"The goal of the Hero of the Spork is to delay death for as long as possible, because that bitch is gonna die sooner or later."
Sporkulous Forkspoon, 3rd Prophecy
An Interactive Fiction by David Hughes
Release 1 / Serial number 080111 / Inform 7 build 5J39 (I6/v6.31 lib 6/11N)
It's midnight. There's blood everywhere because, hot diggety ding-dong damn, you just murdered someone with a plastic spork for trying to destroy the Universe. I mean, congratulations and all, but seriously, that's just...weird, man.The corpse of the man you most royally ensporked for trying to destroy the Universe with only his pinkie finger (he can do that, you know) is lying in front of you on the floor of the derelict, teal, horrible-smelling men's room. There's an entrance to the hallway of the abandoned community center that you're in to the South.
The murder weapon, the spork, is clutched in your trembling fist. Despite how much ass you kicked, you are slightly disturbed. You drop the spork on the floor of the bloody bathroom with a wet click in your disbelief as to how much ass you truly kicked.
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