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FLAT OUT CURSED

A GAME/BOOK HYBRID.

CHAPTER 1:

Little Nightmares

7:00AM. Nothing can be heard except the ticking of the town’s clock. While you could admire the beauty of the morning sun or the amazing and calm view of Fighter’s Street, the one thing that stands out is the silence.

We should enjoy it while it lasts…









Ah yes, truly beautiful, but our story here, is far from silent and calm; it’s a mouthful actually.

You could even say that this story is flat out cursed…

7:13 AM. Still silence, but at 7:15 the first few people are waking up.

When the town clock reached 7:15AM the clock began to ring.

DRIIIIIIIIIIING

Let’s pay attention to this one person, mumbling something upon hearing the loud ringing.

The clock rings louder.

DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

The person is mumbling louder and pulls on their bedsheets.

The clock rings one final time, the loudest way possible.

DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! WAKE UP YOU BUNDLE OF INCAPABLES!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” the person in the bed, pulls out his bedsheets completely and throws them onto the wall.

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Another sleepless night for this person. Having the same nightmare again and again, day and night. This person is 16-year-old John Katherin, emerging from the pits of insomnia.

“Happy Birthday to me… Let’s try to make this day as… acceptable as possible.”

TASK: FIND YOUR CLOTHES.

TIP: SEARCH IN YOUR CLOSET.

John walks up to the window. You can see a giant wall blocking the view from the window. The wall has a giant campaign poster glued onto it. Some glue still drips from it.

John walks up to his bedside cabinet. He checks inside.

You found the dusty toothbrush.

John walks up to his closet. He checks inside.

You found the Shabby Outfit.

TASK: PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES.

TIP: GO INTO YOUR STATUS MENU AND SELECT THE ARMOR TAB.

You check the Shabby Shirt.

Shabby Shirt: DEF -1

This shirt, like many things, used to be better.

You check the Shabby Pants

Shabby Pants: DEF 0

These pants aren’t actually that shabby. At least they don’t sink your defense.

You check the Shabby Socks

Shabby Socks: DEF 1

-1+0+1= 0

John’s stomach rumbles.

“Ugh…Should probably go get something to eat. Am i still broke?”

TASK: CHECK YOUR WALLET.

John checks his wallet.

“5G?! Wow, I’m not broke anymore.

Let’s go to the bakery then!”

TASK: GO OUTSIDE.

TIP: THERE’S A DOOR IN YOUR ROOM, YOU KNOW?

John leaves his apartment.

You can see the mildly beautiful view of Fighter’s Street.

It seems like an adventure is going to unfold.

An adventure about a croissant, entering your mouth, being chewed into little bits and being swallowed to finally reach your stomach.

This adventure begins now.

TASK: GO INTO THE BAKERY.

TIP: LOOK IN FRONT OF YOU.

Nobody’s in sight, strange since the chiming of the clock was as loud as the honking of cars on a highway.

John enters the bakery, and goes to the cashier.

“Hello Ms. Boulang.”

“Hey, John. What do you wanna buy?”

“A croissant, please.”

“Hot or cold?”

“Cold.”

“Alright.”

She pulls out a croissant from a refrigerator and uses a hair dryer to heat it.

“So how’s your day so far?”

“Pretty bad. Didn’t really sleep last night. Having the nightmare about you know what.”

“Ugh…This was 5 years ago, John. Forget about it.”

“You’re right…”

“Did you get a job?”

“No… I’m pretty sure you knew that already.”

“John, you can’t keep living like that. If you don’t get a job soon, you’ll probably be evicted from your apartment. How did you even still not get evicted?”

“I threw an egg on the landlord’s house and told him that it was a winged bear with throwing egg super powers. He’s scared of three things: Wings, Bears and Eggs. I told him that i’ll keep it away from him, if i can stay in the apartment without paying for at least one year.”

“You know the year is almost over, right?”

“…Yeah. Well, if i’m lucky i can find a flying bear with egg throwing abilities and keep it as a pet.”

“You can’t keep living like that, you know?”

“Yes, i can.”

She finished heating up the croissant.

“Here you go. 2,50G please.”

“Here you go.”

John puts 2,50 G on the counter.

“Wait, isn’t it your birthday today?”

“…No.”

“Alright. Bye John!”

“Bye Ms. Boulang.”

