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{ 91~1135,1155,92
Though this is your first year in Theater Club and last year in high school, the group has done a good job of making you feel right at home.
They meet twice a week, Monday and Wednesday, in one of the larger classrooms on the school building's first floor after classes let out.
The club does two performances a year. The first tends to be a relatively modern work, while the second is usually a Shakespeare play.
The Spring performance was quite well-received this year.
The club couldn't decide what to perform and ended up with a fairly complicated combination of plays performed concurrently.
The Fall performances are usually the ones that fall flat. The club has been trying to change that by putting a modern spin on their Shakespeare adaptations.
Generally, the play would be read beforehand in most of the English classes to give students a bit of familiarity with the material.
This year, you're doing Hamlet. You've been offered the role of Claudius. Meanwhile, a good friend of yours, who had been set to play Hamlet, has recently left the school.
In his absence, another senior who has been with the club since his freshman year has taken on the role.
After a long and arduous tech week, you are glad that the performance is today. To tell the truth, yu're a bit sick of Hamlet at this point.
Your final class of the day has let out a bit early and you're not in a any great rush to make your way to room 145. Before you stretches the hallway, at the end of which is the room.
Directly to your left is room 135. To your right is room 155.
What will you do?

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[PROCEED forward several feet]

}


{ 92~1136,1154,93
Again, you are in the hallway. Turning your sights towards room 145 at the end, you see several more rooms beside you.

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[CONTINUE onward a short distance]
}

{93~1137,1153,94
Another several steps of hallyway greet you, the linoleum floor tiles mocking you with their many shades of beige and green.
1s 137 and 153 loom directly to your left and right, respectively.

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[ADVANCE ever closer to the end of the hall]
}

{94~1138,1152,95
You make it safely to the next section of hallway, rooms 138 and 152 sliding gently into your peripheral vision.

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[GO in the direction of room 145]
}

{95~1139,1151,94
Several steps forward later, you are in the next section of hallway. You are greeted by two more rooms on either side, 139 and 151.

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[PROGRESS to a location nearer to room 145]
}

{96~1140,1150,94
You have made it to a location of the hall where two pleasantly round room numbers await. You take a moment to consider the perfect 0 at the end of each. Where shall you go?

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[MAINTAIN your stride]
}

{97~1141,1149,94
It is nice that you've made it this far. Would you prefer to see room 141, room 149 or neither?

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[REMAIN on the path to your destination]
}

{98~1142,1148,94
As you may have guessed at this point, two more rooms await you: 1s 142 and 148.

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[STAY walking in the same direction as before]
}

{99~1143,1147,94
You are nearing room 145 but are not there yet. More rooms, 143 to the left and 147 to the right, are now within range!

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[SUSTAIN your pace onward]
}

{910~1144,1146,94
1s 144 and 146 await you. You're very close to your desination.

[LEFT ]
[RIGHT ]
[RELOCATE yourself to a place further down the hallway]
}

{911~1145
It has been a long and emotional trip through the hallway, but perhaps it is time to finally make your way into 1 145 in time to get dressed and prepare for your performance.

[ENTER]
}


{1135~92
1 135 is a classroom that sits 30 or so students. It is empty, save for two people who have arranged their desks across from each other in the farthest left corner of the room closest to the whiteboard.
One of the two is speaking confidently and gesticulating wildly to express her excitement. The other is listening intently.
Ophelia, another senior club member and the one doing the gesticulating, was cursed with a family of Shakespeare nuts. Her father, a teacher of English, was the one who gave her her rather unfortunate name.
"Why Hamlet?" the other student, who you recognize as a journalist from the Newspaper Club, is recording her on his phone and reading questions off a piece of paper.
"Hamlet is a play that speaks to our generation. We, who see great injustice in the world, are told by our elders not to think too hard about it." Her hands make light fists and flail
outward a bit as she finishes the sentence, as if to punctuate the act of thinking too hard.
"In the case of climate change and the subsequent rise in sea levels, Hamlet's dilemma between suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and taking up arms against a sea of troubles becomes literal.
A sea of troubles, get it?" Her hands unfurl themselves as she asks this. She almost seems to be waiting for a reply.
"In this era of intergenerational turmoil, we are all Hamlet." She had rehearsed this. While doing so, she realized that moving her hands around almost entirely eliminated her tendancy to stutter.
"Given your name, did you expect to play Ophelia?" Ophelia's face goes blank for a second in response to this. You know quite well that she despises her name and her family of pretentious academics for giving it to her. 
It makes her feel like she was not in control of herself, as if she only exists for her father's amusement. She takes this moment to turn towards you as you stand in the doorway, if only to avoid the question for a moment.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," you say.
"I needed a break anyway," she replies.

