I'm Hungry

You are born to a world of fairy tails and fables the child of a wolf and a fox, making you the potential villain of a frankly absurd amount of stories. Your walking down a path, across fields of grass, when it hits you: hunger. You look around to see what options you have for feeding yourself before making any descisions. Theres tree to your left, and A few houses to your right, which one would you like to go to? [[Tree to your left]] [[houses to your right]] [[Can I just go to the store?]]

It takes you a while of looking to notice, but at the very top are some grapes. How do you want to try to get them? [[cut down the tree]] [[climb the tree]] [[give up]]

You know that many people live around and even in the woods, so you begin in that direction to find someone to help you. You see [[three houses]] next to eachother made from incresingly dissapointing material. Theres a [[girl in red]] walking to what you assume is another house. Or maybe she's lost, how are you to know? Somewhere in the distance, you smell what you think it [[a bakery]], which might have some spare food for you to take.

I mean, you could, but that's boring. Pick something else. [[Look for food in the tree]] [[houses to your right]] [[Ok, but I want to go to the store.]]

At this point, tearing it down is your best bet. How do you want to go about it? You could try breaking it [[by hand]] which might take a while. I hear there is [[a limberjack]] somewhere in these woods who might be able to help.

You give it a fair shot, but you can't seem to get a grip. You fall on your head, and take a few seconds to recover. I'm not a quitter, [[try again!]] ok, maybe try [[something else]]

After putting a lot of thought and consideration into what more it would take to get any results out of this, You decide the grapes are probably too sour for your taste, leaving with your dignity in tact. Unfortunatly, so too is your hunger. You starve to death. Back to [[The start]] with you, I suppose.

You persist, and take another tumble. This one hurt quite a bit more. Maybe now would be a good time to try [[something else]]? Momma didn't raise no bitch, [[ONE MORE TIME]]

What other options do you want to consider? maybe [[cut down the tree]] or I could just [[give up]] ...you know what, let me [[try again!]]

In an attempt to perservear, you end up taking one too many bumps to the head. On the bright side of your situation, I hear hospitals have good food. back to [[The start]]

You roll up your sleaves, and get to work. You scratch and claw at the bark, occasionally biting at it, making small dents into it. It's an invigorating process, but after a while, it get's tireing. Maybe [[look for a tool]] to help speed things up? The tree looks like it's just about to tip. [[Just a bit more work]] and it'll fall. [[give up]]

You decide to look for a lumberjack. It takes a while, but you manage to find one. Though in order to get to him, you had to pass quite a few other people who you've made some shady deals with. How were you supposed to know this is where they all live? Reguardless, you make your way to the lumberjack. How do you choose to approach this guy? I don't really have time to choose. Just [[run up to the front door]] and knock. Try to lose the attention first. [[Sneak around]] and try to find an opening to talk.

You decide to apporach this pittiful suggestion of a coldisac. It has a peculiar smell to it, and there isn't much going on. But you see three houses that stand out here. The [[straw house]] could point me in the right direction. I think that [[wood house]] could have some nice atmosphere. Whoever has the money for a [[brick house]] definatly has some spare food.

Against your better manners, you aproach this girl wondering through the woods. You make your presence known as to not have her assume you are a stalker or some other kind of threat. Still, she is undertandably weary of your presence in these woods. [[Ask if she's lost and where she's going.]] Maybe you can tag along; who knows, if it's a restaraunt, you might be able to snag some food. Simply [[ask her if she knows where to find food.]] No better way to defuse a situation with someone then to be blunt.

As you approach the bakery, you hear the voice of what sounds like a small child. You take a closer look, and find the baker chasing around a small boy made of a kind of cookie. After a minute or so of this, they burst out of the bakery, and into the streets. How do you react to this? [[Fallow them]] attempting to help the man secure the runnning cookie. Well, the bakery is unattended. Why not just poke your head in and [[help yourself]] to what's inside?

...Seriously? you still want to? It's not interesting. Pick something else. [[Look for food in the tree]] [[houses to your right]] [[Cmon, please?]]

No! [[Look for food in the tree]] [[houses to your right]] [[Why not? Give me one good reason]]

This is about fairy tails. What fairy tails do you know that take place in a supermarket? It wouldn't be entertaining. Ok, you make a [[good point]] [[Just let me go!]]

Oh my god, finally. Anyway, back to the [[Intro]] for you!

You are born to a world of fairy tails and fables, being the child of a wolf and a fox, making you the potential villain of a frankly absurd amount of stories. Your walking down a path, across fields of grass, when it hits you: hunger. You look around to see what options you have for feeding yourself before making any descisions. Theres tree to your left, and A few houses to your right, which one would you like to go to? [[Look for food in the tree]] [[houses to your right]] [[Ok, now can I go to the store?]]

...You lose. restart.

Just pick something else! you make a [[good point]] and are apsolutly right, I will make a new descision. [[I'm getting tired of this.]]

How do you think I feel? I sware to god, pick something, or I'm calling the cops!! That is a [[good point]], and I will not take this oppertunity for granted. I will go back and make another choice. I'm sorry, [[your holding me hostage]] in this situation

Now hold on just a second. That's not what's going on here. [[That's him officer!!]] Well, now that I have your faith in my descision, [[I'm going to the store]]

YOU'LL HEAR FROM MY ATTORNEY YOU UNORIGINAL SACK OF SHIT!!!! Sorry, got a bit too into it. Let's take this from the top, back to [[The start]], Please!

