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<<audio "bgm_calm" loop play>> <div class="centered"> [img[https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bedroom.png]] </div> You are troubled from your slumber, the horrible din of your alarm clock wracking your ears with sonic blasts. Bleary-eyed you fumble yourself from the bed, beating the shrieking gizmo into submission. Having completed your task you stand momentarily dazed. Still half-asleep, you brush your teeth and address yourself. ---- \>Indicate your current enthusiasm for the day's tasks on the provided <span class="yellow">Input Module</span>: <<numberinput "$enthusiasm" $enthusiasm 1 3>> [[Input Accepted.]]

<<if $enthusiasm is 1>> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sleeper.png> You have a dismal day ahead of you, and you dont mind if the machinery knows it. You key in a sullen <span class="yellow">1</span>. <<elseif $enthusiasm is 2>> Now that you consider it, you're not quite sure what you have to do today. To be safe, you key in a suitably neutral <span class="yellow">2</span>. <<elseif $enthusiasm is 3>> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/determinedman.png> Hell yeah. To work? To <span class="yellow">Vibe</span>? Simply sublime. Blessed with a mirthful grin, you key in a resounding <span class="green">3</span> so hard you nearly crack the touchpad. <<endif>> Satisfied with your results, you decide a trip to the bathroom is in order. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[I Agree!->Bathroom]] [[I Disagree, But Believe It to Be Necessary.->Bathroom]] [[Whole-Hearted Disagreement. Send Me to a Better Room.->Parlour]]

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<div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bathroom.png> </div> This is where the Magic happens! Every morning you make the transformation from <span class="red">Ragged and Rough</span> to <span class="green">Sterling Stuff </span> here. You could say that the bathroom is the window to the soul. If you really wanted to. Or, you could do <span class="green">Something</span> involving the <span class="green">Bathroom</span>. You could even take a <span class="red">Shit</span> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Renew Doctrines.->no-renew]] <<if $ointment is false>>[[Ointment Session.]]<<endif>> <<if $scrub is false>>[[Scrub]]<<endif>> <<if $ointment is true and $scrub is true>>[[Bathroom Complete.->Parlour]]<<endif>>

The food zone. You know it well! Your <span class="green">Mechro-Fridge</span> is humming away politely, and your many arcane [[Smart Kitchen Appliances]] are just... doing their thing. There is a funky little card table you eat meals at. Overall, you probably spend the most time in this room than any other, excluding your <span class="green">Doctrinarium</span> ---- [[Exit Kitchen->Parlour]]

Attempting to renew your Doctrines has proven fruitless! Without your <span class="green">Devices</span> on hand, you stand no chance of performing a successful renewal. Try again later! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Truly.->Bathroom]]

Giddy as a child, you peruse your many ointments and salves. It is over a lifetime you've amassed such a collection, and the satisfaction the ointmentpresence provides very nearly offsets the exorbitant price of its upkeep. <<nobr>><<if $enthusiasm is 1>> Noting your particularly low enthusiasm, <<elseif $enthusiasm is 2>> Considering your abjectly neutral enthusiasm, <<elseif $enthusiasm is 3>> Noting your particularly high enthusiasm, <<endif>><</nobr>> you vigorously apply a healthy, balanced ointment to your scalp and calves. Already you can feel your pores accepting the greasy concoction, and a wave of calm entrenches you in a suitably Doctrinoid Vibe. It's very important to be in the right headspace. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Valuable.->Bathroom][$ointment to true]]

<img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bewildered.png> Sensing dishevellment about your person, you give your taint a hearty scrub before returning to a neutral state. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[It's a Fact.->Bathroom][$scrub to true]]

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The year is . Information is created, falsified, debunked and destroyed at such an absurd rate that the [[COCI]] was developed to combat it. Doctrine takes the form of digitized binary gradient, adjusted through use of the <span class="green">Doctrine Matrix</span>, a product of the normalization of <span class="green">Extensive Machinery</span>. <div class="inline"><img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/determinedman.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/friend.png></div> You and your peers are <span class="red">Hobbyist Doctrinists</span>, a tiny subset of the population willing to examine and engage with <span class="green">Doctrine</span> removed from financial incentive.

"In the cafeteria..." you think, "is where the <span class="green">Peers</span> are at." And there they are! As suspected, the strange denizens of the Doctrinal Forums have assembled here. You doubt you would hang out with them if it weren't for your shared interests, but your Passion for Doctrines is too great to keep to yourself.

