(set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="note-text"> she's here. meet me at [(text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[[our spot]]]. p.s. someone should teach creepy cr4dle-r0bb3r [(text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[[a lesson]]] about harrassing little girls(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/ZK84nw1.png"> <img id="textBox17" src="https://imgur.com/fPCMLNj.png"> [<style> #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 280px; left: 555px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } #textBox17 { position: fixed; top: 170px; left: 383px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> your spot was in a girls bathroom stall, in a dirty pocket of space just under the sink, tagged with your initials. there you skipped class to play m.a.s.h, and mermaids, and sometimes, girlfriends. the squeak of her converse on body-fluid stained floors, sounded like a beacon, you ran for her. then, (text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[[a bloodcurdling scream]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox20" src="https://imgur.com/jgVRmAS.png"> <img id="doodle20" src="https://imgur.com/XM9Yh6B.png"> [<style> #textBox20 { position: fixed; 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(text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[ [[dedgirl]]] retrieves her offer and steps towards the altar for her declaration.(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox2" src="https://imgur.com/s0SJ8hl.png"> <img id="doodleTwo" src="https://imgur.com/DLkBKLA.gif"> [<style> #textBox2 { position: fixed; top: 70px; left: 390px; width: 500px; z-index:999; } #doodleTwo { position: fixed; top: 200px; left: 800px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 360px; left: 905px; width: 240px; } </style>] <script> $('#textMessage1Video').remove(); </script>(set: $blockImageVisible to true)(set:$bestie to true) <img id="textBox30" src="https://imgur.com/eGkrYt2.png"> <img id="textBox31" src="https://imgur.com/fBfopbn.png"> <div class="bestiechat-text"> (live: 1s)[''mermaiden666:'' did u see the group chat?] (stop:) (live: 2s)[''mermaiden666: ''they wanna do the rite of passage 2nite] (stop:) (live: 2.5s)[''mermaiden666:'' (-.-)] (stop:) (live: 4s)[''bl4ckb3rry.bl00db4th: ''y the fuck did we agree 2 that again ] (stop:) (live: 5s)[''mermaiden666:'' bc we’re 2 dumb bitches telling each other “exactlyyyyy” all the time ] (stop:) (live: 6.5s)[''mermaiden666:'' what do we do? ur mom might actually murder u if she finds out] (stop:) (live: 8s)[''bl4ckb3rry.bl00db4th: ''we can try dislocating your knee again] (stop:) (live: 9s)[''mermaiden666: ''lol die.] (stop:) (live: 10s)[''bl4ckb3rry.bl00db4th:'' don’t tempt me w/ a good time] (stop:) (live: 11s)[''mermaiden666:'' omg i got it] (stop:) (live: 12s)[''mermaiden666: ''u sleep over ] (stop:) (live: 13s)[''bl4ckb3rry.bl00db4th: ''okayyyy] (stop:) (live: 14s)[''mermaiden666: ''we dip my sister’s tampon into a ketchup bottle] (stop:) (live: 15.5s)[''bl4ckb3rry.bl00db4th: ''not sure where this is going] (stop:) (live: 17s)[''mermaiden666: ''we say u got ur period] (stop:) (live: 18s)[''bl4ckb3rry.bl00db4th:'' ..................genius] (stop:) (live: 19s)[''mermaiden666:'' exactlyyyyyyy] (stop:) (live: 20s)[[[<img id="exactlyButton" src="https://imgur.com/QkjbwuM.png">->exactlyyyyyyy]]](stop:) </div> [<style> #textBox30 { position: fixed; top: 50px; left: 390px; width: 500px; z-index:99; } #textBox31 { position: fixed; top: 80px; left: 410px; width: 500px; z-index:99; } #exactlyButton { position: fixed; top: 570px; left: 590px; width: 120px; z-index:999; } </style>] <script>(set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> nothing happens. literally nothing, the flames flutter across your oily, sweat-slicked faces. (text-colour:#2c2350)[no artemis, (click: "no artemis,")[ no aphrodite,] (click: "no aphrodite,")[ no hecate,] (click: "no hecate,")[ no persephone,] (click: "no persephone,")[ not even satan (disappointing).] (click: "not even satan (disappointing).")[ a (text-style: "buoy")[[grievous]] silence fills the circle, the air grows rancid with resentment(text-style: "blink")[|]]] </div> <img id="textBox8" src="https://imgur.com/YdrnQXW.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/PAVp7So.png"> [<style> #textBox8 { position:fixed; top: 55px; left: 380px; width: 400px; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 320px; left: 680px; width: 240px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> she was like a reflection in a cracked mirror. older now, mature, like a real woman. a ghost of the girl you once were. still she was a memory inherited like folklore to each of your parting daughter cells, in bone and blood you recognize her. even with, no colored braces to match her socks, no doodles of ink on her hands, no beads of friendship bracelets on her wrist. even if, her eyeliner wasn't uneven, her lipgloss wasn't permanently stuck to her hair, her mascara wasn't raining down like clumps of dandruff. she is you. and you, [(text-colour:#2c2350)+(text-style: "buoy")[[killed your best friend]]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox22" src="https://imgur.com/eLuJyBy.png"> <img id="doodle22" src="https://imgur.com/DChjR3z.png"> [<style> #textBox22 { position: fixed; top: 75px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle22 { position:fixed; top: 140px; left: 700px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 370px; left: 805px; width: 240px; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> honestly, hotter-older-you isn't important, at least, not right now. not when your best friend, lays face down in the her own blood. could it be someone else's blood, maybe? no, she's literally dead. you crawl towards her and turn her over. her entrails spill, tied in a perfect bow, just like the ones she wore in her hair. you attempt to stop the bleeding but it soaks your hands and skirt. you look up at her sweet face, brushing a strand of matted hair away. cold fingers clasped around yours, pulling you closer, as the knife sunk to the hilt, between your ribs. you looked down at her, baffled. (text-colour:#2c2350)+(text-style: "buoy")[[how could she?]