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<div class="centered"> [img[https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bedroom.png]] </div> Bleary-eyed you fumble yourself from the bed and release a maximum-strength left-hook, beating the shrieking alarm clock into submission. The room rendered silent, you crawl back into bed. <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sleeper.png> The time is <span class="red">13:00 Hours</span>. Your <span class="green">Wrist-Mounted Fitness Gizmo</span> cheerfully lets you know that you've slept a brisk <span class="red">31:25 Hours</span> over the past week, the bulk of them last night. <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/determinedman.png"> <span class="green">"Welp, time to get up!"</span> You think to yourself. <span class="green">"Them's Doctrines won't analyze themselves!"</span> ---- [[Get out of bed->Out_Of_Bed]]

<<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 return your eyes from the screen, and assess the situation more effectively. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Continue->Bedroom]] <br>

---- cryptojems = $cash <<silently>><<set $matrix = [[false, false, false, false, false],[false, false, false, false, false]]>> <<set $test to 0>><<if $updatelastpassage is true>><<set $lastpassage to passage()>><<endif>><</silently>> <div class="code">@@.center; <<if $checkmanifesto is false>>[[Doctrine Manifesto->EnterManifesto]]<<elseif $checkmanifesto is true>>[[Doctrine Manifesto][$updatelastpassage to false]]<<endif>> Doctrine Matrix@@D<<checkbox "$matrix[0][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][0]" false true>> O<<checkbox "$matrix[0][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][1]" false true>> C<<checkbox "$matrix[0][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][2]" false true>> T<<checkbox "$matrix[0][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][3]" false true>> R<<checkbox "$matrix[0][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][4]" false true>> INOID </div>

<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>. ---- [[Make yourself a meal.]] [[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. <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/satisfiedman.png"> <<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.

You find yourself in the Parlour of your humble pad, which serves as your base of operations in your pursuit of <span class="green">Doctrinistics</span>, as well as your living quarters. Speaking of <span class="green">Doctrinistics</span>, you feel like heading to your <span class="red">Doctrinarium</span> soon. You left an analysis running since last night, and you're curious as to what it came up with. You feel <<if $ointment is true and $scrub is true>><span class="green">Washful</span><<else>><span class="red">Enfilthed</span><<endif>>. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[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> <<audio "bgm_calm" loop play>> <<audio "bgm_online" stop>> 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 <span class="green">Doctrine Analysis</span> 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]]

<img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/DoctrineFolder.png> A stack of personal doctrines you've compiled for canonization, none of which have passed the [[Board of Inspectors]]. They're just minor things regarding your daily life and immediate vicinity, such as niche <span class="green">Web Knowledge</span> and <span class="green">Doctrine Fandom Lore</span>. ---- [[I see.->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> <span id ="conditional"><img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/ComputerUse.png></span> <div id="myProgress"> <div id="myBar">0%</div> </div> <script> var i = 0; function move() { if (i == 0) { i = 1; SugarCube.State.variables.loadtimer = 0; var elem = document.getElementById("myBar"); var width = 0; var id = setInterval(frame, 200); function frame() { if (width >= 100) { clearInterval(id); i = 0; } else { width++; elem.style.width = width + "%"; elem.innerHTML = width + "%"; } } } } </script> <<silently>><<repeat 1s>> <<if $loadtimer gte 0>> <<set $loadtimer to $loadtimer + 1>> <<if $loadtimer gt 10 and $loadtimer lte 20>><<replace "#conditional">><img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/ComputerUse.png><img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/ComputerUseSweat.png><</replace>><<elseif $loadtimer gt 20>><<replace "#exit">>[[Activate!->Engage Doctrinespace 2]]<</replace>><</if>> <</if>> <</repeat>><</silently>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------- <span id ="exit">Please wait patiently.</span>

<<audio "bgm_online" 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.]]

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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.">>

<span class="centered"><img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/buddy.png></span> "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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[What the Hell is A Doctrinist?]] [[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]]

<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. Nearly all of them are work related... Various networking opportunities, mining sessions and meetings fill the board. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Ugh.->Check_Phone_Intro]]

"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 Decentralized Network</span> The <span class="green">Canon of Confirmed Information</span>, the continuous tapestry of recorded human knowledge stored digitally. The source of <span class="green">Canonical Doctrine</span>. Due to the increasing unreliability of digital information and the ease with which falsehood can be fabricated and/or replicated, <span class="blue">Geniuses</span> of the past devised the <span class="green">COCI Decentralized Network</span> 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 [[Devil Corporation]] compound which houses the <span class="green">COCI</span> servers exists as a Large [[Cube]] in <span class="red">Dark Los Angeles</span>. Every now and then, a slightly smaller cube is built next to it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[It is the rock on which modern society was built.->What the Hell is A Doctrinist?]]

<span class="title">v.0.1.0.</span> The current stable version of the <span class="green">COCI</span> 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">Binary Dating</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]] [[Access Jemscache]] [[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 [[COCI]] entries for connections between them, strengthening the bonds of truth through correlation and conjecture. You find both roles equally fulfilling, though few of your submitted personal doctrines have found much success. You've stuck with the analysis for the time being. 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>, and solving the complex logical problems that result from incompatible truths being forcibly lashed together. When a connection has been been found and successfully proven to <span class="green">COCI</span>'s standards, the connection is canonized, and the analyst paid in <span class="green">Cryptojem</span> for their service. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[It doesn't pay too much without a super-maxx'd rig, but it's honest work.->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_online" 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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<div class="row"> <div class="column"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/friend.png> </div> <div class="column"> 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]] </div></div>

<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. <<audio "bgm_tension" loop play>><<audio "bgm_quiz" stop>> <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. ---- <<if $has_sandwich is true>> [[Submit->Submit2][$virgin to $survey[7]]] <<else>> [[Submit][$virgin to $survey[7]]] <<endif>>

You feed the sheet back into the gnashing steel jaws of the <span class="yellow">Helper's Hole</span>, 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: <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/mail.gif"> ---- <span class="red">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. Meet me at </span><span class="green">"The Place"</span>. 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... "The Place" is likely that awful bar they love, [[Ronald's Parlour]]. 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 3099199580238973 5893074436767692 0443504972433275 3928848910871684 0027956828483892 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 9482738168731592 2652835698311555 8617441550964345 9442124059048954 0878527591147490 8355501092676890 9017711125721705 3511729091267512 9403188439217034 8892491589285674 7315866869207777 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. <span class="centered"><img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/DoctrineFolder.png><span class="label"></span> 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 further info, 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 old world bar of obscure theming. <span class="red">Zigguratfucker1900's</span> absolute favourite. ---- [[The things you do for the sake of friendship...->Show me The Messenge.]]

<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. <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sigil_cube.gif"> (Some effects may not appear correctly on non-google chrome browsers. It's not a major issue, but something to consider.) Click the sidebar to access save files and helpful information. ---- [[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 they share several of your interests, 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 ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_dungeon" loop play>> <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"><div class="code"> 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.</div> ---- [[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]]

<span class="title">Neo Toronto</span> Also known as the <span class="green">Second City</span>, a mid-northern hub of forward progress and worldly <span class="green">Crypto-Technocratism</span>. Nowhere is more connected, save the Dark Continent of <span class="yellow">X.L.A.</span>, the domain of <span class="green">C.O.C.I.</span> ---- [[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. A receptionist sits idly by, pretty peeved by whatever's going on here. ---- [[Front Desk]] [[Leave Building]]

<<audio "bgm_dream" stop>><<audio "bgm_tension" stop>><<audio "bgm_walking" 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>> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bewildered.png> 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 ":all" 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>> <<if $survey[4] is true>>Illicit Doctrine<</if>> <<if $survey[8] is true>>Named Names<<set $snitch to true>><</if>> <<if $survey[4] is false and $survey[8] is false>><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.<</if>> ---- <<if $survey[4] is false>> [[Indeed.->Hallway0]] <<else>> [[Oh Shit.->QuizKilled]] <</if>>

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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 ":all" 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>, your last feeling a deep sense of disatisfaction regarding the way your life has gone. The light fades, and your skull is no more. <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/ScaryHand.png"><br><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Killed.png"></div> 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> ---- <<if $hasgun is true>>[[Attack->BusinessCombatGun2]] <<else>>[[Attack->BusinessCombatNormal1]]<</if>> </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->BusinessCombatGun3]] </div> </div>

<<audio "bgm_dream" loop play>> <<set $killed to ($killed + 1)>><<set $killedrepresentative to true>> <div class="centered"> <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? <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fearface.png> You don't know. You don't know anything anymore. ---- [[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->CityBegin]]</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. <<set $anticorp to true>> 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]] <<if $hasgun is true>>[[Fight->BusinessCombat1]]<</if>> </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]]

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<<audio "bgm_freedom" loop play>> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Cityscape.png> </div> <div class ="code"> Well. It's not quite as good as you remembered. Well, it's not as good as your older memories of the big city... It is just as bad as your most recent memories would have you believe. </div> The sky is cloudy, dark as the <span class="green">21st Century</span> itself. Great structures of steel and glass tower above you. The sun glows a pale red in the sky, and the smog is breathtaking. A sad, shallow river runs through the drainage channel across the street. You think for a moment about your plans... ---- [[First thing's first, cover your tracks.->DestroyPhone]]

You hand the doctrine over to the megacorp. You are given the supreme privilege of being locked in a <span class="green">Gamer Capsule</span> for eternity, as your net worth skyrockets.

