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Pulling the trigger on the ray gun, a beam of rainbow light spreads out in all directions. Reality begins to spring up all around you. The empty void fills with lights, colors, shapes, planets, stars. A new universe begins, a new story, and you are the <html><a href="http://gimcrackd.com/etc/src/" font-weight: bold>creator</a></html>.\n\nThe End.\n

You turn the dial until the green section labeled "Create" clicks into place. All that's left to do is [[pull the trigger|triggerC]].

The rainbow light spilling out of the ray gun paints the walls and set of the television studio in vivid technicolor. The set itself transforms from a few chairs, a desk and a curtain into a trash chic circus. An all girl rockabilly band materializes and begins playing a theme for the show, as a line of oddball guests start getting ready backstage. The phones are ringing with people ready to call in. It's a beautiful mess, just the way you dreamed it. \n\nThe End

You turn the dial until the red section labeled "Hex" clicks into place. All that's left to do is [[pull the trigger|triggerH]].

The ray gun sparks and your body is enveloped in a rainbow light. You finally figure out what it is you've always wanted out of life. The perfect act, the once in a lifetime performance, is now so obvious to you. No need to practice or prepare, you go straight to the television station.\n\nYou [sing/dance/recite/paint/build/program/lecture/teach/destory/explode] your ultimate performance. The world changing signal has been sent, the airwaves carry this spark of revolution into people's homes. Your job is done, it is now up to them.\n\nThe people in the studio seem mildly impressed, but a bit busy figuring out their own acts to pay full attention.\n\nThe End.

You've agreed to perform on a public access television show later tonight. You need to prepare your act.\n\n[[Go to Record Store]] \n[[Find Book of Poetry]]\n[[Practice Routine]]\n[[Take A Walk Outside]]

You pull the trigger on the ray gun and the void begins to shrink. It collapses in on itself and takes you and the ray gun with it, until nothing is left but a single, impossibly small dot. Someday an unlucky variable might cause the dot to explode forever outward.\n\nThe End.

You aim the ray gun directly at the camera and pull the trigger. A harsh red light pours out, filling the room, transforming into flame. The same thing happens in all of the homes and apartments that the show is broadcast into. Televisions become a carrier for a burning red light.\n\nThis is revenge, a vehicle for your righteous fury. \n\nYou smile as the world burns. This is what it deserves.\n\nThe End

You're sitting on a couch with your boyfriend. A mutual friend is the drummer for a band thats supposed to be performing on some public access tv show tonight. A psychic hotline infomerical is playing while you wait for the show to start. \n\nOnce the show begins, it's quickly apparent how low budget and chaotic the whole deal is. Both you and your boyfriend smile when there's a closeup of your friend banging away on the drums. The sound quality isn't the best: a low, static hiss underlines the entire show.\n\nIt's good enough to dance to, though, as you pull your boyfriend off the couch.\n\nThe End

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You pull the trigger on the ray gun and immediately feel your consciousness expand around you. You become the empty void, aware of nothing but your former self, still holding the ray gun, floating inside of you.\n\nThe End.

Before the beginning, there is only \n\nThe End.

Everything is dark. Quiet. The last thing you remember is spinning the dial to "Switch" on the ray gun and pulling the trigger. You slowly come to realize you can't feel your body. You can't move. \n\nIt's impossible to tell how much time passes in this darkness. Suddenly you feel the world shake and light pours in from above. A giant, silhouetted hand reaches for you, grabbing you, pulling you out of the darkness.\n\nYou realize in the light of day that you have become the ray gun itself, and someone else has found you. There's absolutely nothing you can do except let yourself be used by these giant fingers.\n\nThe stranger spins the dial and pulls the trigger.\n\nThe End

"Space Patrol Stardust Ray Gun" "Realistic Sparking" "Authentic Ray Gun Sound" "Mystery Action" "Batteries Included" read the labels on the green, red and purple box. \n\nThe box is open and inside you can see the [[ray gun]] itself.\n\n[[Create]] | [[Hex]] | [[Switch]] | [[Reverse|locationR]]

You find yourself inside the machine, a citizen of a cyberworld. You are no longer the programmer but the program.\nYou feel like you've seen this movie already. Trapped, you wander the circuit avenues and microchip towns. Occasionally you can feel someone reach out and touch you, playing you like the game you are.\n\nThe End

You turn the dial until the black section labeled "Reverse" clicks into place. All that's left to do is [[pull the trigger|triggerR]].

The toy ray gun appears to be made out of tin. It's every color of the rainbow and covered in shooting stars, swirling patterns and small lights. It has a dial on the side with four sections:\n\n[[Create]] | [[Hex]] | [[Switch]] | [[Reverse|boxR]]

You're sitting at your computer, staring at a screen full of tiny grey and blue boxes connected by white lines on a dark grey background. It feels like a jumbled mess and you're not sure how to sort it out. It's supposed to be a game, you think, or maybe not a game, but something. Eventually.\n\n[[Create|twineC]] | [[Hex|twineH]] | [[Switch|twineS]] | [[Reverse|triggerR]]

<<silently>>\n<<set $location = "book">>\n<<endsilently>>You attempt to find the notebook you've filled with poetry over the last year, so you can recite a few on the show.\n\nYou check under your bed, but instead of your notebook you notice a colorful [[box|box]] you've never seen before.

<<silently>>\n<<set $location = "record">>\n<<endsilently>>You decide to pick up some background music to go along with your performance. \n\nWalking to the record store, you almost trip over a small, colorful [[box]].

You turn the dial until the blue section labeled "Switch" clicks into place. All that's left to do is [[pull the trigger|triggerS]].

