(if: $condition is "begin")[Neither does Jim...
Or so it seems to Judy's brain... "Jim's mood is so strange. I wonder if I shouldn't make him another pot of coffee, he let his morning cup go cold."
She wobbles on her feet, "I sure feel strange today."]
On the livingroom couch Jim watches television. Behind him, Judy watches the back of his head. The laughter of a studio audience of some old gameshow has no affect on the very curious scowl on Jim's face.
Slowly approach and [[touch Jim]], ask [[is everything okay?]]
(if: $condition is "begin")[
Examine the [[coffee table]].
]
(if: $condition is "woozy")[
Judy's brain: "Wait... what had I meant to do in here? Oh that's right. Make Jim a hot pot of coffee in the [[kitchen]]...
]
Sandra rests a hand on Jim's shoulder. He turns his head just slightly, staring blankly out the window. She [[removes her hand...->The Livingroom]]
his attention returns to the television.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/W6trmWP.png" width="700" height= "400" alt="touch">
"Whatever have I done to make Jim unhappy?"
The bathroom is very tidy, Judy staggers in with a bit of a wobble. She holds the door for balance.
"I just don't feel myself today."
Examine the [[trashbin]], [[bathtub]], [[mirror]].
Jim absently lifts the remote control, turns up the volume on the banal daytime gameshow. The strange look in his face goes dark as Judy [[steps away->The Livingroom]]...
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/VPM3rLV.png" width="700" height="400" alt= "remote">
The kitchen is small. Barely room for her to get around the [[fridge]] to the [[sink]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/FhDqXo6.png" width="700" height="400" alt="hmm">
Next to the stale mug of coffee is a [[newspaper]] that catches Judy's eye.
Brain voice: "What has he been reading? What article put him in this strange mood. He's so distant and miserable. His eyes are bagged and frightening."
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/zcJkpTH.png" width="700" height="400" alt="table">
With a tremble in her hand, Sandra reaches for the newspaper on the coffee table.
His voice startles her. "No. I'm not finished with that."
Retreat to the [[bathroom]] or [[Jim's Office->LockedOffice]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/9LH8hvC.png" width="700" height="400" alt="eyes">
Judy faces her reflection. One eye is blotted out with a rich, dark purple. Blood trickles from her forehead over the bruised half of her face.
"Oh dear, that's right. He struck me today. No wonder I feel so woozy. He needs to clean the [[trashbin]] and [[bathtub]]."
(set: $condition to "woozy")
[[Confront Jim->The Livingroom]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/0CPntW7.png" width="700" height="400" alt="headwound">
A loaded condom has been thrown at the bin to slug down the plastic wall with a red smear and settle there fat and gross.
"What on earth? Who would put a bloody condom into our trashbin? Jim does have some strange friends..."
Hmm. Maybe I should [pick up the bloody condom.]<getCondom|
(set: $condomCheck to false)
(click: ?getCondom)[
Ew. Wait. That fat thing is flaking with dried blood, what a disgusting impulse.]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/7H4BsaL.png" width="700" height="400" alt="slug">
Inspect the [[bathtub]], [[mirror]].
Judy pulls back the bathtub courtain to find containers of strange chemicals, a hatchet, and a filthy pair of Jim's trousers soggy with bleach and partly dissolved.
Some kind of acid has eaten most of the fabric away, staining the tub red toward the drain.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/uuBco2A.png" width="700" height="400" alt="tub">
I don't understand. What is this stuff? ...should I [drink the bleach?]<getDrinkBleach|
(set: $DrinkBleachCheck to false)
(click: ?getDrinkBleach)[
No, I wouldn't want to get sick.]
Examine the [[trashbin]], [[mirror]].
(set: $condition to "begin")
[[Judy->The Livingroom]] doesn't feel so well.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/akmwHNI.png" width="700" height= "400" alt="sick">
Hmm. His office appears to be locked. How strange.
I wonder where his key might be? I'll check the [[bathroom]].
