(Based on a true story???)
You sit alone on a Friday night.
The ground outside almost seems to gasp with relief as the clouds unleash their torrential cargo. Or, at least, that's how you like to imagine it, because what a cool opening line, right? In truth, it has been so long since you so much as opened a window that you have only a slight grasp of the concept of 'weather' any more, and your only clue as to the time is the hunger pangs in your stomach.
After you watch the nightly show, you peel off your sock puppets, hoping that the Cheeto dust caked on your fingertips will be enough to tide you over for the night. No such luck. With the Cheeto dust famine in full swing and your ramen supply exhausted for the last two weeks, it looks like the time has finally come.
You must go outside.
You stand in a square room. To the NORTH lies a COMPUTER and a DESK covered in USELESS CRAP. To the SOUTHWEST is a pile of SPORTS MEMORABILIA. To the SOUTH lies a PILE OF DUST, covering what may have once been a WINDOW. To the NORTHWEST is a door.
Command?
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What is this, some kind of joke?!
Go, then. There are other worlds than these.