March 2011
1 post
textadventures:
> take ladder
You trod to the other end of the room and examine the ladder. It’s about three times as tall as you are. It’s not a stepladder, either. Just a simple, old, wooden ladder. You try to pick it up, to no avail. That thing is heavy.
You contemplate climbing the ladder, because you seem to be out of options on this floor.
>_
Climb it, all the way, ignore your...
February 2011
3 posts
thisorigamidream2:
I was listening to Math the Band in the car in Orlando, and my dad asked me if I was high on coke.
You should have said yes