As John was about to leave he saw a man, or more of a shady figure. He ignored him at first but noticed that he had a weapon on him. A gun to be precise. He wanted to sneak up behind him and maybe hit him with one of his shoes, but he knew this was too risky. What if this guy is part of this town’s mob? Turf wars have been happening left and right here on Fighter’s Street. You wouldn’t want to get mixed up in all of that.

John left the bakery and went back to his house.

The man in the bakery pulls out the gun on Ms. Boulang, he also pulls out a bag.

“I want the money in here, please.”

As he said that you can hear the sound of a window breaking.

“What was that?”

You can hear a splotch on the ground.

Finally, a creature with a head floating above its body jumps through the window of the bakery.

“I’m not paying the repair bills.”

“HUH?!” reacted the shady one and Ms. Boulang.

“Yes, i know. My pants are pretty shabby, but hey, at least it gives them a unique look right?

Anyway, i heard from Santa that a naughty boy with a pew pew machine was going into a bakery to rob someone. Wow, what kind of idiot robs a bakery for money? You rob one for the food, ya idiot!”

“WHO ARE YOU?!” asked the shady one.

“I’m called by a lot of names, but i won’t waste time like that Spider hero in this one movie.

I’ll just have you know my name through violence.”

The creature pulls out a stick from his bulky hat and slaps the shady figure with it.

“SLAPSTICK! GET IT?! IT’S FUNNY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

His laugh becomes physical and starts to hit the shady person.

“ENOUGH FROM THIS CLOWN!”

The shady figure shoots with his gun at Slapstick, but the bullet just bounces off and hits the shady figure’s shoe.

“Get a HOLE of this.”

Slapstick pulls out a hole from his hat and places it under the shady robber.

The shady robber falls into the hole and it seems that he can’t escape the hole.

“You fool!”

“Oh, did you look into a mirror?”

“YOU FOOL! I KNEW YOU WOULD COME!”

“It’s my job after all!”

“QUIET!”

The shady figure transforms himself into an alien.

“Wow, this is pretty random.”

The Alien rises from the hole using a jetpack.

“MUAHAHAHA! I am Count Dred Blek! Conqueror of planets, master strategist and-”

“Wait, let me guess. Cliché villain with a giant army of incompetents backing him up?”

“……QUIET! I have been searching for this mask for years and you clown are wearing it right now! GIVE IT TO ME AND I MAY MAKE YOU MY RIGHT-HAND MAN!”

(You could choose now, but since this is the good boy route, we’ll just do that you won’t accept the offer.)

“NEVAH!”

“Then die!”

“This is the most cliché thing to say, ar- are you sure you’re not a cliché super villain.”

“SHUT UP! BLEK MINIONS, ATTACK HIM!”

“You literally called them Blek Minions?

Well, time for a real wallop.

FIGHT BEGINS! *DRING DRING*

*Press Z on the blocks to do stuff.

(Now i’m just assuming what you would do)

*Attack -> Special -> Headball.

*Press Z repeatedly to dribble.

*Your head bounces of the walls it hurts the enemies but will hurt you too, dodge it!

*Dodges*

*EXCELLENT!

Enemies: LONG LIVE THE GUY WHO PAYS US!

The enemies form a pyramid and throw their lances at you.

DODGE!

*GOOD

Attack -> Normal -> Hammer

*Keep your finger pressed on Normal -> Punch

You approach the enemies to punch them. Press Z repeatedly to fill up the Punch Gauge.

*Perfect!

YOU WON!

You got 10 Star Points and a Lance.

“Wow, your troops are useless.”

“SILENCE! You will give me this mask at once!!!!!1111!!!”

“No.”

“Then I’m gonna force you to give it to me. Uhm… If you don’t give it to me, i’ll uhm… DESTROY an… uhm… I’M GONNA DESTROY A BAKERY!

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh yes i would.”

“I’ll make you eat those words!”

Slapstick throws a hammer at Dred Blek.

Dred Blek catches the hammer and throws it at Slapstick.

This causes the mask to break off Slapstick’s face.

Slapstick transforms into a human.

The human covers his face with a shabby piece of cloth.

“You-YOU-YOOUUUUUU! YOU IDIOT! YOU BROKE THE MASK!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!”

“Heheh, that you won’t be able to have superpowers anymore?”

“NO! I HAVE TO COLLECT THE POWERS OF THIS MASK ACROSS MULTIPLE UNIVERSES YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHI-”

“Hey, why not tell me about your evil plan if I’m going to die anyway?”

“Oh, uhm… OF COURSE.

Well…”

As Dred Blek explains his evil plan which is as cliché as himself, the human, still covering his face with cloth escapes with a piece of his mask.