You find yourself in the Parlour of your Common-Grade Apartment, which serves as your base of operations in your pursuit of Doctrinistics, as well as your living quarters. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Enter Bathroom.->Bathroom]] [[Enter Doctrinarium.->Doctrinarium]] [[Enter Kitchen.->Kitchen]] [[Exit Apartment->Not Yet]] <<audio "bgm_dungeon" stop>>

---- <<link "Exit Manifesto" "$lastpassage">><<set $updatelastpassage to true>><</link>> [[Access WebMessenge]]

<div class="centered"> [img[https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/doctrinarium.png]] </div> You are within your <span class="yellow">Doctrinarium</span>, the headquarters of your dinky operation. The space is dominated by your <span class="green">Machinery</span>, the walls obscured by your many shelves of <span class="green">Doctrinal Dissertations</span>. Strewn about are various work-in-progress [[D.I.Y.]] Doctrinances and Divulgences. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Utilize Machinery.]] [[Peruse Dissertations.]] [[Review Personal Projects.]] [[Return to Parlour->Parlour]]

<span class="green">D.I.Y. (DoctrInate Yourself)</span> Materia refers to the act of [[Doctrine Analysis]] by <span class="green">Hobbyist Doctrinists</span> rather than professionals. The amateur scene is small but vibrant, and some critics go so far as to say the most advanced doctrines being compiled today are coming from independant producers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[You fancy yourself a bit of an "Independant Doctrinist", in fact.->Doctrinarium]]

<img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/ComputerUse.png> You sidle to your Machinery, fingering the haptic trigger of the <span class="green">Input Module</span> as you slump into your comically large [[Gamer Chair]]. You boot up the D-Engine, whirring like a jet as the meagre fan tries desperately to mitigate the hellish stress it undergoes with every process. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Engage DoctrineSpace.]] [[Return.->Doctrinarium]]

<img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/DoctrineFolder.png> You survey the pile of past dissertations with a feeling of accomplishment. All the fruits of your labours are present: <span class="yellow">"On the Presence of Ghouls"</span>, <span class="yellow">"A Charitable Look at Law & Conduction"</span>, and <span class="yellow">"Corpus of Morpus"</span> come to mind as particularly shining examples of your incisive wit and succinct analysis. Already knowing you are very cool indeed, you feel no need to revisit them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Indeed.->Doctrinarium]]

<span class="title">Gamer Chair</span> Composed of an advanced alloy formed from carbon steel and [[Cybooze]], it shields the doctrinist's vulnerable [[Brainflesh]] from unwanted doctrinoid infetterence, as well as dulling plosives/syllabence/slurs during voice chat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[I See.->Utilize Machinery.]]

<span class="title">Cyber Ooze</span> A <span class="red">Space Material</span> created as a byproduct of dissertation. Though treated as waste, it has several industrial applications. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<return "I See.">>

<span class="title">Brainflesh</span> Relatively common fleshtype, though formed generally in small quantities. Found naturally-occurring within the skull, begins to form 6 weeks into fetusdev. Some algorithms are known to skip this part of the process. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<return "I See.">>

<button class="w3-button green" onclick="move()">Engage</button> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/ComputerUseSweat.png> <div id="myProgress"> <div id="myBar">0%</div> </div> <script> var i = 0; function move() { if (i == 0) { i = 1; var elem = document.getElementById("myBar"); var width = 0; var id = setInterval(frame, 500); function frame() { if (width >= 100) { clearInterval(id); i = 0; } else { width++; elem.style.width = width + "%"; elem.innerHTML = width + "%"; } } } } </script> ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Activate!->Engage Doctrinespace 2]]

<<audio "bgm_walking" loop play>> <<audio "bgm_calm" stop>> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bewildered.png> Your shoddy monitor flashes a brilliant green, and the Homepage greets you. <span class="green">WELCOME UNTO DOCTRINESPACE!!!</span> The header proclaims, an array of flickering hardhats signifying that most of the sites content is under construction. Before you can manage to enter the sublimity of the <span class="green">Doctrinoid Realm</span>, you are interrupted by <span class="red">Corpus Doctrinus</span>, your local [[On-Screen Helper!]] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Allow This Occurrence.]] [[Deny Occurrence]]

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<span class="title">On-Screen Helper</span> Popularized in the <span class="red">Early Doctrinal Era</span>, On-Screen Helpers allow prospective Doctrinists to safely navigate the unforgiving Doctrinespace, warning against false doctrines and uninformed analysis. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<return "I See.">>

"Heya, It's Me!" The Corpus dictates. "8,432,314 New Doctrines Have Entered Our Database Since You Last Visited! Don't Get Overwhelmed!" It relays. "What Do You Want From Me!" It inquires. Scratching your chin, you attempt to recall the multitude of horrible features the little guy has tucked away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Check My Schedule.]] [[Tell Me a Joke.][$joke to random(0, 1)]] <<if $renewal is false>>[[Renew Doctrines.]]<<endif>> [[Go to Hell.]]

All-too familiar with the shittiness of the helper and its services, you decline its help. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Very Nice.->Desktop]]

"As you wish, my friend!" jibbers the Corpus. <div class="centered"> [img[https://homieboon.neocities.org/assets/calender.png]] </div> Today's Date: [[v.0.1.0]]/[[Smarch]]/[[1121121]] Opening your calender application, you peruse your <span class="green">Many Events</span> coming up over the next four weeks. It appears your second meeting is an online call with one <span class="red">Chad Streetwise</span>, a fool whom you despise. You can only hope the connection is foul enough to garble his snarky, bubbling voice into something approximating plain speech. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Ugh.->Allow This Occurrence.]]

