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Hmmm open the box and take out a crowbar and 150 feet of rope.

You put your head in the box. A small voice whispers "John Sixteen Twenty Four."

look around the room.... what are the walls like?

The walls are barren concrete. A small eching in the corner reapeats what you heard in the box, albeit in text.

Maverick wrote:You put your head in the box. A small voice whispers "John Sixteen Twenty Four."

John minus sixteen is seven, so seven times twenty four is one-hundred sixty-eight...

I'll sit down, stand up, walk into a wall, walk back into the center of the room, flip the box over, sit on it, stand up, flip it over, pick it up, sit down, put it on my head, spin around three times counter-clockwise, take the box off, put it down, spin one-hundred and sixty-eight degrees clockwise...

You succeed only in feeling ill.

Curl up in a corner and take a nap, knowing I will wake from this bizarre dream in my own bed.

And then you do not. You away in your Mom's bed.

(Some kind of tactical Genius?)

You remember having read Zap Brannigan's
"How you are so like you mother, so why not score with her?" inspirational relationships book.

Then you realise that you are your mother

And then decide if only one must exist in this house, then Father must die.

WarOne wrote:And then decide if only one must exist in this house, then Father must die.

Except on the way to complete the job, you trip down the stairs and black out.

You awaken in the same room as earlier.

But this time you are your Father.

Realising that you are your Father, you spend a moment arguing that it is not true, it is impossible. You then offer yourself a joint place at the head of the Galactic Empire after you overthrow the evil Emperor. After a moments hesistation, you realise that there are no cliffs to fall down and accept. However, you are still in the room. What do you do?



Epic thread.

You leave yhe room to find yourself in a house. You look behind you to find the room you have came from is no longer a room, but the doorway to the houses exterior. In front of you is MILLA JOVOVICH in a bikini and ANGELA MERKEL covered in crabs. They walk down a hallway and walk into two different rooms. You follow them but, as you do, a midget walks by carying a gheto blaster playing Always by Erasure at high volume. This coupled with the ongoing headache of discovering you are your own father causes you to forget which rooms Milla Jovovich and Angela Merkel walked into. What do you do?

Strangle the midget to at least get the satisfaction of killing a midget. Then you BING! as some large golden letters scrawl before you, followed by some fanfare music.

The letters proclaim,

"Achievement: Midget Murderer! (10 points)"

Having mind-screwed yourself for the last 14 hours, you awake in the room. There is only the magic box.

What do you do?

Spill Mountain Dew on Mavericks notes and lap, go "looking for" some napkins or towels and slip out the back door in the ensuing confusion.

You attempt to execute your plan, but you have no mountain dew. You cannot reach maverick either, so you replace the mountain dew with your own urine, and maverick's lap for your own.

You urinate all over your own lap, and are no closer to escaping. The box remains in the room.

What would you like to do?

Well given that any attempt to use the box to aid in an escape attempt is likely to not be allowed, and given the fact that there ia a broken window and a tequilla bottle I would guess there is only one solution that could work.




Smash the box.

The box turns into a bird, and the bird then lands on the ceiling. You notice it is now perched above your head, sitting on the ceiling, upsidedown.

Then you realise it has all been a dream,
and wake up in the cuboard under the stairs (see harry potter) to find your uncle shouting at you.

And then it dawns on you....

Your in England!

Or New Jersey..... with no money for the toll.

I look down, at my feet is the box. I pick up the box and find the toll fee under it. While waiting for change, I write a word on the box.

(OOC - the box IS the only way to escape. You just need to figure out how it works.)

What would you like to do.

There is also the Constintine option. Of course it helps if you are one of the few that would be personally escorted.

The word I write is a name that I give to the box. I make friends with the box and ask it by its name if it wants to go out for a pint.

The box does not respond. However, you can hear faint whisperings coming from inside the box.