FINE!! You got food at the store, went home, and ate. Now please, that's the ending. back to [[The start]]

You approach this rather ramshackle looking fortress. Inside is a timid pig. You tell him about your hunger, and he simpathysis. "Oh, I get it. I thought i'd save enough money for food by building this house out of straw, but I've paid enough in repairs and insurance to buy me a buffet four times over!" It's a sad sob story, how do you feel about it? [[As sad as he is, you're hungry now,]] and Bacon has always been one of you're favorites. You've been on hard times as well, so you decide to [[help this pig out]] with his life.

Out of all the houses here, this one seems the most average. Still, a wooden caben is always a pleasent sight, even if it is rather ramshackle in it's appearance. You knock on the door, and after an uncomfortably odd amount of time, you are met with a pig. You explain your current situation to him, and he responds sistinctily. "Well now, that's really bad, I'm sure. My brother's much the same way, actually. But I can't really do much for you, food wise anyways. Between you and me, I'm still fixing in the last few corners of the house." You can tell from his face, he just finished eating something. Whether it was the last of whatever he had, or he was holding out on you, it's hard to tell. Point out the crumbs on his face, and [[call out his blatent hypocracy!]] Play dumb, and [[try to find another way into his house to search for food]]

You knock on the door, and find a very tired looking pig wobble to the door. You tell him about your issue, and he appologizes perfusly. "I didn't buy this house, I built it. In fact, I finished it's construction just half an hour ago. I havn't had time to stock or furbish it. I have neither food nor a proper pantry to put it in. But it was worth it to be safe from the elements." Leave him be, and go to [[one of the other houses.]] Call his bluff, and [[break his house down]] to find some food.

Welp, the Brick house was a bust. Which of the other two would you like to try instead? The [[straw house]] has got to have something. Maybe I'll get lucky with the [[wood house]] instead?

Well, good news. You've learned that this man was not lieing about his condition. Unfortunatly, you have violated several laws in doing this, including proforming this story out of order. For all this, the police are now approaching this house to aid it's resident. At this point, you just cut your losses, and [[turn yourself in]] Double down and [[try and escape through the fireplace]]

Dispite it all, you think this is the best outcome given what you've done so far. On the bright side, I hear theres free food in federal prison. Try again at [[The start]]

At first this seemed like a good idea, no one would suspect you to exit from that angle. However, part of the way up, you discover why that is, as the houses original owner turns it on. You are swiftly removed from his residence, and quickly added to his cookbook. I hear wolfox soup is a great cure for headaches and arthritus. Another run down the drain. Back to [[The start]] I suppose.

The two of you help eachother out, paying off debts, finding mutual job opertunities, and even being there when emotions get hard. Overtime, this mutual financial aid becomes a beutiful friendship. There are times when you are still very hungry, but now you have someone to help you get through it. Aw, what a wholesome ending! Wanna go back to [[The start]] the find a better one? Or even a worse one. Some of these get pretty dark. :)

When he goes back inside, you pull out a book of matches, and set it against the corner of his house. It goes up in flames almost immediatly. You blow on the fire as it goes to make it grow bigger and bigger, until all that is left is the well done body of a pit roasted ham. [[That's enough muder for today,]] Go home, satysfied. You forgot how delicous the taste for blood is, and [[move on to the next pig!]]

In retrospect, that's exactly the kind of thing you shouldn't ask a random lost little girl. But hey, if you didn't know that before. The tazer burn in your hip, and the several kick wonds in your belly have tought you that lesson by now. Ok, bad approach. Let me [[just sit here for a while]] till I feel better. It hurts, but you've probably had worse. [[Keep going, and see if you can find a hospital, or help of some kind.]]

The girl is supprised by your presence, but answers once the surprise wears off. "There are a few places, actually. A village with a bakery not to far from here. There are also several houses off in every which way. Just walk far enough, and you'll find your way to one." With these, you thank her, and slink off to leave her to her devices. So now where do you go? She said something about [[a bakery]], maybe check around for that? [[Go up the path she's going.]] See if she's got anything worth eating.

After about an hour of waiting for your stomach to feel better, you sit up, and prepare to go back to looking for food. Now, in that time, little girl went and talked to her grandmother, who decided to show her grandaughter how to be a model citicen, and called the police on you. And would you look at that, you were found just exactly where she said you'd be. What do you have to say for yourself? [[You say]] exactly what happened, and paint a clear and simple image of what happened. This helps contextualize why you asked what you asked, why you aproached this stranger in an unfamilier circumstnace, and how you have been injured, but harbor no resentment towards your aggeressor, and understand their outburst against you. [[You say]] what you can as quick as you can, in an attempt to inform them quickly that this is a misunderstanding, trying not to accidentally admit to anything that may be taken out of context. [[You say]] you plead the fifth.

While a valient effort, you unfortnatly, undersetimate the severity of your wounds. You colapse a good ways into the woods, not sure if anyone will find you, or even bother to help if you are found. Not the best way to go. Try again form [[The start]].

