User:Thirty towi is good/sandbox

somtimes you need a game to relax somtimes it eats you somtimes

Beep, beep, beep…

“Ugh,” I groan as I step out of my wooden bed tattered with years of use and slam my hand down on the plastic button on the alarm clock. My attempt was fruitless so I struck the clock again almost in response to my action and it began to beep louder. I then decided to reach behind the white Ikea-branded nightstand and unplug the alarm clock, removing the cord from the outlet. This task was more difficult than I initially anticipated - pulling against the cord; it provided resistance as if it was clinging to life - not wanting to leave its short life. An eerie silence filled the room, almost knocking me over. The silence was uncanny. I felt like I was being watched. I turned around, and saw nothing but my mirror. I looked into it almost entranced by my appearance. It was somehow odd, like it wasn’t reflecting me. I put on my watch to ease myself with a familiar sound I had heard day after day without thinking much of it. It was so much more important now tic tic tic the cold metal gold and bras pressed against my skin reminding me of ice, a calming sensation almost like it was trying to comfort me. I decided to check the time, something I should have done much earlier. I'm late. I say to myself for my benefit almost like if I say it aloud it won't be true. I rush to my closet injuring my foot and traveling from the carpeted floors to the hard drywall. a mistake I had made countless times yet never took the time to correct. I reach for the french doors in front of me, turn the knob, and the door swings open.

