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<h1 id = "startBlurb1">You've forgotten everything.<br/>
And what you don't remember could haunt you.</h1>
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<h2>You've finally woken up...</h2>
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<p>Your eyes can't quite open all the way. Sleep has glued them shut. When you can finally force yourself to open your eyes completely, the bright fluorescent light overhead is almost blinding. <i>Where am I?</i> </p>
<p>With a shock, you realize that you've somehow ended up in your bed. Your two roommates in your dorm triple are strangely absent. <br>
Groggily, you try to reconnect the dots of last night, but can only remember up to getting ready to go out with your group of friends.</p>
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<h3>That's strange. What do you do next?</h3>
<br>
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[[Get out of bed]]
[[Find my phone]]
[[Lay in bed a little longer]]
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<h2>You've attempt to get up...</h2>
<p>As soon as you sit up, your surroundings begin spinning around you. You haven't felt this bad since that one time...<br>
Your stomach does a flip, and you feel bile coming up.<br>
<i>Nope, nope, nope...</i><br>
Not today. You take a few deep breaths, fighting down the sudden wave of nausea. Once it seems safe, you climb down from your top bunk, sighing as your knee bangs a wooden rung. That's going to leave a bruise.</p>
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<p>It suddenly occurs to you that it's strange that your roommates are nowhere to be found. <i>Usually they wake up before me... And if they do, they usually turn off the light.</i><br>
Shaking this thought off, you head over to your desk and plop into your chair. You look around, noticing that something seems off in your little nook. </p>
<h3>What do you inspect?</h3>
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[[Trashcan]] [[Desk drawer]] [[Dresser]]
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<h2>You start looking for your phone...</h2>
<p>In typical college kid fashion, you decide that finding your phone is the next logical step. It's possible that your phone holds the answers to the night before. You begin to pat down the blankets and pillows around you. At this moment, you suddenly realize that your shirt is lying next to you instead of... well, on you.<br>
That's weird. Sure, maybe you've flopped into bed after a long night out in your clothes. Or maybe you made the effort to change into pajamas. But you've never fallen asleep half undressed.<br>
Shaking your head, you continue searching your bed. No luck here. You look over the side of your bed to the floor below. Nope.</p>
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[[Do you hear something?]]
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<h2>You decide to lay in bed a little bit longer...</h2>
<p>As you lay there, staring at the dented ceiling above you, you feel your eyelids begin to weigh down. At first, you try to fight the urge to fall back asleep. Eventually, you give in...</p>
<div class = "selections">
[[Time to sleep...]]
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<h2>You take a peek in your trashcan...</h2>
<p>There's a piece of gum, which was probably from when you were studying yesterday. There's an old flyer that was being passed out in front of the library, which of course you quickly scanned before relegating it to the trash. And there's a balled up tissue, which doesn't seem too out of place.<br>
All seems pretty normal.</p>
<h3> What next? </h3>
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[[Dig around in trashcan]]
[[Inspect desk drawer->Desk drawer]]
[[Inspect dresser->Dresser]]
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<h2>You open your desk drawer tentatively...</h2>
<p>The contents are disappointingly normal. There's nothing out of the ordinary. Pursing your lips, you shut it. Suddenly you hear something.</p>
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<p>Something that sounds suspiciously like your phone vibrating. You glance around wildly, finally spotting your phone on your roommates bed. That's weird.</p>
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<p><i>It must have fallen from my top bunk...</i><br>
You quickly snatch up your phone, and realize that you just got a text from Mike. But it looks like it wasn't only him... You realize you have many texts and Twitter DMs.</p>
<h3>What do you click on first?</h3>
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[[Texts]] [[Twitter]] </div>
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<h2>You get up to inspect your dresser...</h2>
<p>After about a minute of mentally preparing yourself, you get out of your chair. Your legs shake bit, but you eventually make your way to your dresser across the room.</p>
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<p>You glance around. Other than the typical toiletries and clothing strewn around in and on your dresser, there's nothing really out of the ordinary. You have, however, spotted your shotglass. It looks used, and you briefly remember pre-gaming with your roommates last night.</p>
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<p>You pick up the shotglass and gag a bit as the smell of some sort of flavored vodka wafts up to your nose. You bring it back to your desk. <i>Maybe if I keep that next to me, I'll be motivated to clean that up sooner.</i><br>
You sigh and spot your water bottle lying under your roommate's bed. You grab it and take a long swig, feeling the lukewarm liquid trickle down through your dehydrated body.<br>
<i>Jeez, how much did I drink last night?</i><br>
Uncomfortably, you think back to drinking in the room with your roommates. Oddly enough, you can't remember how many shots you'd had before going out to the party. <i>Wait... what party did I even go to?</i></p>
<h3>Nothing is adding up. But what should I try to find out first?<h3>
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[[How much did I drink??]] [[Where did I go?]]
