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Welcome to a world of magic and mystery... buckle up your seat beltbecause this is going to be a [[wild ride|name prompt]]!

Welcome to a world of magic and mystery... buckle up your seat beltbecause this is going to be a wild ride! Before we begin, please enter your name here: <<textbox "$name" "">> Whenever you are ready, lets [[begin|Main Story]]!

You blink your eyes open and come too, eyes burning from the bright lights. You are sitting on a couch, surrounded by people partying. You seem to be a little drunk, and everything is kind of [[woozy]]. You barely remeber what has happened [[tonight...]] <<cacheaudio "partysounds" "Audio/parrty.mp3">> <<audio partysounds play>>

Maybe the ceilings are spinning... just a little bit though. [[back|Main Story]]

How did you even get here... what is this party for? Who are all of these people? You scan your eyes across the room and see some people doing [[karaoke]] on one side, other people at the [[bar]] chatting and ordering drinks, and a long [[hallway]] stretches out infront of you. There are people crowded around you on the couch trying to grab a seat, and something weighs heavy in your [[pocket]].

Yo this path isn't done plz go back [[back|tonight...]]

Bar it is! You get up and stumble over to the bar, you're definiltey more drunk than you remember... How many drinks have you had tonight? I bet it's been quite a lot. Anyway, you manage to snag a seat at the busy bar, and look around for the bartender, he seems to be talking to another customer further down the bar. [[Pour yourself a drink]] [[Wait for the bartender]] [[back|tonight...]] <<

This place looks oddly familiar to you… the hallway seems to stretch on forever as you clumsy stumble down, still partially asleep and still a little drunk from earlier in the night. The sound of the party fades out as you go further and further down. You pass some [[doors to your left]] and as you keep down the hallway, you come to a set of doors, one to your [[left]], one to your [[right]], and a [[set of stairs leading upward]] directly in front of you. If you listen hard enough, you can faintly hear the sound of the [[party]] going on behind you. <<audio "partysounds" fadeto 0.10>>

As you wait for the bartender to finish up with the other customer, you try to start up a conversation with those around you. Maybe they can provide some insight into where you are. [[Talk to the person on your left]] [[Talk to the person on your right]] [[Mind your buisness and don't talk to anyone]] [[back|bar]]

Your eyes are tired from straining agaisnt the bright lights of the party, and the noise is all too loud. You [[rest|gap for pausing music]] your head down on the cold bar, hoping for at least a little bit of relief.

A few moment later...you think... you feel a tap on your shoulder. Bregrudignly, you look up and come face to face with the bartender! They must have finished with that other customer. "Hey are you alright?" You attempt to sit up in your chair so that you can actually converse like a human being. Emphasis on the word "attempt". As you go to lean back, you sway in your chair and are completly off balance, almost falling over. "Woah!" The bartender reaches over the counter and offers you a steadying hand. "Are you alright there mate? How much have you had tonight?" Defintley more than you should've... everyone knows you're a lightweight... [[I haven't had that much!|water and snack]] [[Only a couple drinks, I swear|water and snack]] [[Uhhhh more than I should've|water and snack]]

"Alright, I'm cutting you off for the night buddy." As you try your hardest to focus on the bartender's face, you notice that he seems odly familair, but you can't quite put your finger on it. The bartender busies himself with something behind the bar and you wait patiently, idly tapping your fingers along to the beat of the song playing. "Here you go bud, some water and a snack." You eat the food gratefully, and already feel much better, making sure to tell the bartender thank you. While you are eating your snack, you feel as if someone has their eyes on you, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up, a feeling of enease resting deep in your gut... or maybe that's just nasuea... As you turn around to do a quick scan of the room, you make eye contact with someone sitting on the couch. They shoot you a warm smile, and [[beckon you over|stranger on couch]]. Once again, they look familair to you, but you can't quite place a name to the face. <<audio partysounds play>>

This path is underconstruction, please try another~ [[back|Wait for the bartender]]

You jiggle the doorknobs, they all seem to be locked. [[back|hallway]]

Aha! This one is unlocked… You open the [[door]] to find the bathroom, finally! In front of you is a [[mirror and sink]], to your left is the toilet and to your right is the tub and shower. A window rests above the toilet and you can see outside that it has gotten quite dark.