Dred Blek notices and goes away using some sort of teleportation device.

The human goes back to his apartment, and lays himself on his bed, throwing the piece of cloth away, since he doesn’t have to hide his identity anymore, even if going into your apartment kinda reveals your identity, but every story has a plot hole, right?

“Ugh…my days as Slapstick are gone, now. Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

This human reveals himself to be John Katherin.

Yes, big plot twist, I know.

“Welp, seems like i’ve got no more friends… I can die a normal person knowing i did something good once. Time to get a job, go back to studying and-”

Suddenly, his eyes go from brown to green.

John hears a voice inside his head.

“YOU IDIOT! Haven’t you heard what cliché supervillain Number 89 said? We could go across different universes to get the powers back!”

“Ugh…Are YOU an idiot? What did you say? “ACROSS UNIVERSES” ARE YOU BRAINDEAD?! I’M A HUMAN WITH NO POWERS! I’m weak!”

“Ugh… Listen, i don’t want to say emotional shit, but in the 5 years i knew you, I know one thing, you’re hopeful. So why lose hope now? Universes? That’s no big deal, y’know? You captured the baddest baddies in Fighter’s Street, getting pieces of a mask won’t be a big deal.”

“Me? Doing that? That was you. I didn’t do anything.”

“You know that you had most of the control, right? I only say the one-liners, cause you’re bad at it.”

“Now tell me, what do we do go across universes? Should i go find a portal in Fighter’s Street and jump into it without knowing where to go? Should i do that?”

“Yes.”

“…Ok, i’ll do it. But not for me, for you. Promise that if i find the powers again, you’ll leave me alone completely, ok? I’m gonna throw you back into the sea of nightmares I found you and i’ll never have to think about you again, ok?”

“…Alright.”

“Let’s do this.”

END OF CHAPTER 1-

“Slapstick, wait.”

“You just broke the fourth wall, that’s my job.”

“Yes, but what happened to Ms. Boulang?”

“What about her?”

“You know that the fight we had happened in the bakery, right? What happened to her?”

“Let’s say she died and that’s one of your motivations too.”

“…No. Let’s just say that the writer was lazy.”

“Mm…I would love to, but I’m not allowed to annoy the writer until Chapter 2.”

“Let’s say that you saved her and put her somewhere where she’s safe.”

“Let’s do that.”

“You know this sounds simillar to the thing you said at the first end of Chapter 1, right?”

“Oh, shut up.”

REAL END OF CHAPTER 1

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//Turn the clock anticlockwise//
"Tick tock
Tick tock
and I move
one step ahead,
Tick tock
Tick tock
one step more !
Wait, I am still sitting at
the same spot,
where I was two years ago.
Awaiting in my room
where it happened, for
the monster, monster who came through
the door and not under the bed.
Awaiting for his arrival
every night
when the clock strikes 12.
Breathing hard,
waiting for him to pound on me
again.
Muffled screams from my throat
bouncing off the marron
painted walls,
scratches between my thighs bleeding
from his touch.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Did I move this time ?
Pills, doctors, flowers,
confessions
Media posts and some familiar faces.
Revolving round the same maroon
Painted walls, that is
my world.
In he comes again,
limbs shuddering with fear
chest burning with pain.
Screeching screams woke me up and the
clock strikes 12 again.
the monster wasn't real this time
but
I can still sense his scent on me.
Wanting to peel the skin off my bones
and again
be able to breathe.
Each night, I turn the clock
anticlockwise
to make it read 50 minutes past 11 pm.
Ready for his arrival yet again.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Maybe I did move this time.
Hoping one night, he won't visit
and
I will forget to turn the clock
anticlockwise again."

#arzkiyahe

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Corporate Gifting Culture For 2018...
(Let’s Celebrate Art & Wrap your Feelings into Gifts…)

Nowadays Corporate Gifting is considered very essential for creating Goodwill amongst Clients, Employees & Associates. Corporate Gifts are the Best tool for Business Promotion. There can be so many Gifts type such as Birthday Gift, Anniversary Gift, Thanking you Gift, Congratulations Gift, Motivational Gifts and Promotional Gifts. Here, I m going to tell you about the Best Corporate Gifts for 2018 to encourage your employees & attracting your clients.

