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== Choices ==
== Choices ==
{{Misc/Button|The Nearest Puddle}}
{{Misc/Button|The Nearest Puddle}}
You decide to be very brave and plunge your hand into the biggest, muddiest puddle that you can see. It goes all the way up to your shoulder and after wriggling your hand around for a few minutes you grab hold of something and pull it out.
You decide to be very brave and plunge your hand into the biggest, muddiest puddle that you can see. It goes all the way up to your shoulder and after wriggling your hand around for a few minutes you grab hold of something and pull it out.
{{Misc/Button|A Cardboard Box}}
{{Misc/Button|A Cardboard Box}}
Just by your foot, there is a closed cardboard box. This seems a nice and safe option. Nothing in there that could hurt you, right? You lift the lid and take a peek into the darkness. You put your hand in, grab the first thing that you come across and bring it out into the light to see what you got.
Just by your foot, there is a closed cardboard box. This seems a nice and safe option. Nothing in there that could hurt you, right? You lift the lid and take a peek into the darkness. You put your hand in, grab the first thing that you come across and bring it out into the light to see what you got.
{{Misc/Button|A Random Rubbish Bag}}
{{Misc/Button|A Random Rubbish Bag}}
You tear open the nearest rubbish bag that you can see and feel around inside. You know how the saying goes, "One man's trash is... usually still trash."
You tear open the nearest rubbish bag that you can see and feel around inside. You know how the saying goes, "One man's trash is... usually still trash."
*You gain 1 [[shred of bin bag]] (XX)%
*You gain 1 [[shred of bin bag]] (XX)%
{{Misc/Button|Don't Bother}}
{{Misc/Button|Don't Bother}}
The idea of crawling around in the trash amongst all sorts of rubbish that only some great divine presence might know the contents of doesn't fill you with joy. You decide to walk on by and retain some of your dignity.
The idea of crawling around in the trash amongst all sorts of rubbish that only some great divine presence might know the contents of doesn't fill you with joy. You decide to walk on by and retain some of your dignity.
== Notes ==
== Notes ==