[EXCUSE yourself]
}

{1136~92
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{1137~93
}

{1138~94
Jackie, the president of UAV club, briefly looks up from her controller to greet you, then returns to the screen in front of her.
The controller has a small clamp for a smartphone that streams video output from the quadcopter drone whirring above her head.
"Blockchain drone," she explains, noticing your eyes follow the lump of white plastic across the room.
"Blockchain drone?" You ask.
"A new direction in computer security."
"Oh"
"People can't be trusted these days, so we've integrated drones with blockchain technology."
You didn't really ask. And you don't want much to do with UAV club.
She continues: "A group of these form something called a sneaker net, allowing cryptocurrency transactions to take place without data being transferred over the internet.
They use NFC technology to validate transactions between other drones in the blockchain."
You're confused and decide to leave.

[RETURN to the hallway]
}

{1139~95
You don't think you're ready for this room yet.

[Return ]
}

{1140~9
Room 140 is available in the premium version of the game, available by Venmoing the creator 40 USD.

[Return ]
}

{1141~97
Room 141 is not available. Please leave a call-back number and we will inform you when is.

[Return ]
}

{1142~98
This room turns out to have been an elaborate illusion

[Return ]
}

{1143~99
You open he door to find an endless, formless void. It bores you, so you leave.

[Return ]
}

{1144~910
A man at the door assures you that there has been a mistake and that there is no room here.

[Return ]
}



{1155~92
No.

[Return ]
}

{1154~93
Harry, who had been tapping out a series of triple ratamacues on a rubber pad, unlocks the door of the practice room. The inside of the rather small space is lined with bright orange egg crates.
You can't help but think about the fact that the width of the room is almost your height: that you could lay down along the shorter wall and be cradeled by the soft foam of the egg crates.
Harry is still in the marching band, though you had quit last year. You notice his sticks have a larger diameter from the 7As he used to prefer back when you were in band.
"2B, or..."
"Not 2B," he replies, twirling one of the sticks between his right index and middle finger, "They're actually 5B. I can't handle that kind of weight."
You commend him on his improvement. Previously a baritone, Harry had hoped for some time to switch to percussion. You opt to leave him be and let him practice.

[RETURN ]
}

{1153~94
You attempt to enter this room but find yourself back in the hallway.

[Return ]
}

{1152~95
Two of your peers are rehearsing some lines, while a crowd of other actors look on.
You hear Peter, who is to play Polonius, recite his lines from the next room:
"For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell. My blessing season this in thee."

"Ok boomer!" Lev, as Laertes, shouts in response, to a chorus of cheers and laughter from the others.
You figure they need time to practice and leave them alone.

[RETURN ]
}

{1150~96
You're fairly certain this room doesn't exist, but are willing to concede that perhaps it is you who does not exist.

[RETURN ]
}

{1149~97
You can't just be walking into rooms. There could be an important meeting in there.

[RETURN ]
}

{1148~98
You suddenly collapse as you enter and find yourself back in the hallway.

[RETURN ]
}

{1147~99
A chill runs down your spine as you approach this room. You decide not to enter it.

[RETURN ]
}

{1146~910
This room is locked.

[RETURN ]
}


{1145~End
You arrive just in time for the final rehearsal.
You slip your Swastika armband over your military uniform and don your robotic glove, the foam claw of the prop resting firmly against your skin.
The costume design team, while talented, were not ones for subtlety. After running through your lines one final time, you feel confident and ready for the performance.

You recite your lines throughout the play, but don't have the energy to consider what you're saying. 
As the second scene of the second act arrives, you watch intently as the players (playing players) recount to you how you committed the murder.
When it is appropriate to do so, you kneel and pray. Eventually, the final scene arrives.

You sit upstage as the duel between Hamlet and Laertes continues.
"The point vibe checked too! Then," He paused to give the audience a knowing glance "vibe check, to thy work!"
He brandishes his plastic sword, lifts it high and runs it behind your chest to cries of "treason" from the other actors and nervous laughter from the audience.
You feign death, but within you rests an odd but not misplaced sense of fulfillment, even if you did not pass the vibe check. The show didn't go so badly.

[The End]
}