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox23" src="https://imgur.com/eLuJyBy.png"> <img id="doodle23" src="https://imgur.com/zyfKwYr.gif"> [<style> #textBox23 { position: fixed; top: 65px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle23 { position:fixed; top: 150px; left: 700px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 370px; left: 805px; width: 240px; } </style>](set:$loginButtonsVisible to true) (set:$notifButtonsVisible to false) [<video id= "login" video removecontrols width="25vw" autoplay muted preload="auto"<video src="https://i.imgur.com/d0BAD00.mp4">] [[[<img id="startButton" src="https://i.imgur.com/U9yUHWw.png">->login]]] <style> body, html { margin: 0; padding: 0; overflow: hidden; } #login { position: fixed; top: 40%; left: 50%; width: 25vw; height: 30vh; display: flex; flex-direction: column; align-items: center; justify-content: center; transform: translate(-50%, -50%); z-index: 1; } #warningButton { position: fixed; top: 48%; left: 54.5%; width: 7.5vw; height: auto; flex-direction: column; align-items: center; justify-content: center; cursor: pointer; transform: translate(-50%, -50%); z-index: 999; } #startButton { position: fixed; top: 48%; left: 46%; width: 7.5vw; height: auto; flex-direction: column; align-items: center; justify-content: center; cursor: pointer; transform: translate(-50%, -50%); z-index: 999; } </style>(set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="spin-text"> "kiss! kiss! kiss!" you sit crisscross applesauce, before an empty bottle and a chanting crowd of teenagers. scientifically speaking, this is always a terrible place to be. today, peer pressure is about a boy. one who very much wants to plant one on you. you think you might be okay with that? just, maybe not like this? a public first kiss is a recipe for disaster. we’ll call him mr.br1ghts1de, because he’s absolutely pumped about these prospects. he promptly removed the rubber bands from his late-stage braces, and sprayed what you can only hope was strychnine into his mouth. is this really going to happen? (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[hell yeah]] (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[tell him how you really feel]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox26" src="https://imgur.com/InOBxdF.png"> <img id="doodle26" src="https://imgur.com/F2NUjoa.gif"> [<style> #textBox26 { position: fixed; top: 70px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle26 { position:fixed; top: 120px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="womanhood-text"> it was perfect. the joining of two young lips, teeth first. your lips overly saturated in strawberry lip smackers, meeting the chapped, dangling crisps of his, it was a glorious, asynchronous moment in time. his braces snagging on the soft fleshy bits of your mouth, drawing the gentlest drop of blood. shared between the two of you. your tongue caressing his uvula it was a moment of pure ecstasy. that was a (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[huge success]], (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy") [[right?]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox27" src="https://imgur.com/l9aU3JV.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/o11Pp9o.png"> [<style> #textBox27 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle27 { position:fixed; top: 60px; left: 790px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 275px; left: 655px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="womanhood-text"> you punch him dead in his face. mr.br1ghts1de barrels back and hits the ground. his nose gives way under your fist with an unforgettable crunch. he’s gushing out of his face as the people cheer. mr.br1ghts1de passes out. of course, blood makes him queasy. he’s pathetic, and you’re bored. so it’s time for a (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[smoke break]](text-style: "blink")[|] (set:$girl to true) </div> <img id="textBox28" src="https://imgur.com/JLWN96C.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/Hke355L.png"> [<style> #textBox28 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 300px; left: 695px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } } </style>](set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="truelove-text"> you're in a daze. you've just had your first kiss. like a real adult. you're relieved to have gotten that out of the way. now you can move on to the real mature stuff. like (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[true love]](text-style: "blink")[|] (set:$boy to true) </div> <img id="textBox29" src="https://imgur.com/jtNphRI.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/xVWcoDv.png"> [<style> #textBox29 { position: fixed; top: 150px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 300px; left: 655px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="womanhood-text"> you’re not sure. it was just a game of spin the bottle. it’s not that serious. right? you can feel every eye in the room, beady against your hot cheeks, toothy smiles etched with plaque, and wolf whistles, rang about the room. you were somehow both, fresh meat, and spoiled goods. you saw yourself, caked in mold, and rot, a lamb offered up on a platter, (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[for the taking]](text-style: "blink")[|] (set:$nonbinary to true) </div> <img id="textBox30" src="https://imgur.com/j3n9rea.png"> <img id="doodle30" src="https://imgur.com/NVJsHNx.gif"> [<style> #textBox30 { position: fixed; top: 70px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle30 { position:fixed; top: 160px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="coolest-text"> you pull out the single marlboro you snagged from your dad to look cool. <!--old habits die hard.--> you twirl it between your fingers, waiting for someone to pass by, so they can see how cool you are. you’re so cool. an ominous figure approaches you, so you fumble with the lighter. it’s ch3rry-p0pp3rs, the girl from your english class that always makes you nervous. "that was sick,” she says, “you like totally ruined his life just now.” you shrug nonchalantly. casually, holding the cig between you and her. “you know,” she leans in close, “those things will kill ya.” then she puts the cherry of the cigarette in her mouth, and inhales. you’re so close to each other that you might actually be trembling. get a grip. she blows the smoke into your face with a smile, “meet me (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[after class]] next week.”(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox31" src="https://imgur.com/EGVm74d.