Rought Night (WIP)

Your name is Ver Haxon. At least, you're pretty sure it is. Last night was pretty wild, you wake up on the floor surrounded by empty bottles. [[Sit up]] [[Stare at the ceiling]]

You sit up off the floor, looking around. The house is a mess. You can only pray your roommates aren't home, your sister would shit herself if she saw the house like this. Cleaning the house was officially on the agenda. Where exactly it was on the agenda was still up in the air. [[Throw together breakfast]] [[Clean up]]

You gaze at the ceiling for a while, trying to recall the events of last night. Everything feels like a blur, you remember a few fragments though. Someone got stabbed, possibly stabbed themself, it was bloody. There was a goat, you think it was a goat. Maybe a ram? Something of that sort. You vomitted. At that point you weren't in your house, you have no clue where it was. Probably a street. [[Sit up]]

After pulling yourself up off the floor you wander over to the kitchen. Christ, it's already 1pm. You're almost afraid to look in the fridge but you swallow your fear and crack the damn thing open. It was almost completely empty. A few strips of bacon, probably still edible, and some eggs, also hopefully still edible. [[Bacon and eggs it is]] [[Give up on breakfast]]

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What's the point in life if you're not living it dangerously? You decide to remember that one, should write it down or something. Maybe it could go in that book of quotes you keep saying you'll write. You fire up the stove and throw the bacon and eggs into a pan. Come to think of it, you don't really remember how long you need to cook them for. [[Wait 10 minutes]] [[Wait 20 minutes]]

Looks like breakfast is a bust, you feel like you stomached enough shit last night to risk it. Now what? [[Clean up]] [[See what's on TV]]

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You wait 10 minutes before taking them off the stove. The eggs look a little burnt but still edible. You dump them onto the cleanest looking plate. [[Eat them at the table]]

You wait 20 minutes before taking them off the stove. Damn it, you must have drifted off for a moment, everything is burnt. You'd only eat this if you were desperate, which you aren't. [[Eat them anyway]] [[Give up on breakfast]]

They kinda suck but food is food. You feel revitalised and full of new found energy. [[Clean up]] [[See what's on TV]]

You must be hungover or something, you remind yourself that there's no way you're going to eat this. You even poke it a little. It doesn't budge. [[Eat the damn breakfast]] [[Give up on breakfast]]

Is this some sort of sick joke? You don't want to vomit again, you have no idea why you're still entertaining this thought. This deserves to go in the trash and nowhere else. [[Eat. The. Breakfast.]] [[Give up on breakfast]]

Seriously? [[Yes]] [[No]]

Fine, if you absolutely insist on it. You barely manage to get the food out of the pan and onto a plate. A fork won't do shit to it so you resort to tearing it apart with your hands. It tastes awful, the texture is even worse. Every time you chew it only gets worse, it's so dry and disgusting. You're dedicated however, this thought just wouldn't leave you alone. You finish the whole plate. You feel awful. That's it, you can't stomach anything else today. You head back to bed. BREAKFAST END - BAD END - [[Start Over]]

Finally you've come to your senses, you dump that inedible mess in the trash. [[See what's on TV]] [[Clean up]]