morpheus?

>>5359186

>>5359176
Glance around and look to see if I can spot a supervisor or other superior.

Do I see one? If so, I pretend to be hard at work. If not, I go back to sleep.

Get to work. Minitru needs those old newsreports burned

I would like to step out into the hall. If I can't do that, then I'll try to turn the computer on.

Beat the next person to death with a keyboard screaming about how I am a level 18 paladin. Valium induced comas are better than slow cube death.

Dick around on 4chan until my lunch break.

:D

Climb onto the cubical wall and attempt to reach a staircase.

>>5359176
turn the computer on see what ive been working on.

Phone tech support, ask why my computer isn't working.

You turn on the computer and step outside your relatively small cubicle while it powers up. From what you can see and hear, there is no one else working on this floor.

Returning to your cubicle, you find that the computer is powered up but is asking for a password.

What now?

I start writing a TPS report.

>>5359238

See if there is a way to make it give me a hint

>>5359238
seeing as no one else is around grab an extra wall from another cubicle and make a roof. i now sit in my computer lit cave

I put in the password, obviously. It's my computer.

I answer the banana phone.

>>5359243
You decide to put in a random password to see if some kind of hint would appear. Instead of denying you access, it appears that your selection of numbers instead let you in.

"Welcome back, Angela." The computer screen says before fading into a non-descript desktop. Obviously, Angela must be your name. Looking down at your body, it does seem to fit your gender.

>>5359255
You step out of your cubicle and effortlessly break of a wall of an empty cubicle and bring it back. On the way back, you notice the sound of elevator doors opening somewhere in the distance.

Sitting back down in your brand new cubicle cave, you feel a little silly.

What now?

Obviously I raid other cubicles for goodies.

Masturbate.

I take that weird guy's Swingline stapler.

I see what's coming out of the elevators,

bump

>>5359323
Stepping out of your new cubicle-cave, you take the printers and computer screens from the others.
You notice that the sound of an elevator reaching this floor hasn't stopped.
You feel a strange sensation, maybe joy, as you assemble a makeshift pyramid of computer parts outside your cave.

>>5359328
Seeing no reason not to, you begin to masturbate. Unfortunately halfway through, a message appears on the desktop. "Please begin work."

Get naked, look for attention from possible male co-workers.

>>5359390

THIS IS WORK. *pumpy pumpy*

>>5359390
Type back at the computer. 'What work am I supposed to be doing?'

Start working, hope for info.

Look for possible things that you can use as a weapon.

>>5359390
Sweet.

>>5359421
You type back hoping for some kind of answer. After a minute you realize your not getting one. It was probably some automated message after you didn't input anything for a few minutes.

>>5359421
Due to the keyboard and printer, you assume your job must involve you writing. You open up a writing program.
A new message pops up when you do so; "Thank you," it says.
You notice that you already have a document saved. Do you wish to open it?

You can still hear the sound of the elevator reaching this floor, opening, reaching this floor, opening, in the background.

What now?

I go to the office at the end of the hall, close the door behind me and open the window.

>>5359459
Open the document for information.

Knowing is half the battle.

Find something to use as a weapon, ambush whatever coming from the elevator.

>>5359470

AND NOW WE KNOW.

G.I. JOE! *high five*

>>5359459
Check out the elevator to see who keeps getting off in it. And hey, if they're cute enough, maybe it'll be us, next!

>fur !vxHMYIFFME

oh my. :|

>>5359197
Good 1984ing bro.

>>5359459
Open the document, read that shit hardcore. Keep a ear out for footsteps or odd sounds.

>>5359468
Thinking back to the time you spent ransacking the other cubicles, you can't remember seeing any doors.

>>5359470
You open the document. Instead of a regular, white page, you find a completely black one. There does not appear to be any writing.

>>5359475
You lean a hand out of your cave and pick up a sturdy looking keyboard. You'll go see whatever the hell is up with the elevator as soon as you've decided you are completely done here.

What now?

>>5359529 Instead of a regular, white page, you find a completely black one. There does not appear to be any writing.

IT'S A SECRET MESSAGE

Set background color to white, reveal black lettering!

>>5359537
And change the default font to Comic Sans to troll co-workers!

>>5359529
Check the computer's file history (Recent Documents) and the Internet browser history.

>>5359537
Smiling in victory, you set the background color to white.

You begin scrolling down the page.

Halfway down, you find these words. "Did you know? Most children are afraid of the dark because they imagine things are inside it with them."

At the bottom of the page, you find this message: "Why, then, are you in the dark?"

Feeling slightly frightened, you quickly leave your cubicle. Before you can turn around, however, you hear a synthesized scream. Your cubicle is now missing its top, otherwise it appears fine.

The document you were looking at is now back to having a black background.