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/MCCdnli.png"> [<style> #textBox31 { position: fixed; top: 40px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 250px; left: 675px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="womanhood-text"> at home, you’re jumping up and down on your bed like a fool. ch3rry-p0pp3rs is so cool. you will literally never be that cool. you’ll need to start doing straight-up drugs to be that cool. you creep toward the family computer, quietly so you don’t wake your parents. the blinking cursor mocks you, but it’s nothing compared to the tiny, insurmountable pixel letters, a truth in plain sight. your traitorous brain reads, (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy") [[girls kissing]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox32" src="https://imgur.com/wFlvtZ1.png"> <img id="doodle32" src="https://imgur.com/HWhygUp.gif"> [<style> #textBox32 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle32 { position:fixed; top: 140px; left: 710px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $ageFifteenIcons to true) <div class="coolest-text"> you are astonishingly sweaty. your armpits are drenched, and your hands are almost wrinkled by the amount of sweat seeping out of your glands. you retch violently in a nearby trash can. if this isn't nerve-wracking enough, now there are small chunks of vom in your hair. perfect. ch3rry-p0pp3rs is waving at you from across the library. you fight the urge to run away. you go in for a handshake, she goes in for a hug. it's weird. everyone is smiling uncomfortably. "uh, your nose is bleeding," she says. you realize, instantly, there is a profuse stream of blood flowing from your nose onto your lips and down your chin, into the vomit-y sweat stains on your shirt. she wipes off some of the blood, but not before inspecting it on her hand and tasting a sample. yes, tasting. you look at her, utterly dumbfounded. hello? ch3rry-p0pp3rs kisses you, making sure to taste as much blood as possible. you don't know what the hell is happening, is this (text-colour:#0f261b)+(text-style: "buoy")[[true love]]?(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox31" src="https://imgur.com/gyuddIs.png"> <img id="doodle31" src="https://imgur.com/lBMYNEW.png"> [<style> #textBox31 { position: fixed; top: 40px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle31 { position:fixed; top: 170px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to false) (set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> //midnight struck.// a mind’s eye eclipsed by enamor, visions curtained in a white veil, blinking back boundaries, traded to the tenderest tall tale. to fight, flight, freeze, or fawn, betrayals burrowing to the bone's brim, challenging the wisps of your wearying worth, you feel that loss like a phantom limb. knots are for nooses, when true love is to demean, you’ll hang by your own besottedness, today, you are (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[seventeen]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/ZlBCyIg.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/okwIhDc.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; 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(text-colour:#260f0f)[you look down. (click: "you look down.")[ oh.] (click: "oh.")[ //(text-style: "buoy")[[oh]]//(text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "blink")[|]]] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/oNQGI5Y.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/xaKRkPI.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 325px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> “janitor’s closets are heaven for the horny,” you joked, clicking the door shut behind you. t3gan-n-sara rolled her eyes but grinned, “aren’t all closets?” you smile as she backs you into the door for a fleeting kiss. some lunch periods are meant to be spent in dark, damp the custodian closet, talking about your futures with lips and limbs intertwined. “i can’t wait to move in together, after graduation,” she whispered against your earlobe. “i think i want to tell my parents about us,” you blurt. her breath hitches against your skin, before leaving altogether. “stop talking,” she says, and (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[you damn well do]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/3uGoHOm.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/kKLawoP.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 150px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> their fingers threaded gently through your hair, one hand on the steering wheel, and you have never in your life, wanted someone more. desire was a hot spike to the hypothalamus. the warm trace slid to the back of your neck coaxing a shiver as the car slowed to a red-lit stop. the wrath of a god couldn’t have held your body away from the center console, where you shared a deep kiss. in their arms, you felt as innocent as a (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[baby deer]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/NsLPfT7.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/wJcF2Kv.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 70px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 255px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="lovehim-text"> love is bitter on the tongue, but it’s anger that suspends you above two great chasms. an abandon of hellfire and (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[fight]] or a hellscape of black ice to (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[freeze]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/qEoLOWn.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/aLbgLsu.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 160px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 305px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> a pair of scissors lay on the teacher’s desk, your fingers graze their smooth blades lovingly. blurr3d-1in3s is too busy hyping himself up, a dopey smile on his face. you're revolted. what a loser. you slink over to him, twinkling with mischief. his eyes are bright with lust and excitement. pathetic. centimeters from his lips, with your breath swirling as one, you sink the scissors deep into his neck. release is a blood eruption and guttural scream. "coercion is assault, you fucking rat." (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[you spit in his face|next chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/YSg16uv.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/1oYaQyg.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 130px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> you peer through the two-way mirror, watching distantly, as blurr3d-1in3s packs himself away, with the vigor of someone newly minted. he approaches her unmoving body, planting a kiss on her forehead, and whispering in her ear. you can’t hear it, but you know, “thank you for trying.” you walk towards the pink comforter of your rickety twin bed, tucking yourself deep into the dusty stuffed animals, but still seeing through the looking glass. she slides to the floor as the classroom door shuts, forehead to the tiles, but eyes open, (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[she’s looking through the glass, too|next chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/SVOSTgE.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/jZzKBKY.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 190px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $blockImageVisible to false) (set: $ageNineteenIcons to true)<div class="nineteen-text"> //midnight struck.