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<h2>You dig around in the trashcan...</h2>
<p>There's a gross used tissue... Some pencil shavings... And nothing really out of the ordinary. The only thing that seems slightly out of place is receipt from Blaze pizza. While you always keep your receipts, you shrug because it was likely dumped in there by your roommate Katie.<br>
Curious about what she could have possibly gotten, you fish the receipt out and peer carefully at it.<br>
You're taken aback when read it. It's actually the receipt of someone named Jordan. Try as hard as you might, but you can't quite put a face to that name.<br>
<i>How'd it end up in my trashcan?</i><br>
Shaking your head, you throw it back in.</p>
<h3>You're not too bothered by that... or are you?</h3>
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[[That's weird!]]
[[Nah, I think I'll look in my desk drawer->Desk drawer]]
[[Nah, I think I'll look through my dresser->Dresser]]
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<h2>You attempt to go back to sleep...</h3>
<p>As soon as you begin to drift off to sleep, someone begins to knock insistently on your door. Groaning, you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that they give up and leave.</p>
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<p>They don't. <br>
In fact, they begin to bang on the door. You hear them saying something, and maybe your name too, but the knocking overpowers the voice.<br>
You reluctantly open your eyes and stare at the ceiling for a moment. Finally, you shout, "Just a minute!"<br>
The knocking stops, and you hear shuffling outside your door.</p>
<h3>Guess you're getting up...</h3>
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[[Reluctantly get up]]
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<h2>Suddenly, you hear a muffled noise...</h2>
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<p>Something that sounds an awful lot like a phone vibrating. Repeatedly. Groaning, you attempt to peek through the crack between the wall and your bed to the bottom bunk below. You catch a glimpse of a light.<br>
Your phone must have fallen into the bottom bunk.</p>
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<h3>Which means you'll have to climb down...</h3>
[[Sigh and climb down]]
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<h2>You decide to find out how much you'd had to drink...</h2>
<p>If anyone knew, it'd be Liz or Katie, your roommates. Not only did you remember pre-gaming in the room with them, you knew that Liz had an uncanny ability to remember everything regardless of her level of intoxication. Katie, ever the responsible one, also always made sure to not drink too much so she could keep an eye on you and Liz.</p>
<h3>So the next step is... to find your phone</h3>
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[[Find my phone -> Find my phone2]]
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<h2>Where did you go last night?</h2>
<p>Good question. Luckily, you do actually remember the people that you were with. <br>
<i>Liz... Katie... and Mike. Well, maybe Mike.<br>
You rattle of the names of your roommates and guy friend, whom you vaguely remember seeing the night before. <br>
<i>These three people are my best shot at piecing together the night.</i><br>
Knowing this, you realize that the best way to get into contact with them is through your phone.
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<h2>You climb down...</h2>
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<p>Top bunk is always a hassle. Wincing, you realize that it's more difficult now... Maybe because of the bruises are your arms?<br>
<i>Must have been a rough night...</i><br>
You shake your head as you finally reach the ground. As you move to your roommate's bed to grab your fallen phone, you notice that your water bottle has somehow found its way under her bed. You hesitate.</p>
<h3> What's more important?</h3>
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[[Helping this hangover!]] [[My phone, obviously]]
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<h2>Your pounding head is more important..</h2>
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<p>You bend down to pick up your water bottle. You wince as the blood quickly rushes to your head from the small movement. Luckily, you grab that sucker before getting too lightheaded.<br>
You slowly get back up, water bottle in hand. Greedily, you uncap the lid, practically inhaling the lukewarm water.<br>
Suddenly, someone knocks on your door. Insistantly.</p>
<h3>Do I care who's at the door?</h3>
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[[No, leave me alone]]
[[I guess...]]