You hand the doctrine over to the government. They give you a pat on the back and send you on your way. You live the rest of your life shadowed by government agents with every step, barred from touching even a Scrap of Doctrine ever again.

You publish the doctrine freely online. You are killed instantly by a drone strike, but have many fanfics written about your heroic endeavour. Your name is honoured forever.

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Against your better judgement, you find yourself in Ronald's Parlour. <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/RonaldParlour.png"></div> <<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_lounge" loop play>> A handful of glum folks sit idly in booths and barstools, waiting for something better to do. You don't spy <span class="red">Ziggurat</span> amongst their ranks, and decide to join them in waiting. Might as well kill some time, if you're gonna be stuck here. ---- [[Look Around->LookAroundParlour]] [[Check out the Bar->to_the_bar]]

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The front desk, truly the [[Lips and Gums]] of the [[Landlord]]'s crusty maw. A dazed receptionist idles in an office chair beyond it. ---- [[Bother her]]

<span class="title">Lips and Gums</span> Sentinels of the mouth, window to the gullet. Last time you checked, you had a pair or two. ---- [[It's true...->Front Desk]]

<span class="title">Landlord</span> New type of <span class="red">Demigod</span>, dropped just recently. Overseer of a <span class="green">Building</span>. ---- [[I see.->Front Desk]]

<span class="title">Apartment</span> 3D array of dwelling units. Popular amongst the populace for their cheapness, as well as the [[Distance Factor]]. Quality ranges from <span class="green">Common</span> to <span class="blue">Super-Rare</span>. ---- [[Common is what was available at the time.->Parlour]]

<span class="title">Distance Factor</span> You have a distinct recollection of something called a <span class="green">Distance Factor</span>, and a pervasive feeling of vague importance regarding the truth of the phrase. Very odd. ---- [[Mhm, True.->Common-Grade Apartment]]

<<audio "bgm_lounge" stop>><<audio "bgm_freedom" loop play>> <div class="centered"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Cityscape.png> </div> You are in the Residential District. Nearby is a news kiosk. A few people bustle about, going in and out of apartment blocks on their daily business. East is the Financial District. ---- [[Enter Apartment->CantEnterApartment]] [[Go Up To The Kiosk.->NewsKiosk]] [[Approach a citizen]] [[Go to Financial District->City_Financial]]

As you walk east, a forest of glass and neo-classical architecture rises from the ground to meet you. This part of town is for the high-fliers, the financial elite and their places of gathering. <div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/financialdistrict.png"> </div> Several <span class="blue">Executive</span> scuttle about for whatever purpose. A <span class="green">City Bank</span> with a <span class="green">Crypto Conversion Station</span> is nearby, perhaps useful for getting some hard cash in your hands. <<audio "bgm_lounge" stop>><<audio "bgm_holy" stop>><<audio "bgm_freedom" loop play>> ---- [[Study the executives.]] [[Utilize Crypto-Machine.->Crypto Machine]] <<if $tribunalquest is true and $tie is true and $sausage is true>>[[Perform the Ritual.]]<</if>> [[Go to Residential District->City_Residential]]

You push yourself further unto the depths of the <span class="red">Darkest District</span>, the gleaming skyscrapers of the downtown core giving way to the grit-grease of the <span class="red">East End</span> complex. ---- [[Go Deeper.->CityLimits]]

<span class="red">Ziggurat</span> taps you on the shoulder during whatever you're involved with, having arrived a little late. <span class="red">"DoctroneLoverz, yeah?"</span> she asks. <span class="green">"How do you know my screen name?!"</span> <span class="red">"Your face is your profile picture. You got the message?"</span> <span class="green">"Yeah."</span> <span class="red">"Do you have the Doctrine?"</span> You deftly imply the possible existence of your physical copy. There's one burning question you have for <span class="red">Ziggurat</span> though... ---- [[So what's on that thing anyway?->Discuss With Ziggurat]]

<div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/RonaldParlour.png"></div> The bar is dim and dingy, with an unplaceable compound odour. A dull haze of tobacco smoke blankets the zone in a dreamlike fog. Your eyes are tearing up a little. The liquor display is oddly well-stocked for a place in such seemingly dire straits. The overwhelming impression is that of <span class="red">Age</span>. This dive has been standing for a long time. ---- [[Back->RonaldsParlour]]

You go to the bar. <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/RonaldParlourBar.png"></div> The <span class="yellow">Bartender</span> is here, as well as several <span class="green">Patrons</span>. ---- [[Talk to Bartender]] [[Talk to Handsome Man]] [[Back->RonaldsParlour]]

<<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_tension" loop play>> You have the discussion with ziggurat, and they tell you what the Forbidden Doctrine contains. They had been performing hobbyist doctrinisms as usual, when their computer found a strange link between COCI itself and Megacorp. As it turns out, large corporations have special privilege to veto additions to COCI and edit entries. They knew someone would find this connection eventually, and so set a flag to sound the alarm if anyone tried to upload info matching that. Ziggurat downloaded the connection themselves, sent it to you, and has been on the run since. ---- [[EndZDiscussion]]

You are in the darkness of the <span class="red">Ronald District</span>. What you thought was a parking lot perimeter-hugging the establishment was a graveyard of decrepit empty lots, their contents vanished or ramshackle from years of close proximity to a <span class="red">Pretty Suspect, But Not Totally Awful</span> Drinking Zone. You feel like the mass exodus of the neighbouring companies was a bit of an overreaction, but there's only so many chances you can take in urban planning. Being anywhere near such an uncool place is just too risky nowadays... ---- [[Enter->to_ronalds]]

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/morshu.png"> </div></div><div class="column"> At the corner of the street a little <span class="green">News Kiosk</span> is parked. The friendly fellow within yells loudly about the validity of his wares. A guy nearby is perusing newspapers as well. ---- [[Peruse Wares]] [[Talk to The Kiosk Owner]] [[Talk to The Customer]] [[Back->City_Residential]] </div> <<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_lounge" loop play>>

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/morshu.png"> </div></div> <div class="column"> As well as newspapers, the kiosk is chocked with tchotchkes and knick-knacks of varying value. Several ugly baseball caps attack from your peripheral vision, but you manage to keep yourself together. <span class="green">"What can I get for you, sir?"</span> he inquires. <div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/DoctrineFolder.png"></div> Your eyes glance over the wares on display. $3.99 - [[City Map]] $1.99 - [[Polish Sausage]] $5.99 - [[Political Hat]] ---- [[Back->NewsKiosk]] </div>

<div class="centre">INVENTORY</div> <div class="code"><div class="centre"><div class ="label"> CryptoJems <span class="white">= <<print $crypto>> </span> Cash <span class="white">= <<print $cash>> </span> <<if $hasgun is true>>Bullets = $bullets<</if>> <<if $has_sandwich is true>>Ham Sandwich<</if>> <<if $businesscard is true>>Business Card>><</if>> <<if $map is true>>[[City Map->CheckMap][$updatelastpassage to false]]<</if>> <<if $tribunalmag is true>>Dark Tribunal<</if>> </div></div></div><<if $updatelastpassage is true>><<set $lastpassage to passage()>><<endif>> <div class="centre"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/decor_1.png"></div> ---- <<silently>><<set $matrix = [[false, false, false, false, false],[false, false, false, false, false]]>><</silently>> <div class="code">@@.center; Doctrine Matrix@@<<checkbox "$matrix[0][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][0]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][0]" false true>> <<checkbox "$matrix[0][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][1]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][1]" false true>> <<checkbox "$matrix[0][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][2]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][2]" false true>> <<checkbox "$matrix[0][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][3]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][3]" false true>> <<checkbox "$matrix[0][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[1][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[2][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[3][4]" false true>><<checkbox "$matrix[4][4]" false true>> </div> ----

Fraught for a moment with financial worry, you hop onto your <span class="green">Jemscache</span> to check the current value of your [[Cryptojems]] stash. You find everything is as it should be, and breathe a sigh of relief that your <span class="red">Valuable Jem's</span> haven't been swindled away by some ne'er-do-wellin' punk. ---- [[Exit->The Web]]

<span class="title">CryptoJems</span> Future proprietary crypto-cash of <span class="green">Doctrinalystic Endeavourists</span>. C.O.C.I. uses a revolutionary dynamically-generated blockchain that quietly maps out the possible causes and effects of the current truth configuration. When a Doctrinist's computer finds a logical connection between C.O.C.I. entries, the connection is frozen into the database and the Doctrinist is rewarded with these Cryptojems for their efforts. They can be spent on partnered goods and services. ---- [[They have not been a worthwhile investment thus far.->Access Jemscache]]