What stands in front of me is best described as a hallway, an assortment of 20 or more suits tailored for me to my exact specifications. I dawn the blue Mulberry Silk covered jacket and Japanese denim trousers I make my way to the staircase. Then I step down the carpeted spiral flight of stairs with an obsidian railing engraved with scales resembling a snake rand each for my coffee mug ‘’ kopi luwak’’ my assistant announces A rare coffee from northern Thailand my assistant had produced earlier this morning. I reach for the cup boiling steam pours out of the vent on the lid. making my way to the garage cup in hand. Turning khob I push gently and the door opens. I step into a room filled with expensive sports cars Bentleys, Lamborghinis, and so forth. I chose the Lexus sitting closest to the door, not too flashy but comfortable, perfect daily drive. I open the garage door with a built-in transmitter. The door opens with a sketch and sunlight pours through the windows filling the car with light. I breathe in at peace with the world but feel empty inside like not know why I have everything I can think of money, cars, and fancy campaign altho I can't drink if it yet I'm only 20. investing in bitcoin was the best decision I ever made making me the wealthiest 20-year-old in America owning 3 private estates all doing different things like mining crypto, selling oil, and private equities. I move my foot to the gas pedal and extend my leg only an inch or less. My car slowly pours out of the driveway. I turn down my street seeing trees perfectly manicured lawns and tree gates open automatically. The gourd at the entrance doesn't even give me a second glance, not asking for so much as a name. I take the exit on the highway and tune the radio station. Suddenly it crackles to life and sound fills my car from the speakers embedded within the ceiling and doors. Welcome to 99.2 am what we talk about the best investment bangs and flops here with us today is may smith hi mat today we are going to talk about the famous bilinear rob Gorn wait that's me I think I turn up the radio eager to hear what they have to say. In 2018 Rob invested in bitcoin spending taking a 2 million dollar loan from the bank after 6 months rumors spread he was going to have to file for bankruptcy. They have to know how close it is with only 20$ to my name. Then in early 2020 he amassed 8 billion in bitcoin. Immediately selling his bitcoin he became the fastest-growing billionaire in 70 years with a suspected net worth of 20 billion. I turn the radio off remembering the last time I was sitting with my friend. They thought I was crazy to invest. They called me stupid and said there was no way that you could make the money back from a computer no less. only if they could see me now my knuckles go white gripping the steering wheel the traffic light is yellow I run it at the same time some someone the left hits the gas and tee bones the front of my sending my car spinning the airbags deploy and my head is flung back as my car crashes into a street sign. It was over as soon as it began. My eyes slowly closed as I felt pain throughout my entire body and my world of success slowly faded to darkness. I hear a sound almost screaming inhuman, not natural. Suddenly my head jolts back into position breathing heavily. I must have been out for hours. My head hurts and I feel faint and dizzy. It felt like a dream no, a nightmare but it was all too real to trick myself into believing that. I open my eyes and I'm hit with a wave of nausea and a warm buzzing from fluorescent lights. I see tacky yellow wallpaper plastering the wall in an arrow pattern. The blood falls from my head to my feet and my legs give out. It's a nightmare. It has to be the pain is so intense it jolts my body back to life like a paramedic restarting my heart. My eyes open for the third time that day and I find myself leaning against one of the walls. The pain disappears. I am still slightly nauseous. now that I think about it how long had it been here and where's my car I look down at my watch 12:06, 13:24, 66:85, my watch had gone haywire probably from the crash then it stopped:12:01. I click the button on the side. nothing happens, I stand up taking in my surroundings the walls were strewn with drawings of eyes and what looked to be a stick figure with something almost like cowbells for a head, or was that its head I reach into my pocket for my cell phone is missing. I turn to the only hint of civilization and read the markings on the wall it reads if you can see you are not one of them RUN don't stop. Oddly I think to myself I wonder who did all this graffiti. Suddenly I spotted the thing from the drawing. As soon as I saw it it saw me. It was definitely not a stick figure. It appeared to be made of wires and rope all black and shadowless or it at least appeared that way. Without any other direction I do what the writing indicated, sprinting through the yellow maze. it screeches-human deeper than anything like I had ever perceived before. I continue running until I spot a chair wooden but misshapen with legs coming out of the sides and 2 seats twisted and contorted, as I'm running my arm is pulled to the chair ,and the awful screeching stops. And I'm transported to another place in front of me standing in a checkered pattern of bottomless pits and floors that appear to be solid. Suddenly hunger contorts my stomach, unlike anything I had felt before and it screams for nutrition. I look around for something to eat, almost like food would just appear. I looked down and noticed my feet and the carpet was waterlogged. Ok ,I'm halfway there now I just need food. In the corner of my eye I spot mushrooms growing out of the carpet. I get down on my knees Ravanesi without thinking I scoop them into my mouth driven by the insanity of my situation, the contortion of hunger, the wet carpet the, the bright fluorescent buzzing of the lights, everything. After consuming one of the mushrooms I feel fine. My nausea goes away and i’m not hungry anymore, I pick the rest of the mushrooms now realizing that they are all tinted slightly differently I put the mushrooms in my pockets. My long pant leggings were slowing me down when I was running remembering what my mother always said ’’ one problem at a time Gord’’ or at least what she used to say now she says I'm stuck up and greedy and in her own words. ’’ THE WORST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO THIS FAMILY’’ And the rest was something like’’ FOR ONCE CAN YOU JUST STOP TALKING ABOUT MONEY AND YOUR CARS AND ALL OF YOUR FANCY TOYS AND JUST BE APART OF THIS FAMILY AND STOP TREATING US LIKE INVESTMENTS WE ARE PEOPLE MORE THAN THAT WE ARE YOUR FAMILY please Gord stop this. She's just jealous everyone wants to be me. ok for now I'm safe so I need to deal with the more pressing problem and combat the bright lights I reach for. My sunglasses noticed they were shattered. I grab a piece of the glass and cut my pants up to my need to make them into hyper-expensive shorts. One solution always leads to another. Ok,now I can focus on where I am. I try to remember what I had been in a car yellow light, yellow room, I'm starting to make a connection. Am I in the yellow rooms? That's all this is just rooms rooms they ugh It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that I get out of here. I hear a popping sound emanating from one of the walls wallpaper was already started peeling the in interest of finding what's behind it I grab a corner of the wallpaper was corese and rough and pull it down to my feet it comes of in one piece and I throw it behind me in front of me was a mirror. Or at least it appeared to be me sitting around a campfire with my friends. We had sores in hand on a camping trip but this had never happened. It was not reality but an alternate one. Suddenly the image flickers and distorts. Suddenly it was me at the bank with my friends. You shouldn't invest if this fails, you will never pay off your debt and if you become rich you will be sad and lonely like Jeff bazos John said. Or you will be rich and happy like Jimbone Populento Jr! Said mark And stupid. John remarks. Better idea: I'm gonna take out a loan for 10k dolares and I will buy a camper and live in the woods. How will I pay off debt? mark asked Better idea, Lets go camping! John added. Agred me and mark said simultaneously. Suddenly the mirror showed me this morning unplugging the alarm clock in the mirror. I suddenly turned around and stared at myself in the mirror. I held the gaze and the mirror started to vibrate. BAM! The mirror shattered into a thousand shards of glass releasing a scratch loud enough to attract any living creature within 100 miles. I run as fast as I can, wanting to put the most distance between me and the thing and anything else that might be nearby. I run until I see more writing on the wall EXIT it says in bold letters with an arrow pointing to the right —) more arrows line the wall till I reach a wall with a door marked ‘’so close almost there this door!’’ A teal weathered door stands in front of me. I opened it. There is a hall wall and a door leading to the outside with windows. Brown paint sterwins the wall and it smells of rotting flesh. I step Inside. SLAM. The door automatically closes behind me. Idot is written on the door. I ran to the end of the hallway and noticed that the door was just a chalk drawing. The tell tale sign of a hydraulic piston fills the room. I feel like I might drown in it, so overwhelming the wall on the left slowly comes closer. I was going to DIE. This was the last few seconds of my life. I regret everything. I wish I could get one more chance. I would give everything for that the wall reches my feet then my chest then it all goes black. Deal. Purple letters strewn the black screen.

Beep, beep, beep, ugh I grow as I step out of my wooden bed tattered with years of use and slam my hand down on the plastic button on the alarm clock. It stops. I get out of bed and I'm in my room in my house. I look in the mirror and see purple letters appear and read ‘’ I held up my end of the bargain now you have to hold up yours. The mirror shatters into a thousand tiny pieces finer than sand then suddenly evaporate into the ceiling.

I look at whare the mirror had been a second erlayer