"Ok!" Your machinery whirs and chugs as it attempts to calculate a suitable joke. <<if $joke is 0>> "What Do You Get When You Cross a Doctrine With a Dissertation?" [[A Doctrination?->JokeEnd]] <<elseif $joke is 1>> "What Did The Corpus Say to the Ogre?" [[I Don't Know. What Did it Say.->JokeEnd]] <<elseif $joke is 2>> "Knock Knock!" [[Who's There?->JokeEnd]] <<elseif $joke is 3>> <<elseif $joke is 4>> <<elseif $joke is 5>> <<endif>>

"Very Cool!" speaks the Corpus as it engages the renewal matrix. What looks like a high-stakes game of pong appears on screen for a brief moment before returning to darkness. Upon reset, it appears your doctrines have been updated to their current iteration. <<set $renewal to true>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Thanks.->Allow This Occurrence.]]

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<<if $joke is 0>> "Incorrect." <<elseif $joke is 1>> "Your Machine Does Not Support This Punchline. Please Try Again Later." <<elseif $joke is 2>> The Helper does not answer. <<elseif $joke is 3>> <<elseif $joke is 4>> <<elseif $joke is 5>> <<endif>> ---- [[Wonderful.->Allow This Occurrence.]]

The Helper cuts out to show the camera feed from your apartment lobby, where it appears one of your friends has been knocking incessantly! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Allow Entry.]] [[Deny Entry.]]

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<span class="title">COCI Network</span> The <span class="green">Canon of Confirmed Information</span>, the continuous tapestry of recorded human knowledge stored digitally. Due to the increasing unreliability of digital information and the ease with which falsehood can be fabricated and/or replicated, GENIUSES of the past devised the COCI system to rectify it. A plan to store all verified information as secured Blockchain addresses, allowing for a universal "black book" of undoubtedly accurate information. This was universally accepted as a very good idea, that should be instituted immediately. The COCICORP which "owns" COCI exists as a Large [[Cube]] in <span class="red">Los Angeles</span>, every so often a slightly smaller cube is built next to it. The source of <span class="green">Canonical Doctrine</span>. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[I see.->v.0.1.0]]

<span class="title">v.0.1.0.</span> The current stable version of the [[COCI]] chain active online. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[I see...->Check My Schedule.]]

<span class="title">Smarch</span> It is the <span class="green">Future</span>, and all months start with the letter <span class="red">S</span>. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<back "I See.">>

<span class="title">Smarch</span> It is the <span class="green">Future</span> and all dates are recorded in binary, with ones and twos instead of zeroes to confound any would-be tricksters. ---- <<return "I See.">>

<span class="title">Cube</span> Common 3D geometric formation with about 6 faces. Beloved in <span class="green"Geometry</span> fandomspaces. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<back "I See.">>

<span class="title">Los Angeles</span> The largest, and only, city in California. After a mysterious glitch wiped out the entire state of California in the memory of the COCI ------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<back "I See.">>

"Sure thing! You bastard!!" Quips the On-Screen Helper. "Once more does the darkness take me!" It screeches as the darkness takes it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Very Nice.->Desktop]]

You arrive upon the thrumming hub of your online experience; the <span class="green">Desktop</span>. From here are all your digital exploits carried out, every doctrinance, every dissertation, every HI-NRG Virtual Experience, it's all here babe. Simply put, the world's at your fingerprints. It's where you spend most of your time, to the detriment of </span class="green">Every Other Aspect of Your Life</span>. <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/determinedman.png> "What's the plan?" you say to yourself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<if $webload is false>>[[Go Online->Load Web]] <<elseif $webload is true>>[[Go Online->The Web]]<<endif>> [[Activate On-Screen Helper->Allow This Occurrence.]] [[Exit->Doctrinarium]]

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From your assigned homepage on <span class="green">Webseek Navigatrix</span>, you are free to plumb the depths of the web, so far as your heart desires to. What's the plan? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Access WebMessenge->webmessenge]] [[Access ChristianMingle]] [[Access Kijiji]] [[Return to Desktop->Desktop]]

Smacking several keys at once, your immaculately-executed <span class="green">Web Activation Macro</span> sets the wheels of the web into motion, landing you squarely on the homepage of DoctrineSeekerOnline, your web browser of choice. With its veritable cornucopia of built-in Doctrinal Bloatware and nefarious cookies, it comes ready to doctrinize right out of the box. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Right On.->The Web]]

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Queueing up the 'earl in your search engine, you find yourself on the Doctrinefanz Forum, the premiere forum for all fans of Doctrine and its permutations. You have (1) new message from your sole M.O.O.T. (Mutually Officiated Operator Team) ---- [[New Page]] [[Exit Forum->The Web]]

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Ah, Kijiji. The Mall, of the Web. Indeed... Oftentimes it's selling pretty dire stuff with no place in the finely-crafted feng-shui of your apartment, but some interesting goods can slip through the cracks. ---- [[Exit->The Web]]

<span class="title">Doctrine Analysis</span> Common pasttime/profession of the future. As Doctrinists continue to release page after page of trash-tier doctrine, the job of analysts is to compile and sort through every word for the nuggets of truth contained within. You find both roles equally fulfilling. Doctrine Analysis is performed as a background process by your Yamaha DMX-808 <span class="green">Doctrine Matrix</span>, cross-referencing each and every quantifiable info-byte with it's contextually corresponding byte on <span class="green">COCI</span>. When the scan is complete, the doctrine is deemed either <span class="green">FACT</span> or <span class="red">FALSEHOOD</span> and added to the appropriate <span class="green">COCI</span> stack for compilation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[I See.->D.I.Y.]]

