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Pull with all her might against the light fixture?

Super Tramp — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 20:40:25 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison grabs hold of the exposed wire and lifts her legs, forcing her entire weight upon the light fixture as she dangles in mid-air. The wire almost immediately snaps, sending both Alison and light fixture crashing to the ground. Unfortunately for Alison the light bulb hits the ground first shattering it into a thousand pieces, many of which slice into Alison's shins and feet.

The pain is excruciating but what's worse is the crashing and banging sounds as they echo throughout the room. Alison's heart sinks as heavy footsteps thud against the wood floor above her.

Does Alison:

*[[Try to remove her hands from the handcuffs]]
*[[Try to locate an exit in the sudden darkness]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Alison knows there are fragments of light bulb on the ground, along with electrical wiring, but can't see a thing in the complete darkness.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to catch the bulb with her legs.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:22:23 GMT

Super Tramp:

Though the room is now completely dark, Alison quickly and skillfully lifts her legs off the ground nimbly catching the light bulb between her shapely thighs. Unfortunately the old electric wiring is unable to hold Alison's full weight and snaps sending her to the ground with a light thud.

It hurts but Alison knows it could have been a whole lot worse. She opens her legs allowing the bulb to safely drop to the cement floor without much noise at all.

Now Alison is free of her bindings but still not free of the handcuffs that limited her arm movement. She is now in complete darkness and this scares her even more. Anything or anyone could be lurking just out of arms reach and she would never know.

"First things first," Alison thought to herself, "I need to remember the events leading up to being abducted and I need to find a way out."

Does Alison:

*[[Slowly search her surroundings on her hands and knees.]]
*[[Walk around until she finds an exit.]]
*[[Scream to be let out.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> The cellar is pitch black. Alison can see nothing though she knows there is a light bulb and electrical wiring on the ground.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to catch the bulb with her legs.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:19:50 GMT

Super Tramp:

Though the room is now completely dark, Alison quickly and skillfully lifts her legs off the ground nimbly catching the light bulb between her shapely thighs. Unfortunately the old electric wiring is unable to hold Alison's full weight and snaps sending her to the ground with a light thud.

It hurts but Alison knows it could have been a whole lot worse. She opens her legs allowing the bulb to safely drop to the cement floor without much noise at all.

Now Alison is free of her bindings but still not free of the handcuffs that limited her arm movement. She was now in complete darkness and this scared her even more. Anything or anyone could be lurking just out of arms reach and she would never know.

"First things first," Alison thought to herself, "I need to remember how I got here and I need to find a way out."

Does Alison:

*[[Slowly search her surroundings on her hands and knees.]]
*[[Walk around until she finds an exit.]]
*[[Scream to be let out.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> The cellar is pitch black. Alison can see nothing though she knows there is a light bulb and electrical wiring on the ground.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to catch the bulb with her legs.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:18:32 GMT

Super Tramp:

Though the room is now completely dark, Alison quickly and skillfully lifts her legs off the ground nimbly catching the light bulb between her shapely thighs. Unfortunately the old electric wiring is unable to hold Alison's full weight and snaps sending her to the ground with a light thud.

It hurts but Alison knows it could have been a whole lot worse. She opens her legs allowing the bulb to safely drop to the cement floor without much noise at all.

Now Alison was free of her bindings but still not free of the handcuffs that limited her arm movement. She was now in complete darkness and this scared her even more. Anything or anyone could be lurking just out of arms reach and she would never know.

"First things first," Alison thought to herself, "I need to remember how I got here and I need to find a way out."

Does Alison:

*[[Slowly search her surroundings on her hands and knees.]]
*[[Walk around until she finds an exit.]]
*[[Scream to be let out.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> The cellar is pitch black. Alison can see nothing though she knows there is a light bulb and electrical wiring on the ground.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to catch the bulb with her legs.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:17:38 GMT

Super Tramp:

Though the room is now completely dark, Alison quickly and skillfully lifts her legs off the ground nimbly catching the light bulb between her shapely thighs. Unfortunately the old light wiring is unable to hold Alison full weight and snaps sending her to the ground with a light thud.