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<h2>Your phone holds the answers...</h2>
<p>You walk over, grab your phone, and turn it on. Somehow, it's still at 85%. You wonder if someone had been kind enough to charge it during the night before.<br>
Shrugging, you type in your password to your phone. When it unlocks, it shows a bunch of unread messages and Twitter DMs.</p>
<h3>Well, what's more important?</h3>
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[[Texts]]
[[Twitter]]
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<h2>You're not in the mood to talk to anyone...</h3>
<p>"Leave me alone!" you yell hoarsely, flopping into your chair at your desk. The knocking pauses, and you take a smaller sip of water.<br>
After a brief moment, the knocking starts up again, this time with a familiar male voice shouting. Unfortunately, his words are drowned out by his knocking. Your brow furrows as you attempt to put a face to the voice.<br>
<i>Hmm... Mike? Maybe?</i><br>
You're not entirely sure, but you take a chance.<br>
"Mike, leave me alone!"<br>
The knocking finally stops. You hear the knocker grumble a bit to himself before shuffling away.<br>
<i>Yeah, that was Mike.</i><br>
Who else would have the audacity to pound at your door? Your best guy friend was a bit of a doofus, but he usually never attacked your door like that.</p>
<h2>What was up with that?</h2>
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[[Maybe my phone has answers...->My phone, obviously]]
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<h2>You can't really ignore the aggressive knocking...</h3>
<p>As you head over to the door, you walk into a black heel, that you quickly realize to be yours. Confused, you pick them up.</p>
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<p>Then you realize that you don't actually have a shirt on. Your brow furrows, as you contemplate the fact that it took you this long to realize it.<br>
<i>So... I fell asleep shirtless?</i><br>
That had never happened before. You hurriedly pick up your leather jacket, which apparently had also been thrown on the floor, and slip it on. Self-consciously, you wrap it tigheter around you and cross your arms before opening the door...
<h3>Who's at the door?</h3>
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[[Open the door]]
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<h2>You sit up...</h3>
<p>Immediately, you regret the decision. The room begins to violently spin around you. With difficulty, you suppress the urge to vomit. <br>
<i>Jeez, I haven't been this hungover in a while...</i>
<p>Taking a deep breath, you suddenly realize that you're not wearing a shirt. Weird. You never really sleep without a shirt on.<br>
Self-consciously, you glance around, searching for your shirt from last night. You quickly notice your shirt draped over the railing of your top bunk, and grab it before it has the chance to fall overboard.<br>
You throw it on, gagging a bit from the strong scent of alcohol wafting up from it.<br>
The person at the door, begins knocking again.<br>
<h3>"I'm coming!" you yell.</h3>
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[[Climb down]]
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<h2>You begin to climb down...</h3>
<p>And realize immediately that it's not an easy task. Your mysteriously bruised arms shake a bit as you climb.</p>
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<p>When you finally get down, you glance around and note that your phone has somehow fallen into your roommate's bottom bunk. You grab it, then rush to the door and open it...</p>
<h2>Who's there?</h2>
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[[Open the door]]
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<h2>You open the door...</h2>
<p>You tentatively open the door to find your friend Mike standing sheepishly outside, his hand raised to knock again.<br>
"Can I help you?" you croak out.
"Shit, you look rough man. Have you looked in a mirror lately?" He pushes past you, into your room. Which is not uncommon for him. He may be your best guy friend, but he is somewhat lacking in manners.<br>
Mike glances around your room.<br>
"Dude, your room's a mess."<br>
"You're a mess," you shoot back grumpily.<br>
He looks at you carefully.<br>
"So... you have a good time last night?"<br>
You stare at Mike, puzzled.<br>
"You know, I wish I could tell you."<br>
He chuckles. "You don't really need to tell me. Jordan kind of told me more than I need to know."<br>
"Wait, who's Jordan?"<br>
Mike flops into your chair. "Maybe you should check your texts. Liz told me you were pretty... enthusiastic."</p>
<h3>So... who <i>is</i> Jordan?</h3>
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[["Just tell me!"]]