<img src="http://imgur.com/bOTPUcC.png" width="700" height="400" alt="door">
The contents of the fridge are in order. A carton of... cow lactate? Right? Yes... And what are these? grapes? No... too salty. Olives! That's right. Why is this so confusing?
A big plastic bottle of fizzy soda beverage with some sugar substitute for Jim's health concerns.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/KxqlDHa.png" width="700" height="400" alt="fridge">
And a hairy patch of scalp? That... no, [that doesn't belong.]<getScalp|(set: $ScalpCheck to false)
(click: ?getScalp)[
Judy takes the piece of scalp from the fridge and turns it over in her hand. It is rather small, but with long feminine hair.
"Oh goodness," she thinks with a sigh. "When will I stop being so suspicious of my husband? This is clearly MY scalp! And MY hair!"]
Peer into the [[sink]].
A plain old coil-top stove with a cast-iron pan and a kettle.
Pick up [[kettle->KitchenWithKettle]]
Pick up [[cast-iron pan->KitchenWithKettle]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/AjdS8ev.png" width="700" height="400">
Fleshy slop appears to be left to rot in the open. It almost looks human... but can't be. Nothing makes sense to Judy today. Is that not a child's pink snout burried in this mess?
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/WhyjCvj.png" width="700" height="400" alt="pigface">
I suppose pig snouts might look similar. Probably just a pig snout...[touch the slop]<getTouchSlop|
(set: $TouchSlopCheck to false)
(click: ?getTouchSlop)[Judy sinks her hand into the blended pile of meat. It's nice and moist and soothing. She prods her fingers into the drain with pleasure, inching toward the blades of the garburator. "Jim must have meant to pass this waste through the plumming. And children don't have snouts! Whatever was I thinking..."]
Look for the kettle in the [[fridge]], on the [[stove]].
The metal in Judy's hand is solid and heavy. "Whatever did I mean to do with this?" With her free hand she scratches an opening in her scalp. Her temple is sticky with blood.
Confused, she scans the kitchen, the [[fridge->fridge2]]. Where does this thing go?
Put down the [[heavy metal item->kitchen]]
Return to the [[living room->LivingroomWithKettle]]
Jim remains on the couch. He hasn't touched his coffee.
[[Offer]] Jim the heavy metal object.
[[Use->HitJim]] heavy metal object on Jim.
Return heavy metal object to the [[kitchen.->KitchenWithKettle]]
Return heavy metal object to [[Jim's office.->LockedOffice2]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/W6trmWP.png" width="700" height= "400" alt="touch">
Judy limps around the couch to find Jim observing her with strange, red-rimmed eyes. He looks almost hostile.
She raises the heavy metal in her trembling hand, "Jim... do you... enjoy coffee? Is it just MY coffee you won't drink?"
He blinks slowly, then turns back to the television. Leaving the question to [[hang in the air->LivingroomWithKettle]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/IAuCMGQ.png" width="700" height="400" alt="jim">
Judy raises the full weight of her curious item and swings it down into the side of Jim's head.
The bone of his skull crumples inward a bit and he bucks forward off the couch into the coffee table.
His empty coffee tumbles over the [[open newspaper]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/yeKcW2v.png" width="700" height="400" alt="smash">
Judy takes a key from his hand and notices something penned into his palm. She rolls it over to read it properly but his body twitches violently, brain fluid sputtering from the torn membrane beneath his fractured skull.
Before she can finish reading it, a bout of violent seizures jerk his arm away.
"That's very strange. Why would Jim change his password?"
Examine Jim's [[key]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/btdNAIC.png" width="700" height="400" alt="hand">
She shrugs. Daydreaming again.
Circles around and lifts Jim's hand off the newspaper. Unfolds the paper to find the article that caught Jim's attention.
Article: //The violent assailant known for wearing the face of a pig has struck again! Security footage just outside the Dunbar apartments shows a figure dragging Kimberly Johnson to a parked van where she was brutally--//
"Oh dear, this is right down the street! It could have been me!"
