Game 2 | Game 2 Outline |
Eyes watering, you dash back out to the open air. "Fred!", you call through your tear-clogged throat. "Fred!"
"Yeah?", comes the answer from a blurry shape above you. You can't even see the gray of his fur anymore.
"I found a box down here that glows, and it smells like sulfur! Any idea what that is?"
Suddenly, the garbage shifts around you. "Whoa!", you cry as you scramble to stay out from under the falling refuse. "Whooooooa!"
When the trash-avalanche finally stops, you crawl out of the macaroni-and-cheese box, shake off the pudding cup that fell down over your ears, and look around. After that trashquake, there aren't anymore passages down to the bottom without some significant help. And since you are the help ...
"Never mind."
What do you do now?
Written by Wanderer