The door swings inward and you are greeted by a dark room. Thankfully, some light filters in through the [[hallway|Hallway from dark room]] and you are able to see a [[lightswitch]].

You gaze up the stairway, and stop to [[think]] for a minute before you begin climbing.

You turn around and head back into the party. You spot a group of people who look familiar in front of you, laughing on the couch, you can hear the sound of the [[bartender|bar]] clinking around beside you, and the sound of [[people singing|karaoke]] echoes from the other side of the room. <<audio "partysounds" fadeto 1>> [[hallway]]

Aha! This one is unlocked… You open the [[door]] to find the bathroom, finally! In front of you is a mirror and sink, to your left is the toilet and to your right is the tub and shower. A window rests above the toilet and you can see outside that it has gotten quite dark. ...You see yourself in the mirror, the shadow of stress clings underneath your eyes, and you look thinner than you have in previous months. You splash some cold water on your face to wake up a little bit more.

You head back into the hallway… you could head back to the [[party]], go [[up the stairs|set of stairs leading upward]]t, or go through the [[door in front of you|right]].

The lightswitch doesn’t do anything, even after a couple flicks... it must’ve died. You are [[afraid|Hallway from dark room]] of the dark and don’t want to [[explore further]].

You are afraid of the dark, and back out into the hallway. The stairs are to your [[left|set of stairs leading upward]] and there is a [[door|left]] behind you. To your right, you can still hear the bass bumping from the[[party]] back down the hallway.

Reluctantly, you take a step into the room and feel around. What are you looking for? What is the value of going into this room? What is the purpose of being [[here]]?

Reluctantly, you take a step into the room and feel around. What are you looking for? What is the value of going into this room? What is the purpose of being here? ... In a dark room, [[engulfed]] by your biggest fear. You can feel the darkness of the room [[creeping]] up behind you, enveloping you. You can feel your heartbeat [[quickening]] and your breathing increasing rapidly. [[Do you want to leave?|Hallway from dark room]]

Arms wrap around you, you are surrounded by warmth, [[drowning]] in it.

[[Turn around]]. Do you feel it there?

Your breathing speeds up, and black spots dance in your vision. Your knees crumple and you feel the hard [[ground]] beneath your body.

Turn around. Do you feel it there? You come face to face with someone who looks familiar. You can’t quite place a name to the face. They let out a piercing scream, cutting through the [[silence]].

You gaze up the stairway, and stop to think for a minute before you [[begin climbing]]. The [[other doors|hallway]] are still behind you, and you can still faintly hear the [[party]] going on. <<audio "partysounds" fadeto 0.05>>

You begin climbing up the stairs. Once you reach the top, you notice a door cracked open and you can hear [[faint talking]] coming from inside. Music drifts through the cracked door as well. The upstairs hallway is cozy, with a soft yellow light coming off of a lamp in the corner, and [[halloween decorations]] tacked up onto the walls. <<audio "partysounds" fadeout>> <<cacheaudio "cranesong" "Audio/crane.mp3">> <<audio "cranesong" volume 0 loop fadeto 0.05>>

You slowly crack open the door to the room, and inside is a group of people sitting around with blankets, pillows, and what smells like hot chocolate. “Hey glad you finally made it up here! We were wondering where you got off too.” The group of 5 look at you expectantly, but you can’t seem to place where you’ve met them, or who they are. After a beat of silence and staring at each other, they all smile [[warmly]] at you. The space feels quiet and inviting… unlike the party downstairs, filled with even more unfamiliar faces. “You got here just in time, we are telling [[stories]]!”