It hurts but Alison knows it could have been a whole lot worse. She opens her legs allowing the bulb to safely drop to the cement floor without much noise at all.

Now Alison was free of her bindings but still not free of the handcuffs that limited her arm movement. She was now in complete darkness and this scared her even more. Anything or anyone could be lurking just out of arms reach and she would never know.

"First things first," Alison thought to herself, "I need to remember how I got here and I need to find a way out."

Does Alison:

*[[Slowly search her surroundings on her hands and knees.]]
*[[Walk around until she finds an exit.]]
*[[Scream to be let out.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> The cellar is pitch black. Alison can see nothing though she knows there is a light bulb and electrical wiring on the ground.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to catch the bulb with her legs.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:06:02 GMT

Super Tramp:

Though the room is now completely dark, Alison quickly and skillfully lifts her legs off the ground daftly catching the light bulb between her shapely thighs. Unfortunately the old light wiring is unable to hold Alison full weight and snaps sending her to the ground with a light thud.

It hurts but Alison knows it could have been a whole lot worse. She opens her legs allowing the bulb to safely drop to the cement floor without much noise at all.

Now Alison was free of her bindings but still not free of the handcuffs that limited her arm movement. She was now in complete darkness and this scared her even more. Anything or anyone could be lurking just out of arms reach and she would never know.

"First things first," Alison thought to herself, "I need to remember how I got here and I need to find a way out."

Does Alison:

*[[Slowly search her surroundings on her hands and knees.]]
*[[Walk around until she finds an exit.]]
*[[Scream to be let out.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> The cellar is pitch black. Alison can see nothing though she knows there is a light bulb and electrical wiring on the ground.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to catch the bulb with her legs.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 23:04:31 GMT

Super Tramp: Created page with 'Though the room is now completely dark, Alison quickly and skillfully lifts her legs off the ground daftly catching the light bulb between her shapely thighs. Unfortunately the o…'

Try to unscrew the bulb from the light fixture?

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 22:43:32 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison desperately tried to move her hands close enough to the light bulb to unscrew it. But the bulb was not only throwing light, it was throwing heat. Every time she tried to get her hands close, the heat proved too much.

Suddenly Alison remembered an old trick her friend had shown her. By wetting your fingers before trying to unscrew a hot bulb. It will diminish the heat slightly. Alison knew it wasn't the best idea but it was either this or possibly death.

With some discomfort Alison was able to gather the last bit of her saliva which she spat into her hands. Amazingly, the trick actually worked and luckily the bulb wasn't tightly screwed in.

Unfortunately as the bulb came free of the socket the heat became too unbearable. Alison gasped as the bulb slide out of her hands and began to fall toward the ground.

Alison quickly decides to:

*[[Try to catch the bulb with her legs.]]
*[[Let the bulb hit the ground.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Alison is still in the cellar. There is only one door, and she can see that there is no way to escape other than through it. A small alcove leads to a bathroom area.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to unscrew the bulb from the light fixture?

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 22:30:04 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison desperately tried to move her hands close enough to the light bulb to unscrew it. But the bulb was not only throwing light, it was throwing heat. Every time she tried to get her hands close, the heat proved too much.

Suddenly Alison remembered an old trick her friend had shown her. By wetting your fingers before trying to unscrew a hot bulb. It will diminish the heat slightly. Alison knew it wasn't the best idea but it was either this or possibly death.

With some discomfort Alison was able to gather the last bit of her saliva which she spat into her hands. Amazingly, the trick actually worked and luckily the bulb wasn't tightly screwed in.

Unfortunately as the bulb came free of the socket the heat became too unbearable. Alison gasped as the bulb slide out of her hands and began to fall toward the ground.

