Alright /r9k/, let's do something a little different this evening. I don't know how many of you are on, but I'm going to start a story and see where we go with it. Interactive fiction, if you will. Second person is shit, I know, but you can't really shake it with this sort of thing.
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Your eyes shoot open around 1:00 AM for what seems like the 17th time this evening. You are half-heartedly attempting to sleep, but you feel a need to attend to less pressing matters than rest. The glow of your monitor glows blue across the room from you, the portal perched on what you call a "workstation".
The light burns your eyes a bit, causing them to wince instinctively for a brief moment. There's a torrent that's been running for a few hours now, anticipation conspiring with insomnia to keep you up through the night. The thick, blue sheets draped over your frame have fallen away slightly, and you consider your position for a moment.
Would you like to check your torrent?
>>26639865
Get up and piss, then check torrent.
Ok.okwawkawk
>>26639954
>Get up and piss, then check torrent
The urge to urinate suddenly surges forward against your other thoughts.
Pushing away the sheets, you begin to peel away your cocoon and look back towards your torrent as your eyes adjust. Not done, from what you can tell. You consider for a moment all the couples in the building tonight just finishing up some Netflix series tonight, choking your connection to the swarm. But then you remember, you have to pee.
You lurch forward, turning yourself left and standing up away from the mattress. Following the wall with your left hand, you make your way to the bathroom. Reaching inside for the switch, you flick on the LED bulbs you grabbed yesterday and light the interior of your bathroom revealing your basin to the left of your porcelain throne and a shower to the right of it.
How much did you have to drink tonight?
>>26640213
Half a bottle of whiskey and some water
>>26640372
As you reach the toilet you begin to fumble your trouser trout out through your boxers. The once alien feeling that used to define the bathroom at this hour and in this context has transformed into something more familiar.
Putting effort into keeping your aim straight, you grasp your penis lightly in a deliberate fashion. You then release a torrent of urine into the bowl as sobriety takes hold. You feel you must have lost full liters of water with that one trip.
Flushing, you avoid the mirror and what might stare back at you. Hanging in the doorway, you motion to kill the current keeping the lights on with your left hand.
A stillness fills the air, chokes it with indecisiveness. You're up, after all.
What are you going to do?
>>26640525
Wake the girlfriend up and get dressed for work
>>26640525
Recheck torrent and spin back to bed.
Goodnight <3
>>26640605
You are confronted with two entirely different thoughts at once. You could call your girlfriend, wait, ex-girlfriend, well more an oneitis that you had a week-long thing with that one time, or you could go the fuck back to bed. Did you even ever call it a relationship? You can't remember.
Both sound like terrible ideas rolled around in your head, and either way you are not prepared for either in any sense.
Remembering your exposed schlong is still hanging out, you tuck away your pecker before it responded to less savory thoughts of her.
The torrent isn't finished, and approaching the table you recognize your torrent is only halfway done with 3 hours to go.
Your cell phone, a Oneplus One plugged into your tower, sits with a blue notification pulsing with an unchecked notification. Probably just inane bullshit, you think to yourself.
But that call, are you sure you want to go through with it? Or do we retire back into the abyss of sleep?
>>26640763
Call 9/11 to your apt. block and give your own description as an armed maniac
>>26640763
call ex gf
>>26640801
The robot you are, you briefly think over calling 911 and leaving some threat to spook the normies in your building. Preferable to calling your "ex" perhaps, you'd probably be detained and sentenced to some absurd amount of years in prison for terrorism.
Perhaps now is not the best time to act tough and take on the world. You push the thought out of your mind in favor of a more mundane risk.
>>26640819
You pick up the phone and as you open up to your lock screen, you see it was yet another status update from the annoying group you subscribed to a few years back.
Wasting no time in navigating to the dialer, you find her number in your contacts. Are you still drunk? Will she notice?
It's too late, as you flicker back to awareness her phone is already dialing.
Abort the mission?
>>26640976
why even bother if youre not gonna take posts into considerastion
you did this >>26640605
here too
hardly interatcive fiction...
I'm going to head off for now.
Thanks /r9k/.