// a woman scorned, sorry, and sour, wild, wanton, and wreathed in woe, you live to die little deaths, and muffle the memories from times ago. those wounds whisper words to the wise, the washed-up, and the wasted, its tone as taunting and tart, as a cursed pomegranate is to be tasted. from the pits of tartarus, she thrashes, a woman lost, where the gods cannot convene when did you lose your way, you wonder? today, you are (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[nineteen]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/5ND1nFs.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/OLEsCul.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 70px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 170px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>(set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> it really was heaven, in your little haven, a moment in time with no other distractions, each day, you fall deeper in love with this little secret, it was just as this thought twirled around your mind, that the door burst open. there was no time to scatter, though t3gan-n-sara definitely tried, your limbs were too knotted, and it was too dark. (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[until it wasn’t]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/GpIWCtk.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/9FHnLkq.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 225px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="flight-text"> the fluorescent white light beat down over your petrified faces. then the guilt sunk in, because you felt relieved that finally, someone would know about you two. t3gan-n-sara did not share your sentiment, the girls behind the door were her friends. the ones you would hang out with, just to be near her. in the calm before the chaos there was a stark silence. so chillingly still, it thickened the air around you. it broke when t3gan-n-sara screamed, “it was a dare!” she scrambled towards the door where the towering figures of her friends stood. your face went slack with shock, “i told you guys she was fruity,” t3gan-n-sara laughed, a strange, forced sound in your ears. then, the high pitch of laughter split through you, shattering like a champagne glass. you want to leave, run, (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[take flight]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/FHrYm5H.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/YE3LT8h.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 30px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 155px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="flight-text"> your body moves of its own volition. one moment, you’re on the tiled floors, and the next blur into a hallway, a metal door, and then sun-soaked air. you can’t inhale it into your frigid lungs, as if a throbbing cyst lodged in your esophagus has trapped in the swirl of that shrill laughter and that look of disgust inside of you. your cells fill and reproduce with that laughter. that disgust. it courses through you like a new lifeline. you want to regurgitate it, chew on its vulnerable acid flesh, and swallow it again. (text-colour:#260f0f)[over, (click:"over,")[ and over,] (click:"and over,")[ and over. ]](click:"and over.")[ you want to keep flying, because it is the only thing you can control, the cysts and the cells will continue to fester, until flying is the only part that’s (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[left of you|next chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|]] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/izEUcp7.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/HOIo83B.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 30px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 325px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> the twinkling cacophony that erupts from your phone, slices through the moment. you check it, slow and controlled, it’s your mom, sending more cryptic chain emails to prevent your untimely death. you slide the phone away, but it’s too late, the air had begun to slip, too. eyes bore into your temple, but you kept yourself steady, “it’s just my mom,” you said, smiling. the engine roar trembled beneath your feet, the tires screeching as you began to catapult down the road. your heart jumped into your throat, helpless to their jealousy as you were to your inner (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[fawn]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/AKdFVRW.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/mxix7Vi.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 325px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="fawn-text"> begging was the second hand that nature dealt you, pleasing was the first. “i’m sorry,” you whisper through the strain of barreling old metal. “what can i do?” frustration settled into your bones, you need to know what to do, what to give- “roll down the window,” they say, eerily calm. you eagerly comply, swelling with relief with each rolling motion of the crank. the wind is whipping your hair into a storm, debris into your eyes and nose. (text-colour:#502323)["throw your phone."]<phone0| (click: "throw your phone.")[(replace:?phone0)[you take it out of your pocket, your mom's message idly sitting by. [throw your phone.]<phone1|]] (click: "throw your phone.")[(replace:?phone1)[you've been saving up for this model for over a year. [throw your phone.]<phone2|]] (click: "throw your phone.")[(replace:?phone2)[you were so proud of yourself. [throw your phone.]<phone3|]] (click: "throw your phone.")[(replace:?phone3)[your contacts, your photos, your messages. [throw your phone.]<phone4|]] (click: "throw your phone.")[(replace:?phone4)[you look at the window, then at them. (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[you throw your phone]](text-style: "blink")[|]] ] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/vLNIvhW.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/w0gOCDt.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 40px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 125px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $ageSeventeenIcons to true) <div class="seventeen-text"> they smile, and relief surrounds you like a warm blanket. it battles against the sound of glass shattering pavement at high speeds. they slow down now, to the speed limit, you loosen a grip on the seat, you hadn’t realized you had. “see? was that so hard?” they stroke your hair gently, you smile, and (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[shake your head|next chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/zC2f3UO.