Alison quickly decides to:

*[[Try to catch the bulb with her feet.]]
*[[Let the bulb hit the ground.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Alison is still in the cellar. There is only one door, and she can see that there is no way to escape other than through it. A small alcove leads to a bathroom area.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Make a run for it.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 21:59:11 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison leaps to her feet and blindly makes a beeline for safety. Of course she knows it is a lost cause but that didn't stop her. She crashes into a staircase leading up as the light bulb shards dig deeper into her feet with every step. Blood now gushes from her oozing sores causing the poor teen to slide across the smooth cement ground as if she were on a frozen lake. As she scrambles up the steps Alison knows the door would be locked but she grabs hold of the doorknob and...

Alison discovers:

*[[The door is locked.]]

*[[The door is unlocked.]]

*[[The door handle is electrified.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Make a run for it.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 21:58:15 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison leaps to her feet and blindly makes a beeline for safety. Of course she knows it is a lost cause but that didn't stop her. She crashes into a staircase leading up as the light bulb shards dig deeper into her feet with every step. Blood now gushes from her oozing sores causing the poor teen to slide across the smooth cement ground as if she were on a frozen lake. As she scrambles up the steps Alison knows the door would be locked but she grabs hold of the doorknob and...

Alison discovers:

*[[The door is locked.]]

*[[The door is unlocked]]

*[[The door handle is electrified.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Make a run for it.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 21:54:34 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison leaps to her feet and blindly makes a beeline for safety. Of course she knew it was a lost cause but that didn't stop her from crashing into a staircase leading up as the light bulb shards dug deeper into her feet with every step. Blood now gushes from her oozing sores causing the poor teen to slide across the smooth cement ground as if she were on a frozen lake. As she scrambled up the steps Alison knew the door would be locked but she grabbed hold of the doorknob and...

Alison discovers:

*[[The door is locked.]]

*[[The door is unlocked]]

*[[The door handle is electrified.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Make a run for it.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 21:53:47 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison leaps to her feet and blindly makes a beeline for safety. Of course she knew it was a lost cause but that didn't stop her from crashing into a staircase leading up as the light bulb shards dug deeper into her feet with every step. Blood now gushed from her oozing sores causing the poor teen to slide across the smooth cement ground as if she were on a frozen lake. As she scrambled up the steps Alison knew the door would be locked but she grabbed hold of the doorknob and...

Alison discovers:

*[[The door is locked.]]

*[[The door is unlocked]]

*[[The door handle is electrified.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Make a run for it.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 21:53:07 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison leaps to her feet and blindly makes a beeline for safety. Of course she knew it was a lost cause but that didn't stop her from crashing into a staircase leading up as the light bulb shards dug deeper into her feet with every step. Blood now gushed from her oozing soars causing the poor teen to slide across the smooth cement ground as if she were on a frozen lake. As she scrambled up the steps Alison knew the door would be locked but she grabbed hold of the doorknob and...

Alison discovers:

*[[The door is locked.]]

*[[The door is unlocked]]

*[[The door handle is electrified.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Make a run for it.

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 21:52:10 GMT

Super Tramp: Created page with 'Alison leaps to her feet and blindly makes a beeline for safety. Of course she knew it was a lost cause but that didn't stop her from crashing into a staircase leading up as the …'

Alison leaps to her feet and blindly makes a beeline for safety. Of course she knew it was a lost cause but that didn't stop her from crashing into a staircase leading up as the light bulb shards dug deeper into her feet with every step. Blood know gushed from her oozing soars causing the poor teen to slide across the smooth cement ground as if she were on a frozen lake. As she scrambled up the steps Alison knew the door would be locked but she grabbed hold of the doorknob and...

Alison discovers:

*[[The door is locked.]]

*[[The door is unlocked]]

*[[The door handle is electrified.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to locate an exit in the sudden darkness

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 20:26:48 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison, despite the cuffs still on her hands and the pain in her legs, began scrabbling around in the dark trying desperately to find a door. Before she could do so, footsteps rapidly approached.

