Create your own adventure writing: 2 week update.

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I haven't posted in 2 weeks (15 days), but occasionally I have been editing my story. Here is what I have so far.

I wake up with blaring lights. I can't see anything, I roll over, back to the ground. My eyes begin to adjust. Im enclosed within a small room in the shape of a cube. I sit around in wonder and awe, because of the perfection of the room. Not a blemish or a stain. Nothing is out of place except for me, as if the room was not meant for my existence. My head and hands and tingling.
As I look around. There’s a sink. I get up off of the floor and next to the faucet, revealing itself out of the wall, is a dispenser, squirting two drops, of what I believe is soap. I scrape the goo off of the sink and onto my hands. It smells like soap. As I rub the substance within my hands, it seems to grow. Bubbles seem to appear, and the substance is multiplying within my hands. I panic and quickly wash off the unknown “soap”, and it runs down the drain.
I continue to scan the room. A bed, about a foot and a half off of the ground, legless, protruding from the wall, a couple of cabinets, an air vent, and various unique cracks down the wall. I sit on the bed. The material seems fake, yet familiar. The bed is uncomfortable, but I lay down anyway, trying to trace back my steps to how I got here. The last thing that I can remember is lunch. A box of Tony’s pizza, chocolate milk, and a small carton of orange juice. Friends. Laughter. Black. I have no recall of anything that happened from then to now. I need to find out.
I inspect cracks in the walls. About a centimeter deep and a few millimeters wide, enough to fit your nails. I look at my hands, my nails are perfectly grown out and cut, like a model. I've always bite my nails, I’ve never had such beautiful hands. The walls are full of cracks that make up different unproportional rectangles and a few circles, meaningless to me. I sit back down on the bed, trying to find a picture in the cracks, but I find nothing.
I’ve been inspecting the room for a solid ten minutes, and there is nothing. Only the essentials, no phones, not even a GameBoy. I get taken over by boredom. I slam my fist into the wall. Extreme pain enters my hand. The wall is left without a blemish. This enrages me, I dig my nails into the cracks and pull, the tile seems to be static. “Get me out of here!”. Nothing. I begin kicking at individual tiles, trying to do something, make something, get out. I jump on the bed, it doesn't move, I don't bounce. I'm exhausting myself.
I sit back on the bed, bored out of my mind, i’ve yelled, i’ve screamed there is nothing that I can do that will get me out. I’ve been in here for what seems to be 2 days. A slot opens to the left of the sink, along with what seems to be a seat from the ground. A tray of simple food is ejected from the wall. I jump out of bed. The slot in the wall smoothly closes, leaving the table and the chair in the ground. I stare at the plate. Tony’s pizza, chocolate milk, and a small carton of orange juice along with a piece of paper. A single line. It seems I haven't really felt hungry the time that I’ve been in here, yet now. Now i'm starving out of my mind, I open the pizza box, and begin indulging in the cheesy saucer. The chocolate milk tastes better than usual, too. Before I can begin to drink the orange juice I look at the wall. This table and chair came from the room, from the cracks. Each crack must have it's own unique use. I finish chewing my pizza and open my orange juice while inspecting the table. I try to push it in, putting my a bit of my weight into it. After a certain threshold, the table gets sucked into the wall, back to the cracks. The seat seems to follow seconds later. I hit the floor, and I feel a slight movement after the seat stops, a mechanism. Back to the bed, I must find a way to escape this sort of, prison. I have no memory of the outside world, or of how I got here.
I begin to explore the cabinets, which I haven’t yet thought about. Six doors, each door opens half of a section. I open all the doors, which are hinged all up and down the corners. The in nothing but a small white cube. I grab the cube. It can fit in my hand, the corners are sharp, I must be careful.
[Cube has the power to open slots in the wall. Continue with inspecting the cube.]

Plot twist, the entire story is a computer simulation, therefore, it impossible for me to escape, and i'm eternally trapped within a simulated world. This depresses me. I realize that my whole life is not what it seems, and I try to kill myself, but because the computer has full control, I can't die. Within my boredom, I explore around outside the room and manage to find a flaw in the system, where a lock was found (purposefully) unlocked, as I begin to remember my skills in computers I exploit the flaw and gain control of the “system”. This power grants me the ability to create or design anything anywhere, so i'm basically (a) God.

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Nice story, welcome to steemit and have fun. =)

welcome to steemit. I hope you will enjoy your account and keep posting your original content and the nice photos :)