Go back to sleep
Crank the hog
I think "What a beautiful cabin! I will then enjoy the warm comfy feeling I get from the warm sunlight coming in.
Then I get up, start talking to myself as if this is some super special event happening right now, and walk around to look for someone.
I check my person for belongings, identification, cultural hints, and if I am still “me”.
I try to find some books regarding occult knowledge. I read them until the dusk (I’ll possibly also try to find candles as well as functional matches).
When dusk arrives, I start to do something else: I’m seeing a feather pen, so it implies that there’s tint somewhere, possibly black tint as the feather’s base is slightly stained in black. I push away those chairs and the table, I roll away that carpet, then I try to draw a big perfect circle on the floor (possibly using that ladder as an improvised drawing compass. Inside the circle, I draw the alchemical symbol for Saturn, perfectly centered over a diametric horizontal line (therefore, an underlined Saturn symbol). I draw six specific letters outside and around the circle, spaced exactly 60 degrees. Then I take that red notebook over the desk, and I start writing:
“Regina noctis, Dea dearum, Thine is my soul.” along with other sensitive content that involves a red liquid.
Then I place the red covered notebook exactly in the middle of the circle. I recite a specific Enochian mantra and I wait until a shivering presence starts.
Rip a nasty fart
I open the front door to take a look around. There is another room of the cabin. I look out the window. It’s a painted scene. I remove it. More cabin. I panic. I look up the chimney and see another fireplace. I tear out a floorboard and see through a ceiling. All that there is, is cabin. I take my first level in Wizard. We’re plane shifting up in this bitch. It would be very cozy if I had the option to leave and return at will.
MASTURBATE
*the cabin is sentient
That just makes me wank harder.
Goddammit that’s what I was gonna do
based and rudeus grayrat pilled
I’m taking some of the books. Sorry.
Look around to see if I can rummage up the necessary implements to brew a pot of tea.
Sigh in relief as I don’t hear anyone saying “Hey, you! You’re finally awake! You were caught trying to cross the border!”
Get ye flask
You cannot get ye flask.
Kill Jester
A sudden urge to kill a foolishly dressed alleged comedian fills you to the brim. Unfortunately, there is none in the room with you. You’d have to find him before you can kill him, but you have your objective in mind. The first question is how you’re going to get out of here. The front door is locked, and the only hint of a key is the shitty drawing on the floor. Ha ha. Very funny, whoever put that there. What’s worse is that there’s no weapons here. To kill someone, you’d need something to kill them with. Well, you could do with your bare hands, but it’s much easier with a tool of some sorts, and the cabin is strangely absent of tools suitable for the act of murder.
Open all chests and drawers!
You have disturbed a mimic disguised as a jewelry box. It snaps and almost separates you from the fingers on your right hand.
A friend! =D
Relax for the first time in my life