<div class="centered"> <<audio "bgm_calm" loop play>>[img[https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bedroom2.png]] </div> A young <span class="green">Doctrinist</span> loiters heavily in a modest apartment in the depths of the sprawling <span class="green">Second City</span>. ---- [[Parlour]] <span class="black">[[Check Under The Bed]]</span>

You check under the bed. There's a gun.<<audio "bgm_calm" stop>> ---- [[Take it.->Bedroom][$hasgun to true]] (WARNING! This action constitutes <span class="red">"Sigma Behaviour."</span>) [[Leave it.->Bedroom]]

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/morshu2.png"> </div></div> <div class="column"> A collection of small pamphlets labelled <span class="green">"TOUR THE SECOND CITY! THE HOTTEST SPOTS!!"</span> hangs swangin' from a weird little meat hook attached to the awning of the kiosk. You're unsure if <span class="red">Ronald's Parlour</span> counts as a "Hot Spot", but that map is probably your best chance of pinpointing the location. ---- [[Purchase->PurchaseWares][$purchasedware to "map"]] [[Back->Peruse Wares]] </div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/morshu2.png"> </div></div> <div class="column"> Polish Sausage. A classic brand of meat from the motherland. Mostly harmless. ---- [[Purchase->PurchaseWares][$purchasedware to "sausage";$price to 1.99]] [[Back->Peruse Wares]] <<if $tribunalquest is true>>[[STEAL SAUSAGE]]<</if>> </div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="column"><div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/morshu2.png"> </div></div> <div class="column"> A loudly-coloured hat with <span class="red">"REQUISITION THE VIADUCTS"</span> emblazoned on the front. You don't know quite what that entails, but you are //certain// that you may or may not agree with it. ---- [[Purchase->PurchaseWares][$purchasedware to "hat"]] [[Back->Peruse Wares]] </div></div>

She pays you no mind. Some service in this place! ---- [[Slink away->Front Desk]]

<<if $cash is 0>> <<if $triedcrypto_kiosk is false>> You whip out your [[Jem'sDisk]] with a <span class="green">Dweeb's Flourish</span>, slamming it on the counter. <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/determinedman.png> <span class="green">"The $purchasedware, if you will! One Unit!"</span> The kiosk man looks over the card with a displeased expression. <span class="yellow">"We don't take that scrip here, sir. I can't feed my family with those damn funbucks!"</span> He throws the disk back in your face. <span class="yellow">"Come back with real money next time! Hard cash!"</span> You take your card and business elsewhere, grumbling all the while. ---- [[Exit->LeaveNewsKiosk_NoMoney][$triedcrypto_kiosk to true]] <<endif>> <<elseif $cash gt $price>> You purchase the $purchasedware. <<if $purchasedware is "map">> Noting the <span class="green">"Second City Tourism Guide 2011"</span> printed on the front page, you can tell this is a pretty out-of-date map... Perfect for finding a crusty old tavern hidden from the eyes of god! <<set $map to true>> <<elseif $purchasedware is "sausage">> You hold the sausage in your hand, testing the weight and balance of it like a trained professional. It suits your needs. <<set $sausage to true>> <<elseif $purchasedware is "hat">> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fearface.png"> As you place the <span class="red">Political Hat</span> upon your noggin you feel a great disturbance well up inside you. A deep, primal urge to strike down the opposition... <<set $politicalhat to true>> <</if>> ---- [[Exit->NewsKiosk][$cash to ($cash - $price)]] <</if>>

Needing cash, you decide to give that businessman a call...

<span class="title">COCI Network</span> You'll find out about it soon enough. ---- [[Back->v.0.1.0]]

1. Get Map of the City - Requires cash.

<<if $dunce_suit is false>> You go through the office normally, and remark upon the atmosphere. <<else>> You are paraded through like a clown to be mocked. <<endif>> You come upon the Executive's office, and are asked to enter. ---- [[Enter->ExecutiveOffice]]

<img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/DoctrineFolder.png"> Slowly, you key in the phone number printed on the business card. *Ring Ring...* *Ring Ring...* *Ring Ring...* The ringing continues for some time... [[BEEP!]]

The city's edge gives way to devastation. Ronald's Parlour looms in the darkness of the <span class="red">DeResidentialized Zone</span>. ---- [[Go Deeper.->RonaldDistrict]]

<div class="center"> <span class="title">Act 3 - Doctrinultimatum</span> </div> [[Proceed->LeaveRonalds]]

<img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/consider1.png"> <span class="green">"So //that's// the business..."</span> ---- [[Act3Start]]

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You are in the [[Academic Quarter->AQ_Description]], Neo-Toronto's centre of learning. The [[Old University]] sprawls across the east side, rusty-green copper roofs and frail old bricks dotting the roadside. [[Robarts Library->Robarts]] looms above it, its oppressive architecture at odds with the antiquated design of the faculties beneath. It reminds you a lot of the COCI building, actually. ----

<span class="title">Academic Quarter</span> Wow, you haven't been here in a while. Not since dropping out. It brings back a lot of memories, some good, some bad. Mostly they're just... neutral. Memories of doing the same thing over and over again, and stopping. You spent a lot of time studying, and a lot of that time went by as a weird, thoughtless blur. You didn't meet many people. ---- [[You hope you don't have to spend that much time here.->AcademicQuarter]]

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What's left to do is decide what to do with it... ---- [[Publish it Online!]]

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Beside the kiosk, a standard-looking guy wanders. <div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Citizen.png"> </div> A cigarette graces his lips, and a copy of some magazine his eyes. You can smell the ellipses on him as he waits for your <<if $choiceasked is false>>[[Choice Action][$choiceasked to true]]<<else>>Choice Action<</if>>. ---- <<if $tribunalasked is false>>[["Whatcha readin'?"->Customer_AskMagazine]] [[(Don't check what he's reading) "Looks like shit"->Customer_InsultReading]] <<else>> <<if $tribunalmag is false>>[["What was that magazine again?"->Customer_AskMagazine]] <<else>>[["This mag sucks, I want to give it back."->Customer_MagSucks]] <</if>><</if>> [[Snort and leave]]

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<img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/determinedman.png"> <span class="green">"We should put it up online! Let everyone know the true nature of the establishment!"</span> <span class="red">"That's not gonna cut it. We can publish all we want, but that info's mutable as hell without a register to back it up. If we want this info really out there, we have to add it to COCI manually. At like, the physical server facility."</span> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bewildered.png"> <span class="green">"What the hell! That's all the way down in California!! How're we gonna get there, we gotta be on a no-fly list by now, right?"</span> [[Continue->COCI_Plan]]

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A security detail patrols the perimeter as you enjoy some ice cream at <span class="red">Canonized Creamery</span>, one of several COCI-Centric tourist attractions nearby. ---- [[What's the plan?->COCI_planagain]] [[Survey COCI.->COCI_Survey]] [[Check out the tourist attractions.->COCI_Attractions]]

You hurl your phone on the ground so hard it practically explodes, sending purportedly-indestructible tempered glass shrapnel everywhere. ---- [[Great.->City_Residential]]

Thinking quickly, you backstep to avoid the shrapnel, causing it to hit you in the mouth instead of your eyes. <span class="red">Glass</span> was added to your <span class="green>Mouth</span>. <span class="green>Mouth</span> now contains <span class="red">Glass</span>. <<set $mouthglass to true>> ---- [[Finish the Job.->DestroyPhone2]]

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Your <span class="red">Common-Grade Apartment</span> looms up behind you, covering the grey sky with a slightly-darker concrete hue. You don't think you should go in here right now. ---- [[I See.->City_Residential]]

<span class="title">Jem's Disk</span> A loose USB stick containing all of your money in crypto form. This is, somehow, the //most secure// way to store this. ---- [[You show it to everyone you meet.->PurchaseWares]]

<img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/annoyed.png"> God, the foolishness! <span class="red">CryptoJem's</span> are hot! They're hot as hell! They have to be, or you've just spent your meagre life savings on a real, real bad investment. Which, honestly, wouldn't be the first time. Jeez... You haven't seen [[Real]] money in what, years? What does it even look like? Maybe someone out there's feeling generous... ---- [[Return to Your Quest->City_Residential]]

<span class="title">"Real" Money</span> Slightly less fake, relatively speaking. ---- [[So It's Like That Then.->LeaveNewsKiosk_NoMoney]]

You arrive at the shipyard, and sneak onto the leaving freighter. Fortunately, no humorous mishaps occur during the process. ---- [[Great->BoatRide]]

You get on the freighter. ---- [[BoatRide]]

You have a calm cruise along the coast, and enjoy a few days without internet. ---- [[In no time flat, you find yourself on dry land.->BoatLand]]

<div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/COCI_view.png"></div> In the outskirts of the city, visible even from the stratosphere, a lone structure dominates the horizon. A mish-mash of towering black rectangles rises from the dry earth like the limbs of a dead tarantula. <<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_world" loop play>> The Western Servers of the <span class="green">Canon of Confirmed Information</span> loom above you. ---- [[Approach the facility->COCI_Entrance]]