The cops tase you the second you open your mouth. You vaguely remember the sounds of sirens, and the sounds of medical procedure. The next concous moment you have is waking up in a cell with bandages and wraps on your stomach. Next to you are a counterfit bridge troll, and a tiny bastard who calls himself Rum the stilts man, or something to that effect. He get's tranftered to a new location within minutes of meeting him, so you don't get much time to know him all to well. Not your best work. Maybe retry from [[The start]] and see if you can do better.

You fallow this strange man in hopes of acquiring the strange treat once it has run out of energy. After enough of this, another joins in. Then another. Pretty soon, half the town is appart of this absurd entourage. Your legs are getting tired, but the gingerbreded boy keeps going. You need a new angle. If tireing him out doesn't work, [[corner him!]] The river isn't too far from the town. If you can't get to him, bring him to you. [[Trick him]] into coming closer.

The bakery utterly empty, is a gold mine for your stomache. It's almost overwhelming how many options you have. However, partway into you're binge, you are stopped by a boy who sees you within the shop. You can tell he will no doubt call for your capture and arrest. You tell [[him that]] if he does so, you will attack him. You ignore [[him that]] way you can get more out of your newfound fortune.

He yells out for the townsfolks help, but it appears they are all collectively done with this boys BS. You almost feel sorry for him in a weird sort of way. Besides that, you hear the commotion with the citicens of the town heat up, as more and more of them attempt to fallow the running ginger breaded menace prowling their streets. The comotion gives you the perfect opertunity to do what you want in this scenario. [[Run while you still can]] Take pitty on the boy and [[bring him with you]] to help him be better

Ah, what a thrilling robbery. You clear the small village long before anyone even knows your their. The only eye witness to your crimes is publicly ridiculed as untrustworthy, and will not be able to get you tried properly. Now, with your stomache full, and your spirits hightened, you continue on your way home, wondering what other mischif you'll get up to next time your walking home hungry.

You decide to take pitty on this social outcast, and bring this boy with you. He's not exactly the most happy about it at first, fallowing you just to make sure you don't get away with your crime, but as time goes on, he realizes he has very few reasons to actually go home. Over time of hanging out with this yonge man, who you grow to know as Robin, your personal political and echonomic ideals begin to rub off on him. Years later, when you've grown old in age, you hear tales of this this yong Robin making sure others don't have to resort to stealing like you did, as he does all the morally grey collection and redistribution of essential objects. I think there was an animated movie about this, but they cut you out, and forgot who was supposed to be the fox.

After a good bit of scowering and searching, you find yourself near what you assume are abandoned tools used for forestry of some kind. Among them, you find an axe, a saw, some ropes, and some loose wood. These can easily be used to help you out in some way. How do you use these tools? [[Try them out on the tree]] to see if one of them can cut it down. You reconsider your descision to cut it down, decidint to [[build some kind of contraption]] to propell yourself to the top of the tree.

After a day of working, the tree is moments from falling. Unfortunatly for you, that was all the energy you could muster. [[One more, your right there!]] [[give up]]

You head over to the tree. Theres a good few things things you can see within it, which give you some ideas of how to approach this. [[Look for food in the tree]] [[see if anyone near the tree can help]]

After a bit of looking, you see a corw sitting within the tree. She doesn't seem to notice you at first, but you quickly notice that she has a block of cheese securly at the tip of her beak. Seeing as this is the first sign of food you've seen since looking, you take it as a sign of good omen. Still, it is clearly her's, and I doubt she'd part with it willingly. How do you go about getting it from her? Try to [[Get her attention]] to get her to drop it. Try to [[startle her]] out of it.

With the last bit of energy you have, you poke at the most important looking point on the tree. You fall onto your back to catch your breath. Apparantly the tree thinks this is a good idea as well, and fallows suit, falling right where you are sitting. At least you don't have to worry about being hungry anymore. try again from [[The start]]

You immediatly clock the crumbs on his chinny-chin-chin. Upon reciving this accusation, the pig clocks you right back with his own. "Now listen here, I don't apprechiate you thinking i'm holding out on you just because I havn't been able to wash by beard out in a while. If you don't belive me, then just get on out of here! You don't gotta tell me what I already know I did and didn't do!" You take his heartfelt advice, and try [[another house]] instead. You refuse to take this disrespect, vowing to [[bring this house down]] some way or another.

You manage to make conversation just long enough to get him to let his guard down. "Anyways, I gotta get back to work. Good luck on your hunt though. Don't be a stranger!" With those words, the font door is closed, and your possibilities are open. [[Check one of those loose corners he was talking about.]] Gotta be a good way in through one of them. [[Go in from the back door]], a classic among thieves.

This should be enough to hold you over until you get home. You think it's a fitting treat, after a long day of adventure and swine consumption. Obviously, you'll probably be arrested and tried for everything you've done, but thats a tomorrow-you problem. For now, you've had a good enough day. Eh, could have done more. Back to [[The start]], I suppose.

You figure that one isn't really a full meal, and who knows? You may need more energy for later. So why not? Indulge a little. Who do you want to look for now? I'm thinking [[the wood one]] might have some potential to it. [[The brick one!]] Maybe they'll taste as rich in meat as they seem in building material.