You begin climbing up the stairs. Once you reach the top, you notice a door cracked open and you can hear [[faint talking]] talking coming from inside. The upstairs hallway is cozy, with a soft yellow light coming off of a lamp in the corner, and halloween decorations tacked up onto the walls. //Is this a halloween party? Why is no one in costume then?//

... [[their smiles|faint talking]] seem sad, almost as if they know something about you that you don't even know yourself.

You grab a pillow and a blanket, and sit down next to someone in the group. [[You still don't know]] who they are and that makes you feel sad... //and guilty//.

You grab a pillow and a blanket, and sit down next to someone in the group. You still don't know who they are and that makes you feel sad... //and guilty//. Is it worth asking them to [[introduce themselves?]] What if they cast you away from the group for not remembering their names.. What if they ridicule you for not knowing where you are. What if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, [[what if…]] <<audio "cranesong" fadeout>>

They don’t cast you out, and they don’t ridicule you. Instead, the members of the group look around at each other, a soft look in their eyes. “Sure, that’s not a problem” //Did they know that you were going to ask that? Has this occurred before??// Why does this group of people feel so familiar to you but so far away at the same time. "Hi, my name is Willow!" the girl across from you exclaims with a soft smile on her face and warmth swimming in her eyes. She has curly black hair that reaches her broad shoulders and bounces when she turns her head. The golden light from the room causes her skin to glow. She's pretty, you think to yourself. “Sup’, names Leo.” The guy to the left of Willow said. He had a slight accent, but you couldn’t place where it was from. Maybe you can ask him later… He was leaning back against the bedpost, pillow in his lap and blanket around his shoulders, steaming cup of hot chocolate clasped in his hands. He was practically oozing the sense of comfort and casuallaness that you had been seeking when you stumbled down the hallway, away from the party earlier. You turned to the next person in the circle, a taller guy with a thin build. He was draped in the same blanket as Leo, although slightly shivering, and the two were [[leaning against]] each other. “My name’s Marco, but everyone calls me Marz.” He was wearing a thick navy blue sweatshirt, and had the hood pulled over his head, but you could still see a mop of [[brown curls]] falling out into his face. To your right, a girl wearing a pink cowboy hat smiled “Howdy,” she tipped her hat at you, “the name’s Jannet”. She also had a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, but her cup was cowboy themed, depicting the wild west. There were a pair of cow print cowboy boots strewn near the bed a little way behind her. She seemed kind, but you could sense that she might get you into some crazy adventures if you ever befriend her later. “Hi!!” the last boy in the group exclaimed, he was sitting to your right, Marz to your left. “My name is Danny” He paused for a second, seemingly debating what to say next. “You can call me DJ if you want, but I'm also cool with Danny.” He was sitting next to Jannet, their hands clasped together in between the two. You could sense that he had what people would call a bubbly personality. He seemed nice. [[introduce yourself]] [[Ask what the party is for]] [[Ask how they all know each other]] [[Excuse yourself from the room and leave]] [[Ask for a cup of hot chocolate]]

The girl sitting across from you begins telling a story. As she begins her story, she looks directly at you, her eyes wide and alight with [[mischief]].

This passage hasn't been completed!! Uh Oh! [[back|You still don't know]]

You're nervous to ask your question, your voice hesitant and wavering as speak, eyes locked to the ground in front of you. //Why are you so nervous? What are you so afraid of?// You feel the circle shift, and hear shuffling about, still too afraid to look at what's happening around you. //They've been quiet for too long//. Suddenly, someone is tapping your knee... [[three quick little taps]]. When you look to your right, you are no longer next to Danny, but instead it's Willow. That same warm smile fills your vision, "It's okay if you don't remember." She takes your hand in hers, giving it a slight squeeze. "It's your birthday." //...oh.// What day is it? You think to yourself. There's no calendar in the room and your phone must've fallen out of your pocket downstairs. "We all got you a gift, but if you don't want to open it now, we understand." 3 more taps. They offer you a sense of self, grounding you to the present conversation. You realise that they have all stopped staring at you so intensly... maybe they noticed your discomfort with it. //What do they know about you? Why can't you remember anything// [[Open the gift]] [[Ask if they know why there are such large gaps in your memory]]

This path is under construction, turn around and try another! [[back|introduce themselves?]]

