and I landed in a dog's body. Releasing my bowels was the most convenient form of communication I've found so far."

Do you...

[[Arrest Dragon]] Perform a citizen's arrest on Dragon for violating the laws of physics

[[Perform Ritual]] Take it upon yourself to dispel this evil spirit that sits in front of you, endangering the little girl

[[Information Request]] Ask the dog about Ziggy: Have any modifications been made to the time travel computer system, and if so, how do they enhance the performance of the unit's onboard probability matrix?

[[Beer Run]] Ask Dragon for $12 so you can go get some beer.

Scream at Dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 08:03:20 GMT

Pouz:

You yell countless profanities and insults at Dragon. He withstands your verbal barrage. You pause a moment, and realize you are acting irrationally. Embarrassed, you bid Dragon adieu.

Continue...

[[Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Continue Your Walk Through The Park]]

Think with dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 08:00:11 GMT

Pouz:

You calmly clean the "accident" off of your smelly hands, wiping the mess on your pants. "I'll do laundry later," you think to yourself. Your mind begins to wander, and you decide to test the mental faculties of your new friend Dragon the dog. Perhaps this is no ordinary dog... perhaps his accident was a conscious sign to alert me to his strange, genius qualities!

Excited, you ask Dragon for the square root of 16.

Dragon looks at you quizzically, and replies "8". He's smiling at you!!

Do you...

[[Praise dog]] Reward Dragon for an excellent answer

[[Scream at Dog]] Scream at Dragon for your failure to understand simple arithmetic

[[Query Dragon]] Ask Dragon for further information about his mathematical result

Think with dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:58:51 GMT

Pouz:

You calmly clean the "accident" off of your smelly hands, wiping the mess on your pants. "I'll do laundry later," you think to yourself. Your mind begins to wander, and you decide to test the mental faculties of your new friend Dragon the dog. Perhaps this is no ordinary dog... perhaps his accident was a conscious sign to alert me to his strange, genius qualities!

Excited, you ask Dragon for the square root of 16.

Dragon looks at you quizzically, and replies "8". He's smiling at you!!

Do you...

[[Praise Dog]] Reward Dragon for an excellent answer

[[Scream at Dog]] Scream at Dragon for your failure to understand simple arithmetic

[[Query Dragon]] Ask Dragon for further information about his mathematical result

Patronize dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:52:01 GMT

Pouz:

Your face grows red with anger, and you croon over Dragon and clench your yellow teeth. Dragon inspects you for a moment, gets up and POUNCES AT YOUR THROAT!!! The horror grips you much too late -- Dragon is a pitbull with rabies!! You grasp at the dog's iron jaws, but you fall into a gentle sleep before your attempt succeeds. The last thing you hear is a faint "woof", though it is a happy woof.

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Patronize dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:50:23 GMT

Pouz:

Praise dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:46:51 GMT

Pouz:

You squat, bowlegged, in front of Dragon. You admire his fuzzy mane for a moment, turning your head to and fro as your hands are dripping in dog sewage, and then extend your hand over his head. Dragon avoids your feeble attempt at praise, and jumps into your arms instead.

Continue...

[[Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Take Dragon Home]]

Praise dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:45:08 GMT

Pouz:

Praise dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:42:27 GMT

Pouz:

Praise dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:41:45 GMT

Pouz:

Run from dog

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:36:03 GMT

Pouz:

You growl at Dragon mercilessly as you bend down to tie your shoes. Without warning, you dart away from the dog, looking back over your shoulder intermittently. Dragon, once big, disappears into the distance. As you slow your pace, you start to wonder, "I wonder if I'll ever see that dog again".

Do you...

[[Sprint Back]] Sprint back toward Dragon's location at breakneck speed

[[Throw Shoes]] Take your shoes off and throw them in different directions to mark your path

[[Count Ants]] Count the fire ants at your feet in a feign attempt to forget your love for that dog

[[Howl]] Howl in tribute to the dog "Dragon" whom you realize you may never see again

Another Story Of Another Random Person/ Take Dragon Home

Pouz — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:30:10 GMT

Pouz:

You pick Dragon up and start walking to your destination. You can feel its stomach begin to rumble, and Dragon begins to get restless. Just then you have the horrible realization that there is something warm and sloppy running down your hand. "Dragon!!!" you exclaim, as you toss the dog to the side, wringing out your hands of the foul mess.

Do you...

[[Run from dog]] Run away from the dog at breakneck speed

[[Praise dog]] Praise the dog for relieving itself at a convenient moment

[[Patronize dog]] Make fun of the dog and make it ashamed

[[Think with dog]] Combine heads with Dragon to achieve a better trust between the both of you