[X] Replace the BURNT OUT LIGHTS to earn brownie points with FATHER.
This is definitely a GOOD IDEA, but it would take some doing. You'd need to get a LIGHT BULB, as well as a more stable means of elevation than PLANTING POTS.
[X]==> Make sure your dad is actually gone before leaving.
You cautiously peek outside, keeping an ear out. You are just barely able to catch the BACK DOOR close. It looks like your FATHER has given up on finding you outside.
[X] Hook a branch and swing around a bit just because you can now.
It's worth getting a bit of practice in! The BACKYARD has a TREE that is much more sturdy than the small one in your FRONT YARD.
The first swing misses the BRANCH, but the second one successfully wraps around it, the CLAW at the end managing to catch the rope. You ive it a tug to confirm it's stability, then climb up the tree.
Phew! That was a nice workout.
While you're up here, you take a look at your GRAPPLING HOOK. Your parents got this for you when you were rather young, so its end has a set of 3 BLUNTED CLAWS, rather than a 4-PRONG HOOK. They were worried you might POKE YOUR EYES OUT if you had one with hooks.
Still, you kinda like this design for it. True, it may be inferior as a GRAPPLING HOOK, but if you need it to be a WEAPON, it'll be a lot more straightforward to use.
...That doesn't mean you don't want a 4-PRONG HOOK, though.
[X] Check mailbox
Well, enough youthful frolicking. You should probably check the mail. Who knows, there might be a chance your father left the BETA in there. You carefully climb down the TREE, and take the SIDE GATE out to the FRONT YARD, and check the mailbox.
As you thought, the mailbox is empty. Your father has beaten you to the metaphorical punch.
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The streets are devoid of life. Sounds of honking, rain, and a distant cape battle flow through the neighborhood, mixing into a listless drone. A familiar scent brushes against you, the smokey scent that dour fates use to keep themselves entertained while waiting to make themselves apparent.
It is your fourteenth birthday and as with all thirteen preceding it, something feels missing from your life. The game fate has stolen away from you is perhaps only its latest gambit, and as fate is wont to do, it has decided that today, a day that should be spent in mirth, every occasion of joy will be overcast by sorrow. For that is the game that fate plays upon you. You seem almost doomed to lose all that is dear to you, leaving only tainted memories behind. It is a game with only a loser – you.
You know that it's going to be a long, long day.
PARASNARED
A WORM/HOMESTUCK QUEST
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