Ray

Saturday Morning Adventure! - KENNETH

19.02.11

Welcome to Saturday Morning Adventure! Type ENTER to start the game.

ENTER

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STATS
Name:                 Raymond
Class:                  Lvl 1 Server
Health Points:    10
Stamina:             15
XP to next Lvl:   25

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You find yourself in the kitchen of a 2nd rate restuarant. You've worked here for almost two years now and it has lost it's luster. You thought you'd be Assistant Manager by now, but that jerk KENNETH got the job instead. He was always such a suck up. You're currently at the SERVING LINE. To the NORTH is the open table setup of a DINING ROOM, to the EAST is a door. To the WEST is a door. To the SOUTH is a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Where will you go?

GO SOUTH

You abandon your post at the SERVING LINE and head south, what are they gonna do fire you? You don't even like this job anyway. You arrive in the EMPLOYEE LOUNGE. There is a buffet TABLE with various LUNCH dishes for the workers to enjoy, as well as set of COUCHES and a TV. You look at the LUNCHES with disdain. You slaved all morning to make those and no one has even touched it. I don't think you're very good at this.

SIT COUCH

You sit your tired bones on the COUCH and try to relax. There's no one out front at the SERVING LINE, so you can catch a few minutes of rest.

WATCH TV

The television plays nothing but news stations all day long. It's the only station that doesn't divide the workers... they all agree, they hate it. Apparently there's a snow storm somewhere... and that sucks... and some one is sick... people don't seem to like that either. Ya know what, this is boring. I'm gonna spice things up abit.

DAMMIT NO. CAN'T I JUST PLAY THIS GAME WITHOUT CAUSING A RUCKUS?

Pfft. Nope. Get ready, sucker. You better watch out work-a-holic. Your boss KENNETH just walked in, and he doesn't seem to like that he's found you sitting on your rump and not out there slinging MEATBALLS to the masses.

DAMN ILL CUT HIM OFF. TALK TO KENNETH

You give KENNETH a cheery. "Hey, how's it hangin' ?" He does not return the warm fuzzy feelings you conveyed. He stares with even more concern and asks you why you're here in the back and not working.

CAST LIE

You tell KENNETH your favorite HAMPSTER died the other day, and it's got you down. Seeing all the bad stuff on the news makes you feel better, because even though MR FUZZYBELLY went to that Big Spinny Wheel in the Sky, you can at least say your life is better than those poor smucks stuck in the bank hold up.

KENNETH doesn't believe your terrble, terrible story. To test you, he asks how MR FUZZYBELLY died.

ANSWER PARACHUTE MALFUNCTION

Your follow up LIE is worse than the first one. You tell KENNETH that MR FUZZYBELLY was a HAMPSTER who lived on the edge. He would eat DANGER for breakfast and poop little pellets of DARING at lunch. Though, in the evening he'd have little CARROT PELLETS and a nice MERLOT. A HAMPSTER's gotta relax, right? You say he was BASE JUMPING this past weekend and his chute crapped out on him. The line for the wake was unbelieveable.

KENNETH sees through your clever rouse and CASTS WRITTEN WARNING! That gives you 3 total. One more infraction and you're a goner.

THIS JOB SOUNDS WHACK LETS GO OUT IN STYLE

Atta boy! How do you wanna leave your mark?

INSPECT TABLE

Ohhh. I like where you're going with this! On the TABLE you see your untouched food items. They're still warm. There's a tray of SPAGHETTI, and a tray of ROAST CHICKEN.

THROW SPAGHETTI AT KENNETH

Way to go! You throw the SPAGHETTI at KENNETH. It has no effect. Other than making him look ridiculous! If I had hands I would so Hi-Five you right now. But then KENNETH takes his pen out and CASTS PINK SLIP! Yelling "You crazy bastard! You're fired!"

CAST THE FINGER

You send a rude gesture KENNETH's way with a select finger. It enfuriates him. He says he never liked you and that you have stupid hair.

THATS NOT VERY PROFESSIONAL OF HIM

Neither is throwing SPAGHETTI at him, and giving him THE FINGER.

TOUCHE

IS MY HAIR REALLY STUPID?

What!?!.. ::cough::NO no no::cough:: Not at all. I think the FLOCK OF SEAGULLS is due for a comeback, actually. You wear it well. The DARK RIMMED GLASSES, really help pull it all together.

COMPUTERS CAN'T COUGH, I KNOW YOU'RE LYING

YOU'RE SO MEAN

What are you gonna do cry about it?

NO!

I see the tear glistening in the webcam. You big baby.

I HATE YOU! EXIT PROGRAM

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Ray

A Nobel Prize Laureate, potato gun marksmen, who holds 3 state records in the Olympic event. Ray has been a DYHP writer for over a decade. His accolades include "Best Writer Who's Name is Ray" and "Largest Head in the Tri-State Area". He enjoys pudding and long walks on the beach.

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