Mirror Image
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You've had your share of rude awakenings in your life, most involving your alarm clock interrupting a wet dream or just a much needed deep sleep, but nothing quite compares to the moment you wake up, in the dark, coughing up lung-fulls of slime. You cough, snort, spit and nearly puke. You can feel clammy slime clinging to you everywhere. You feel like you're submerged it with only your face free. You flail, find purchase on something solid, and stumble forward, out of the slime.
You collapse onto the concrete floor immediately and about that time your motions trigger some automated lights to kick on. Your surroundings aren't familiar at first. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came out of. There's a lot of complex machinery attached to it and a computer readout that says, "Clone revival complete."
That's when it hits you. You're in crazy Uncle Leroy's survival compound, in the bunker he built specially for you. It included a machine that was supposed to make a clone of you (complete with all the memories you had the last time you checked in at Leroy's compound), if you ever died or failed to check in after 30 days. Leroy called it the ultimate life insurance policy. You thought it was just a bit of fun. You never thought you'd need it. In fact, when no one was paying attention you played with the controls to satisfy your kinky curiosity. Delete a Y here, duplicate an X there, and the computer showed you one simulated female Carl-clone.
But you set it back the way it was supposed to be, right? You reach between your legs, just to make sure, expecting to find a limp, average dick and set of balls. But there's nothing there but a slight mound with a long vertical slit...a pussy. You have a pussy.
"God damnit, Carl!" you say.
[Please Note: this story makes use of variables to track player decisions, tweaking the text the player will read and opening or closing chapters based on previous decisions. While my goal is to make the story still coherent and enjoyable without variables enabled, there are already some hidden passages of text that will only appear if triggered by the right variable. For this reason, I recommend playing in Game Mode by going to the upper right hand menu and selecting "Start Game." I hope you enjoy!]
[9/15/16 Update: All game paths should now lead players to the bunker exit successfully without dead-ending. The adventure will continue from there for now, though other branches are planned once this one is fleshed out some more. If you find any dead-ends or variables that aren't working, let me know and I'll get them fixed as soon as possible.]
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