Attempting to access your onboard <span class="green">Doctrine Manifesto</span>, you find the entire drive was corrupted, resulting in an overnight format. You curse the heavens with the force only a <span class="red">Spited Doctrinist</span> can muster. It appears you will have to rerecord any info you come across. <<set $checkmanifesto to true>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<return "+1 Technological Anguish">>

haven't written stuff here, click [[here->Knocking]] to go to a little scene I *have*

You queue up WebMessenge, a high-tech enrypted messenging service allowing people from across the globe to engage in covert web discussions. The doctrinespace is full of tricksters and spies, and a secure connection is necessary to allow you to messenge in peace. You have ---- <<return "Exit WebMessenge">>

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<<audio "bgm_walking" stop>> "KNOCK KNOCK!" says your On-screen helper as an eerily unexpected and unknown visitor bangs on your apartment door, with what sounds like an unconventionally large and metallic fist. "I have detected that you have a visitor!" It quips from your tinny speakers as you decide what to do next. ---- [[Leave Doctrinarium->Parlour2]]

Dead End. ----

<<audio "bgm_tension" loop play>> As a result of your newfound proximity to the source of the knocking (not to mention its growing impatience), the sound of banging metal-on-metal has become deafening. You find yourself in the Parlour of your Common-Grade Apartment, which serves as your base of operations in your pursuit of Doctrinistics, as well as your living quarters. Someone outside sounds like they're very eager to have an audience with you. ---- [[Enter Foyer->Foyer2]]

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<img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/friend.png> Sidling up to the heavy steel door to your dwelling, you take a look-see through the little peephole at the top. On the other side is a particularly aggravated-looking [[Street-Level Helper]], its large googly eyes spinning madly within their mechanized sockets. <span class="yellow">"It looks like you're having some trouble understanding the rules set forth by COCI regarding the dissemination of certain contraband compilations, do you require assistance?"</span> Several responses flash through your mind. ---- [[I Do Not Need Assistance]] [[Tell me a Joke]]

<span class="title">Street-Level Helper</span> High-ranking subservient mechaorganism of <span class="green>COCI</span>. Tracks and assists individuals deemed by <span class="green>COCI</span> to be worthy of immediate attention. Can tell jokes, browse the web, call your friends, and produce 600kg of blunt force. ---- [[There is One Outside Your Apartment.->Foyer2]]

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The hulking helper whirs and beeps loudly as it processes your request. <span class="yellow">"Contextual analysis has determined that you require assistance with properly conveying your current state to prospective helpers. To ensure full understanding is achieved, do you mind filling out a short questionnaire? All answers are legally binding."</span> it replies. <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/DoctrineFolder.png></div> After a few seconds a small sheet of paper is ejected from its mouth, along with a large, comical quill pen. You tear off the sheet, and begin filling out the form. ---- [[Sounds Good.->Questionnaire]]

<span class="yellow">"Sure thing!"</span> The hulking helper whirs and beeps loudly as it processes your request. <span class="yellow">"Knock knock!"</span> ---- [[Who's There?->Streetjoke2]]

<<audio "bgm_tension" stop>> <<audio "bgm_quiz" loop play>> <span class="yellow">USER INTENT SURVEY - SELECT ALL THAT APPLY</span> 1. <<checkbox "$survey[0]" false true>> I am a generally upbeat guy. 2. <<checkbox "$survey[1]" false true>> I am a fan of Doctrine. 3. <<checkbox "$survey[2]" false true>> I am socially active. 4. <<checkbox "$survey[3]" false true>> I have drank more than 2 cups of water today. 5. <<checkbox "$survey[4]" false true>> I have recently installed and/or compiled illicit doctrines or dissertations. ---- [[Page 2]]

You flip the page over and continue the survey under the watchful eyes of the helper. It clanks menacingly and motionlessly, waiting for you to submit. <span class="yellow">USER INTENT SURVEY - SELECT ALL THAT APPLY</span> 6. <<checkbox "$survey[5]" false true>> I put effort into my appearance. 7. <<checkbox "$survey[6]" false true>> Most of my socialization is online. 8. <<checkbox "$survey[7]" false true>> I am a virgin. 9. <<checkbox "$survey[8]" false true>> I am willing to name specific individuals of interest in exchange for my safety. ---- [[Submit]]