The boat reaches land, and you arrive upon the mean streets of <span class="red">Dark Los Angeles</span>. Following the signs of industry, Ziggurat leads you to the holiest place in all the continent. ---- [[Continue->GoToCOCI]]

<span class="red">"Luckily, I've been thinking about this. Rotating the problem in my god damn mind, 3000 dimensions. There's a freighter ship departing for California in a few hours, and we're going to be on it."</span> <span class="green">"Oh-Ho? What's it carrying?"</span> <span class="red">"Some kind of mysterious contraband goods idk, it'll probably be fine. Don't worry about it. Let's get a move on." ---- [[Yeah Alright->Shipyard]]

You still have to infiltrate COCI. How do you do it? ---- [[Disguise]] [[Sneak In]] [[Fight Your Way Through]]

Robed figures tend to COCI. If you had such a robe you could sneak in with ease... You could knock one out and steal their robe... ---- [[COCIDisguiseSequence]]

You mutter out an expression of Geographic Surprise, catching the attention of <span class="red">Ziggurat</span>. Your compatriot lumbers over to the point of interest, iced-cream in tow. <span class="red">"A Classic Vent... You're not thinking of pulling a vent maneuver, are you?"</span> ---- [[I totally am...->COCI_SneakingSequence]] [[No! No!!!!->Circle the perimeter.]]

This route goes badly. YOU DIED

<<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_COCI" loop play>> You arrive at the inner sanctum of the <span class="green">CANON OF CONFIRMED INFORMATION</span>. <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/COCI_server.png"></div> <span class="red">"There's a manual terminal at the centre of the facility, we can use that to directly upload the info. We just have to find it..."</span> ---- [[Search the area.->COCI_SanctumSearch]]

You do the challenge, and succeed or fail. Time to upload. ---- [[The Upload]]

You open the doors, and emerge unto the waking world. Waiting for you outside is a squadron of corporate mercenaries, and at their head a certain executive. <span class="blue">"We meet again, big man. I won't lie, you've fucked us real good, and we can't do anything about it except damage control. But boy, if I can't put you away for as long as I god damn want. So come with us real quiet, and neither of you will get hurt.</span> <span class="red">Ziggurat</span> gives you a worried look. You clench your fists. You really haven't done anything with your life except profit by and for a huge, horrible corporation, huh? You're barely a hero at all. You pretty much brought yourself back up to neutral with that upload. A stupid, heroic expression crosses your face, and you dash into the opponents. ---- [[Fight->COCI_Ending2]]

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Fortunately, you wrote it down in your <span class="green">Notepad</span>. Right? <<textbox "$uploadentry" "">> ---- [[Enter->CheckUpload]]

You have an uncomfortable limo ride with corporate goons. Eventually the doors open, and you are motioned to exit. ---- [[Exit]] [[Pratfall]]

You leave the limo with grace befitting a Doctrinist of your calibre. ---- [[BusinessEntry]]

Thinking yourself a joker, you give a humorous slapstick performance on your way out of the car. The goons are not amused, and give you a special Dunce Suit to be paraded through the building. <<set $dunce_suit to true>> ---- [[BusinessEntry]]

The Executive makes you an offer, LOTS of money in exchange for the Doctrine. He will not tell you what is within, but only that it is vital that it's kept secret. ---- [[Take the Money]] [[Steal the Money]]

You take the money. If you gave up Ziggurat to the corpo, the run ends here and you get the bad ending. ---- <<if $snitch is true>> [[CorporationEnding]] <<else>> [[Take The Money2][$tookdeal to true]] <<endif>>

You steal the money and beat up the executive. Time to escape! ---- [[EscapeMegacorp]]

You sneak onto the boat. ---- [[Get On Plane->Get on Boat]]

The bartender turns to face you, looking quite possibly like the most tired being on this earth. Behind him are the trappings of the bar: several old photographs, a large mirror, and a rack of odd liquors. <span class="yellow">"What's your issue?"</span> ---- [[I have a question...]] [[Ask for a drink]] [[Nuttin'.]]

A certain man, strong of feature and forearm, catches your eye from across the 12 inch gap between your barstools.The thick haze of the dive obscures his face in an angelic blur. You find something to like about the effect. Looking for something to pass the time, you chat him up. ---- [[Continue->HandsomeManProposition]] [[Opt-Out->to_the_bar]]

the talk becomes flirting. Eventually he asks you to come back to his apartment with him. It's a tough decision... You had a meet-up planned here already, but who knows when <span class="red">Ziggurat</span>'s gonna show up? And you'd definitely like to spend a bit more time with this handsome stranger... But again, that meet-up was planned... regarding something <span class="green">Very</span> serious, to boot... ---- [[Yes->HandsomeManLove]] [[No->HandsomeMan_RefuseProposition]]

<img src ="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/consider1.png"> <span class="green">"..."</span> <img src ="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/consider2.png"> <span class="green">"Fuck it."</span> <<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_calm" loop play>> The two of you return to his apartment arm in arm, it wasn't too far to walk. It looks much the same as your own, the same desk, the same walls. A similar, but not exact duplicate refrigerator to your own. You recall more stains on your version. This appears to be a running theme as you peruse the apartment, taking a seat on the foot of the man's bed as he takes a preparatory shower. Everything is so clean, the cabinets bare except for pots and pans... You feel... Out of place. A creature of the depths brought to the surface, blinded by the light. You kick your feet back and forth absentmindedly, and examine the photographs on the end table. It's a photo of two men, arm in arm together as you once were. You will never know their names. ---- [[Proceed->HandsomeManLove2][$handsomesex to true]]

It's 7:00 am when you finally arrive at the bar. You push open the crusty-ass doors, and enter once more unto the zone. <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/RonaldParlourBar2.png"></div> A few stragglers appear to have been here all night, while some seem to have left. More notably, one out-of-place looking customer has //arrived//, nursing an irish coffee near the back. Upon seeing you, they motion for you to join them. you know it could only be your pal <span class="red">ZigguratFucker69</span>. ---- [[Go up to them->Discuss With Ziggurat]]

You walk, bleary-eyed to where you imagine Ronald's Parlour once was, and kick open the door. <<audio ":all" stop>> ---- [[RonaldParlourLate]]

Your disguise works, and you eventually find yourself as part of a ritual in the inner sanctum. ---- [[COCI_Sanctum]]

The two of you enter the vent, and shimmy down the thin corridors to what you hope will be the inner sanctum. It feels so cool to do this, like some <span class="green">Big-Budget Tom Cruise Spy Movie</span> or something. <<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_industrial" loop play>> <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/crawling.png"></div> Not! Your back hurts, your nose is stuffed, and it's way too hot! This sucks! At least you're not getting, like, shot at, as you would if you hadn't gone through a vent. You feel like you've taken the safest, dullest route to get inside the facility. ---- [[Keep crawling.->COCI_SneakingSequence2]]

You search for an access point and get inside. ---- [[COCI_SneakingSequence]]

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You are rigged with a wire and instructed to proceed to meet with ziggurat as planned. <<set $l ---- [[City_Residential][$cash to ($cash + 100,000)]]

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There exists another district, lost to time. The <span class="red">Dark District</span>. It is hidden from the eyes of the public, listed on satellite imagery as mere outskirts. It is larger than all other districts combined, yet its voting power is less than even the smallest. It is a place for the undesirable public to be cast out and covered up. It is likely here your Dear Pal wants to meet. That place, if nothing else, is supremely covert.

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You decide to make yourself a succulent ham sandwich with whatever bullshit you have on hand. Like most things, it doesn't turn out quite as succulent as you'd hoped. Nothing ever matches the platonic ideal sandwich of the mind... You sombrely pocket the meal. <<set $has_sandwich to true>> <span class="green"> +1 Ham Sandwich </span> ---- [[A little treat for later...->Kitchen]]

You make a break to escape COCI. Servers fly past as you race through the winding corridors of the facility, each one humming with newfound truth. <span class="red">Ziggurat's</span> phone is going crazy with notifications, but there's no time to check them. <<set $cociending to 1>> Eventually, you reach the exit. Outside is a dismal sight. ---- <<if $cociending is 1>> [[Accept this fate.->COCI_Ending]] <<elseif $cociending is 2>> [[Accept this fate.->Best COCI Ending]] <</if>>

In the corner, you spy a blinkering <span class="green">Cryptocurrency Conversion Station</span>, suitable for all varieties of Cryptic Cash, including the Cryptojems you tend to accrue most rapidly. ---- <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/rotate_coin.gif"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/rotate_coin.gif"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/rotate_coin.gif"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/rotate_coin.gif"> [[Convert->ConvertCryptojems]] [[Return->City_Financial]]

<<set $cash to ($cash + $crypto * 1024)>><<set $crypto to 0>> <span class="green">Recieved $cash CAD.</span> Wow. that's less cash than you'd hoped... Did jems crash recently or something? God dammit, that's all COCI pays you in! Ugh, let's see what else you've got... <div class="code"> Ape'sGrind ---- <<if $apegrindconverted is false>>[[Withdraw->ApesgrindConvert]]<<else>><span class="red">ACCOUNT EMPTY</span><</if>> </div> ---- [[Return->Crypto Machine]]

You open the crusty old map, and search it for Ronald's Parlour. <<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_world" loop play>> Huh, looks like there's another district you'd never seen before... <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/earth_rotate.gif"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/CityMap.png"> There exists another district, lost to time. The <span class="red">Dark District</span>. It is hidden from the eyes of the public, listed on satellite imagery as mere outskirts. It is larger than all other districts combined, yet its voting power is less than even the smallest. It is a place for the undesirable public to be cast out and covered up. It is likely here your Dear Pal wants to meet. That place, if nothing else, is supremely covert. ---- [[Go There->City_Rough]] [[Consider the history of the city.]]