Your pyramid of computer parts in now missing.

The elevator is still opening, arriving, opening, arriving, opening, arriving, opening, arriving, opening, arriving.

What now?

>>5359625
Scream out

FOR THE EMEPEROR and charge into your cubicle while swinging with your keyboard.

While swinging start chanting the Rite of Purgation at fullforce.

go into the elevator

grab a few mice to assemble an offhanded weapon for our keyboard sheild; or use them to make a set of bolas, look for another way off of the floor other than the elevator, preferably on the oposite side of the building

Make armor out of the cardboard boxes every office has. Then break off a metal chair leg.

We now have

Cardboard battleplate +3 agility
Keyboard Shield of the Righteous2+health regen
Metal rod of beating 4+ strength

>>5359656
Taking your keyboard and stuffing a few mice into your projectiles, you head out the opposite way from the sounds of the elevator.

Eventually you reach the opposite edge of the room. You realize what you thought was a strangely colorred wall is actually an obscenely long glass window. It is night outside but you see the scattered lights from other office buildings outside.

You stand there and look out for a while.You can't remember ever seeing the night sky before.

Something rumbles in your jean pocket.

What now?

>>5359762
...fashioning some mice into makeshift projectiles....

>>5359762
Cellphone. Answer.

"Look, busy. Take off shirt for you later. Meet in same place, yah?"

>>5359762
Reach into my jeans pocket and take out whatever is rumbling, while searching for a stairwell.

shove rumbling object up cunt, look to see if anything else has changed

... ANNNND another promising quest thread dies due to creators loss of interest. almost as tragic as blobquest and ironquest dying

>>5359787
Dropping the mice onto the floor, you manage to remove your cellphone from your pocket before it goes to voice message. You begin walking around, following the wall to find stairwell.

"Hello?" You say.

"Angela? Oh thank god. I've been ringing forever; Do you know what time it is?"
You profess that you haven't any idea of the time. The sound of the elevator gets louder.
"Its almost 12! I...Are you alright? You sound odd."
You admit that you've been feeling a bit strange. The whole business with the cubicle has still left you a bit jittery.
"Ok, I'm gonna come pick up. Just...meet me outside, ok?"
You agree. Closing the phone, you think to yourself that whoever that lady was, she was very nice.

You can see the elevator on the other side of the cubicles, though you can't see what's wrong with it.

Eventually you reach what appears to be the entrance to the stair well. Looking across the row of cubicles, you can see right into the elevator. There is a man standing inside it; he's standing at the back just looking at you.

What now?

>>5359957
Don't count me out just yet.

>>5359997
Fuck, man.

>>5359997
Get in the elevator, attempt to hide metal pipe for ambush.

>>5360004
Fuck: Man

>>5359997
Attempt to sneak to the stairwell unnoticed.

take the elevator, bad things happen in stairwells alone. Ask the man why he stopped at every floor. Keep weapons ready incase weird shit happens/he's psycho.


>>5360002
glad to hear

I get out of the cubicle and find that no one else is on the same floor. I walk down the stairs, and hear only the echoes of my footsteps as I walk down. I proceed to my car in the parking garage and drive out in the vacant city before me. Still, no signs of any activity as I drive from the city to suburbs to my neighborhood. As expected, no children are outside playing. I cuntinue on home and turn onto my driveway and park the car. Once I get inside the house, I feel tired from my hard day of work and I drop myself on the bed.

The End

>>5360050
>I cuntinue on home
Haha, Freudian!

>There is a man standing inside it; he's standing at the back just looking at you.

Make a silly face at him.

>>5360050
I stare at the computer screen, and wonder where all this is going. Cublicle, name, the small details - it's getting creepy how similar it all is. After a while, some asshole brings the story to an end by proclaiming it so, and my brief glimpse into the mirror is cut short. I give in to the depression that had been knawing at my mind for days, ever since I was fired from that hellhole, and prepare for bed, contemplating the bottle of sleeping pills on the bedstand. After some thought, I finally decide to go through with it, and begin taking a pill, then taking a drink, taking a pill, taking a drink until the bottle is empty.

Then I fall asleep.

You contemplate going down the stairwell, but that guy staring at you from elevator...all that dinging and swooshing and dinging and swooshing and dinging and swooshing. For what feels like the first time, you get angry.

You rush the elevator doors as the doors ding (just one more ding...) open again, keyboard raised high. Taking that final step in, you break the keyboard over the guy's head. The light's go out; the door's close.

As the elevator begins to move downwards, the lights flicker back on. Blood is seeping down the man's head; its path twisted by the fact the man is smiling at you. Your anger swiftly fades.

He stands there for a second before offering you his hand. "You must be new here. I haven't seen you before. The name's John but you can call me Boss. It's very nice to meet you."