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/o2p0dZl.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 225px; left: 645px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> the tattoo on your lower back, the clink of metal ridden cartilage, the dagger sharp eyes. you screamed it into the sky, the day you walked out of a little girl’s bedroom, and into the world of a woman. //i will never look back.// the scar tissue may linger, but the wounds of the past have healed over, with or without you. a wraith stepping out of her shackles, (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[dead and reborn]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/uhBRYm7.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/hAoWpeC.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 110px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 225px; left: 700px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> you were tangled snarl of slick bodies and strobe lights. the sweat and sweet liquor smelled like revolution. (text-colour:#0f1326)[all you knew was sex,(click:"sex,")[ with your ex,] (click:"with your ex,")[ with your boss,] (click:"with your boss,")[ with your dealer,] (click:"with your dealer,")[ with a stranger.](click:"with a stranger.")[ all you needed was a fake id,] (click:"fake id,")[ a shot,](click:"a shot,")[ a joint,] (click:"a joint,")[ a mutual interest,](click:"a mutual interest,")[ an unsaved number,] (click:"an unsaved number,")[ an era of absolute (text-style: "buoy")[[revenge]](text-style: "blink")[|]]] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/Xds9PYg.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/bcJe3mY.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 225px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[she was older,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[maybe mid to late twenties,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[and she was wearing a blazer,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[for fucks sake.](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[her gaze could pierce the skin,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[as she brought the glass to her lips,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[you watched her drink it down ](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[gracefully. ](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[she brought the skewered olive,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[to your lips,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[and approved of whatever she saw,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[when you swallowed.](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[this dirty bathroom stall was beneath her,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[but it made no difference,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[when you were the one (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[on your knees]](text-style: "blink")[|]](stop:)] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/20Pzfzg.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/YJjGKrv.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; 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left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style> (if:$girl is true)[<div class="whiskeysour-text"> it was the leather jacket, that did it for you. their hair was long, a little shaggy, but it worked. everything about them worked. overtime, if your hormones had anything to say about it they smiled with amusement, like they knew something you didn’t, and knocked back the whiskey sour. the familiarity hit you so suddenly. the movement of ch3rry-p0pp3rs throat, caused you to swallow reflexively. they look so different. fucking good. you stole the cherry garnish, and popped it into your mouth. they stole back the stem, tying it into a knot with their (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[tongue|tongue cp]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/vtd9ZD7.gif"> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/U9Fa9kJ.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 70px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 99; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 180px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> it wasn’t every day, you spot a cowboy at a club. his boots were scuffed, his hat shadowed his eyes, but when he smiled politely, you had a realization. it was mr.br1ghts1de thanking you earnestly when you passed him the beer. your hands brushed, and you saw the wedding band, but still it was mr.br1ghts1de's fingers rough against your palm. he knew, you knew and that was really all it took, to find your way out to his old (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[chevy truck]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/Qpp7jBl.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/AyFWfxv.gif"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 105px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 180px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style> (set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[vulnerability was no longer](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[a risk you were willing to take.](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[you gave because taking](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[was not worth the price.](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[the hand in your hair gripped](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[tight as a taught string](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ready to snap over the edge.](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[you were awed that someone](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[seeming so composed](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[from across the bar,](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[could come undone](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[with nothing but a rickety wood door](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[between them](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[and the rest of the world.](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[now that was revenge.](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[but what would you do if you were caught?](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[fight or fly?](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[freeze or fawn?](stop:)] (live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[(text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[what would she do?]](text-style: "blink")[|]](stop:)] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/nXeWFg6.