[[Check my texts]]
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<h2>Your texts are more immediate...</h2>
<p>Tapping the text message icon on your phone shows that Liz, Katie, and Mike had all texted you multiple times over the course of the night. You click on the conversation with Katie.</p>
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<p>Confused, you go back and tap on the conversation with Mike.</p>
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<p>The messages are more cryptic than anything. Finally, you open the conversation with Liz. </p>
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<p>With a sinking feeling, you realize you can't even remember who the mystery man in the picture was. It seems that the only people who might have an inkling of his identity are Mike and Liz.</p>
<h3>Who is he?? Who do you contact?</h3>
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[[Text Liz]] [[Text Mike]] [[Maybe I'll check Twitter first->Twitter]]</div>
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<h2>You decide to check Twitter...</h2>
<p>Knowing that your friends are a little too addicted to Twitter, you decide to tap on the Twitter icon on your phone. You groan, realizing that somehow, you'd logged out of Twitter.<br>
You attempt to log in a few times. Unfortunately, you don't really use Twitter much, so after a few password attempts, you give up. Instead, you resolve to check your friends' Twitter pages on a browser window.<br>
Hell, why not even your own?</p>
<a href="https://twitter.com/this_is_liz_mac" target="_blank">Explore Liz's Twitter</a>
<a href="https://twitter.com/queenKatieRens" target="_blank">Explore Katie's Twitter</a>
<a href="https://twitter.com/hebertm95" target="_blank">Explore Mike's Twitter</a>
<a href="https://twitter.com/alex_verdine" target="_blank">Explore Your Twitter</a>
<p>After thoroughly examining your friends' (and your own) Twitters, you pause to process the information.<br>
<i>Clearly, Mike knows this Jordan guy that apparently I went home with...</i><br>
But the name doesn't jog a memory. You feel that there's something bigger; something that maybe you wouldn't like to remember.<br>
Pushing that thought aside, you resolve to take further action to piece together the night.</p>
<h3>What next?</h3>
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[[Check my texts->Texts]] [[Text Mike]] [[Text Liz]] [[Text Katie]]
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<h2>You frantically text Liz...</h2>
<p>Hopefully she has the answers. The mom of the group, Liz always looks after you, Katie, and Mike. She would never let anything bad happen to you or your friends.<br>
You wait for a response... And finally get one after a few moments</p>
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<h3>Dismayed, you decide to text Mike.</h3>
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[[Text Mike]]
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<h2>You decide to text Mike...</h2>
<p>Mike is a certifiable mess, but he's one of your closest friends and would never steer you wrong.<br>
And you know that he has the answer you're looking for<br>
You send off a text to Mike, hoping he doesn't respond 5 hours later. Surprisingly, he replies almost immediately.</p>
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<p>You re-read Mike's texts, feeling a knot begin to grow in your stomach. You suspect you know what had happened... But you know you have to text this guy to really confirm it.<br>
Uncomfortably, you realize that discomfort in your abdomen might be partly due to your incredibly full bladder.<br>
<i>Honestly, I'm surprised I last this long without going to the bathroom.</i><br>
<h3>You shake your head, and rush out the door to the restroom down the hall.</h3>
[[Out the door and to the bathroom!]]
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<h2>You roll your eyes...</h2>
<p>"Just tell me already," you retort.<br>
Mike just looks at you, amused.<br>
"Well... I can tell you that you went to Blaze Pizza together. He even bought you whole pie."<br>
"Uh-huh." You're more than a little impatient now.<br>
Mike winks at you.<br>
"Yeah... then apparently you took him back here and had your way with him."<br>
You stare at him, your face beginning to burn bright red.<br>
"You're lying."<br>
"Hey," Mike said as he got up, hands raised in defeat. "I'd never lie. He told me a bit too much about it too."<br>
You cover your face with your hands. <br>
"Are you sure?"<br>
He glares at you. "Look, I wish I'd never heard it. Heard it was a bit... wild. Which explains your arms."<br>
You look down and realize that your arms are covered in muddy read bruises. You grimace.<br>
"Anyway..." Mike glances down at his watch. "I'd love to chat more, but I need to study for my exam in two hours."<br>
"You can't just drop a bomb like that and leave!"<br>
He looks at you, bewildered. "Maybe you should talk to Jordan yourself... I'll text you his number."<br>
You bite your lip.<br>
"Yeah?"<br>
"Yeah... See ya man." And with that, Mike bolts out the door.<br>
At that moment, you realize that discomfort in your abdomen might be partly due to your incredibly full bladder.<br>
<i>Honestly, I'm surprised I last this long without going to the bathroom.</i><br>
<h3>You shake your head, and rush out the door to the restroom down the hall.</h3>
[[Out the door and to the bathroom!]]