After enough looking, you manage to lose some of the attention you got from the others. You sneak your way up to the house, where you get the attention of the owner. He opens the door to talk to you. Before he can get a word out, you cut him off to ask him something for help, and if you can enter his house for the moment. He accepts hesitently, before helping you in. You probaly have a good few minutes before the others find you and catch you. How do you prepare? [[Hide in the corner of his house,]] hoping the others don't notice you, and he doesn't give you away. You don't really have time to worry about all that, [[just take what you can carry, and run!]]

Well, it was a good sprint, but unfortunatly, the other jacks got a hold of you. Not sure what there going to do to you, but you know your not getting anyhting from that tree at this point.

You curle up somewhere out of sight from the door. As you do this, you can hear the lumberjack talking to someone at the door. You can tell he's talking about you, and you even see him pointing at you at one moment. You continue to sit in silence under the miniscule possibility that you are unseen by the one at the door. Any ideas how to get out of this? Just [[keep waiting]] and hope the person at the door truely doesn't see you. It's too late, cut your losses. [[just take what you can carry, and run!]]

So you decided to sqander this persons generosity by blatently stealing from them. Shame on you. Judgment aside, you grab and store as much as you can. Unfortunatly, this results in you being caught red handed by not just the homeowner, but the several others who were looking for you. Good try, maybe back at [[The start]] you can find a better stratagy?

One by one, you use several tools on the tree in an attempt to get it to topple over. The axe makes massive dents, but it chips and dulls. The saw gets you mostly cut through, but it gets stuck and snaps partway. The rope tied at the top gives good leverage to yank the tree loose from it's lower half, but it snaps before the bark does. Seeing as the loose wood is uncarved, you struggle to find a use for it in toppling this structure. You feel like your so close to getting it, like it's right there, but so far, you've tried everything you can think of. Don't see anymore point in trying, [[give up]] It's so close, just [[One more, your right there!]]

You spend the rest of the afternoon assembling some ramshackle type of propoltion device. You step abored this unstable crossbreed of a trebuche and catapult, and get ready to fling yourself at the problem that is this tree. As you fly across the sky, you are quickly met with the fruit you were so insistant on claiming. You are also now well aquanted with the branch it presides uppon. you have become extremly familiar with bark of the base it was grown from, and you are even reunited with your old aquantance of gravity amidst this congrigation. Together, these friends new and old provide you with a trip to the nearest clinic for checkup. But hey, you get to bring your new friend, the Grapes with you. They're not all that sour once you get to know them. Back to [[The start]]

It feels like an eternity. The longest minute or so of your life. But it's over. The person at the door is gone. All that remains here is you and the limberjack. How do you thank him? Don't! Just [[sneak out while you can.]] [[Thank him generously,]] before letting yourself out.

Before you can even approach the door, the Lumberjack catches you, and sculds you. "So, for letting you into my house, and sheltering you from danger, this is the thanks I get?" But your used to this kind of half-hearted attempt at sympothy. You mock him for choosing to onoly insinuate your presence, without direct verbal acknowledgement to the one searching. As you say this, you leave. Your stomache is unfortunatly, just as emtpy as it was when you entered, but you have the benifit of making it to another day. Homefully you can find something for yourself later? Or you could always go back to [[The start]] to get something another way.

He apprechiates the thanks, but otherwise wishes you'd just leave. You leave the day feeling mixed. You managed to outsmark a few people, but your appitite has gone unsated. You sculk off to find food some other way, happy to at least made it to this point. Not a bad way to end it. [[The start]] is always there if you wanna try another.

She looks down at you, squinting as an answer to your call. You have her attention, but not her words yet. What words do you give her? [[Compliments]] in hopes of a reward. [[Reasoning]] as to why you should have the food. [[Insults]] in hopes she starts something, and forgets she had food beforehand.

You yell out suddenly, knocking against the tree as you do so. This causes something to drop from The Crow. Unfortunatly, it is visibly not cheese. Shortly after this, she holds the cheese under her wing, before she insults you in the fanciest way immaginable. After this, she takes off from the tree, droping you another parting omen. The nearest stream to wash your hands of this is a long walk from this tree. And of course, you're still without food. Mabye go back to [[The start]] for some better luck?

You begin to tell her on and on of how nice she looks. You say her wings look newly clipped, and that her beak looks sharp enough to jab through a cold heart. These false flatteries annoy her at first, but she comes around to them. After a while, she openes her mouth to talk, and the cheese slips out. At that moment, you take it, your prize newly won. At this point, the pleasentries are no longer needed. You slink off in another direction with the spoils, as the crow, newly robbed is dissapointed. ...I don't think the crow gets enough justice in the original story. Let me [[rewrite this]] a bit. Eh, good enough. Back to [[The start]] with you!

You give her a long winded explination of how you've been without food for hours, how much energy you'd need to get home versus the assumed energy output of a crow flying, the likelyhood of one of you finding more food versus the other, and some minor points about the pros and cons of lactos in the diet of either specise. Unfortunatly for you, she left half an hour ago when you started talking flight statistics. Though she seem's to have left you a coupon for 45% off your next charcuterie bored. Would be nice, if you knew what a charcuterie bored was. Go back to [[The start]] and try and fond some other kind of food.