Alison tried her best to remain quiet, pushing herself up against a corner of the room and slouched to a fetal position. A door at the top of a staircase slammed open causing the beautiful blonde girl to shriek with fear.

A dull, humorless chuckle echoed throughout the room as the Alison's captor methodically closed and locked the door leaving little hope for escape.

Then all was silent as if the whole ordeal was just a bad dream. A bad dream she couldn't wake up from. A bad dream where pain felt so real she could cry. A bad dream where she found herself feeling dizzy from lack of breathing. Alison knew better though, this was no bad dream, this was a living, breathing nightmare. Alison wanted to scream to break the silence, which seemed to last forever.

Alison began to think maybe the lunatic wasn't even in the basement with her. Perhaps... but unfortunately for her she was wrong, dead wrong. As if knowing exactly where she was hidden a blinding flash of light pierces the darkness, temporarily blinding her.

Does Alison:

*[[Make a run for it.]]
*[[Allow her captor to get close enough, then attack.]]
*[[Beg for mercy.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> The cellar is pitch black, and Alison is blinded by the beam of bright light that just struck her in the face. She can't see a thing.
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Cellar Door

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 20:17:20 GMT

Super Tramp:

== '''Cellar Door''' ==

http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/673/cellardoorr.png<br><br>

"Where am I? Where the hell am I?" Alison softly moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. The first thing she noticed was her arms restrained by a pair of handcuffs securing her to a light fixture that dangled from the ceiling. The second was her lack of clothing; she was completely naked.

"What the fuck... what the fuck is going on!" Alison tried to scream in vain as it came out in a painful dry rasp.

All Alison could tell was that she was in some sort of room, maybe a basement or cellar. The room was freezing cold and her body was reacting accordingly. She could feel her nipples hard and erect and felt a little embarrassed by the situation. Who ever held Alison captive had stripped her of clothes and had seen Alison in all her naked glory, perhaps had even done more than have a look.

Alison was underage, but did that matter? Alison was a virgin, but did that matter? Alison was a good girl who never disobeyed her parents, but did that matter? No, of course it didn't matter to the psychopath who had put her here. Stripped her nude, put her in handcuffs and who was probably going to kill her.

Alison knew if she didn't do something, and do it fast, she would be at the mercy of her captor and no matter the outcome she was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

Does Alison:
*[[Pull with all her might against the light fixture?]]
*[[Try to unscrew the bulb from the light fixture?]]
*[[Wait for her captor to return?]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> [[Alison is cuffed to Fixture|Cellar]]
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Cellar Door

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 20:08:29 GMT

Super Tramp:

== '''Cellar Door''' ==

http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/673/cellardoorr.png<br><br>

"Where am I? Where the hell am I?" Alison softly moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. The first thing she noticed was her arms restrained by a pair of handcuffs securing her to a light fixture that dangled from the ceiling. The second was her lack of clothing; she was completely naked.

"What the fuck... what the fuck is going on!" Alison tried to scream in vain as it came out in a painful dry rasp.

All Alison could tell was that she was in some sort of room, maybe a basement or cellar. The room was freezing cold and her body was reacting accordingly. She could feel her nipples hard and erect and felt a little embarrassed by the situation. Who ever held Alison captive had stripped her of clothes and had seen Alison in all her naked glory, perhaps had even done more than have a look.

Alison was underage, but did that matter? Alison was a virgin, but did that matter? Alison was a good girl who never disobeyed her parents, but did that matter? No, of course it didn't matter to the psychopath who had put her here. Stripped her nude, put her in handcuffs and who was probably going to kill her.

Alison knew if she didn't do something, and do it fast, she would be at the mercy of her captor and no matter the outcome she was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

Does Alison:
*[[Pull with all her might against the light fixture?]]
*[[Try to unscrew the bulb from the light fixture?]]
*[[Wait for her captor to return?]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="92%"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> {{Cellar}}
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Template:Cellar

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 20:03:46 GMT

Super Tramp:

The bulb hardly gives off enough light to see two feet in front of Alison let alone the whole room, plus the handcuffs keep her from seeing pretty much anything behind her. Alison knows she isn't going to get a good sense of her surroundings until she is able to move around freely.