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<h2>Your check your texts...</h2>
<p>Tapping the text message icon on your phone shows that Liz, Katie, and Mike had all texted you multiple times over the course of the night. You click on the conversation with Katie.</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Katie%20texts_zpszfpmazyp.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Katie's texts" class = "images"/>
<p>Confused, you go back and tap on the conversation with Mike.</p><img src = "http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Mike%20texts_zpstemcehxg.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Mike's texts" class = "images"/><p>The messages are more cryptic than anything. Finally, you open the conversation with Liz. </p><img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Liz%20texts_zpsjg8959cj.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Liz's texts" class = "images"/><p>When you finish reading all the texts, you look up at Mike.<br>
"So who's the mystery man?"<br>
Mike chuckles. "He's my bro, Jordan. Don't worry, he took good care of you apparently... Then you passed out."<br>
You stare blankly at Mike.<br>
"I'm sorry, what?"<br>
Mike pulls out his phone and takes a quick glance before getting up.<br>"Look, I'd love to talk, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I gotta get studying for my final in like 2 hours though."<br>"You can't just drop a bomb like that and leave!"<br>Mike flashes you a hurt look. "Don't you care about my poor GPA? Anyway I'll text you his number. Ask him about it yourself."<br>
And with that, Mike dashes out the door.<br>
Uncomfortably, you realize that discomfort in your abdomen might be partly due to your incredibly full bladder.<br>
<i>Honestly, I'm surprised I last this long without going to the bathroom.</i><br>
<h3>You shake your head, and rush out the door to the restroom down the hall.</h3>
[[Out the door and to the bathroom!]]
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<h2>You text Katie...</h2>
<p>Katie's impeccable memory may be your best shot at this. You know that no matter how many drinks Katie's had, she'll always remember what you (or anyone) had done.<br>
You tap in your message and send it off, praying that Katie will answer quickly.<br>
And yes, in typical Katie fashion, she responds with a flurry of texts.</p>
<img src = "http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Katie%20texts2_zpswfviwxco.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Katie texts back" class = "images"/>
<p>You bite your lip, wondering what had happened with this guy. Surely nothing bad.<br>
You could let this go, but you need to know.</p>
<h3>Who do you text next?</h3>
<div class = "selections">
[[Text Mike]]
[[Text Liz]]
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<h2>You decide to find your phone...</h2>
<p>You glance around wildly, finally spotting your phone on your roommates bed. That's weird.</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Cell%20phone%20on%20bed_zpsx5ap0wle.jpg" alt = "Phone on Bottom Bunk" border = "0" class = "images"/>
<p><i>It must have fallen from my top bunk...</i><br>
You quickly snatch up your phone, and realize that you just got a text from Mike. But it looks like it wasn't only him... You realize you have many texts and Twitter DMs.</p>
<h3>Well, what's more important?</h3>
<div class = "selections">
[[Texts]]
[[Twitter]]
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<h2>You know something's up...</h2>
<p>How did this Jordan fellow get in your room anyway? You decide that the best course of action is to find your phone, then text your roommates.<br>
If anyone knew what was going on, it'd be Katie or Liz.<br>
You glance around wildly, finally spotting your phone on your roommates bed. That's weird.</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Cell%20phone%20on%20bed_zpsx5ap0wle.jpg" alt = "Phone on Bottom Bunk" border = "0" class = "images"/>
<p><i>It must have fallen from my top bunk...</i><br>
You quickly snatch up your phone, and realize that you just got a text from your friend Mike. But it looks like it wasn't only him... You realize you have many texts and Twitter DMs, putting this Jordan fellow out of your mind.</p>
<h3>So what now?</h3>
<div class = "selections">
[[Read Texts->Texts2]]
[[Twitter has the answers!->Twitter]]
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<h2>Your texts are more immediate...</h2>
<p>Tapping the text message icon on your phone shows that Liz, Katie, and Mike had all texted you multiple times over the course of the night. You click on the conversation with Katie.</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Katie%20texts_zpszfpmazyp.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Katie's texts" class = "images"/>
<p>Confused, you go back and tap on the conversation with Mike.</p>
<img src = "http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Mike%20texts_zpstemcehxg.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Mike's texts" class = "images"/>
<p>The messages are more cryptic than anything. Finally, you open the conversation with Liz. </p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Liz%20texts_zpsjg8959cj.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Liz's texts" class = "images"/>
<p>With a sinking feeling, you wonder if the mystery man in the picture is Jordan. It seems that your three closest friends are the best to consult.</p>
