hereyouare | MAZE ONE

[You wake up on a cold metal bed in a room that is unfamiliar to you.

How long have you been out for? Why does your head hurt? Why can't you remember how you got here?

Before you find the answer to these questions, you might want to check out that hand-written note. There's one in every room.

Dear [NAME],

Thank you for volunteering to participate in the experiment. With your help, this project should be quite successful. My name is Huey Laforet, and I am the one responsible for this experiment. I will be here observing and the point of my project will be revealed by the end.

Your goal today is to find the exit. To do so, you'll need three card keys. However, to activate them, you will need the item listed on the card to move forward. You might not be able to find everything by searching, but certainly, there are other ways to get what you need. I've left them scattered about,

If you fail to escape by the time the experiment is over, you will have to participate in further experiments with me. If you succeed, then you will be able to successfully leave the maze.

I wish you luck. Try to stay alive.

-Huey Laforet]

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Not a clue.

I thought as much. It is a terribly small fort, quite quaint.

And what of you? Heading out West before you found yourself caught up in this predicament?

Out west? I was heading to the mess hall for a snack. What's with all the drinks?

To California, of course. It's as far west as you can go.

[pauses and looks back at the yellow, which has a card key floating in it]

I highly doubt those are drinks, but do feel free to give them a little taste test if you'd like.

Never been there. I'm actually not sure where we are right now. We used to be in Louisiana though.

They have shit in them?

Louisiana? That's at least a two month journey. It's impossible for us to have been brought here in a single night.

Maybe it was magic. This isn't exactly the first time this has happened to me.

[and you say that so casually...]

You've dealt with magic often?

I'm an angel. It comes with the—HOLY SHIT IS THAT AN EYEBALL?

[...I'm going to need a moment to parse whether you're really an angel or just utterly insane.]

...It does look rather authentic, no?

[ CAN IT BE BOTH? ]

I am officially weirded out right now...

[...Possibly. The possibility that I have also lost my mind, or am simply having the strangest prophetic dream, hasn't escaped me either.]

I didn't realize you needed to have such a thing officialized.

[a pause]

You wouldn't happen to recognize that, would you?

[pointing to the card key in the yellow beaker]