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/YJjGKrv.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; 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(text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[come inside]], you whisper(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/cuzVWX4.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/haM9kDv.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 225px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> you kissed until your lips were sore, he was still good at this, and he didn’t take the hat off to do it. weird, but you kinda liked that. the callouses on his finger pads and palms, sent shivers down your spine. you thought his boots and the dirt smudges on his jeans. you were mildly surprised, that the blue-collar look was working for you. //oh how far we've come.// less surprised when he asked, if you’d suck him off. you declined, he shrugged it off, and grabbed a (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[condom]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/t2gVHBW.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/s82CehP.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; 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} #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 170px; left: 695px; width: 240px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> acceptance is a savior complex, forgiving and forgetting all the hurdles, you merely walked around. a race won without participation. reality was the fists of denial to your throat, //you asked for it!// angry claws to your eyes, //you’re overreacting!// bargaining fire pressed to your cheeks, //love yourself!// depressions in the form of cuts to your skin, //be happy!// as a cross to a demon, or a final offering, with bloody mangled limbs, acceptance raises the dirty, half-smoked cigarette. the offering is lit with the flames of your sacrifices, it’s the first hit, first coughing fit, of the first cigarette, of the rest of their lives. (text-colour:#2c2350)+(text-style: "buoy")[[[now, that’s womanhood |womanhood]](text-style: "blink")[|]] </div> <img id="textBox13" src="https://imgur.com/Vnh9mlC.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/dW3AfQr.png"> [<style> #textBox13 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 230px; left: 695px; width: 240px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> in her hands, she displays her lucky underwear. sky blue, with the word //tuesday// written across the back. the elastic seams were stretched, the fabric was frayed and ripped, it was well-loved and well-worn. cherished. in a trembling voice, she continued. //i smother my girlhood, with my good luck piece, in exchange for a boy’s attention to never cease.// you politely snap your fingers, as dedgirl throws her offering into the flames, a single tear cascades down her cheek. (text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[[l0b0t0-me]] steps up to the alter.(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox3" src="https://imgur.com/fAg1CW9.png"> <img id="doodle3" src="https://imgur.com/3URYAB9.png"> [<style> #textBox3 { position: fixed; top: 55px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle3 { position:fixed; top: 60; left: 700px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>] (set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> her fingers wound in her collection of silly bandz, so many silly bandz, meticulously kept. every shape and color, existing within her reach. it was her fixation. obsessive. she wailed like a banshee, //i torch my girlhood, with the collections of my heart, to gain a face like a work of art.// your senses were on overdrive between the sound of luvsyck’s chalkboard screech, and the smell of burning rubber. finally, [(text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[[ms.andry]]] takes her place(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox5" src="https://imgur.com/1YNgLLR.png"> <img id="doodle5" src="https://imgur.com/3xj5Xcw.png"> [<style> #textBox5 { position: fixed; 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left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style> ] (if:$bestie is true)[ <div class="ginmartini-text"> she was hauntingly familiar, and she was wearing a blazer at a club, for fucks sake. mermaiden666’s gaze punctured like a wound, she brought the martini to her lips, you watched her, your childhood best friend, drink it down, newly gracefully. it’s really you she set the skewered olive, against your lips, and approved of whatever she saw, when you swallowed. this dirty bathroom stall was beneath her, but it made no difference, when she smiled so knowingly, you were the one (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[on your knees|on your knees mm]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/5apqj12.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/LPgLeOk.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 180px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>] (set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> tight in her grasp, she held her mp3 player. bedazzled, baby pink with 300 songs tucked inside. each shimmering chorus a sentence in her diary. beloved. through hiccupped tears, she began. //i benumb my girlhood, with the cords of my memoir, so that i can be the most popular girl by far.// l0b0t0-me’s offering ignites instantly, sending a little burst of fire towards the heavens, though her head hung low. (text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[ [[luvsyck]]] breathes in deeply, as she stands.(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox4" src="https://imgur.com/6GVU6WB.png"> <img id="doodle4" src="https://imgur.com/i5ORLQM.gif"> [<style> #textBox4 { position: fixed; top: 55px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle4 { position:fixed; top: 260px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>] (set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="forevermore-text"> it was an exceptionally tedious wednesday afternoon. the sixth-period teacher, we'll call him cr4dle-r0bb3r, has successfully breached inconceivable levels of misery. his wife left him, again. for fondling the babysitter, again. his classroom has a very strict policy on our skirt lengths, "upper-thigh will get you by," he always said in his thick coffee-stained breath. his sticky, sweaty hands always found traces of your bare skin. but he was a devout teacher, he was a standup guy, he was massaging your shoulders, again. an eerie feeling creeps up your spine, for once, nothing to do with the fleshy adult man at your back. your innards are knotted up into a noose, you know you need to get out. (text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[[a note was passed to your desk]](text-style: "blink")[|]</div> <img id="textBox16" src="https://imgur.com/wTJDj0w.png"> <img id="doodle16" src="https://imgur.com/ezygaoT.png"> [<style> #textBox16 { position: fixed; top: 25px; left: 383px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle16 { position:fixed; top: 60; left: 700px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> you whip your body full force into the open stall, and stop. it was as if you stepped into a carcass, encased by torture itself. a scene made of anguish in it's absolute form. and the //smell,// sharp as a razorblade and twice as metallic. the blood was everywhere. it flowed, clotted, dried. it stained the grout between each tile. as if sloughing from the walls around you. you're covered in it, the inescapable reality of this. your knees cave in, the blood splatters on your face, your neck, your hair. it cascades down your cheeks like tears. then you are gutted, by the sight of [(text-color:#2c2350)+(text-style:"buoy")[[her]]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox21" src="https://imgur.com/siuzhNd.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/cZ4Sbog.png"> [<style> #textBox21 { position: fixed; top: 65px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 170px; left: 705px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="dedgirl-text"> her face was suddenly mature, hollow and defeated as she twisted the knife, the same one used to make the oath. in that moment, you were truly bound in blood, you were her, and she was you. in that moment, there was only the cruel inevitability, of [(text-colour:#2c2350)+(text-style: "buoy")[[womanhood]]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox24" src="https://imgur.com/fcg9FiS.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/O3WZqat.png"> [<style> #textBox24 { position: fixed; top: 55px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 200px; left: 705px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>](char-style: via (t8n-delay:pos*100)+(t8n:'instant'))[A pleasure to make your acquaintance.] |message>[] { (set: _roll to (random: 1, 5)) (if: _roll is 1)[ (set: $death to (a: "GAME OVER", "<br>Was all of this just a game?", "")) (append: ?message)[Your vision turns black, and some white text appears before you... ] ] (else-if: _roll is 2)[ (set: $death to (a: "WASTED", "<br>Wait, ", "did I just play GTA?")) 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"sorry, i—don’t think i can," the guilt rises in your chest anyway. you know you’re not ready for that. especially not here. “i don’t mind if you’ve never done it before,” then, in your silence, he whispers, "please, baby. i need this.” you gaze at him, conflicted. you don't want to do this. and you don't want to upset him. you love him. "no, i'm sorry.” "i love you..." he pulls you closer, "and if you loved me, you would." the sound of sliding metal belt buckles, still haunts you. (text-colour:#260f0f)+(text-style: "buoy")[[you love him]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/zBicWCa.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/q2fPlqK.png"> [<style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 60px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 270px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>](set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> on your bed, hedonism staked its claim. with your fingers wrapped around their neck, and a joint in your other hand, each hit takes you higher, as you ground yourself to them. a bike is a tool to be ridden, it was a lesson learned once, and never forgotten, so you ride (text-colour:#0f1326)[thoughtlessly, (click:"thoughtlessly,") [meanly, ](click: "meanly,") [selfishly.]] until you can touch stars. before you (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[plummet to the earth]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/TGRnnXg.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/06gA4gb.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 245px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> //you can go//, you smile, sending them on their way. your room spun in the silence, the stars you had worked hard for had long been snuffed out, and there was a wet spot on your lumpy mattress. you slept by the toilet that night, waking up distantly to your own gagging, heaving, and retching. your mouth tasted like cherries and bile, and you reeked of someone whose name you didn’t know. //revenge// you whispered into the floating chunks and (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[browning toilet water|final chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/HDM4xLV.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/32itjmq.gif"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 180px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style> (set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text">you gave because taking was not worth the price. and because in this case, it was only fair. the grip in your hair was bruising, tight as a taught string. you were awed, looking up at the scene, at how far she’s come undone by you. nothing but a rickety wooden door between her and the rest of the world. this was the true revenge, (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[and it wasn’t even yours]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/F9ACOqU.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/YJjGKrv.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 80px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 130px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> you stayed kneeling once it was over, sealed in a cage of memories, desires, and regrets. you resented this imprisonment of the past. you tried to rationalize yourself out of it, but the alcohol made you too hazy to do anything but relive. ms.andry wiped your chin, purging the evidence, patting your cheek, and pushing past the stall door. revenge takes a different shape down here, when you’re the one left kneeling in (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[a stranger's piss|final chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/ErIcUeO.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/UQNXuTO.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 245px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen-text"> vulnerability was no longer a risk you were willing to take. you gave because taking was not worth the price and maybe, because she was still worth a job well done. the hand in your hair gripped tight as a taught string ready to snap over the edge. you were awed looking up at her, she was so composed from across the bar, and she was coming undone with nothing but a rickety wood door between her and the rest of the world. now that was revenge. but what would she do if you were caught? would she fight or fly? freeze or fawn? who was she now, that she was (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[someone you no longer knew?]