You open your mouth to introduce yourself to the group of familair faces, but the sound gets caught in your throat. //... What's my name?// You think to yourself, mind spinning, trying to find an answer in the silence. You shake your head, [[hoping that whatever fog you are in will clear]]. "I-" you begin and stop again. "My name is, uhm..." another pause. "Sorry." Your eyes frantically glance around the room, taking in everyone's faces, and your breathing picks up a little bit. //Who am I? Why am I here? How did I get here? Why are they watching me so closley? What do they expect from me?// Your hands start shaking. "Hey, woah, it's okay." Marz's voice cuts through the panic taking place in your mind. "It's okay if you don't remember... Your name is _________." //____... okay, that feels familiar?// You say the name outloud, and it feels right to say. "My name is ____". Your breathing starts to even out, and your hands aren't shaking as much as before. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you register that there is an arm draped around your shoulders. You look at Marz and he gives you a reassuring nod. Willow speaks next "How much do you remember?" //When did she get next to you?// "From tonight or about who we are... or anything really?" [[Uhm, I think today is Saturday... sorry, I know that is not very helpful]] [[I'm sorry, I don't remember how I know you all... You seem so familiar but so far away]] [[I know that I am at a party? I don't know what or who it's for... or why I'm here...]] [[I don't remember anything... not even about myself]] [[pov these pathways aren't done so if you get sent back to this screen press here|introduce themselves?]]

These three little taps flood your body with such a large sense of warmth and comfort, a memories flashes by in your mind. Images of a bright sun, warm spring weather, soft touches, a picnic blanket, bouncing curls, and a [[warm smile|Ask what the party is for]] dance across your vision.

“I’ll open it now,” you attempt a smile at the group, hoping that it doesn’t come off as a grimace. Your heart warms at the smiles returned. They all seem so happy that you asked to see the gift. Leo hands Marz his cup and wraps the blanket around his shoulders before standing up and leaving the room, presumably to grab the gift. While everyone waits for him, a calm energy settles in the room. You lean into Willow subconsciously, her hand still holding yours, and you watch the others in the group. Jannet and Danny are talking to each other quietly, and you can practically see the amount of love they hold for each other swimming around in their eyes. To your left, Marz’s eyes are focused on the mug of hot chocolate, watching the ripples in the cup. He has the blanket Leo gave him pulled snug around his shoulders, and his hood is no longer pulled over his head. Instead, his hair falls a little past his shoulders, pulled back into a half up half down hairstyle. When Leo walks back into the room, Marz looks up at him and you can see his facial expression soften, more than you thought possible. Leo rejoins the circle and sets down a box in front of you. The wrapping is pretty, and when the light from the room hits the paper, it sparkles. “Here you go!” He says, scooting the box a little bit closer to you. Willow gives your hand a squeeze, encouraging you to unwrap the gift. [[You feel overwhelmed... maybe it'll be better to step into the hallway and catch your breath|Overwhelmed-step into hallway]] [[Unwrap the gift]]

This path is under construction, turn around and try another! [[back|Ask what the party is for]]

[[not done not done not done not done not done|introduce yourself]]

//More like Marz was trying to [[melt|introduce themselves?]] into Leo//

The thought that he might have long hair flickered across your mind, followed by the image of Marz and Leo underneath a tree, a guitar strewn about on the blanket near them. <img src="Images/picnic.jpg" alt="picnic"/> //Were you there with [[them|introduce themselves?]]?//

[[//It has been like this all night//|introduce yourself]]