You say various phrases and belligerent terms that would make your mother thuroughly dissapointed in you. Immediatly, this crow finds the nearest object to throw at you. It doesn't take long for them to find fruit and acorns from the tree. While not the meal you had in mind, you kindly accept this banquet from the newly scored enemy, even if you have to peal it off of your face to enjoy it. Not the nest place to end, but not bad either. [[The start]] is always there to find more.

After you steal the cheese from the crow, she takes your compliment of the beak to heart. Youes to be precise. You are now down both a meal, and a vital organ. Overall, this ended worse for you than it would have otherwise. Was this a bit self indulgent? Kinda. But if you want something else, you can always just go back to [[The start]] to find other ways out.

You decide to rush him down, running with all your endurance left. You chase him all the way over to a river. Now cornered, you threaten him with an offer. You tell him you can help him cross from the river, all he needs to do is trust you. Shortly after this sadistic promise, you make good on your threat by consuming this little cretin, and swim in the river to cool off after the chase. What little crumbs of him sit on your lip after your done make it to the other side with no additonal harm. Well, that felt kinda scred up. Wanna go back to [[The start]] to do something arguably worse?

You split off from the others chasing him. Walking through some alleys, and predicting where he will be next, you get in his was as he outruns yet more people. When you see him, you start asking of why he runs. Not recegnizing you as one of the many faces in the crowd, he bosts. You feign hearing loss to get him closer and closer to you. After enough of this, he gets up in your ear, grabs it, and yells. You respond in kind to his lovely words by grabbing his ears back, holding them real close to your mouth, and making a very heartfelt thanks. It's mosty a one sided thanks, but the sentiment is greatly apprechiated. Knowing this boy will not bother the town again, you move on, feeling better about your handling of this delinquent. How many more endings involve you eating someone? Go back to [[The start]] and find out.

You sneak through the woods up the way the girl in red goes. You do good to stay out of her sight where you can, and far ahead of her where you can't. Enough running around occurs, and you finally make it to a house. A lowly little cottage in the woods. Whatever's inside, it smells just outstanding. You approach the door to knock, waiting only a moment, until an old woman answers. She takes a step back upon seeing you, making sure she has the right time of day as you stand there. [[Explain your situation, and what led you here.]] Tell her how you passed a young woman in red on your way over here, and that your mearly looking for food. ...Welp, not the meal you were expecting, but [[your not too picky with what to start with.]]

While she's clearly hesitent to let you into her house, She offers you compony and some food. She doesn't let you out of sight as she prepares things, and keeps at a distance. After enough time together, she loosens up slightly, while keeping her guard up. After another hour of compony, the door is knocked at again, and the Girl in red comes in, calling the old woman Grandmother. The three of you have a most awkward lunch, as the two discuss family events and secrets, as you sit in the corner, trying not to be intrusive. Once the meal is done, and the day goes on, you are politly escorted out of the house. The old woman says your compony wasn't too bad, and closes the door. You're left with a full belly, a shimmering dusk, and a new acquaintance for your troubles. [[The start]] of another day comes soon, so enjoy this one a little bit more while it lasts.

You've had a long day, and a lot more drama than you'd like to admit, so instead of admiting it, you do what you always do: Eat yor feelings away! Once your done, you find you've eaten the old woman way as well. All the same, there is still much to find around here. Where do you start? [[The kitchen]] of course! That's where more treats lie! [[Her bedroom]] may hold some stuff that can help you.

For a brief while, you rummage through a treasure trove of pastries and desserts of various kinds. It's enough to give you a stomache ache. But your appitite is spoiled much quicker by the arrival of the girl in red you've passed many times at this point. She shakes at the presence of the one she helped out just moments ago, rushing at you with tears in her eyes and anger in her voice. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER!? ANSWER ME!!!" Try and trick [[her]] into thinking it's all a big misunderstanding. Calmly explain your situation to [[her]] and turn yourself over to the police for incarceration and psychological evaluation. Yeah, I'm gonna level with you buddy, theres no way out of this one. You've screwed [[her]] over bad.

You rummage around the womans closet, crawling through her belongings in hopes of finding something valuble to save for later. Amidst all this, several cloathing articles fall onto you. At first you ignore them, but your curiosity gets the better of you, and you try some of them on. Just as your impromptu fashion show starts, a knock is heard from the door. How do you react. Red flag! [[Jump out the window, and book it as fast as you can!]] Too late to back down, so double down. [[Yell for them to come in, and lay in the bed to blend in as best you can.]]

You get about one word out before you feel a shrp electric sensation on your side. Then another moments later. You start to black out from this, hearing whispers from the girl, but that's not what worries you. The sounds of the old woman yelling from your stomache doesn't worry you all too much either. No, the part that worries you is that fact that before you black out, you see the girl in red grab a knife from the countertop. You don't remember what happened next. Just a sharp pain in your stomach, and some sounds of the happiest crying. After that, you wern't concous enough to know where you lay to this day. Presently, that would be just two feet from the fireplace, underneth the coffee table. In my opinion, you really tie the whole room together. Pretty bad (if deserved) ending. But that's what [[The start]] is for.