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/fWUCvpU.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/YJjGKrv.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 70px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 130px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> you stayed kneeling once it was over, distantly trapped in a cage of memories and power plays. you resented this cage. you tried to psycho-analyze yourself out of it, but the alcohol made you too hazy to do anything but relive. you felt soft paper against your palm, and knew that she had stepped out of the stall. it was a twenty-dollar bill, whether for the drink, or everything else, you didn’t want to know. revenge looked different from down here, when you’re the one left kneeling in (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[a stranger's piss|final chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/37ANKhh.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/UQNXuTO.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 245px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> on your bed, hedonism staked its claim. there are a few moments of rhythmic fumbling and limb adjustments until you’re back on track, with your fingers wrapped around their neck, and a joint between your lips, each hit takes you higher, as you ground yourself against them. a bike is a tool to be ridden, it was a lesson learned once, and never forgotten, so you ride (text-colour:#0f1326)[thoughtlessly, (click:"thoughtlessly,") [meanly, ](click: "meanly,") [selfishly.]] until you can touch stars. before you (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[plummet to the earth|plummet to the earth cp]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/wczhT6j.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/06gA4gb.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 245px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> //you can go//, you smile, sending them on their way. your room spun in the silence, the stars you had worked hard for had long been snuffed out, and there was a wet spot on your lumpy mattress. you slept by the toilet that night, waking up distantly to your own gagging, heaving, and retching. your mouth tasted like cherries and bile, and you reeked of guilt remembering someone whose name you wish you didn’t know. //revenge// you whispered into the floating chunks and (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[browning toilet water|final chapter]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/HDM4xLV.png"> <img id="doodle25" src="https://imgur.com/32itjmq.gif"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #doodle25 { position:fixed; top: 180px; left: 690px; width: 250px; z-index: 999; } </style>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="nineteen1-text"> it thrummed powerfully between your thighs riding fast with reckless abandon, you love motorcycles. the world flew by in blurs, with your arms wrapped around their waist. your face was pink and your eyes watery by the time you pulled up to your place. you sat steadied on the motorcycle, tongues intertwined, under flickering yellow streetlamps. (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[[come inside|come inside cp]], you whisper(text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/cuzVWX4.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/haM9kDv.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 100px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 225px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>(set: $blockImageVisible to true) <div class="ritual1-text"> (live: 1s)[''dedgirl:'' u virgins ready 4 the rite of passage ritual 2nite???] (stop:) (live: 2.5s)[''l0b0t0-me: ''3am sharp, mfs] (stop:) (live: 4s)[''luvsyck:'' hell yes we’re gonna b so hot after this.] (stop:) (live: 5s)[''luvsyck: ''timeout] (stop:) (live: 6.5s)[''luvsyck: ''does anyone have the answers 2 this algebra hw?] (stop:) (live: 7.5s)[''l0b0t0-me:'' let that kid smell ur earrings behind the bleachers and he’ll do it for u] (stop:) (live: 8.5s)[''luvsyck: ''no… literally y would i do that] (stop:) (live: 9.5s)[''l0b0t0-me: ''\_(0.0)_/] (stop:) (live: 10.5s)[''dedgirl: ''i fear we’ve lost the plot, also ''@l0b0t0-me'' ur a slut.] (stop:) (live: 12s)[''l0b0t0-me:'' and ur a bitch that lacks pretty privilege, next] (live: 13.5s)[''ms.andry:'' anywayyyyyyyyys] (stop:) (live: 14.5s)[''ms.andry: ''pls do not forget ur offerings] (stop:) (live: 15.5s)[''ms.andry: ''this is a ritual //sacrifice//] (stop:) (live: 16.5s)[''luvsyck:'' yeah yeah whatever mom ''@ms.andry''](stop:) (live: 17.5s)[''luvsyck: ''i’m also bringing the cig i found under my brother’s car] (stop:) (live: 18.5s)[''l0b0t0-me: ''oh fuck yeah] (stop:) (live: 19.5s)[''dedgirl: ''2nites gonna b a movie] (stop:) (live: 20.5s)[''ms.andry: ''wait r we missing people???] (stop:) (live: 21.5s)[''dedgirl: ''uh oh i smell wiiiiiimps] (stop:) (live: 22.5s)[''luvsyck: ''''@bl4ckb3rry.bl00db4th''??? r u coming or what???] (stop:) </div> (live: 23.5s)[[[<img id="yesButton" src="https://imgur.com/WwKiRJj.png">->YES: ritual sacrifice? abso-fucking-lutely]]](stop:) (live: 23.5s)[[[<img id="noButton" src="https://imgur.com/qVBDs3J.png">->NO: no, i have a crippling fear of my mother’s wrath]]](stop:) <img id="textBox2" src="https://imgur.com/DFlElxD.png"> [<style> #textBox2 { position: fixed; top: 50px; left: 390px; width: 500px; z-index:999; } #yesButton { position: fixed; top: 550px; left: 495px; width: 120px; z-index:999; } #noButton { position: fixed; top: 550px; left: 625px; width: 120px; z-index:999;} </style>] <script> $('#textMessage1Video').remove(); </script>(set:$notifButtonsVisible to false) <script>window.close()</script>(set: $ageNineteenIcons to true) <div class="drinks-text"> you were tangled snarl of slick bodies despite the crowd, your prospects were as clear, as the ace you play. pick a drink, and order two. you’re incredibly talented, at knowing what other people order. you order two (text-colour:#7272a9)[{(set: $drinks to (a: "gin martinis","whiskey sours","pints of busch on tap")) (link-repeat: "[(print: $drinks's 1st)]<drinks|")[(replace: ?drinks)[(set: $drinks to (rotated: -1, ...$drinks))(print: $drinks's 1st)]] }] and (text-colour:#0f1326)+(text-style: "buoy")[(link: "make your way over")[(go-to:$drinks's 1st)]](text-style: "blink")[|] </div> <img id="textBox25" src="https://imgur.com/VQnDBVz.png"> <img id="cdPlayerPlayer" src="https://imgur.com/8IkZTPf.png"> <style> #textBox25 { position: fixed; top: 150px; left: 380px; width: 400px; z-index: 999; } #cdPlayerPlayer { position: fixed; top: 225px; left: 650px; width: 240px; z-index: 9999; } </style>