<<silently>>\n<<set $location = "practice">>\n<<endsilently>>You decide to stretch and go through the motions of your performance a few more times to make sure you've got it down.\n\nAs you push stuff aside in your apartment to make room, you find a colorful [[box|box]] you don't recognize.

"Space Patrol Stardust Ray Gun" "Realistic Sparking" "Authentic Sound" "Mystery Action" "Batteries Included" read the labels on the green, red and purple box. \n\nThe box is open and inside you can see the [[ray gun]] itself.

More and more old friends start showing up in your memory. You get a strong desire to get the old gang back together. You track down half a dozen or so and invite them all to meet up.\n\nOne of your friends tells an amusing story about a performance they're working on for a public access tv show.\n\nIt's weird how you can't remember why you all stopped being friends in the first place.\n\nIt's so nice being back together that you don't worry about it too much.\n\nThe End

You were hurrying down the street, a guitar slung over one shoulder, already late for that gig at the television station. You know your fellow bandmates are all probably already there, waiting on you. It wouldn't be the first time. You're late this time because your girlfriend decided it'd be a good idea to dump you, but you're sure the band wouldn't want to hear about that.\n\nYou hear a weird, low melody, or maybe you imagined it, because at the same time you trip on the sidewalk. Crashing to the ground you curse your luck. \n\nAs you pick yourself back up, you notice a toy ray gun on the ground. You pick it up, thinking maybe this'll act as a good luck charm. You definitely need it.\n\nThe End

You decline the invite, wondering if your old acquaintance has an ulterior motive for calling you up. You don't recall the two of you being best buds back in the day anyhow. You can barely remember anything about it, in fact. You never hear from them again. No big loss.\n\nThe End

It's the first night of your public access show. You've done almost all of the organizing yourself, inviting friends, family and acquaintences as guests and performers. You've made sure not to plan too much, though, as the chaos of a live, amatuer television performance is one of the primary reasons you decided to do this. You're standing in the studio, making last minute preparations and waiting for people to arrive.\n\n[[Create|tvshowC]] | [[Hex|tvshowH]] | [[Switch|tvshowS]] | [[Reverse|StartR]]

You agree to the meeting and your friend mentions tracking down other members of the old gang.\n\nWhen you arrive, there's five of them there waiting for you. You hadn't seen any of their faces in years, but the memories come rushing back. As you fall comfortably back into place, talking to them late into the night, you feel something within yourself that you hadn't felt in ages.\n\nYou never realized how much was missing, but now it exists, and it feels good.\n\nThe End

You don't know exactly where the ray gun came from, and you immediately regret turning the dial and pulling the trigger. A sudden realization dawns on you as you hang up on your old friend.\n\nOld friend. You never knew about them before today. You never knew about yourself.\n\nThe ray gun has something to do with it -- you're nothing but an homunculus, formed by a combination of thought and the gun. A wish given life given understanding.\n\nIt's all too much.\n\nThe End

You decide to start over. Your first attempt at making a game in Twine was a bit ambitious, a non-linear conversation that zigzagged across an entire year. You'll come back to that project later.\n\nYou decide to try something else, something you can put together faster as practice. You had this idea about a ray gun with different buttons, or a dial, which would act as the action words for the entire game.\n\nYou get to work on it and produce... something. It's functional, at least, but you feel like you lost sight of an overall purpose. Not too bad for a first try, though.\n\nThe End

<<silently>>\n<<set $location = "walk">>\n<<endsilently>>You go outside and hope walking around can remove some of the anxiety you feel about performing on this show.\n\nSitting on the sidewalk outside your apartment building is a small, colorful [[box|box]].

The lights on the ray gun slowly blink off as a mechanical noise gets louder and more grating. The television in your apartment turns on, the public access show you're supposed to be on has already begun. You must've gotten the wrong time.\n\nNot that it matters too much, as the show seems to be going pretty badly. The host is complaining about the broken lights, the lack of guests, the terrible acoustics. At least you think they are, its hard to make out over the grinding noise and the unfocused camera.\n\nToday's kind of a bust.\n\nThe End.

The witchsong isn't enough. You perform a summoning ritual, using the ray gun to gather together a band of demons, warlocks and other chaos beings. \n\nYou form an army of otherworldly entities, and march down to the local television station. There's still time to appear on that public access show.\n\nEach individual in your infernal band pulls out a different fiery instrument and begin bellowing in a long forgotten occult tongue. A true hellsong rings out across the airwaves, bringing damnation to all who hear it. \n\nThe End

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You decide this game could be used to create some sort of spell or sigil. A magical force, let loose on the internet, bringing good fortune or bad to all who come in contact with it. You infuse the game with all the witchcraft and voodoo you can think of. An arcane witchsong ritual, performed unknowingly over and over, by who knows how many individuals.\n\nYou [upload/cast] the [spell/game] and wait for the results.\n\nThe End

You're not sure why you suddenly thought of your old friend. It's been years since you last spoke, and the reason why you stopped has been lost in time. What remains are happy memories and a bit of nostalgia. You hoped they hadn't changed their number when you decided to call them up and luckily they hadn't.\n\nThey picked up right away and seemed as happy to hear from you as you were in reconnecting with them. You set up a meeting, maybe an old friendship can be revived.\n\n[[Create|oldfriendC]] | [[Hex|oldfriendH]] | [[Switch|friendC]] | [[Reverse|triggerC]]

The witchsong peters out, a low, sad tune that's lost any power it might've had. Whatever dredges of witchcraft you can muster simply fade away. The ray gun stops working entirely. Bad luck seems to follow you.\n\nIt just isn't your day.\n\nThe End