Every Day the Same Dream

[La Flames Fan]

Cool.

http://www.molleindustria.org/everyd...samedream.html

[Hack&Lube]

This game is blowing my mind! It's so creepy.

[drewboy12]

is there a last step? wtf

[drewboy12]

nm

[stang]

yeah wtf? I go to work then wake up again...

it does make me feel depressed about my job...

[drewboy12]

wow.... freaking ass ending... wtf thanks

[stang]

EDIT: Ok I edited this out... although I have no clue why...yet

[drewboy12]

I suggest not giving hints away, thats why I edited my post, you should edit that out... Thanks stang

[stang]

Maybe you could pm a hint or 2... or put it in white

[drewboy12]

sent a pm

[stang]

cool thanks

Real weird.

[FlamesPuck12]

Hmm wtf was that?

Hint (In White):
You pretty much have to interact with every possible items in the game and the elevator lady will keep counting down the time. Each time you interact with a certain item, her countdown will decrease. Instead of just going to the edge of the screen on the right, try going to the left, try going to the right without the car and so on.

[flamesdyehard]

Got er

[Kidder]

Dear Journal: (Don't read on if you don't want spoilers)

So I woke up this morning, late again, leave the alarm blaring while I get dressed. Out to the kitchen where my wife informs me I'm late. Gee thanks hun. Turn off the tv and I'm out the door. On the way down the elevator this crazy lady tells me 5 more steps and I'll be a new man. She smells like cat pee. But whatever. Get to work and now the boss tells me I'm late. Thanks Boss. On my way to the cubicle I see that everyone wore the same suit and copied my haircut. I could tell it was gonna be one of those days so I just kept walking past my desk. Next thing you know I'm on the roof and some omniscient voice is telling me to jump. Sound advice, I hate my life anyway, Look out below!

Day 2: So apparently I'm in some sort of groundshog day scenario as I awaken back in my bed. Or perhaps I'm already in hell, so where else am I going to go? Detroit? This time I don't get dressed. I jumped off a building yesterday, what do I need pants for. Wife's cooking again, wearing the same damn apron. This time I leave the tv on as I rush out the door only to encounter the same crazy lady who tells me four more steps. She smells better today. Exit the building. I don't want to go to work. I'm pretty sure I'm on workers comp or on mental health days anyway as I tried to kill myself yesterday. So I turn and walk the other way. Some bum invites me to a special place. Naturally I follow. We end up in some cementery... why did I follow him all the way here? I think he wants to show me something under his cloak. Okay this is a little weird. Still a fun day off.

Day 3. I shut off the alarm today. But the no clothes thing's working for me so I skip the closet again. Wife seems unperturbed by my half nudity. She tells me I'm late again. So off I go. Only 3 more steps according to crazy lady. I think she lives in the elevator. She's always there. On the way to work I let the cars infront of me go ahead while I sit there. Cars behind me seem relatively calm about my blockade. When the coast is clear I floor it... weeeee! The Boss is not impressed by my attire, but it's only the lack of tie that is upsetting. Apparently boxer briefs are appropriate attire if accompanied by a tie. I'm fired. Oh well, back to bed.

Day 4. I set my alarm again for some reason. Oh well, I feel like getting dressed today. My soon-to-be fat wife is still cooking in the kitchen. Again she informs me of my tardiness. Obviously she didn't get the memo I was fired. I keep up the charade and rush off to work. 2 steps. I try to stab her to no avail. Out on the street I go to visit my bum friend, of which I am now one. But he's not there. I try to keep walking but must obey the no walk sign. Might as well go visit my old coworkers. Get there and my boss isn't surprised to see me. Infact he acts like he didn't even fire me yesterday, tells me to get to work. I'm not that surprised. Sales have plummeted without me according to the chart. I better get on the ball. Off to my cubicle and get to work.

Day 5. I try to get back in bed but nothing doing. Get dressed again. Same ol' same ol' tv, wife, elevator lady. Wait, I still got 2 steps to go til I'm a new man? She must be high on crack cocaine! I worked yesterday. That was definitely a new step. Bugger. I've lost the will to live again. On my way to work I stop to admire a leaf as it falls. I catch it. I'm pretty sure I eat it. Num num num. Boss is bitching again. I start off for my cubicle. Forget this I'm leaving. Exit the buidling. Boss just watches me as I leave. Car blocks my path. What would the Leaf do? Fall! The answer is so clear. I go back inside. Boss again says nothing... I think he's temporarily blinded by his diabetes. Rush past my cubicle to the roof. And just like the leaf in my belly, I launch myself to the ground below.

Day 6. Screw the alarm. Screw my clothes. Screw my wife... nope she wants none of it. Feelin good in my boxers as I set off. Elevator lady says I'm down to one last step? Sweet. I try to stab her again. That'd be a good last step. No dice. Go to visit my homeless friend. Still not there. I sit in my car again. Wait, I can get out? Sweet. I'm walking home. Hey look, there's a cow. Nice cow. I go to pet it. It's a rather intimate moment. I walk on. Back to my car. I don't want to go back to my car, Go the other way, pass the cow again. I don't pet it this time. Nope, still back to my car. What the heck. Leaf is there again. But I ate you! Boss regained his eyesite. Good ol' insulin shots. I'm fired again sweet!

Day 7. Feelin good, I get jazzied up. No wife! She must have left me. Finally. All that time over the stove and she never fed me once. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Off to work! Elevator lady is gone. This day just keeps getting better and better. My commute is the best yet, no traffic. It must be Sunday. Wait, maybe there's no work today. I get out of my car and stop walking. No cow. Oh well, might as well go in and catch up on some work. Boss is missing too. That's weird. Sales are still down, to an all-time low. He must have been axed. Where is everyone? I go check on the roof. There's a guy already there. It's either me or one of the 50 employess who look like my clone. I can't quite tell. "What are you doing?" I yell. "It's not worth it, you just wake up back in your bed!"

He replies. "I can't take another loss!"

"What??"

"The Flames! 9 in a row. They'll never win again, everyone's teasing me. I... I... can't take it."

I'm about to retort but catch myself. He's not exactly wrong and I can't really blame him. And as I watch him sail off into the blue, his newly-waxed shoes dissapearing behind the edge of the building I whisper "God speed my friend. God Speed."

Amazing what a losing streak can do a city.

Fin.