The glass cracks, and you gain a few new cuts. Nothing fatal, but absolutly scarring. You run from the newly made scene of the crime, hearing a scream from the other side of the house as you go. It does little to slow you down. After enough time, you ditch the cloaths in the woods. About a week later, you hear stories of the old woman who was murdered in the woods, and her grandaughter seeking some kind of justice for her grandmothers killer. You wonder if this was too far, and if you truly needed to go through all this for some food, but it's too late to go back and change things. Or it would be if I had anywhere else to go from here. So back to [[The start]] with you.

After a bit of waiting, and listening to some confused awe taking place in the other, you finally see your new visiter. The girl in Red who brought you here. She refers to you as her grandmother, and begins pressing you about your strange new appearance to her. As you listen, you wonder how much this brash descision has taken from her. Reunite her with her grandmother [[The tasty way!]] Show pitty, and [[take her in as your own.]]

Welp, you've already eaten one person today, what's another for the road? You wait for there examination to conclude, before using it as the springbored for your attack. After catching the girl, and gobbling her up, you sit more than full in the bed. Unfortunatly for you, the two of you made quite the ruckus before she went down your throat, and it just so happened that a lumberjack was not too far from here. After a bit of time, you see a tall man with an axe enter the room. Run from the [[Lumberjack]] Hide under the covers from the [[Lumberjack]] Talk too the [[Lumberjack]]

Well, this was nowhere near your orignial plan, but things change. Overtime, you take the place of this girls grandmother, teaching her the kind of stuff they'd need to do good in life, and hoping she never asked too many questions about why her grandmother looked so different. Years later as she got older, she admitted to knowing that you had taken her grandmothers place, but said she assumed you were some form of child protective service, trying to soften the blow of her grandmothers passing. The secret of what you did fallows you to the grave. [[She can never know.]] You feel guilty, and eventually [[explain how you took her grandmothers place]] all those years ago.

The two of you spend years together, with you eventually dropping the act of grandmother, and taking on a role of secondary guardian. The two of you hang out quite often, and live an almost stable life together. The guilt of what you did, and how you robbed an old woman of the very joy and pride you feel haunts you to your very last breath. Your unsure of if anyone will know, but you're certain that in one way or another, whatever lies on the other side of of life, it's exactly what you deserve for what you did. Ok, a bit too dramatic. Maybe step back to [[The start]] and try something else.

You explain to her exactly what you did. You go on to explain it to the police. Then a local judge. Again to a psychiotrist. Once more to a cellmate. At this point you've told it so many times, it should be numb to you, but it only feels sharper to swallow the truth every time you say it. This is undenably what you deserve, but the part that tears you up the most, the part that keeps you awake at night, is the fact that She will never talk to you again. And you know exactly who she would have. Welp, enough insulting you. Dust yourself off, and go back to [[The start]] for another go at things. Maybe this time, less contradictions that lead to psychological manipulation.

You're far too full, too fairly visible, and planly too guilty to try anything now. You see the man lift an axe above you. The next sensation is primarally pain. You black out several times during this process. The last thing you see is the old woman and her grandaughter reunited, with the Lumberjack looking simply pleased with himself. There wasn't much left to be done with you after that. To be frank, there wasn't much if you period. Still, your memory lives on, as a neat story a girl and her family tell over tea every sunday. Ah well, you tried. But hey, you did the story pretty close to the original. Why not go back to [[The start]] and see how many others you can play by the book?

Fair play pig, fair play. But you've got other options to look into. Which one do you want to try? At this point, the [[straw house]] has better chances than this palce. I'll bet the guy in the [[brick house]] won't trat me as badly.

You go far enough for him to close the door on you. However, this was not to let him know of your retreat, but mearly to find the means to bring this place down. Lucky for you, thse residences are so recent, that some construction equipment is left unattended, including demolitions items. Throwing a stick of Dynomite you found into a side window, the house pops open like a flimsy cardbored box. And inside, strewn along the floor, are bits and pieces of beacon, ceter smoked. [[That's enough muder for today,]] might as well head on home. Well, one was pretty nice... [[Why not another?]]

In heansight, maybe going to the exact place the pig said he would be doing work wasn't the best way to get the drop on him. On the bright side, he is now aware of a potential weakspot that burglers can break in from. As for you on the other hand, I guess you're going to have to get used to the idea of prison life from here on. Sorry for the abrupt end. [[The start]] is always right there if you want another try.

You've been in enough questionable situations to knoe that the back door is surprisingly more reliable than you would think. To this effect, you find it to be true in this case as well. As you worm your way around, you make it to what you assume is the kitchen of the newly built place. To you'r horror, there is some food in there. A single slice of bread, and an empty jar of relish. As you rack your brain around the person you judged moments ago, you hear a sturring from the other room. At this point, [[just leave.]] It's not worth it. You're almost impressed by how little is here. So much so, [[you confront the resident about it]] too see what's going on.

You've had a fun time so far, which house do you go for now? Back to [[The straw one,]] that should be fairly easy! I want a challange. I want [[The brick one!]]

Alright, that's enough. You've gone through a lot today, and as hungry as you are, the dissapointment is more palpable. You walk out of the back door, taking nothing, wondering if it was worth it to even go this far out of your way. Now that we're past indifference, maybe go back to [[The start]] to find some others?