You failed. Loser!

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<div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/executive1.png"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/executive2.png"> </div> Businesspeoples are a flighty breed, and often too skittish to study closely in their natural habitat. This is a good opportunity for research! One appears static, while one appears in flight. Fascinating. <<if $tribunalquest is true and $tie is false>>Say, that one has a pretty nifty tie...<</if>> ---- [[Speak to Static Executive]] [[Speak to Flighty Executive]] [[Return->City_Financial]] <<if $tribunalquest is true and $tie is false>>[[Get that tie!->Executive_Tie]]<</if>>

You have entered the "Bank". Inside are two machines, one for normal people, and one for cryptocurrency sickos such as yourself. ---- [[Utilize Crypto-Machine.->Crypto Machine]] [[Exit.->City_Financial]]

You push open the flimsy glass doors, and enter unto Ronald's domain. ---- [[Continue->RonaldsParlour]]

<span class="yellow">"Ask away. This is about as busy as it gets for me."</span> ---- [[Who is Ronald?]] [[What's a "Parlour"?]] [[Nothing, sorry.]]

<span class="yellow">"What's your poison, friend?"</span> You consider the drink's... ---- [[Gimme the strongest stuff you got!->AskForAbsinthe]] [[Gimme the weakest little baby shit you got.->Drink_Water]] [[Do not give me anything leave me alone.->CityLimits]]

The bartender points to a faded photograph of a [[Clown]] hanging above the bottle rack. Some aspect of it puts you off. Its eyes a little too glassy, the facepaint a touch too vivid... You feel uneasy, and look away. ---- [[Back->I have a question...]]

He says nothing. ---- [[Ah.->I have a question...]]

<span class="yellow">"Nothing? C'mon, you got something to say. What is it?"</span> You back away slowly as the bartender's fury grows. <span class="yellow">"What, huh?! You keeping something from me?!"</span> he yells. <span class="yellow">"What, huh?! You keeping something from me?!"</span> You cower from his gaze, and slink back to the main sector of the parlour. ---- [[Yep.->RonaldsParlour]]

<div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Citizen2.png"></div><<if $tribunalasked is false>> <span class="yellow">"What, this junk?"</span> He gestures to the magazine. <span class="yellow">"It's an ashtray, as far as I'm concerned."</span><</if>> He flips it around for you to see the cover. "<span class="green">DARK TRIBUNAL MONTHLY</span>" it reads in heavy block letters, a crusty photo of a seductively-posed nebbish-looking guy lying just underneath. <span class="yellow">"The premier source for hot <span class="red">Dark Web</span> news", it says. It's just a tabloid." ---- [[Ask to have the copy.->Customer_GetMag][$tribunalasked to true]] [[Sounds stupid.->Customer_DontGetMag][$tribunalasked to true]]

<span class="yellow">"Hey, don't knock it till you try it, that's what I say!" He looks back at the magazine with a grin. "Man, you're not wrong though. This mag is //Nothing//."</span> <div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Citizen2.png"> </div> ---- [[What is it?->Customer_AskMagazine]]

<span class="title">Choice Action</span> Do not ask about this again. ---- [[Got it?->Talk to The Customer]]

You snort hard enough to rustle the pages of the man's magazine, and return to the kiosk. ---- [[This is acceptable->NewsKiosk]]

<div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Citizen2.png"></div> <span class="yellow">"Sure."</span> he says, passing you the magazine. <span class="yellow">"It's just nonsense anyway. A real <span class="red">Dark'swebster</span> like me knows an <span class="green">Industry Falsehood</span> when he sees one."</span> Received <span class="green">Tribunal Mag</span>. ---- [[Thank you!->TribunalMag][$tribunalmag to true]]

<div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Citizen2.png"></div> <span class="yellow">"I know, right? Good talkin' to you."</span> He returns to his mag'sperusal. ---- [[Groovy.->Talk to The Customer]]

<div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/Citizen2.png"></div> <span class="yellow">"Too bad, bucko! That's your weight to carry now."</span> ---- [[God dammit!->Talk to The Customer]]

You peruse the <span class="red">Dark Tribunal</span> magazine, finding it just as bad as you thought it would be. Yet as you flit through the pages, you can't help but feel somewhat... jealous, of these occult explorers of the darkest reaches. These chuckleheads are just falling ass-first into crypto and carnal pleasure, and you're here what, READING about it?! What happened to you? What happened to your //Vitality?// ---- [[Read further]] <<link "Avert your gaze." "$lastpassage">><<set $updatelastpassage to true>><</link>>

<span class="yellow">"Oh, it could never happen nowadays... It was a different time, a different place... The time was 3:00 AM, the place, a diner bathroom. That... was the site, of the Darkest Set."</span>

You wake up in a daze as the clock strikes 6:00 am. You spent the whole night tossing and turning... Your sleep was pretty rough too. You turn to look at the man next to you. Something seemed more alluring about him in that darkened, orange-hued bar. He seems too mundane, lying here in the pale morning light. He snores deeply, and you stare at the ceiling. <div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/virgin.png"> </div> <<if $virgin is true>> That was your first time, here in this apartment next to a run-down diner-pub-ronaldzone. You feel... <span class="green">Changed</span>, somehow. <<else>> That was alright. It wasn't the best, but at least it isn't the last. It gets you a bit nostalgic, feeling this way. <</if>> You'd listen to some music, if you hadn't destroyed your phone in that fit of gamer rage. He's still snoring. You pack up your things and head out. <span class="red">Ziggurat's</span> probably getting antsy down at the bar... ---- [[Head Out->LateToParlour]]

You decide your time is better spent elsewhere, and opt out of the coming epiphany. ---- [[I Concur.->RonaldsParlour]]

You gaze longingly at your mirrored self, and take inventory of your capabilities. You're about 3 and 2/3 cubits from foot to friz,

Corpusbones ---- [[Withdraw->bonesconvert]]

Yes! Of course, the novelty <span class="green">Ape's Grind</span> commemorative coin, celebrating the acquisition of 3200 acres of rainforest for private operations. Converting your <span class="green">Ape'sGrind'sCoin's</span> into cash has left you with a meagre <span class="green">5</span> more <span class="green">Bones</span>... What an economy! <<set $cash to ($cash + 5)>><<set $apegrindconverted to true>> ---- [[Proceed->City_Financial]]

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The bartender slings a chalice of foul purple fluid your way, and you grasp it handily, downing it in one gulp. Yoof, this is heavy stuff! Ooh, once you're used to the alcohol, it has quite a distinct taste... Like an energy drink made with rosemary and piss. Verbose, and argumentative. There's an underlying flavour of... unhealthiness. It sinks into you, deep and poisonous. Like soaking your whole body in turpentine. You feel like that's enough for now. ---- [[Thank you for the Grub, man!->Talk to Bartender]]

The bartender glowers, and hands you a miniscule glass of water. You down it in one gulp, and don't feel much better. ---- [[Return->to_the_bar]]

<span class="title">Clown</span> <<if $clowned is false>> <span class="green">DoctrineSpace.html is trying to access your webcam. Allow this action?</span><</if>> <div class="code"><<if $clowned is true>><div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fucko.png"></div><</if>> </div> ---- <<if $clowned is false>>[[Allow->Clown][$clowned to true]] <<else>>[[Wonderful.->Who is Ronald?]] <</if>>

The bartender slings the whole bottle of foul purple fluid your way. You grasp it handily, taking a succulent swig as you do. Yoof, this is heavy stuff! You slurp heavily on, almost choking on the bottle's hidden <span class="green">Complementary Little Plastic Guy</span> in the process. With a closer albeit hazier look, you recognize it as one of the 3 musketeers. You don't remember which one, or whether they have any visual distinction to begin with. Ooh, once you're used to the alcohol, it has quite a distinct taste... Like an energy drink made with rosemary and piss. Verbose, and argumentative. You pound back glasses of the devil's brew until you're a puddle on the floor. Deep in your consciousness, a dream emerges. ---- [[Onward and inward.->AbsintheDream]]

<<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_dream" loop play>> Everything is foggy... ---- [[Escape->AbsintheAwaken]]