What now?

Offer him a cigarette.

>>5360125
Forever.....

Hang on. Did we hit him with one of these? Because if we did, he should be dead. Like deader than dead. Like, Horus fucked up the Emperor dead.

>>5360128
Unfortunately, you don't have any cigarettes to offer him.

He still has his arm outstretched for a hand shake. He's also still smiling.

Checking the floor number above the door, you notice you were on the 14th floor.

What now?

If you wish, you may skip to when the elevator reaches the ground floor.

>>5360167
Button for 13th floor. Push. If no button, get back out, take stairs. If man objects offer him sexual favors. If man rejects, is possible homosexual.

>>5360004

"You wouldn't enjoy it, I'd just lie there."

>>5360167
Shake hands. At least try to be polite ffs, you just brained him with a keyboard.

>>5360167
I ask him if he knows what the message computer was about, if the phrase "Did you know? Most children are afraid of the dark because they imagine things are inside it with them." means anything to him, and about the cubical suddenly missing it's top.

>>5360167
Fucker's creepy, but I'm horny. Ask if he wants to get off as we head down.

>>5360181
There is no button for the thirteenth floor; it goes straight from 12 to 14.

>>5360189
Feeling a little sorry for braining him with a keyboard, you shake his hand. He proceeds to give it a little shake. "It is very nice to meet you."

With your other hand, you try to press the button for the next floor down; then, he breaks your thumb.

Crying out in pain, you stumble backwards trying to get your hand away from John.

"You know?" He says. "Most people aren't very nice to people they haven't met before." He slowly twists your broken finger leaving you in tears on the floor. "Humans don't like interacting with strangers. It must be something that evolved from dealing with close tribal groups.

He continues to ramble on twisting and prodding at your broken finger until the elevator door opens. He finally lets go and steps through. Before the doors close, you look up to see his smiling face. "It was nice meeting you. Have a good night's sleep."

The doors close. You now have a broken thumb; the skin around it is now purple and extremely swollen.

What now?

>>5360308

This is officially a surreal nightmare. The only way to deal with it is to go mad.

>>5360308
Oops.

Let's go to the first floor?

>>5360308
Fair trade, I guess. We cracked his skull open, he broke our thumb.

Search for a first aid kit or a phone to call 911 with.

>>5360308

I remove my tie with my free hand and my teeth. I bite down upon many folds of the fabric of the tie itself and straighten the thumb with an excruciating jerk lest any permanent damage be done from left unattended.

Wearily I wrap the my work tie tenderly around my thumb and press the number 1 with my index finger.
I intend to leave this building once and for all.

>>5360322
The pain unfortunately keeps bringing you back down to earth before you can fully go mad.

>>5360376
You don't feel much better after doing so, but at least you have the knowledge that your thumb is back in the right position.

Tentatively, you press the button the ground floor. The door opens; you step out. There is no sign of John. You cross the vacant reception area noting the logo and name of the company you work for as you pass by: a stylized caduceus and New Life Corp.

The doors must be automatic because they open as you approach spilling your huddled form out onto the sidewalk. Around you stretch sky-scrapers, most just blending into the night sky.

You stand there underneath the light that shines from above the doorway, shivering slightly. The night air is cold and your shirt is slightly open after having to use your tie to fix your thumb.

After what seems like forever, a car comes around the corner and stops in front of you. A woman steps out of it and hurries over to you.

"Angela?!" Her voice betrays her anxiety as she approaches. "Angela...oh my god." She gingerly brings your broken thumb into view making sure not to hurt you. "What happened?" She demands from you, but you find you don't have any words to give her.

She helps you into the passenger's seat and drives off. Speaking loudly about how you're going to be taken to the hospital and she constantly asks if you're okay. Eventually despite the pain or because of it, you fall asleep.

You wake up in a bed.

What now?

>>5360531
Any hot lesbian sex to speak of?

>>5360531
Observe surroundings.

Experience deja vu.

>>5360531

First off, I check my thumb.

>>5360569
You look around. Opposite you is a door. To your side, is the woman from last night. Either you and she are an item or there is only one bed.

The rest of the room is decorated as pictured.

Your thumb is covered in a cast and is feeling much less swollen and painful than before.

Part 1 finished. Documentation ends. Thank you.

>>5360637

Followed by that prepare some coffee.

>>5360658

Sooooooo your done? Are you making another thread in the next 30 mins?

Or what?

>>5360681
Indeed need hot lesbian romancing.

>>5360681
The next part of this quest will start tomorrow at around 14:00.

I have a long way to drive tomorrow and I don't want to do it tired. Until tomorrow, good night.

>>5360703
I promise hot lesbian romancing/cute lesbian comforting tomorrow. See ya then.