Those last few questions struck you as a bit odd and specific. No matter, time to submit! You feed the sheet back into the gnashing steel jaws of the helper, its brain buzzing and beeping as it attempts to translate your chickenscratch handwriting into workable data. <span class="yellow">"GRRRRRZZZZZYYOWRRRRROWWW"</span> it states. <span class="yellow">"KASHUNKRRRRRKRUNURASHUNKRRRRRKRUNUR"</span> it proclaims. ---- [[It stops its yammering, and emits a high-pitched beep.->SurveyVerdict]]

<span class="yellow">"By responding to this joke you have forfeitted your right of property for this dwelling! Please stay calm while the area is breached!"</span> it says, putting one massive fist through the door. Your mind races as you run back to the parlour. ---- [[Run->Parlour3]]

<span class="yellow">"Looks like you are trying to escape!"</span> says the Helper as it effortlessly tears through the front door. <span class="yellow">"As soon as the danger you wish to escape from is recognized, a Street-Level Helper will be dispatched to assist you!"</span> The metal beast lumbers through the foyer, making its way to you ever closer. Your Manifesto beeps out a notification. <span class="green">You helper is only $helperdistance Metres away! Please stay put!</span> ---- [[I Do Not Need Assistance]] [[Attempt to Sneak Past]]

You hover your mouse over the ChristianMingle bookmark for one brief, wavering second, before pulling yourself away. You can't let it happen again... Let your heart be broken... --- [[You still have the humourous hog ornament they made for you...->The Web]]

You queue up WebMessenge, a high-tech enrypted messenging service that allows people from across the globe to engage in covert web discussions. The doctrinespace is full of tricksters and spies, and a secure connection is necessary to allow you to messenge in peace. You have several <span class="green">Friends</span> online, none of which you really meet up with as often as you should. You wonder how <span class="red">zigguratfucker1900</span> and the gang are doing... Oho~! It appears you have (<span class="green">1</span>) new messenge. ---- [[Show me The Messenge.]] [[Exit WebMessenge->The Web]]

As a bolt from the heavens, the Messenge appears: ---- Yo $name, No time to speak. Found some shit. Copy all this out into a txt and put it on a usb or something secure. like, blow up your computer or sth after this is serious as hell. ttyl bayby - <span class="red">zigguratfucker1900</span> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/forumsig.png> ---- [[ZigguratFucker1900]]... you know the name well, it's that of your dear friend! It must be a serious situation for them to use their [[Given Username]] instead of one from the forums... Attached is a long sequence of seemingly random numbers: 2284751720596046 5325808911507741 2918758759445282 7714194398563162 5240131842316308 0075987900738876 7683472178815454 8970787895591738 2962013708998993 5586082579670401 9079228534028558 0306250536256368 3099199580238973 5893074436767692 0443504972433275 3928848910871684 0027956828483892 9980152400213864 9605425996849561 8059383323518563 3895186623928530 7277261498712752 9288519505887703 9850597677606853 8140988694400177 4438164673699932 5880664987753096 4143008454466075 6083534596998721 6787070017272022 6422807365042737 9482738168731592 2652835698311555 8617441550964345 8122712548563017 4409091574593163 6399583268541650 2139169535673787 4648317880081365 5673797614529525 0140446437827904 9537523555472263 7671474193617656 2552315979199362 2477544135767049 6882094656211751 6976483732162955 2370474660730982 0947509143376892 2498578480724532 7293802561125593 1656636381593859 2923438425335742 5466857526558740 2571404368839762 3379544584389759 3146186969582484 8287522683094537 2763485724589894 5842935585113354 0333387867666752 2251420065901499 2639668267720148 7934032891184374 2728351884142430 5587139126148839 9877471688223829 3204371907186664 9084069159251808 3160514339728310 8384544502396626 9308961999126314 9442124059048954 0878527591147490 8355501092676890 9017711125721705 3511729091267512 9403188439217034 8892491589285674 7315866869207777 0505708541597092 2038016646887711 2432683176705331 9459850344851097 8349231659544928 3227688059841412 4368465566410201 2559723629113106 6420160603425908 6676344708249148 0029593320631017 7164391660427329 9047489843244646 2164554656081082 3577762000818316 8874774388758636 3892127323888988 2935300011869988 6334046795044043 3708482282041248 7085246481889970 4699210642509412 6012006043959279 5277912980685604 8309797604620252 6215674187598670 8224637745997846 7829430607179847 9823105282915930 3138966004965372 1855546075786581 7627106771224267 5251533087901508 0366344060652722 5192043766296985 9998928535975102 0451002572039451 9809452008211987 6275348733574160 8630895419745942 2931073478088363 6764019204846942 3293340623603683 0129793382792835 9783770333623227 5704460213038477 1323794417101210 8109407926033279 You have a feeling it will be important later. ---- [[Save Sequence.]]