<h3>Who is he?? Who do you contact?</h3>
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[[Text Liz]] [[Text Mike]] [[Text Katie]] [[Maybe I'll check Twitter first->Twitter]]</div>
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<h2>You make a beeline for the restroom...</h2>
<p>Stepping foot in the hallway brings a suppressed memory crashing back to the surface.</p>
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<p>Heart pounding, you rush to the bathroom and run into a stall. But as you do your business in the stall, you notice a bit of blood on the inside of your underwear.<br>
You swallow, grimacing as you finish up in the bathroom and head back to your room.</p>
<h3>This Jordan guy has a bit to explain...</h3>
<div class = "selections">
[[Text Jordan]]
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<h2>You know Jordan has the answers...</h2>
<p>When you return to your room, you sit down and take a deep breath. You know it's just a text... but you also know that whatever answer you receive may not be what you want to hear.<br>
Finally, you text him.</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Jordan%20texts_zps0cmlvuv8.jpg" border = "0" alt = "Jordan texts back"/>
<p>Your mouth goes dry, as you struggle to figure out an appropriate response. You can't remember anything about last night, and yet... Jordan seems fine.<br>
Even happy.</p>
<h3>Do you respond?</h3>
<div class = "selections">
[[Yes, I guess so]]
[[No, text Liz]]
[[No, text Mike]]
[[No, text Katie]]
[[No, I guess not]]
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<h2>You hesistate before texting back...</h2>
<p>In fact, you try to make light of it.</p>
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<p>Surprisingly, he is very straightforward and even kind about it. It doesn't seem like anything is wrong at all.<br>
You let out a heavy breath, pushing aside gnawing in your stomach.<br>
It was never really the plan.<br>
But blood could be washed away.<br>
And anyway, you were sure you'd heard your friends talking about this sort of thing happening to them before.</p>
<h2>Completely <br>
normal</h2>
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<h2>You need to know more about this guy and text Liz...</h2>
<p>Liz is probably the best gauge of character that you know. Maybe it was her science-y chemical-major mind paired with her almost diplomatic social skills.<br>
If anyone would be able to confirm Jordan's honestly, it'd be her. So you text her...</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Liz%20texts3_zpsxqpqn7sd.jpg" border="0" alt="Liz texts back"/>
<p>Reassured by Liz's text, you chuckle a bit when she mentions Mike. In fact, it doesn't seem like anything is wrong at all.<br>
You let out a heavy breath, pushing aside gnawing in your stomach.<br>
It was never really the plan.<br>
But blood could be washed away.<br>
And anyway, you were sure you'd heard your friends talking about this sort of thing happening to them before.</p>
<h2>Completely <br>
normal</h2>
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<h2>You need the cold hard truth and text Mike...</h2>
<p>Mike and Jordan are fraternity brothers. If Jordan would talk to anyone about it, and be disturbingly detailed about it, it'd be with Mike.<br>
You text Mike...</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Mike%20texts3_zpsmuiywcia.jpg" border="0" alt="Mike texts back about Jordan"/>
<p>Shaking your head a bit, you chuckle as you wonder how many details Jordan gave Mike. But it doesn't seem like anything is wrong at all.<br>
You let out a heavy breath, pushing aside gnawing in your stomach.<br>
It was never really the plan.<br>
But blood could be washed away.<br>
And anyway, you were sure you'd heard your friends talking about this sort of thing happening to them before.</p>
<h2>Completely <br>
normal</h2>
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<h2>You need perspective and text Katie...</h2>
<p>You know that Katie has a very thoughtful outlook on things. She's more outgoing than you and goes out a lot more. If anyone would know if this was normal or not, it'd be her.<br>
So you text her, approaching the topic tentatively...</p>
<img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt18/lchan124/Katie%20texts3_zps20cxqzk3.jpg" border="0" alt="You text Katie"/>
<p>Surprisingly, her mention of ice cream brightens your mood. She's right... It doesn't seem like anything is wrong at all.<br>
You let out a heavy breath, pushing aside gnawing in your stomach.<br>
It was never really the plan.<br>
But blood could be washed away.<br>
And anyway, you were sure you'd heard your friends talking about this sort of thing happening to them before.</p>
<h2>Completely <br>
normal</h2>
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<h2>You close your eyes and just process everything...</h2>
<p>Sure, you could only remember bits and pieces of last night. You'd been so drunk... Truthfully you were surprised you weren't even more hungover. But it didn't seem like anything is wrong at all.<br>
You let out a heavy breath, pushing aside gnawing in your stomach.<br>
It was never really the plan.<br>
But blood could be washed away.<br>
And anyway, you were sure you'd heard your friends talking about this sort of thing happening to them before.</p>
<h2>Completely <br>
normal</h2>
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