Corporate gifts for Clients:

Attracting clients is always the primary goal for any Company or Organisations. Never Forget your running Customers always maintain a record of their Birthday, Anniversary. For Premium Clients Antique Wall Clocks can be an Elegant gift to Attract them. They look so Beautiful & Attractive while mounted on a wall in a room. You can also add your Brand name that will help you in your Business Promotion. There are variety of Antique Wall Clocks available in market such as Railway clock/Station clock, Brass Cutting Antique Wall Clock, Peacock Antique wall clock and many more.


Corporate Gifts for Employees:

The main motive behind Corporate Gifting is to motivate your employees because they are Backbone of your company or organization. Your gifts should be creative & useful for them. An Antique Dry Fruit Box/Chocolate Box with full of Dry Fruits/Chocolates can be really a nice option for them and can be gifted on Festivals like Holi, Diwali, Eid, Chirstmas, New Year.

Always keep in mind your Gift should look Beautiful & Packed well. Presentation matters a lot. Gift Wrapping should always be Creative. I hope you all like my post about Corporate Gifting culture for 2018.

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Why Do Married Women Have To “Look Married?”
“You're married? You don't look like it” is a phrase I have heard way too often in the nearly two years of 
being married. For the world, a married woman is supposed to look different. Her appearance is supposed 
to announce her marital status. But no one has been able to answer why that is. What do these symbols 
have to do with my commitment to my marriage? Has a woman wearing sindoor, a mangalsutra or a choora never cheated on her husband?


During the wedding, a bride typically wears shades of red, pink, orange and other bright colours to shout 
out her status as a newly married woman. In northern India, most brides wear bright red bangles, known as 
a choora, during and for some time after the wedding. Trinkets dangle off the bride's wrist, she has jewellery on her ankles, her head, her neck, her waist, and her ears. Any empty spot is taken by mehendi.





After the wedding, the bride is supposed to be heavily adorned for the first few days or months. In some cases, this situation doesn't change for years. The women who wear the choora typically keep it on for a minimum of 11 days to a maximum of a year-and-a-half. It doesn't matter if it gets in the way of showering, tears a few clothes, doesn't let the woman do her job while at work, or makes her uncomfortable. It's tradition and she must do it. The new husband, however, has no such adornment to wear. He can go right back to shorts and t-shirts as soon as the wedding is over.


I didn't wear the choora for more than two days, mostly because my arms started itching. And it was a rebellion of sorts to roam around bare-armed. Two days after my wedding, when my ears were hurting after nearly being torn apart by heavy jewellery and my body had done enough weight-lifting for a year with those outfits, I was told to decorate myself. “Kuchh toh pehno, beta” was said in a way that made me feel like I was walking around naked. Apparently, I didn't “look” like I had just gotten married. The fact that I was wearing an engagement ring and that my arms were drowning in mehendi was disregarded. The oft-repeated dialogue “aisa hi hota hai” didn't apply to my husband. Nobody beta'ed him into wearing the weight of the world in an attempt to look married.





Since I'm married into a Hindu family, many friends and acquaintances questioned me about the lack of sindoor on my forehead and the absence of amangalsutra around my neck. In the politest manner they knew, these people were questioning my intention behind not wearing all these symbols of marriage. Did I not want to look married? Was I doing this to attract other men? Did I not love my husband enough? None of that was, or is, true. All I was doing was being myself, and any such adornment did not fit my image of myself.


My wardrobe had also come into the spotlight on more occasions than one. At weddings, I was expected to be wearing the heaviest outfits from my bridal trousseau. When I didn't, the “cool” crowd told me how “cool” it was that I didn't adhere to custom, not realizing that the non-adherence was a by-product of me just being me, married or not.


Some women, including those in my extended family, face several wardrobe restrictions. From no short sleeves to no western wear, they've been relegated to wearing a lot of extra fabric on their bodies, even in the sweltering summer. Only because they're married now. How can a married woman dress as she pleases? She has to represent our family, bhai. No such restrictions exist for these women's husbands. They lead their lives dressed the same way, wear their hair however they want and have the option to not “look married.”


A woman is treated as a walking, talking platform meant to showcase her husband's wealth. You're supposed to dress a certain way because, my god, what will people think of your husband? He keeps you in rags? No one realizes that the “rags” are the woman's choice of clothes. My independence or my sole authority over my body has not diminished after marriage. I don't want to deliberately look unmarried, I just want to be comfortable. Why should I have to put a red line in the middle of my heap of curls or wear a beaded necklace while my husband has no such expectation of him? So that the world can be satisfied at the demarcation of a married woman? That this one is not to be touched, she belongs to another bro?


Source: Vagabomb

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