<span class="title">Given Usernames</span> All citizens of the Unified North are given audience with a powerful [[Web Seer]] at birth. Their soul is scryed-upon, and a unique username is bestowed to match their brainwaves. While other usernames can be created on specific sites, they must all link back to the original. The given username is the only kind protected by copyright/imposter laws, and the only username one can use for marketing/branding purposes. Integrated with C.O.C.I. to ensure adherence to the self. ---- [[Yours is "User." Remember?->Show me The Messenge.]]

Well-aquainted with the insecurity of web applications, you opt to copy out the sequence by hand into your notebook, deleting the messenge upon completion. You've known ZigguratFucker for a while, you trust them about as much as anyone. This is pretty clearly a situation of mystery. <<set $sequencesaved to true>> You send another messenge to <span class="red">Z</span> requesting to meet up at the local [[Ronald's Parlour]], and hope it gets through. As you sit up in your gamer chair, you hear the unmistakeable noise of knock'ed door. ---- [[You were not expecting anyone today, at least not until you committed what was likely a Significant Crime just now.->Knocking]]

<span class="title">Ronald's Parlour</span> Terrible, terrible bar. <span class="red">Zigguratfucker1900's</span> absolute favourite. ---- [[The things you do for the sake of friendship...->Save Sequence.]]

<span class="title">Platitudes</span> Oft-found/mocked/purveyed subset of <span class="green">Doctrine.</span> Often mercifully concise, the <span class="green">Platitude</span> is an <span class="red">Inert Doctrine</span>, burnt-out from overuse. The study of the Platitude as a medium and artifact can be traced back to the birth of Doctrine itself, in the primordial cultural ooze of Pre-Doctrinal Society. Participants of the great work can be categorized as [[(Gist-Understanders)]] of [[(The Inert Form)]]. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<return "I See.">>

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<span class="title">Inert Form</span> A form that's lackin'. Be it motion, energy, dissertational might or even discourse, something's missing from this form. That's just a fact. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[I See.->Platitudes]]

<<audio "bgm_calm" stop>> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bewildered.png> Please adjust your zoom settings until the above pixels appear crisp and lively. ---- [[Enter The Zone->Intro]]

<span class="title">Web Seer</span> Old man online. ---- [[You might just become one yourself, someday.->Given Username]]

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<span class="title">ZigguratFucker1900</span> An ostentatious title referring to a close <span class="green">Online Pal</span> of yours. From what you know so far, they like <span class="red">Computer Games</span>, [[Posting]], and other nefarious pasttimes of the <span class="red">Web-Ensorceled</span>. ---- [[You wish you had such a cool email signature.->Show me The Messenge.]]

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<span class="title">Posting</span> The act of submitting dissertation/discourse to the web. The oldest profession. ---- You've been known to post, from time to time. [[Nothing good has come of it.->ZigguratFucker1900]]

<<audio "bgm_dungeon" loop play>> <<audio "bgm_calm" stop>> <<audio "bgm_walking" stop>> <div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayPassageForward.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png> </div></div> <div class="column"> You exit your apartment, and the hallway appears before you. Your pad's placement at the very end of the hall makes it easy to find in a Cyber-Coffee-addled stupor, but hell to get down to the lobby from. You are in the <span class="red">South End</span> of <span class="red">Floor 10</span>. There is <span class="green">One</span> exit to the <span class="green">North</span>. You recall that the elevator is at the <span class="red">North End</span> of the hall. ---- [[Go North->Hallway1]] </div></div>

Slow down, tiger! You haven't left your apartment in 9 days, why start now? ---- [[You haven't even met your daily web-browsing quota yet.->Parlour]]

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayPassageForward.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png> </div></div> <div class="column"> You are in the Hallway. There are exits to the North and South. ---- [[Go South->Hallway0]] [[Go North->Hallway2]] </div></div>

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<span class="title">Smart Appliances</span> The rise of smart appliances happened over decades, the revolution only noticed once it was already too late. <span class="green">Smart</span> appliances are similar to <span class="red">Stupid</span> ones, except that they're twitchy little bastards. You can't count how many times you've had to smooth things over with your neighbours after your blender mistakenly ordered a drone strike on its location to cleanse the guests it thought were enemy infantry. ---- [[You fixed the crack in your table, but you'll always know it was there...->Kitchen]]

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<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayElevator.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png> </div></div> <div class="column"> Success, the elevator lies before you! Before the elevator, however, is a man you've never seen before. Not a resident, that's for sure. He glances at his watch every so often, as though waiting for someone. Bad vibes all around. There are exits to the South and West, as well as an Elevator. ---- [[Casually Approach]] [[Go South->Hallway4]] [[Go West->Hallway6]] </div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayElevator.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceWorried.png> </div></div> <div class="column"> You sidle up close to the elevator, a relaxed expression gracing your face. That man appears to be of the [[Corporate Representative]] variety, and he is >Definitely< here for you. Play it cool. You press the elevator button, and throat out a wavering cough. ---- [[Play it Cool.]] [[Play it Hot.]] </div></div>

<div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayPassageForward.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png> </div> You are in the Hallway. There are exits to the North and South. ---- [[Go South->Hallway2]] [[Go North->Hallway4]]