Template:Cellar

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 20:02:59 GMT

Super Tramp: Created page with 'The bulb hardly gives off enough light to see two feet in front of Alison let alone the whole room, plus the handcuffs keep her from seeing pretty much anything behind her. Aliso…'

Template:Alison's Status

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 19:37:30 GMT

Super Tramp:

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> None
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment:
<p><i>Equipment</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> None
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> #
</td></tr></table>

Template:Alison's Status

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 19:26:56 GMT

Super Tramp:

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Alison's Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Memories
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> #
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment:
<p><i>Equipment</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Evidence
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> {{{MP}}}
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Location
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> #
</td></tr></table>

Cellar Door

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 18:49:16 GMT

Super Tramp:

== '''Cellar Door''' ==

http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/673/cellardoorr.png<br><br>

"Where am I? Where the hell am I?" Alison softly moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. The first thing she noticed was her arms restrained by a pair of handcuffs securing her to a light fixture that dangled from the ceiling. The second was her lack of clothing; she was completely naked.

"What the fuck... what the fuck is going on!" Alison tried to scream in vain as it came out in a painful dry rasp.

All Alison could tell was that she was in some sort of room, maybe a basement or cellar. The room was freezing cold and her body was reacting accordingly. She could feel her nipples hard and erect and felt a little embarrassed by the situation. Who ever held Alison captive had stripped her of clothes and had seen Alison in all her naked glory, perhaps had even done more than have a look.

Alison was underage, but did that matter? Alison was a virgin, but did that matter? Alison was a good girl who never disobeyed her parents, but did that matter? No, of course it didn't matter to the psychopath who had put her here. Stripped her nude, put her in handcuffs and who was probably going to kill her.

Alison knew if she didn't do something, and do it fast, she would be at the mercy of her captor and no matter the outcome she was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

Does Alison:
*[[Pull with all her might against the light fixture?]]
*[[Try to unscrew the bulb from the light fixture?]]
*[[Wait for her captor to return?]]

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[[Category: Cellar Door]]

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Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 18:48:47 GMT

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Try to locate an exit in the sudden darkness

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 17:49:51 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison, despite the cuffs still on her hands and the pain in her legs, began scrabbling around in the dark trying desperately to find a door. Before she could do so, footsteps rapidly approached.

Alison tried her best to remain quiet, pushing herself up against a corner of the room and slouched to a fetal position. A door at the top of a staircase slammed open causing the beautiful blonde girl to shriek with fear.

A dull, humorless chuckle echoed throughout the room as the Alison's captor methodically closed and locked the door leaving little hope for escape.

Then all was silent as if the whole ordeal was just a bad dream. A bad dream she couldn't wake up from. A bad dream where pain felt so real she could cry. A bad dream where she found herself feeling dizzy from lack of breathing. Alison knew better though, this was no bad dream, this was a living, breathing nightmare. Alison wanted to scream to break the silence, which seemed to last forever.

Alison began to think maybe the lunatic wasn't even in the basement with her. Perhaps... but unfortunately for her she was wrong, dead wrong. As if knowing exactly where she was hidden a blinding flash of light pierced the darkness, temporarily blinding her.

http://img571.imageshack.us/img571/2208/caught1.png

Does Alison:

*[[Make a run for it.]]
*[[Allow her captor to get close enough, then attack.]]
*[[Beg for mercy.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to locate an exit in the sudden darkness

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 17:46:15 GMT

Super Tramp:

Alison, despite the cuffs still on her hands and the pain in her legs, began scrabbling around in the dark trying desperately to find a door. Before she could do so, footsteps rapidly approached.

Alison tried her best to remain quiet, pushing herself up against a corner of the room and slouched to a fetal position. A door at the top of a staircase slammed open causing the beautiful blonde girl to shriek with fear.

