(text-colour:#00b400)[〉 LOAD "REALITY 1.5"
PLEASE [[WAIT]].](text-colour:#00b400)[Street, West End
You are standing on a city street that continues to the [[east]]. A small shop labeled “Sybil'" lies to the northwest, just in front of a pulsating control room. Parked near an unremarkable office building is an old DeSoto, apparently painted by someone with severe color-blindness.
Suddenly, a massive reality-quake sends the DeSoto hurtling into the control room, destroying both. Possibly as a result, the unremarkable office building becomes a remarkable two-story tall Pamela Anderson, who mumbles something unintelligible before surfing away on a stray pop-up ad. In the distance, an aerial squadron of potbelly pigs begins performing precision loop-de-loops. The world appears to be ending.
The Internet is here. It has lost its respect for living things.
You see a [[Respect For Living Things]] here.](text-colour:#00b400)[As you reach for the Respect for Living Things, there is a terrible tremor and a giant crack tears apart the sidewalk. The Respect for Living Things slides jelly-like, into the resulting chasm.
The street continues to the [[east]]. Sybil's lies to the northwest. At your feet is a yawning chasm leading down.
The Internet is here, angrily filling out Internet polls as it awaits death.](text-colour:#d6e725)[Street, East End
As you arrive at the desolate street corner, a devastating aftershock tears through reality, ripping Bosco's E-Convenience from its very foundation. The contents of the store begin to spill out the front door.
You see a blue slime, 28 potions, and a hot rump fall into the void, lost forever. After a moment, an AI Bosco slowly comes sliding out the door, muttering, "It dost work, trusteth me, trusteth me," as he plummets out of sight.
You see a Bosco's E-Convenience here. The [[Bosco's]] is empty.](text-colour:#d6e725)[Taken.
You see a Bosco's Cheapo Mart floating here. The Bosco's is [[empty]].](text-colour:#0a79dc)[Sybil's
Just as you enter the cluttered shop, a livid shopping cart comes crashing through the roof, empties itself on the floor, and flies off indignantly. Every tasteless trinket Sybil ever considered buying now sits on the floor in heaps of unfettered tackiness.
Moments later, all the photos of Sybil's cat adorning the wall simultaneously spring to life. Streams of kittens come shooting out of the wall like cats out of a fire hose. As the kittens run rampant through the piles of junk, they mew sweetly and ooze a nauseating cuteness.
Among the junk, you see a rare foil card and a large, jewel encrusted idol.
There is a [[lake of nauseating cuteness]] here.](text-colour:#0a79dc)[You dip Bosco's into the Lake of Nauseating Cuteness. Bosco's soaks up the nauseating liquid and is now [[saturated]].](text-colour:#ae0e11)[Depths of Despair
You descend into a gloomy pit of darkness. Gloomier even than the street above. Carcasses of small businesses lie here, gutted and mauled. A strange smell hangs in the air, dank and malodorous.
From the dim light of the street above, you get a quick glimpse of a giant, hideous figure before you. You fear for your life as you realize what it is... a gruesome Shambling Corporate Presence!
Before you can react, the Shambling Corporate Presence gobbles up the Respect for Living Things. It continues to snuffle around, apparently looking for [[something else to eat]].](text-colour:#ae0e11)[You feed the Nauseating Bosco's Shop to the Shambling Corporate Presence. It happily devours it. Then it looks a little green around the gills. It begins to uretch and cough. Finally, it [[vomits]] up a Respect For Living Things, as well as a half dozen small knick-knack stores and coffee shops.
](text-colour:#ae0e11)[Depths of Despair
You are in a gloomy pit of darkness beneath the street. Carcasses of small business lie here gutted and mauled.
A Shambling Corporate Presence is here, looking a little ill.
You see a Respect for Living Things [[here]].](text-colour:#ae0e11)[Taken.]
(text-colour:#00b400)[You hand the Respect for Living Things to the Internet. The Internet grasps it tightly and looks you [[right in the eye]].](text-colour:#00b400)[GAME OVER.](text-colour:#00b400)[The street continues to the east. Sybil's lies to the northwest. At your feet is a yawning chasm leading [[down]].
The Internet is here, angrily filling out Internet polls as it awaits death.](text-colour:#00b400)[The street continues to the [[west]]. Sybil's lies to the [[northwest]]. At your feet is a yawning chasm leading down.
The Internet is here, angrily filling out Internet polls as it awaits death.](text-colour:#00b400)[The street continues to the east. Sybil's lies to the [[northwest]]. At your feet is a yawning chasm leading down.
The Internet is here, angrily filling out Internet polls as it awaits death.
You see a Respect For Living Things here.]