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayDeadEnd.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png> </div></div> <div class="column"> Ignoring the elevator and the sinister man beside it, you head west. It appears to be a dead end. There is one exit to the East. ---- [[Examine Window]] [[Go East->Hallway5]] </div></div>

<div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayDeadEnd.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png> </div> The bright evening lights of [[Neo Toronto]] can be seen outside. ---- [[Love it.->Hallway6]]

<span class="title">Corporate Representative</span> The public facing humanoid tendrils of a <span class="blue">Large Corporation</span>. Artificially Intelligent Consumer-Facing Resource Managers are great and all, but sometimes you just need a big, mean man in a suit to get the job done. Handles "Customer Satisfaction", as it were. ---- [[You can't say you feel very satisfied with the service you've been receiving.->Casually Approach]]

---- [[Love it.->Examine Window]]

Wow! What a conversation! You enter the elevator, and mash the ground floor button as quickly as you can. The door just can't close fast enough. The man continues smiling as the elevator door closes. What did he want? Whatever it is, you want no part of it. ---- [[After a Moment, The Elevator Arrives in The Lobby.->Lobby]]

Fresh from the hell of conflict, you find yourself in the lobby of your apartment building. Throngs of passing residents fill the zone, and you are quickly lost in the crowd. ---- [[Leave Building]]

<<audio "bgm_dream" stop>><<audio "bgm_tension" stop>><<audio "bgm_freedomshort" loop play>> This is it. You haven't left your building in a while... It's pretty scary to go out into the world again, especially with all the <span class="green">Groups of Interest</span> with their eye on you. You give a hearty push to the door, and... ---- [[Proceed]]

<<audio "bgm_freedomshort" stop>><<audio "bgm_tension" loop play>> Oh god. Oh no. The door isn't opening. Is it a pull door? There are no handles. What the Hell is This. ---- [[Pull From The Edge?]] [[Push On The Centre?]] [[Push On The Left Side?]]

<<audio "bgm_dungeon" stop>> <<audio "bgm_tension" loop play>> <div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sinisterman.png> </div> </div> <div class="column"> <span class="blue">"Hello."</span> he says. <span class="blue">"You look... expectant. As though expecting something from me. Something got you wary of handsome men in suits?"</span> ---- [[Reply Coolly.]] </div> </div>

You crouch down close to the cold linoleum floor, and attempt to fumble your way past the Helper. The Helper's wild eyes follow you as you shuffle slowly towards the foyer. <span class="yellow">"Sir, you appear to be Very Small and attempting to escape. Do you require assistance with any of these issues?"</span> ---- [[Keep sneaking.]]

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<<audio "bgm_quiz" stop>> <span class="yellow">"Well, it seems as though everything is in order for the time being. Please notify a Street-Level Helper if you require further assistance!"</span> The Helper lumbers off satisfied, likely to bother another poor sap like yourself. Unfortunately, it seems like your location has already been compromised. You'll have to leave the apartment yourself, and see if you can get that meeting at Ronald's. ---- [[Indeed.->Hallway0]]

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You silently ignore the Helper's words and continue crouch-walking along the floor. Your mind is clear and focused, and your soul is burning. <span class="yellow">"We... Assist..."</span> The Helper goes silent. <span class="yellow">"The target appears to be under a Witch's Curse. No further assistance can be provided."</span> The Helper exits the premise. Unfortunately, it seems like your location has already been compromised. You'll have to leave the apartment yourself, and see if you can get that meeting at Ronald's. ---- [[Indeed.->Hallway0]]

<div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sinisterman.png> </div> </div> <div class="column"> <span class="green">"Um sorry I ate some, uh, bad... some bad..."</span> In the heat of the moment, you've forgotten every kind of food that exists. Your mind is blank. All that exists in this world is a towering enemy and your fear of him. </div> You say the first thing that comes to mind: <<textbox "$foodguess" "">> [[Enter.->ReplyCoolly2]]

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You throat out another, even more waverly cough. Well, you have his attention. ---- [[Act Natural.->Close Conversation]]

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HallwayElevator.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png> </div></div> <div class="column"> <span class="green">"The hell are you looking it?"</span> You proclaim, much too loudly. <<audio "bgm_tension" stop>><<audio "bgm_walking" loop play>> <span class="green">"Got a problem with this?! This right here??"</span> You yell, pointing at your own head. You smirk softly. You're in control. You are pleased with this fact, and do not try to hide the smirk that lurches onto your face. ---- [[Continue.->PlayItHot2]] </div></div>

<div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fucko.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/businessface.png> </div> </div><div class="column"> <span class="blue">"Who... is this guy?"</span> the man thinks. <span class="blue">"Is he talking to me? Why?? Why like THIS? I didn't even say anything..."</span> ---- [[Continue.->PlayItHot3]] </div></div>

<div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fucko.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/businessangry.png> </div> </div><div class="column"> Wait, does this asshole really think he's doing something? Is this an intimidation tactic of his?? Wait, this couldn't be the man you're here for, could he? This chucklehead? The nerve of this guy, he doesn't know what trouble he's in. ---- [[Retaliate.->PlayItHot4]] </div></div>