A dull, humorless chuckle echoed throughout the room as the Alison's captor methodically closed and locked the door leaving little hope for escape.

Then all was silent as if the whole ordeal was just a bad dream. A bad dream she couldn't wake up from. A bad dream where pain felt so real she could cry. A bad dream where she found herself feeling dizzy from lack of breathing. Alison knew better though, this was no bad dream, this was a living, breathing nightmare. Alison wanted to scream to break the silence, which seemed to last forever.

Alison began to think maybe lunatic wasn't even in the basement with her. Perhaps... but unfortunately for her she was wrong, dead wrong. As if knowing exactly where she was hidden a blinding flash of light pierced the darkness, temporarily blinding her.

http://img571.imageshack.us/img571/2208/caught1.png

Does Alison:

*[[Make a run for it.]]
*[[Allow her captor to get close enough, then attack.]]
*[[Beg for mercy.]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Try to locate an exit in the sudden darkness

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 17:33:22 GMT

Super Tramp:

Pull with all her might against the light fixture?

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 16:29:17 GMT

Super Tramp:

Pull with all her might against the light fixture?

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 01:49:06 GMT

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Cellar Door

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 00:47:21 GMT

Super Tramp:

== '''Cellar Door''' ==

http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/673/cellardoorr.png<br><br>

"Where am I? Where the hell am I?" Alison softly moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. The first thing she noticed was her arms restrained by a pair of handcuffs securing her to a light fixture that dangled from the ceiling. The second was her lack of clothing, she was completely naked.

"What the fuck... what the fuck is going on!" Alison tried to scream in vain as it came out in a painful dry rasp.

All Alison could tell was that she was in some sort of room, maybe a basement or cellar. The room was freezing cold and her body was reacting accordingly. She could feel her nipples hard and erect and felt a little embarrassed by the situation. Who ever held Alison captive had stripped her of clothes and had seen Alison in all her naked glory, perhaps had even done more than have a look.

Alison was underage, but did that matter? Alison was a virgin, but did that matter? Alison was a good girl who never disobeyed her parents, but did that matter? No, of course it didn't matter to the psychopath who had put her here. Stripped her nude, put her in handcuffs and who was probably going to kill her.

Alison knew if she didn't do something, and do it fast, she would be at the mercy of her capture and no matter the outcome she was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

Does Alison:
*[[Pull with all her might against the light fixture?]]
*[[Try to unscrew the bulb from the light fixture?]]
*[[Wait for your capture to return?]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]

Cellar Door

Super Tramp — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 00:46:22 GMT

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== '''Cellar Door''' ==

http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/673/cellardoorr.png<br><br>

"Where am I? Where the hell am I?" Alison softly moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. The first thing she noticed was her arms restrained by a pair of handcuffs securing her to a light fixture that dangled from the ceiling. The second was her lack of clothing, she was completely naked.

"What the fuck... what the fuck is going on!" Alison tried to scream in vain as it came out in a painful dry rasp.

All Alison could tell was that she was in some sort of room, maybe a basement or cellar. The room was freezing cold and her body was reacting accordingly. She could feel her nipples hard and erect and felt a little embarrassed by the situation. Who ever held Alison captive had stripped her of clothes and had seen Alison in all her naked glory, perhaps had even done more than have a look.

Alison was underage, but did that matter? Alison was a virgin, but did that matter? Alison was a good girl who never disobeyed her parents, but did that matter? No, of course it didn't matter to the psychopath who had put her here. Stripped her nude, put her in handcuffs and who was probably going to kill her.

Alison knew if she didn't do something, and do it fast, she would be at the mercy of her capture and no matter the outcome she was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

Does Alison:
*[[Adventure/Pull with all her might against the light fixture?]]
*[[Adventure/Try to unscrew the bulb from the light fixture?]]
*[[Adventure/Wait for your capture to return?]]

[[Category: Cellar Door]]