<span class="red">"Well, we gotta get in somehow. Which is gonna be hard, probably. I'm just going off the amount of security guys outside."</span> They point at the <span class="blue">Security Guys</span>. <span class="red">"There's a few of 'em."</span> You scratch your chin in thought. Two immediate options come to mind, the possibility of finding a <span class="red">Secret Entrance</span>, or utilizing some kind of <span class="blue">Disguise</span> to get in... ---- [[I see.->COCI_Entrance]]

He returns from the shower, his waistcoat draped forelorn across his brow. You look upon him, once more blinded. His radiance consumes ye. The night passes in a white-hot blur... A tender kiss, a gentle finagle of the cleftal horizon... In this moment you are his, and he yours to do as thou wilt. The burning, unfamiliar light gives way to darkness, and then to pallid dawn. ---- [[Proceed->HandsomeManLove3]]

You consider initiating the assault right off the bat, and get a vivid image of your body being riddled with bullets. Probably not the best idea. ---- [[Mhm. Yeah.->COCI_Entrance]]

You saunter up as close to the perimeter as the barbed wire will allow, taking a peek inside. Several guards patrol inside the gates. A large sign reads <span class="blue">"Tours running every hour! Please visit the Museum for more information."</span> ---- [[Circle the perimeter.]] [[I've had enough of this fenced-off zone.->COCI_Entrance]]

Three little buildings sit idly beside the monolothic canon: the <span class="red">Canon Creamery</span>, the <span class="red">Museum of Canonized Information</span>, and the <span class="red">Official COCI Gift Shop</span>. All have long since closed except the Creamery, likely a popular oasis in this remote corner of <span class="red">Dark Los Angeles</span> They're rather depressing little constructions, waylaid out in the middle of nowhere like this. Do the owners live out here too? ---- [[Go to Creamery.->COCI_Creamery]] [[Go to COCI.->COCI_Survey]]

A jolly looking man stands behind the counter of the <span class="red">Canon Creamery</span>, the closest food source to the canon itself. Flavours include "Blockchain Fudge", "Objective Truth", and "Cease and Desist". Upon further inspection, the last is just a notice pinned to the freezer by <span class="green">C.O.C.I.</span> officials. ---- [[Order a cone->OrderIcecream]] [[Exit->COCI_Attractions]]

[[Go to Museum.->COCI_Museum]] [[Go to Gift Shop.->COCI_GiftShop]]

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You traverse around the perimeter, finding little of interest except desert and fence. Except... what's that off in the distance? A strange little formation out in the desert draws your eye, and you approach. It's some kind of ventilation station, piping out hot air from an unknown source. Perhaps this could be used to sneak in... ---- [[Yes!! Sneak in!!!->Sneak In]] [[No way. Return now.

fail ---- [[Retry->The Upload]]

<<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_hero" loop play>> The upload succeeded. The terminal makes some ominous noises as you wallow in your own heroism for a bit as the connection is added permanently to the public chain.. Your self-satisfied wallowing is cut short by a loud alarm, alerting anyone nearby to the manual override in progress. The deed is done, but the corporate world has //definitely// taken notice of your crimes. Time to get the hell out! ---- [[Run!->COCI_Escape]]

<<if $uploadentry is $correctupload>> <<goto "UploadSuccessful">> <<else>> <<goto "UploadFailed">> <</if>>

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You have to do something <span id="fight">\ <<click "fight">>\ <<replace "#fight">>fight<</replace>><<replace "#run">>run<</replace>>\ <<replace "#output">><<display "fight">><</replace>>\ <</click>>\ </span> the strange man or <span id="run">\ <<click "run">>\ <<replace "#fight">>fight<</replace>><<replace "#run">>run<</replace>>\ <<replace "#output">><<display "run">><</replace>>\ <</click>></span> <span id="output"></span>

you fightin'

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You crawl slightly forward. Lord, it keeps getting hotter... A moist wind blows your hair back and tightens your eyes. Every movement hurts, and there is no sign of release. No light, or even suspiciously-deep darkness at the end of the tunnel. You move your hand along and- //Squelch// ---- [[Oh God->COCI_SneakingSequence3]]

The hell was that? Some shit just got <span class="red">//Squelched//</span>... <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fearface.png> <span class="red">"Eurf, mm, sorry, I spilled some of my ice cream."</span> says Ziggurat. This place gives you the creeps, and you're relieved as hell to see an exit out of this place of madness. ---- [[Emerge->COCI_SneakingSequence4]]

The bartender nods solemnly, reaching back to the liquor rack and retrieving an opulent bottle of foetid purple fluid. In some strange parody of the worm found in a fine tequila, a lone funko pop stands grimly at the bottom of the bottle. The warping of the curved glass precludes its identification. <span class="yellow">"Gamer's Brew then. The <span class="green">Real Stuff</span>, not that legal fake shit."</span> You eye it up with curiosity, fear, and a bass-clef twang of gamer's lust. This might just be the <span class="green">Real Stuff</span>... Are you really ready for the <span class="green">Real Stuff</span>? Have you ever done anything that could even be qualified as "Real" in your life? ---- [[I'll take a glass.->Drink_Absinthe]] [[I'll take the bottle.->MoreAbsinthe]] [[I changed my mind.->Ask for a drink]]

You tumble out of the vent, and onto a catwalk high above the server floor. You're finally inside! ---- [[...Yeah?->COCI_RitualStart]]

Ziggurat sidles up next to you as you gaze down to the ritual goes on. Their ice cream is in near-liquid state from travelling through the vent, and they lap it up in a really odd way. People from internet are so weird. <span class="red">"So what's happening? Are those the bad guys?</span> You don't know how to answer with words, and give an unclear nod. The robed figures circle the monitor and chant strange incantations as it flickers on, displaying a quickly-fluctuating <span class="green">Esoteric Line Graph</span>. ---- [[Ignore the Line Graph->RitualEnd]] [[Attempt to Discern the Statistics [INT 1:13]->DiscernStats]]

Fearful of seeing something you shouldn't, you turn away from the ritual. <span class="red">"Not gonna watch?"</span> Ziggurat inquires. <span class="red">"This shit's right up my alley."</span> They press their face up against the catwalk rail, and enjoy the show without you. ---- [[Try to pretend you don't care.->RitualDenier2]]

<span class="red">"Woah, this is crazy! You gotta see this!"</span> Ziggurat exclaims, tugging at your shirt'sleeve. Committed to your path, you keep your eyes firmly shut. <span class="red">"Oh man you're missing out, they just brought out a huge line graph. It's really heating up down there."</span> You wish you could take even a glance, but alas, you cannot. ---- [[Resist.->RitualEnd]]

As quickly as it began, the ritual is over. Weird stuff... With the robed figures gone, however, the <span class="red">Inner Sanctum</span> is yours to explore. You climb down the catwalk's little ladder, and emerge unto it. ---- [[Proceed.->COCI_Sanctum]]

You examine the sanctum for a time. Serverbanks are arranged in countless, endless rows, all in service of the <span class="green">Blockchain</span>... It's so beautiful, the thought of it makes you a little teary-eyed. The moment is shattered as you smack head first into a door marked <span class="green">MASTER TERMINAL</span>. Well, looks like that's the business. ---- [[Enter.->COCI_MasterTerminal]]

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You are inside <span class="green">COCI</span>'s <span class="red">Master Terminal Room</span>. An enormous array of monitors dominates the wall opposite you, a small keyboard its only method of input interaction. <span class="red">"So this is the computer room..."</span> Ziggurat mumbles. In the southwest corner, your peripheral vision catches a glimpse of a hunched, seated figure. ---- [[Hit the Lever.->The Upload]] [[Pay mind to the figure.->WretchedMan]]

You delve further, and come upon something of note... Some kind of <span class="red">Dark Web Ritual</span> for <span class="green">Cured Dropsy and Financial Fortune</span>... <<set $tribunalquest to true>> It requires <span class="red">Flesh</span>, and an <span class = "blue">Executive's Beloved Tie</span>. ---- [[Something to Consider.->NewsKiosk]]

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You hate thievery, but the <span class="red">DARK TRIBUNAL</span> demands it... You pilfer it without a second thought. ---- [[Leave in shame.->NewsKiosk][$sausage to true]]

You place the sausage on the ground, and prance about it in a circular dance, waving the tie around in the air. <<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_holy" loop play>> You chant an incantation of financial dismay, and cry to the heavens. You feel At One with the <span class="blue">Market</span>. <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/annoyed.png"></div> Unfortunately, it appears to be bunk. You kick your copy of the <span class="red">DARK TRIBUNAL</span> down the street, hopefully to never be seen again. But as you walk away, a voice cries out: <span class="blue">"Oh no! Oh god! I'm late, I'm late!"</span> A businessman carrying a huge briefcase is dashing down the sidewalk, careening across the pavement without a care in the world - directly toward your ritual setup. You try to warn him, but it's too late. //Splorch// His foot collides with the polish sausage and it grinds under his heel, causing him to lose his balance! He hangs in the air for a moment, before coming down to earth with a bang. He lies on the ground for a while, sobbing, before picking himself back up and going on his way, crumpled briefcase in tow. <<set $tribunalquest to false>><<set $sausage to false>><<set $tie to false>><<set $cash to ($cash + 100)>> You feel disappointed that now you don't even have your ground-sausage to eat, but then you spy a glint of leather near where he fell. He left his wallet! There's gotta be a hundred bucks in here! You cry to the heavens. This is truly a <span class="red">Dark Miracle</span>. God bless us everybody. ---- [[Proceed.->City_Financial]]