The Pig of this house is very surprised to see you inside. As you'd expect, he tries to phone the police department. Luckally for you, the utter surprise at his lack of inventory in his residence is enough to sway him away from pressing charges. Unfortunatly, he seems to have taken it personally, and is now squaring up to hit you over estensivly calling him broke. [[Appologise and offer him aid.]] He's already been through enough. Throw more shade, along with [[a left hook!]]

You mozy on over to the door, and give it a knock. Inside you can hear some shuffling, before a worried voice replies: "Just a second!" fallowed by some whispered mumblings. How do you take these? Just [[wait for him to answer]], I'm sure he's just had a long day. Havn't the time for this, just [[bust right in]] and talk to him straght on.

You have no trouble in finding this house. Unfortunatly, neither do the police. At this point, you're surrounded. Luckally, you made it to the front door before anyone can catch you. How do you wanna try getting away from this one? You don't really see any way out of it from here, [[turn yourself in]] You're not going down without a struggle, [[Run inside and find the pig]]

It doesn't take you all too long to get over to this house. You don't even get a chance to knock at the door when a voice quakes out from the side of the window. "not a step closer! I know why you're here! I won't let you any further!" He's clearly prepared for this on some level, as far as you can tell. [[Call his bluff,]] and continue waiting by his door. Don't bother wasting you time waiting, look around for [[something to help you get in.]]

After you let yourself in, you look around frantically, with no sight of the pig around you. The police begin to fallow behind in wake of your entrance. [[Go deeper into the house,]] searching as many rooms as possible. Try and [[slow the police down]] so they can't catch you.

After a longer winded apology than you thought you needed, and at least two slaps to the face, the pig relents. While he doesn't want your pitty aid, especially after you broke into your house, he promised not to press robberie charges so long as you leave and promise not to come back. He says nothing about a restraining order, but it's implied that you should still respect the boundry reguardless. Agree to these terms, and [[part ways respecfully.]] You're not gonna let this guy dictate where you can and can't go. Throw [[a left hook!]] establish yourself!

Welp, escilationg it is! You throw out a punch, the pig feeling as squishy as you expected. What you didn't expect was for him to counter with an even stronger punch in retaliation. In fact, he puts up a damn good fight all things considered. Left, right, under, over. Your chest is light from the air your lungs are missing. Your knuckles are sore from the hits you've landed. You can't tell if the red you see is from both of you, or him hitting your eye. At this point, your both exhausted. Enoughs enough. [[Leave the pig]] alone. Throw out one more punch to [[hit the pig]] for good measure.

You leave the pigs house under his terms. You're still hungry, but you have a much greater sense of apprechiation for what you have, and a much greater simpathy for what others don't. After you get home, you make an effor to keep your shelve stocked, both for yourself, and for any others who may come by in need of things. You did good. Well, for the most part. But you can alway go back to [[The start]] if you wanna go further down another path.

With what feels like everything you have left, you chuck one more at him, and with a whimpered squeel the pig falls to the ground. You enjoy this hard fought victory for a grand total of 3 and a half seconds, before practicing solidarity, and joining your newly grounded compatriot on the ground below you. Dispite the final conition of the battle, you find the final punch wasn't for nothing. You wake before to pig to find him still grounded, asleep before you. A well fought battle deserves a [[well earned treat]], so go ahead and gobble him up! Man, this was not worth it. What were you doing in here again? [[Just get out at this point.]]

Well, while your patience is commended, it is not rewareded. Your hungered enthusiasm however, very much will be rewarded. First with a free escort from this house. Then with a one on one meeting with some new people, including the very pig you saught to visit. He seems more confident up on the podium all things considered. Lastly, you find that your given a nice new place to live for the time being, and with some new friends to spare. All in all, things could have turned out worse, though you severly reevaluate the kinds of rewards patience gets you. What is this, like the 14th ending i've written where you go to jail? I'm running out of ideas, but damnit, I will not run out of ways to describe it. Maybe go back to [[The start]] to try and track down the others? I promise the journey is worth it if you ignore the destination.

You've been in enough trouble to recegnize a phone call when you hear one. Not wanting to give him any more time, you jump right in through a window, scaring the pig right off the phone. He runs off into the back of the house, leaving you in the living room to figure out where to go from here. [[Fallow him into the back]]. He'll be cornered, and easily taken care of. Don't even bother with the chase, just [[bring it all down]] around him.

Your mind racks as you think through your next descision, when you realize something: You don't really feel your legs right now. In fact, you appear to be kneeling. Wait, no. Now your laying on the floor. Hell, your lucky to be able to see and hear the pig still. He seems to be taking this well, giving you quite the words you just barly can't make out. But, hang on. It looks like he's had some realizations too. His legd arn't too hot. Pretty soon, he's also face down. It doesn't matter much to you, it's not much after that when you doze off, most of the pain fading, but not quite leaving. After a bit of time in pained darkness, you wake to find the pig all bandaged up. You on the other hand are not so lucky. Sure, you have some medical attention, but it's while you're being looked over by some folks. You can't quite tell if they're cops or not, but you know that going with them will only lead to bad things for you reguardless. You're also acutely aware that you don't really have much of a choice. What does this ending mean? I don't really know. Find out on the next adventure! Or just go back to [[The start]] and see another one early.