In Jim's hand appears to be a key.
Open Jim's [[hand]].
Make Jim [[coffee]].
Judy stands up tall, observes how Jim's newspaper is soggy with spilled, stale coffee.
"So much blood and coffee, blood and coffee, I'm beginning to mix them up! The sticky, metallic taste of coffee with the aromatic thin brown blood puddling on the newsprint."
"I feel a little woozy. [[What am I meant to do today?->open newspaper]]."
Oh dear. This must be the key to Jim's office.
Unlock Jim's [[office]].
Unlock the [[pig->his coffee]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/lyxG9po.png" width="700" height="400" alt="key">
The unlocked office is sparsely furnished with a desk, computer, baseball bat, gloves, crowbar, knife.
And another cup of stale coffee.
Activate [[computer]].
Visit Jim in the [[living room->livingroom2]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/uAXBtup.png" width="700" height="400" alt="compy">
JIM'S COMPY-386
//ONLY FOR JIM, NOT FOR JUDY//
ENTER PASSWORD:
"What is he hiding? His new password started with SUPER..."
Guess [[password]].
(set: $condition to "nopassword")
Jim is still slumped into his silly table looking rather silly. He has bled all over the newspaper.
"What a silly pair we make! Both of us with matching scalp wounds."
She circles around to examine her husband.
"What's the matter sleepy head? Do you need fresh coffee? My love? I suppose I should make you breakfast as well."
Make Jim [[coffee and breakfast]].
Return to [[office]].
Judy steps into the kitchen and approaches the stove.
"Something... is missing. The... kettle... or the frying pan. Wherever did I put it?"
Check [[sink->sinkNo]], [[fridge->fridgeno]].
[[Ask Jim->livingroom3]].
(if: $condition is "nopassword")[
Type [[SUPERJUDY->error]] into password prompt.
Type [[SUPER_BEAUTIFUL_WIFE->error]] into password prompt.
Type [[SUPER_BEAUTIFUL_JUDY->error]] into password prompt.
Type [[SUPERWIFE->error]] into password prompt.]
(if: $condition is "passworded")["Hmm... maybe it isn't super ME at all..."
Type [[SUPERKILLER111->error2]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER222->error3]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER333->error4]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER444->error5]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER555->error6]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER666->YES]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER777->error7]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER888->error8]]
Type [[SUPERKILLER999->error9]]
]
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
Leave [[office->livingroom2]]
Judy crosses the livingroom to find Jim slouched on the couch, his legs kicking randomly.
"Oh don't have a temper tantrum. I can't make you breakfast if you keep hiding things."
Drolling and twitching, Jim doesn't respond. His palm, however, is upright and Judy notices the markings on his hand.
NEW PASSWORD: SUPERKILLER---
The last bit is smeared with blood, but looks line a repeating numberal.
(set: $condition to "passworded")
Return to Jim's computer [[office->password]]
Fleshy pile of pig meat.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/WhyjCvj.png" width="700" height="400" alt="pigface">
[[No->coffee and breakfast]].
Cow lactate. My hairy scalp chunk.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/KxqlDHa.png" width="700" height="400" alt="fridge">
[[No->coffee and breakfast]].
PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Judy finds Jim's FACEBOOK open to the same article from the newspaper.
The body of Kimberly Johnson, age 23, was found today stuffed into the...
"Oh he WOULD be interested in a young 23 year old body wouldn't he?"
Somewhere in the livingroom Jim has staggered to his feet, stumbling blindly around the apartment.
Open [[message history]].
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
MESSAGE HISTORY:
All messages have been deleted.
Open [[settings]].
"Now why would he do that..."
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/4axXmhC.png" width="700" height="400" alt="angryEyes">
Change username, password.
Add/change signature.
View [[message history]].
Vew [[recently deleted messages]].
Somewhere in the kitchen Jim is stumbling about.
CHAT WITH Kimburgers.