You pull the gift into your lap, careful not to rip the paper //just// yet. It feels a little heavy, and has the weight and shape of a decently sized book. //What could it be?// Unable to wait any longer, you gently start to tear away the sparkling wrapping paper, eager to see what lies below. Everyone is watching you open the gift, and Willow's hand now rests on your knee. //You're grateful for the touch.// As you tear away the last of the wrapping paper, you're delighted to see that you thought correctly. In your hands lies a scrapbook. It's not too big, but you can tell that it is definitely filled with countless memories. The cover and outside corners are slightly worn and the spine is creased. On the front of the book is a photo of everyone, Willow, Marz, Danny, Jannet, Leo, and //you//. Everyone is smiling, arms wrapped around each other with the sun shining brightly. Your vision blurs and there are water drops on the book in your lap... //when did you start crying?// "What's wrong?" Danny asks. He seems fearful of your response, afraid that maybe they messed up and that this gift isn't something that you ~~wanted~~ (//needed//). "Sorry, I'm sorry". You manage to stutter out between gasps. Your face is soaked in tears now and it seems that no matter how many times you rub your eyes, it just won't stop. "I just don't remember, i'm sorry." The group wraps you up in a hug, some of the muttering that you don't need to apologize, that it's not your fault. //i'm sorry// "We //know// you don't remember," Jannet whispers. "That's why we made this for you... we figured this way, you have a place you can always turn to if you need to remember a memory. They are all right here in this scrapbook." [[Go through the scrapbook]] [[Ask to leave the room|Overwhelmed-step into hallway]]

"Uh, could I step outside? I'm sorry, I feel a little overwhelmed." You asked. Various nods and a couple of quiet sure's rose from the group. Feeling nauseasus and cramped, you rose to your feet, reaching out a steadying hand on the nearest wall. Quickly, you left the room and stepped into the hallway, sinking down next to the door and pulling your knees up toward your [[chest]].

[img./images/_filename__] You flip through the scrapbook, and your vision is flooded with pictures upon pictures of different moments, or events that you supposedly were a part of. Some of the pages are filled with written explanations of memories, and notes that they all have left you, and at the very end is a small box. [[Read some of the memories]] [[What's in the box?]] [[Read the notes they left you]]

You don't know how long it has been since you stepped into the hallway, but your face is stained with tear tracks and your eyes are puffy from crying. Your hands are knees are still drawn to your chest and your head rests on top of them, your arms are wrapped around yourself, eyes squeezed shut, and your ears are buzzing. The noise of the party downstairs and the faint whispers of the group in the room have long since faded into the background, replaced with the never ending loop of thoughts swirling around in your mind. You're just trying to wish the world away... wish that everything could just be normal //just for once//. The door opens and you watch as Willow comes out and sits down next to you. You flinch back as she reaches out for your hand, immedeatley regretting it as a look of hurt flashes across her face. "m' sorry" you mumble. "shhh, don't apologize. I should've asked you first before trying to touch you, that's my bad. Not yours." She gives you a pointed look, trying to make sure you understand that it's //not// your fault. "How are you doing out here?" You can see her eyes bouncing around your face, likely taking in the tear tracks, red nose, and puffy eyes that you're sure are painted on to your face at the moment. "I could be better," you whispered. "Can you tell me anything?? I'm so sick of being surrounded by people who know so much about me when I don't even know my own fucking name." You could feel the sadness turning into resentment, bubbling up into your words and expression. "Yeah, I can." Willow began. "Where do I even start?" [[How did we meet?]] [[What do you know about me??]] [[Do you know my family?]]

"Well, we met about four years ago, when we were sophomores in college. Uhhh, let's see... I majored in Biology, and almost everyday I would go sit by this one tree on campus. It was a gorgeous tree with big leaves, and during the fall, the leaves would turn the most gorgeous shades of orange and yellow. I loved it. Anyways, like I was saying, I would go sit underneath this tree at a little picnic bench almost everyday and do work, eat lunch, you name it." While Willow told her story, she swayed back and forth, her eyes alight. "One fateful fall day, I went to sit at my silly little picnic bench and what do you know... it's taken by none other than yours truley." She smiled at you, "You were sitting on the bench, books strewn about, laptop open, with headphones around your neck. That was the very first time I met you, and that day we chatted for hours and hours and hours, about school, books, you name it. I've never in my life met someone and just clicked with them that fast... it was amazing." You scooted closer to Willow, and she offered to wrap her arms around you, smiling when you nodded your head yes. As you leaned into her side, she contintued the memory. "After that day, you started showing up to my picnic bench more and more often. You would talk to me about your classes and about your roomate, and pretty soon we started actually hanging out other places. I would go to your dorm, you would come to mine, we would hang out on the weekends and get lunch during the week. Eventually you met my friends and we all started hanging out together. That's how you met everyone in the room too." *write about how he gave her something that she has on her person righ tnow and is liekdo u reemebr* [[continue story somewhow]]