As soon as you're on your feet again, you waste as little time as you can gobbling up your newly earned meal. It was a hard fought battle, but it was all worth it for how tenderized the meat was. You end off the meal by licking your wonds, and covering up anything that got broken or torn on the fight. [[That's enough muder for today,]] you really should go home to treat your injuries. I'm thinking [[another one]] might be nice.

After all that, you can't even think what compelled you to consider this as a good idea. You flee as fast as you can in hopes that the pig won't remember enough about this to find you for it. So now, you're hungry, beaten down, and antagonized by someone else. Came out of this worse than you came into it. Just go back to [[The start]], any ending is better than this one. Well, most of them are anyway.

You decide one won't be enough, and look back at the other houses in this area. Out of the ones avalable, which ones do you want to try to get into next? [[The straw]] will be east enough. I'm feeling ambitious, let's try [[The brick one!]]

You run down the hall, then to the left, but no luck. His steps led off here, yet he's missing. You double back and to the right, and still, no one. You continue around the house for an embarassing amount of time before you realize the pig most likely snuck out when he rounded the corner. unfortunatly for you, it took you just long enough to realize for the pig to call people to come in and take you out his house. you still made some good progress, honestly it could have been worse. How much worse? Go back to [[The start]] to find out!

You waste no time. You pull out a box of matches, and set a light in his living room, blowing on it to make the flames rise higher. Once the flame is surviving off of the materials of the house, you let yourself outside to watch your work in progress. By the time it's over, the only thing left is a smoldering creater, and perfectly slow roasted pig ready to munch on. You waste no time in munching on this meal, before taking a breath to look at your handywork. What do you think about all you've acomplished today? [[More than enough.]] Go home happy with the food you've got. Welp, that's one pig down. Maybe [[go back for another one?]]

You've had your fair fill of Pig's today, and even more adventure on top of that. You think now would be a good time to go home, and wash away any guilt you may have accrued by sleeping till you forget, or until someone inevidably comes in retaliation of all this. I mean, alright ending I guess, but to each their own. Maybe back at [[The start]] you'll find something else to like?

You've already gone this far, might as well finish off with a third meal for the day? One more house awates. Time for [[The brick one!]]

Which one would you go back for? I wanna try [[the wood one]] again, I think I can get it this time. I'm just saying, the others don't look as nice [[The brick one!]] I gotta give it a shot.

As you stand there, you hear some mild shifting, fallowed by the sound of a fire being lit, then swiftly the light thunk of an object against your forhead. You wonder why he'd waste all that time for such a minor inconviniance, until you look down and realize that what he had thrown was a stick of Dynamite. Now at your feet, your options are limited. Throw it [[back]]! (as in the dynamite) double down on your position, never [[back]] down!

As you look around, you find a small stack of dynamite sticks laying around the pigs house. It's a bit barron, as if someone has picked through is already, but you can find one or two sticks unused. Putting them to good use, you light one of them up,before chucking it into the house of the pig. After a surprised squeal, you see the top fly off the house, fallowed by a shower of what can be optimistically described as wood smoked beacon. the shower of it all rains down upon you. indeed, a decident feast for your ingenuity. After that long day, this has been [[More than enough.]] ...Ok, maybe just one [[more]]

Well, the pig did want to remodel his porch when his house was done. And hey, a red paintjob isn't a terrible place to start. It very much is for you though, I'd reccomend [[The start]] for you.

After enough searching, you manage to find evidance that the pig is in fact, still within the house, however they have clearly planned out a way to avoid you in wake of what you've done to their family. It's somewhere in here, you just don't know where. unfortunatly for you, the police know exactly where you are in this house, and you've only enough space in here for one more good sprint for something. Try and [[fight your way out!]] You're really out of options, maybe [[try and escape through the fireplace]]? I doub't anyone will suspect that.

You look around for anything that you can try to use to get out of this one, but it's incresingly clear that it's a losing scenario. You manage to get some of the police distracted, and others disoriented, but by the time you're ready to look for the pig again, you hear him outside the house, fleeing at the sight of you fighting off the police. As you look outside to see this, you are met first by the sight of your prey escaping, the soon fallowed by the feeling of a tazer hitting your neck. From there, everything goes about how you expected it to. You wake up in the back of a transport, being pulled up to your feet as you are guided to walk into a detention center. At this point, you wonder if a trial is really necessary. Welp, that's the end. But theres always [[The start]] if you wanna see more. Would you belive this was the first ending I conceptialized, but it was the last ending I wrote? Yeah, weird how that works. Let your ambitiond guide you, but know when to stop adding new things. Then you get scope creep. This is also the closes I'm getting to a proper ending, so... Thanks for playing this, I guess.

With everything you got, you put up a good fight. It takes a lot to take you down, but once you are, one thing is abondantly obvious: You are not getting out of this one easily; not now. From here, your taken to a maximum security prison, where you are monitored extremly closly. From here, you waste away waiting for either a life sentance, or a death pentalty. In the time you spend waiting, word reaches you that you've become something of an urban ledgende. A news phenomenon that everyone can't help but talk about. Theres something weirdly comforting in knowing your story will not be forgotten. Eh, close enough to the orginal ending. But [[The start]] is right there if you wanna try for another.