<div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sinisterman.png> </div> </div> <div class="column"> <span class="green"> b-$foodguess... bad $foodguess...</span> You mutter in a scratchy little turtle voice. <span class="blue"><<print $foodguess>>, eh? Had a big meal of nasty, foetid $foodguess today, huh? That's interesting, since my</span> <span class="green">Cybernetic Enhancements</span> <span class="blue">are telling me your stomach is completely empty. You haven't eaten anything all day? We should grab breakfast. You'll need it."</span> The man advances. You hear a soft jingle and a metallic rustle, the elevator has arrived. ---- [[Allow.->ReplyCoolly3]] [[Abscond.->InElevatorAfterTalk]] </div></div>

<div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sinisterman.png> </div> </div> <div class="column"> <span class="green">b... big man...</span> You mutter in your turtle voice again. The man says nothing, and whips out a small business card. <span class="blue">"My card."</span> He says. <span class="blue">"You have something of value to my employers. Let's meet up later to discuss the situation."</span> Received <span class="blue">Business Card</span><<set $businesscard to true>> The man leaves. His footsteps slowly fade into unrecognizable echoes. You're not sure how he left without taking the elevator. ---- [[Take The Elevator.->InElevator]] </div>

Noooo that doesn't work! Shit, shit! These stupid new doors! God, okay, okay, relax, try again. ---- [[Push On The Centre?]] [[Push On The Left Side?]]

What the hell, somehow that works?! The door flips heightwise upwards, retracting into the ceiling. Good lord, these architects. ---- [[Proceed.->EnterCity]]

Noooo that doesn't work! Shit, shit! These stupid new doors! God, okay, okay, relax, try again. ---- [[Push On The Centre?]] [[Pull From The Edge?]]

The last words you hear are some bullshit about signing up for a free trial of <span class="green">GamER'D OnLine</span>, and your last feeling is a deep sense of disatisfaction regarding the state your meagre life has entered. The life ends swiftly, and your skull is no more. With this character's death, the thread of prophecy is severed. Reload a previous save, or restart from the beginning. ----

You enter the elevator, and hit the button for the ground floor. You turn over the business card in your hand, admiring the <span class="green">Oceanic Purple</span> of the cardstock. You love a good <span class="red">Oceanic Purple</span>. <span class="purple">Applied Polymer Reasoning Inc.</span> it reads, with a phone number attached. If you really wanted you could contact him, it seems. You get the feeling he'll be the one contacting you. ---- [[After a Moment, The Elevator Arrives in The Lobby.->Lobby]]

<<audio "bgm_walking" stop>> <<audio "bgm_combat" loop play>> <div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="right"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/BusinessCombat.png> </div> </div> <div class="column"> Corporate Representative attacks! <span class="green">HP: 50/50 </span> <span class="red">Enemy HP: 75/75 </span> ---- [[Attack->BusinessCombat2]] </div> </div>

<<audio "sfx_hit" play>><<audio "bgm_combat" stop>> <div class="row"> <div class="column"> <div class="right"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/BusinessCombat2.png> </div> </div> <div class="column"> Corporate Representative was slain! <span class="green">HP: health/50 </span> <span class="red">Enemy HP: 0/75 </span> ---- [[End Battle->BusinessCombat3]] </div> </div>

<div class="centered"><<audio "bgm_dream" loop play>> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/BusinessCombat2.png> He's dead. </div> ---- [[Proceed.->InElevatorKill]]

You enter the elevator and press the button for the lobby, hands shaking. Did you really just do that? He wasn't breathing... What's going to happen to you now? You don't know. This day has been full of unknowns... ---- [[The elevator has arrived.->Lobby]]

<<audio "bgm_dream" stop>><<audio "bgm_tension" stop>><<audio "bgm_freedom" loop play>> You take your first step outside in a long while, into the fray of the big city. The lights are blinding, but there's a familiarity you can't shake. You're back, baby. Time to find that shitty bar... ---- <span class="title">End of Chapter-01</span>

<div class="row"><<audio "bgm_combat" stop>> <div class="column"> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/businessmad.png> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceMad.png> </div> </div><div class="column"> What the hell?! One little bout of Trolling and this guy's already off his rocker! Shouldn't he be a little more professional? He probably gets this kind of stuff all the time. You can feel some <span class="red">Gamer Rage</span> coming on, but maybe you should think this through before things get too hectic. It appears the elevator's arrived, you could leave instead of taking this further. ---- [[Be The Bigger Man.->InElevatorAfterTrolling]] [[Fight Him.->BusinessCombat1]] </div></div>

Wow! What a conversation! You enter the elevator, and mash the ground floor button as quickly as you can. The door just can't close fast enough. The man yells and bangs on the elevator door as it closes. You hear him kick it a few times after you pass the floor. You might have just made a powerful enemy... What did he want? Whatever it is, you want no part of it. ---- [[After a Moment, The Elevator Arrives in The Lobby.->Lobby]]