[[Deleted TODAY at 2:00AM->mail]]
SUPERKILLER666: hi
KIMBURGERS: stop, i'm going to block you
SUPERKILLER666: no
KIMBURGERS: ew go away. you looked nothing like your profile picture. i found a new guy now byyye
SUPERKILLER666: stop it
KIMBURGERS: what? are you mental? you're disgustng.
SUPERKILLER666: u wr virgin
KIMBURGERS: what?? get a fucking life.
SUPERKILLER666: where ru
KIMBURGERS: none of your business, @ a movie w/ my man
SUPERKILLER666: wut movie
KIMBURGERS: fuck off!
SUPERKILLER666: wut movie
KIMBURGERS: PRTYBREAKERS 2 at the Esplanade, not like it's any of ur stupid/ugly/loser business. thx byyee!
[Click to type message]<gettext1|
(set: $text1Check to false)
(click: ?gettext1)[
SUPERKILLER666: Listen you little bitch demon, stay the hell away from my man! If I catch you chatting to Jim again I'll put on pigface and gut you like a slutty fish! DIEEEE!!!!1123
Click to [[send message.]]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/uVW6byN.png" width=700 height=400 alt="pigman">Behind Judy a strange man stumbles bleeding into Jim's office. He is Jim's size, but his face is obscured by the partially-garburated pig slop.
[["Who do you think you are! Jim! Jim there's a man in the apartment!"->weapons]]
Judy yanks the crowbar off the desk and swings it at the strange man. He slumps into her and pulls the weapon from her hand. Her legs buckle and the man falls to the ground on top her. [[No wait!]]
The pig slop face slips off onto Judy, disclosing the bludgeoned visage of Jim himself... Judy [[wipes slop out of her eyes]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/MwxDCSI.png" width="700" height="400" alt="pigSlopFalls">
Judy crosses the room for the baseball bat but the pigman is too quick, yanking her by the hair and forcing her to the ground. He crawls over her body and looks into her furious eyes. [[No wait!]]
The pig slop face slips off onto Judy, disclosing the bludgeoned visage of Jim himself. Judy [[wipes slop out of her eyes]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/MwxDCSI.png" width="700" height="400" alt="pigSlopFalls">
Judy takes the knife off Jim's table and plunges it into the pig-faced man's chest.
His arms grab at her by the shoulders and they topple to the ground. [[No wait!]]
The pig slop face slips off onto Judy, disclosing the bludgeoned visage of Jim himself. Judy [[wipes slop out of her eyes]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/MwxDCSI.png" width="700" height="400" alt="pigSlopFalls">
Judy grabs the gloves off the desk and works her hands into the leather openings, "I'm going to teach you a lesson!" The strange man knocks her to the ground and mounts her body. [[No wait!]]
The pig slop face slips off onto Judy, disclosing the bludgeoned visage of Jim himself. Judy frantically [[wipes slop out of her eyes]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/MwxDCSI.png" width="700" height="400" alt="pigSlopFalls">
"OH thank god! Jim! There was a man, he was about to violate me! You saved me Jim, you saved me!"
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/5jrok9B.png" width="700" height="400" alt="relief">
[[Jim is quiet.]]
Judy finds that Jim is completely erect. She easily tugs the band of his sweatpants up and over his engorged unit. It springs up eagerly. With one hand she grips the tight ball of his shorn and blood-flecked testicles.
Pull him close and [[kiss him passionately]], //finger his exposed brain//.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/3mcJBo6.png" width="700" height="400" alt="sex">
Judy swirls her tongue around Jim's overly-moist tongue, moaning with pleasure. Jim drools sloppily and thrusts an erection against her body.
Reach up and [[finger Jim's exposed brain.]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/pRt5osZ.png" height="400" alt="kiss">
Jim spasms with a fierce orgasm that grips his entire body, jerking spastically and vomitting into Judy's face. She tries to scream as he regains enough control to grip Judy by the throat and squeeze.