That static one looks easy to catch, and tie'd-up like no one else. Tie city, this guy. He gives a tired look to you as you approach. He is waiting for someone, and does not appreciate the distraction. Like a trained ape, you point open-mouthed at his tie for a time. This goes on for a while, the two of you stock-still in psychic combat. <div class="center"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fucko.png"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sinisterman.png"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/fucko.png"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sinisterman.png"> </div> Eventually his constitution breaks, and he hands you the tie defeatedly. <<set $tie to true>> <span class="green">Received Tie!</span> ---- [[Leave with your spoils.->City_Financial]]

You awaken in a pool of your own saliva outside, with a splitting headache. You barely got through a quarter of the bottle before it got you like this, jeez! You're not 19 anymore, that's for sure... <<set $absinthebottle to true>> You pick yourself up from the ditch you fell in, and lumber over to Ronald's. ---- [[Go to Parlour->LateToParlour]]

You open your mouth and close it a few times, slinking away into the haze of the parlour. ---- [[Continue->to_the_bar]]

<<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_ritual" loop play>> ...But not alone. A strange scene unfolds beneath you as several robed figures gather 'round a central monitor, hands clasped. An <span class="red">Odd Ritual</span> is underway... ---- [[Gaze...->RitualObserver1]] [[Look Away...->RitualDenier1]]

If you got the good ending, you try to escape, but run into the executive and his mercenary goons. You are taken into custody, and rot in a labour camp. The bits and pieces you hear about how your actions have impacted the outside world are pretty vindicating though. If you got the best ending, you have one final encounter with the executive, having been upgraded into a supersoldier with experimental blockchain technology. You defeat them, and escape with Ziggurat to another country in hiding.

<<audio ":all" stop>><<audio "bgm_finalmoments" loop play>> There is only darkness. Wait... Nope, just darkness. You are finally alone. The upload was successful, and the mutability of <span class="green">COCI</span> now widespread knowledge. Some protesters demand we reduce reliance on the system, others that corporate interference in the canonization process be limited or otherwise prevented. Regardless, the wheels of change are in motion, and the meaning of truth in a transitional state once more. You, as you know yourself, are dead. That's just the business. You will never reach truth, nor will your children, nor your childrens' children. Your family line ended with you. But, in the hallowed halls of leftist fanfiction forums, your legacy will live on... And so, in the <span class="green">Darkness of The 21st Century</span> and beyond, there //will// be a sort of life for you. An idea of yours, something funny you said, that expression you made when told you were dumb as hell. There will always be a part of you somewhere. Not in the blockchain, but in memories. Your sacrifice was not forgotten. In the <span class="yellow">Soft Glow of The 22nd Century</span>, a certain doctrinist carries out the final year of their life sentence for fraud and treason. They take a bite of horrible prison sausage, and reminisce over their last year of freedom... and who they spent it with. <div class="center"> <span class="title">DOCTRINESPACE - END</span> Writing, Art, Music, Design, and Code by Benjamin Atherton Thank you for playing! </div>

A robotic voice enters into a monologue. (Enter into a humorous dialogue tree where you press buttons for various functions and just deal with call centre bullshit to get through to the executive.)

<div class="row"><div class="auto-column"><div class="right"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/executive1.png"> </div></div><div class="fill-column">The executive stands stoically still, surveying the financial core with an air of ownership. <span class="blue">"Look up at this colossus of the modern world and tell me you don't feel awed. That's the power of the chain, right here. This is *our* Great Pyramid. It's a testament to what technology can accomplish, when used intelligently. My $HTE coin's market price is up 2.4% from yesterday. Can you say the same?"</span> ---- <div class="row"><div class="column"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png"></div><div class="column">[[Wow, yeah, true.]] [[Attack->PunchStaticExec]]</div> </div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="column"> <div class="centered"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/executive2.png"> </div> </div><div class="column">The executive appears to just be running in circles... <span class="blue">"I'm late!! I'm late!!"</span> He cries. ---- <div class="row"><div class="column"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png"></div><div class="column">[[You decide not to get involved.->City_Financial]]</div> </div></div></div>

<div class="row"><div class="auto-column"><div class="right"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/executive1.png"> </div></div><div class="fill-column">The executive takes note of your agreement. <span class="blue">"So you get it too? The thrill of the market got you, eh? That dark mistress of ours... We're much like the <span class="green">Samurai</span> of old, are we not? Living so dangerously, on the brink of bankruptcy..."</span> He taps his gold watch, and adjusts his suit. <span class="blue">"For me, it started in my youth. My mother told me one morn, 'Son, you're special. You're simply better than the other children, that's just the business' she told me. She was right, you know. My eye for <span class="green">Deals</span> and <span class="red">Blockchain Truths</span> has taken me to the top. Or, well, not the TOP top, but close enough that those down below barely register to my vast senses. I'm operating on a whole different scale here. Have you ever heard of the <span class="green">Devil Corporation</span>? A giant of the tech industry, probably made the phone you've got there. Or well, considering its condition I doubt it. Devil stuff doesn't break! And if it does, their repair options are very affordable. And if they aren't, I'm sure they're top notch. And if they aren't, well I won't have to answer stupid questions like that soon! I'm to become the regional executive today of this ward today, as soon as my boss-to-be arrives."</span> He continues. Good LORD, does he ever continue. One sign of polite affirmation and he takes that as an invitation to rattle off his damn manifesto. Maybe there's a way out of this... ---- <div class="row"><div class="column"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceMad.png"></div><div class="column">[[Endure it.]] [[ATTACK->Glass him]] [[Abscond->EscapeMonologue]]</div> </div></div></div>

One might think from your job that you have gratitude, or respect, for the corporate world. In fact, for a long time now you've harboured a deep resentment against it, finally surfacing now in a physical outburst. It might have been the hours spent strapped to a chair, performing ineffable tasks for a digital monolith that dispensed meagre little treats in exchange for your young adulthood. It might be the day's stressors coming to a head, it might just be that you want this man to stop talking more than anything else in the world right now, driving you into an <span class="red">Primitive Gamer Rage</span>. <<audio "bgm_freedom" stop>><<audio "bgm_holy" loop play>> <div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/killerface.png"></div> This is it. You can put <span class="green">God</span> back on His throne! In an instant, you could make it all right. ---- [[Finish it.]]

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You hear a screech of tires behind you, and duck out of the way just as a fancy black car runs up onto the curb to block your path. It halts, and a pair of large rectangular <span class="green">Goons</span> exit. The way is blocked by these massive boys. Between them, the familiar receding hairline of a familiar face greets you.

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<<audio "bgm_calm" loop play>> <div class="centered"> [img[https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/bedroom.png]] </div> Bleary-eyed you fumble yourself from the bed and release a maximum-strength left-hook, beating the shrieking alarm clock into submission. Having completed your task you stand momentarily dazed. Still half-asleep, you brush your teeth and address yourself. ---- \>Indicate your current enthusiasm from 1 to 3 for the day's tasks on the provided <span class="yellow">Input Module</span>: <<numberinput "$enthusiasm" $enthusiasm 1 3>> [[Input Accepted.]]

<img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sleeper.png> You don't move an inch. God, you're tired... Reaching out one pale paw you grasp at your <span class="green">Cellular</span>, hoping a quick perusal of it will produce the dopamine necessary to get your engines revvin'. ---- [[Check the Date->Check My Schedule.]] [[Check the Market->phone_check_market]] [[Check the News->phone_check_news]] [[Exit->Out_Of_Bed]]

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<div class="center"> <img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sleeper.png></div> You grumble and snorfle as you uncover yourself, and stand up in your room. ---- [[Bedroom]]

<span class="centered"><img src=https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/buddy.png></span> It's a common pasttime/profession of the future. As [[COCI]] stacks fill with independently canonized information, the job of analysts is to compile and sort through <span class="green">COCI</span> entries for connections between them, strengthening the bonds of truth through correlation and conjecture. You find both roles equally fulfilling, though few of your submitted personal doctrines have found much success. You've stuck with the analysis for the time being. Doctrine Analysis is performed as a background process by your Yamaha DMX-808 <span class="green">Doctrine Matrix</span> card, cross-referencing each and every quantifiable info-byte in an entry with it's contextually corresponding byte on other <span class="green">COCI</span> entries and/or stacks, solving the complex logical problems that result from incompatible truths being forcibly lashed together. When a connection has been been found and successfully proven to <span class="green">COCI</span>'s standards, the connection is canonized, the corresponding segment of the blockchain considered "solved", and the analyst paid in <span class="green">Cryptojem</span> for their service. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[It doesn't pay too much without a super-maxx'd rig, but it's honest work.->Allow This Occurrence.]]