"Hmmm let's see... I know quite a lot!" Willow smiled and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, thinking about what to start with. "I know that your favorite color is purple, you hate hate hate the feeling of jello, you're really into animation and nerd out about it anytime we watch something that's animated. I know that when you were six, you fell over trying to ride a scooter and chipped your front tooth, I know that in college you would bake me and all of our friends little mini apple pies during the fall because according t you, 'fall is the only season that should ever exist'. I know that you love sitting outside, soaking up the sun, and that you maybe the nicest person that I have ever met. Do you want me to keep going?" You lean your head onto her shoulder and pause before responding. [[Yes, keep going]] [[Do you know what happened to my memory?]] [[I think I'm ready to go back inside]]

This path is under construction, turn around and try another! [[back|chest]]

You could feel Willow tense up at the question. Surely she knew you were going to ask eventually, but the sudden shift in her body language set you on edge. //Maybe you shouldn't have asked.// Before you could move back away from her, she relaxed and squeezed your shoulder. "Sorry," she hummed, "just didn't think you would ask so early that's all." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "About a year ago, you were driving somewhere very [[important...|car crash description]]

Sike, don't keep going because the path isn't finished O.O [[back|What do you know about me??]]

"Alrighty then," You feel three taps on your knee before Willow is standing up and reaching a hand out toward you. You gladly take her hand and stand up, your legs shaky from falling asleep. Before you let go and head into the room, you give Willow's hand a quick squeeze. "Thank you." You speak quietly, not wanting to disturb the quiet peace that has settled over the area. She gives you a smile in return before leading you back into the room where everyone is talking amongst themselves. They all look up expectantly when the door opens, and smile when they see you following behind Willow. You can't help but give them a soft smile in return. "Welcome back mate," Leo says, giving you a small wave. "Thanks, sorry to keep you all waiting... I think I'm ready to open the gift now." Jannet pats the ground next to her and offers you a blanket. Once you sit down, she leans into your shoulder and whispers that she's glad your feeling better. The gift is back in front of you. [[Unwrap the gift|unwrap after leaving to hallway]] [[Ask about how you met everyone]]

pov there is no path this way, turn around [[back|I think I'm ready to go back inside]]

You pull the gift into your lap, careful not to rip the paper //just// yet. It feels a little heavy, and has the weight and shape of a decently sized book. //What could it be?// Unable to wait any longer, you gently start to tear away the sparkling wrapping paper, eager to see what lies below. Everyone is watching you open the gift, and Willow's hand now rests on your knee. //You're grateful for the touch.// As you tear away the last of the wrapping paper, you're delighted to see that you thought correctly. In your hands lies a scrapbook. It's not too big, but you can tell that it is definitely filled with countless memories. The cover and outside corners are slightly worn and the spine is creased. On the front of the book is a photo of everyone, Willow, Marz, Danny, Jannet, Leo, and //you//. Everyone is smiling, arms wrapped around each other with the sun shining brightly. Your vision blurs and there are water drops on the book in your lap... //when did you start crying?// "What's wrong?" Danny asks. He seems fearful of your response, afraid that maybe they messed up and that this gift isn't something that you ~~wanted~~ (//needed//). "Sorry, I'm sorry". You manage to stutter out between gasps. Your face is soaked in tears once again tonight, and it seems that no matter how many times you rub your eyes, it just won't stop. "This seems so nice, but I just //can't//... I just can't remember. I'm sorry, you are all being so kind to me, and I want to be able to remeber you, I really do." Your scentence gets choked up at the end, you more tears stream down your face. The group wraps you up in a hug, some of the muttering that you don't need to apologize, that it's not your fault. //i'm sorry// "We //know// you don't remember," Jannet whispers. "That's why we made this for you... we figured this way, you have a place you can always turn to if you need to remember a memory. They are all right here in this scrapbook." [[Go through the scrapbook]] [[Ask to leave the room|Overwhelmed after opening gift]]

pov there is no path this way yet.. turn around plz [[back|unwrap after leaving to hallway]]

