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Post by daime on Jul 21, 2012 23:16:57 GMT -5
Stand Perfectly Still {Spoiler}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 13:45:25 GMT -5
Vote's 2-1, anyone else?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 13:50:57 GMT -5
I'll finish it off and Fight Back
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 22, 2012 16:19:20 GMT -5
I do not like where this is going.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 16:21:05 GMT -5
I do not like where this is going. Me Neither....I actually remember owning this book as a kid....
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Post by lodirulz on Jul 22, 2012 16:33:36 GMT -5
"Jake!" The door slides up. The conveyer belt starts moving forward. You're so startled, you lose your balance. SPLAT! You fall flat on your face. You're on the belt! "Liz!" you cry in terror. "Get me off this thing!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 16:36:44 GMT -5
You pound on the glass, fighting to escape. A sudden rush of steam whooshes in through a hose in the top of the tube. You can't breathe! Sweat drips down your forehead. Your fingernails scrape across the glass as you claw at the door. The steam is getting thicker and there's no way out! "I'm suffocating!" You choke out the words. "Let me out!" You beat the glass with your fists, but your hands are limp and useless. The steam has softened them too much. You're shriveling like a prune. This steaming process is shrinking you. You're the size of a Barbie doll! "Help!" you cry. Even your voice is smaller now. The two men in doctor's masks can't hear you. They glance at your test tube and shake their heads. "Another goner!" says one man, matter-of-factly. "I guess this one couldn't take the heat. You feel a little sick. A little tired. A little little. When they open the door you're just a speck on the bottom of the test tube. The good news is, your steaming is finished. The bad news is, so are you. The End So, what should we do, give this book another run, or move on to one of the others?
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 22, 2012 16:41:00 GMT -5
Let's give it another try. EDIT:
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 16:41:33 GMT -5
Another Go And this time people, Lets Get Some Help
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Post by TOO SWEET on Jul 22, 2012 18:23:30 GMT -5
Another chance. Also, lets try to not die this time.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 20:12:25 GMT -5
Alright then, back to this choice from the first few pages -
If you go in after Jake, turn to PAGE 30. If you decide to get help first, go to PAGE 111. But HURRY!
Which we doing this time?
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Post by Big Bad Brad on Jul 22, 2012 20:16:30 GMT -5
Get Help first
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 20:51:42 GMT -5
Help!
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Post by TOO SWEET on Jul 22, 2012 20:52:48 GMT -5
Get Help
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 21:32:41 GMT -5
You're beginning to believe Jake's screams really aren't a joke. Still, you don't want to go through the pitch-dark doorway that yawns in front of you. "We'd better ask someone for help," you suggest.
You look around the lobby. "There's no one here except that weird ticket lady," Liz whispers. "She looks like a fortune-teller in that purple turban. She gives me the creeps."
"Well, creepy or not, she's the only one here," you point out. You approach the ticket window. The ticket lady issitting with her back to you. "Excuse me," you say.
The ticket lady doesn't speak or move.
"Excuse me," you say a little louder. "We think our friend is in trouble. Can you help us?"
Still no answer.
"Why won't you answer?" Liz yells. "What's wrong with you?"
"Maybe she's deaf," you whisper. You reach into the booth to tap the ticket lady on the arm.
Her arm is cold and hard. You gasp. "She's not real! She's only a wax figure! What's going on here?"
An awful gurgling cry from the doorway behind you makes you both shudder. Jake! There's no time to figure out why the ticket lady is made of wax. Your friend needs your help!
"We'll have to go outside and find the bus driver," you tell Liz. "Come on!"
You step outside the lobby and look for Sal, the bus driver. But he's nowhere in sight. In fact, there isn't a single living soul anywhere around you. What are you going to do?
At that moment a long black limousine pulls up next to you. The windows are tinted dark blue. You can't see inside until the passenger-side window slowly glides down.
A uniformed driver leans across the seat. His hat throws a deep shadow that hides his face. But his voice is friendly as he says, "I'm Axel. May I be of some assistance?"
"Help!" Liz cries. "Our friend is trapped in the museum and we can't find anyone to help us rescue him!"
"Calm down," Axel says. "There's a phone in the backseat. Get in! You can call for help."
The limo's back door opens. You spot the phone. But that's not all you see. This car is equipped with the works! There's a television, a refrigerator filled with sodas and snacks, a CD player, and every CD anyone could want.
"Wow! This car is loaded!" you declare.
The driver laughs. "That's right. Hop in and help yourselves to a soda! Put on some music!"
Your parents always told you never to get into a stranger's car. On the other hand, you do need to call for help -- and a cold soda sure would taste good!
What should you do?
If you decide to get into the limo, go to PAGE 118. If you decide you'd better not, go to PAGE 135.
How does a doorway yawn? Also, the receptionist's arm being cold and hard and them being unresponsive - wax museum or not, my first instinct'd probably be, "Dead," not, "Wax."
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Post by Big Bad Brad on Jul 22, 2012 21:42:17 GMT -5
I have a bad feeling about the Limo I say don't go in the limo.
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Post by daime on Jul 23, 2012 1:00:25 GMT -5
Don't go in.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2012 1:02:20 GMT -5
Get in
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Post by Waffel113 on Jul 23, 2012 13:53:45 GMT -5
Don't get in the limo! He's probably some undead wax child abductor!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2012 15:15:19 GMT -5
"I can't get in this car!"you say reluctantly. "I'd get in big trouble with my parents." "What?" Liz eplodes. "Jake's in danger and all you can think about is what your parents will say? You wimp! Fine, stay there. I'm getting into the limo." She climbs into the long black car. You stand on the pavement, feeling like an idiot. Then you hear her give a cry of surprise. "Jake!" Huh? You bend down and peer into the car's interior. Sure enough, there's Jake, lounging on the buttery leather seat with his red sneakers propped on an embroidered footrest. He raises his soda can to you. "See you later, sucker," he calls. "Wait! How did you get there?" you demand. But it's too late. The car door slams in your face. Dimly through the tinted window, you can see Liz and Jake inside. It looks as if they're laughing. Laughing at you, probably. A deep, threatening voice behind you makes you spin around. It's Mr. Dunning! The rest of your class is standing behind him. Everyone is staring at you. "I thought I told you to stay inside!" he yells. "This is the last straw. You've had it this time." "But I -- but --" you sputter. "No buts," Mr. Dunning orders. "I'm calling your parents right now!" And he marches back to the lobby. The kids from your class are still there, staring at you. "What a loser," someone mutters. A couple of them start to snicker. You feel about two inches tall. Looks like you made the wrong choice in. . . The End Well, we lived this time. Another try or new book?
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