<div class="row"> <div class="column"><div class="right"> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/wretchface.png"> </div></div> <div class="column"> A wretched-looking man sits hunched in the corner. His jaw is slack, a world of darkness beyond his hollow eyes. A sucking, empty gaze that wants for nothing. He looks a little bit like <span class="blue">Dennis Hopper</span>, but only a little. Such is the creator of the great and terrible <span class="green">Canon</span>. <span class="yellow">"There is a world of devils in suits and ties, men with whips in their hands and gold in their eyes. It is the real world, above our own. It was not made by scientists or philosophers, but by the invisible hand of <span class="green">True Power</span>. It was only through their efforts that such a perfect analogue to the great frothing chaos could be constructed. It is the closest to truth that any frail construct of man has come."</span> ---- <div class="row"><div class="column"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png"></div><div class="column"> [[I See.->COCI_MasterTerminal]]</div> </div></div> </div>

Those last few questions struck you as a bit odd and specific. No matter, time to submit! The <span class="yellow">Helper</span> whirs quietly, and a flap opens on its stomache, revealing an <span class="green">Inviting Hole</span>. ---- [[Insert the survey.->Submit]] <<if $has_sandwich is true>>[[Insert the sandwich.->SubmitSandwich]]<<endif>>

Instead of submitting your quiz, you decide to cram your uneaten <span class="green">Ham Sandwich</span> into the deposit slot, smearing your hands with <span class="yellow">Mayonnaise</span> in the process. The <span class="yellow">Helper</span> doesn't take it too well. <span class="yellow">"GZRRRRRRKDRZZZNNNNNKTNNNKK"</span> it screams. <span class="yellow">"UN-UN-UNRECOGNIZED-NIZED INPUT RECEIVED" "ENTERING SLEEP MODE UNTIL THE ISSUE IS RESOLVED"</span> The <span class="yellow">Helper</span> powers down, and stands inert at your door. It appears you've defeated the encounter... Alright! 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 <span class="red">Ronald's</span>. ---- [[You exit your apartment, and enter unto your hallway->Hallway0]]

<div class="row"><div class="auto-column"><div class="right"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/executive1.png"> </div></div><div class="fill-column">The musings go on. You're almost at your limit here. You don't even remember what the hell he was saying for the last part of it. When the smoke clears, you stand alone, in the darkness of the <span class="green">Financial Core</span>. At some point your [[Lizard Brain]] must have recognized the danger, and guided your body back to safety. You shake it off, and continue your quest. ---- [[...Continue Your Quest->City_Financial]]

<<audio "bgm_freedom" stop>><<audio "bgm_holy" stop>> In an instant of mind-alteringly righteous cruelty, your vision goes black... And the <span class="red">Beast</span> takes over... Alone in the endless darkness of your consumed self, you wonder what that Other Being of Corporate Destruction must be doing up there in your skin... Regardless, your story is at an end. <div class="center"><span class="title">Judgement End</span></div> ---- <div class="center">Please Reset Game Experience.</span>

<div class="center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/punch.png"></div> This guy makes you sick! You politely take in what he has to say, and sock him in the jaw. You feel like a hero. The guy makes some strange noises, and continues standing there. Looks like that's done with... ---- [[Continue->City_Financial]]

You run the moment an opportunity presents itself, ducking behind the nearest building. You take a deep breath. Who knows what could have happened, had you stayed... ---- [[Onward->City_Financial]]

You attempt to escape, but the executive blocks your path. <span class="blue">"Well, fancy seeing you again. I was planning on dealing with you once I finished orienting our new district manager here. But if you're just going to throw yourself at me like this..."</span> The executive grabs you by the neck, and throws you against a wall. He's strong! <span class="blue">"Feeling my power? In the time since we last met, my arms have been empowered through <span class="green">Blockchain Technology</span>. Each of my blows are guided by truth."</span>

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<span class="title">Ape's Grind</span> A low-stakes Jokester's Coin. ---- [[You bought in early, that's all...->ApesgrindConvert]]

Ziggurat pipes up. <span class="red">"Seriously? I don't think now's the time for snacks, dog."</span> ---- [[Okay...->COCI_Creamery]]

You add the coins, eject your card, grab the <span class="red">Nothing</span> returned by the machine, and return to the streets. Let's go get those goods! ---- [[SCENARIO ANALYSIS]]

Stop right there. Rewind the hell back and supervise that crucial moment. Something was <span class="red">Off</span> there... Use the on-screen <span class="green">Eightfold Path Interface</span> to identify the <span class="green">True Nature</span> of the blunder. ---- <<linkreplace "Interrogate View" t8n>> What did you see? What is there to be seen? What is your understanding of the scenario? These interrogations form the basis of <span class="green">Understanding</span>. Before understanding the scenario, one must understand the truth of this world, and its Karma. All that you have done has led you to this place. You are someone who performs work for cryptocurrency. This is an undeniable truth of the self. You are someone who will encounter many digital hardships in life. What has happened to you is neither unexpected, nor unwarranted. <<linkreplace "Interrogate Resolve" t8n>> [[Attack->AttackCryptoMachine]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

Nothing escapes your gaze, you see through the trick instantly! With a high-energy chop to what you imagine must be the banking machine equivalent of a throat, you nearly break your hand. This thing stole your damn crypto card, and won't give it the hell back! You feel your anger rising... You have one more trick up your sleeve. ---- [[Give Up]->CryptoSurrender]]

You turn tail and dash from the crypto machine, the path blurred by your tear-soaked eyes. You have been utterly defeated. ---- [[Wow->City_Financial]]

<<audio "bgm_freedom" stop>><<audio "bgm_holy" stop>> You raise up your fists to rain holy wrath upon the cowering executive before you, but the sound of a car pulling up distracts you. From within, a voice interrupts your retribution. <span class="blue">"Ah, am I interrupting something? Some scene of visceral wrath made flesh? That sort of thing, am I interrupting that?"</span> He looks down at the executive under your fists. <span class="blue">"Look at you sir, that sort of beat-up look is hardly becoming of a prospective regional manager."</span> That voice... It's familiar... The kind of voice you feel like you heard at most 20 to 30 minutes ago... <div class = "center"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/sinisterman.png"></div> A higher-level executive steps out of the car, and enters the scenario. His lips curl into a frown of recognition. <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/businessangry.png"> <span class="blue">"You! What the fuck!"</span> <img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceMad.png"> <span class="green">"You! What the fuck!"</span> ---- [[Abscond->Finish it 2]]

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<div class="row"><div class="auto-column"><div class="right"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/executive1.png"> </div></div><div class="fill-column"> ---- <div class="row"><div class="column"><img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/HerofaceDetermined.png"></div><div class="column">[[Wow, yeah, true.]] [[Attack->PunchStaticExec]]</div> </div></div></div>

<span class="title">Devil Corporation</span> Vast enterprise of multinational conglomerates with esoteric whims, and heavy proponents of decentralized informational networks. At some point, a minor employee of theirs came up with the idea for <span class="green">COCI</span>. Their <span class="blue">Board of Inspectors</span> examines all submitted doctrine for possible discrepancy before canonization. It's an "open secret" that their methods of dissertation are somewhat unscrupulous. ---- [[Neat->COCI]]

<span class="title">Board of Inspectors</span> A team of odd seers, whose duty it is to examine submitted <span class="green">Doctrine</span> for discrepancy. If the doctrine is found in contradiction with the existing facts contained in <span class="green">COCI</span> it is deemed to dubious for submission. Theoretically they act as an unbiased selective party, but it's an open secret that their methods themselves are somewhat dubious. ---- [[Interesting->Review Personal Projects.]]

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<img src="https://homieboon.neocities.org/DoctrineSpace%20assets/consider_deeply.png> Off the top of your head, you know it was founded in 1793, and gained the <span class="green">"Neo-"</span> prefix after its induction into the <span class="blue">Global Cryptosphere Council</span> as a board member in 2013. Since then, thing's have pretty much been as they are now, getting a little [[More Like That]] every year. ---- [[+1 Intellect Score. You now contain "0"->CheckMap]]

<span class="title">More Like That</span> You know... Like <span class="green"> "that"</span>. You know? ---- [[Yeah...->Consider the history of the city.]]

You concentrate your mental power into a white-hot razor edge of reading comprehension, but it is still too meagre to decipher the arcane logic of the [[Ritual Line Graph]]. The most you can manage is a half-hearted definition of the subject. ---- [[You close your chakras, and move on.->RitualObserver1]]

<span class="title">Ritual Line Graph</span> A technique of Occult Data Management, utilizing prescriptive rather than descriptive markings in order to will an economic reality into being. Some say, "That sounds stupid." But, one might be wise to consider, "Maybe //you're// the stupid one." ---- [[That's Alright.->DiscernStats]]