This path is under construction, turn around and try another! [[back|Go through the scrapbook]]

The box at the very end piques your interest, and inside lies a ring. You carefully pick it up, and examine in your hand. "What's this?" You ask the group. "That is your engagement ring," Willow tells you. //engagement?? You're engaged?????// "I'm engaged?" You ask, dumbfounded. The group chuckles and Willow leans her head on your shoulder. "Yes, you are engaged." Leo replies, still laughing to himself. "We'll explain, don't worry." Danny says as he flips to a different part of the scrapbook. "So, about two years ago, you got engaged! Honestly, all of us were so happy for you... we still are." Willow spoke up next, continuing the story. "On the way to your wedding, you were driving, Leo and Marz were in the backseat, and Danny was in the front. " Your hands started to shake as Willow continued the story... you knew where this was headed. "You were driving on a pretty curvy backroad that followed the path of a lake, and while it wasn't night time, that day was... //very// [[foggy|car crash description]].

This path is under construction, turn around and try another! <img src="Images/construct.gif" alt="underConstruction"/> [[back|Go through the scrapbook]]

"I'm actually so excited for today!" Leo exclaimed from the backseat. "How do you feel mate?? You're getting married... this is actually insane." Marz was and Leo were sitting in the backseat of the car, dressed head to toe in matching suits. "I know," you chuckled, "I couldn't be happier." You smiled to yourself, picturing them walking down the asile. "We only have a hour drive left.. I don't know why we picked such a far away venue." "It's cause it's //gorgeous//," Danny supplied from beside you. "You're basically getting married in a greenhouse man, Poison Ivy would be so jealous." You could hear Marz and Leo agree from the backseat. "I hope I can get married there one day." "I mean with the way things are going with you and Jannet, you might be able to" Marz said. "Wait, which way do I turn up here again?" You questioned as you were quickly approaching a 4 way stop. [[Turn right|roll down hill into lake (deer)]] [[Turn left|crash into wedding venue]] [[Keep straight|No car crash]]

"Keep straight bossman," Danny said, map stretched out in front of him. The four of you kept driving and chatting until you pulled into the venue's parking lot. *insert image of venue* The parking lot wasn't full yet, as you still had hours before the wedding actually began. [[this isn't done turn around|car crash description]]

"Uhh turn right bossman," Danny said, map stretched out in front of him. You all kept driving for a while, listiening to music, reminiscing, and having a good time. You wouldn't trade the memeories you have with the rest of the guys for anything in the world. Eventually, the road's narrowed down and you were no longer driving through the main city, instead the map you all were following led you down a more scenic route, next to a lake. <img src="Images/WindowLake.jpg" alt="lake"/> "This is beautiful," Marz whispered. Cannock Chase was playing from the radio softly, and Danny had long sense fallen asleep. A glance in the rearview mirror showed Marz's eyes sparkling at the sight of the sun setting above the glistening lake, while Leo's eyes sparkled at the sight of Marz himself. You couldn't wait until those two lovebirds got married in the future too. There was no doubt that you would be right by their side when the time came. *this passage isn't finished yet, the game ending is under construction" <<cacheaudio "cannockchase" "Audio/cannockchase.mp3">> <<audio "cannockchase" volume 0.25 loop fadein>>

"Turn left up here" Danny said, map stretched out in front of him. [[this isn't done turn around|car crash description]]

[[...|rest]] <<audio partysounds stop>>