[[Judy gasps...]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/HHUfAKk.png" width="700" height="400" alt="angryface">
And the [[light]]...
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/mLL8AdT.png" width="700" height="400" alt="darkness">
[[...goes out....]]
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/oP8Qd5n.png" width="700" height="400" alt="darkness">
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
"Hmm... perhaps it isn't a random number and I should use my BRAINS to figure this out."
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
"Hmm... what number would JIM use?"
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
"This is frustrating."
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
"Whatever could it be!"
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
"Isn't 777 an important number for some reason?"
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
"I can't believe it's not 888!"
PASSWORD INCORRECT
[[Try again?->password]]
"Maybe it's 666..."
"Wait... has... this happened before? Oh no. Have I already read... this? What's... happening? What have I done? Is it me? Is it me in the pig face? I... I don't understand. Jim... Jim please help me I... I don't feel well."
[[Jim?->UHOH]]
<img src ="http://i.imgur.com/uezf3O0.png" width="700" height="400" alt="ohno">
One calm human eye peers out at Judy.
The strange man stumbles slowly into the room, blood drizzling from snout nostrils in his pig face. Judy scrambles.
"JIM!! Wake up! Jim save me!"
Pick up [[crowbar]].
Pick up [[baseball bat]].
Pick up [[knife]].
Pick up [[gloves]].
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/L8XJwHr.png" width="700" height="400" alt="jimface"> Bleeding and smeared with slop Jim absently drools into the gore between them. Judy is strangely aroused.
Reach for [[Jim's penis]], [[kiss him passionately]],// finger his exposed brain//.
For them both.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/ZQOrNE4.png" width="700" height="400" alt="darkness">
[THE END]<getEnder|
(set: $EnderCheck to false)
(click: ?getEnder)[Thanks for playing my first interactive story. Learning twine was a happy excuse to write and draw some real creepy stuff while my unsuspecting family had a play day.
@SexxyCraig
]
Whatever this metal thing is, it won't fit in the keyhole.
<img src="http://imgur.com/bOTPUcC.png" width="700" height="400" alt="door">
To the [[bathroom->bathroom2]], or the [[living room->LivingroomWithKettle]].
"You really are very terrible at making coffee, you know that? He doesn't drink it. It's like he doesn't like coffee at all, and would you even know if he didn't? I doubt it. Go on, [[ask him->LivingroomWithKettle]]. Ask him if he likes coffee. Ask him if it isn't YOUR coffee he hates, but ALL coffee. Let's see."
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/0CPntW7.png" width="700" height="400" alt="headwound">
"Hmm. I don't think I can make coffee with a frying pan. Not with this mess in the sink."
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/WhyjCvj.png" width="700" height="400" alt="pigface">
[Stick key into pig snout.]<getSnout|(set: $SnoutCheck to false)(click: ?getSnout)[ It fits too loosely.]
[Stick key into eye socket.]<getSocket|(set: $SocketCheck to false)(click: ?getSocket)[ Decay makes this easy but it doesn't feel right.]
Bring key to Jim's [[office]].
Pick up [[crowbar]].
Pick up [[baseball bat]].
Pick up [[knife]].
Pick up [[gloves]].
The contents of the fridge are in order. A carton of... cow lactate? Right? Yes... And what are these? grapes? No... too salty. Olives! That's right. Why is this so confusing?
A big plastic bottle of fizzy soda beverage with some sugar substitute for Jim's health concerns.
<img src="http://i.imgur.com/KxqlDHa.png" width="700" height="400" alt="fridge">
And a hairy patch of scalp? That... no, [that doesn't belong.]<getScalp|(set: $ScalpCheck to false)
(click: ?getScalp)[
Judy takes the piece of scalp from the fridge and turns it over in her hand. It is rather small, but with long feminine hair.
"Oh goodness," she thinks with a sigh. "When will I stop being so suspicious of my husband? This is clearly MY scalp! And MY hair!"]
Visit [[Jim->LivingroomWithKettle]].