chai's bad idea DEMO

{(masteraudio: 'stopall')}\ (align:"=><=")+(box:"===XXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[= ###[$title0[(char-style:(text-style:"expand"))[CHAI'S UNTITLED ALBUM] ]] (text-size:0.6)[(title is currently a placeholder!!)] (text-size:0.75)[instead of making it back to the hideout with korsica via her personal LIFT, she and chai are intercepted early by kale, leading to chai getting captured a second time. {//(link-rerun:'(credits & such)')[(t8n:'fade-up')(dialog:(passage: 'credsEMAIL')'s source, 'Close')]//}] --- (set: $tracklistTitle to "Demo Track")\ (css: "color: red;")[(dropdown: 2bind $tracklistTitle, "Demo Track", "don't click this")] {(link-rerun: "PLAY DEMO")[ (if: $tracklistTitle is "Demo Track")[(t8n-depart:"slide-left")+(t8n-arrive:"slide-left")(go-to: "disclaimerDEMO")] (else-if: $tracklistTitle is "don\'t click this")[(t8n-depart:"slide-left")+(t8n-arrive:"slide-left")(go-to: "temp")] ]} {(if:(history: where its name contains "track1first1")'s length >= 1)[ //thanks for reading!!// ] (if:(history: where its name contains "temp")'s length >= 1)[ //:)// ]}

fifteen-acres: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1106602298223898735/1108777284174876692/Portal_2_OST_v1_-_15_Acres_of_Broken_Glass.mp3

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###[$title0[demo track "disclaimers"]] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[=\ |= ###AO3 tags: * (link-rerun:'Interactive Fiction')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Interactive%20Fiction/works')] * (link-rerun:'Twine')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Twine')] (link-rerun:'Fic')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Twine%20Fic')] * (link-rerun:'Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Alternate%20Universe%20-%20Canon%20Divergence/works')] * (link-rerun:'It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/It%20Gets%20Worse%20Before%20It%20Gets%20Better/works')] ♫ * (link-rerun:'Chai Needs a Gift Basket')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Chai%20Needs%20a%20Gift%20Basket%20(Hi-Fi%20RUSH)/works')] * (link-rerun:'Mind Control')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Mind%20Control/works')] / (link-rerun:'Partial Mind Control')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Partial%20Mind%20Control/works')] ♫ * (link-rerun:'Chai is Controlled By SPECTRA')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Chai%20Is%20Controlled%20By%20SPECTRA%20(Hi-Fi%20RUSH)')] ♫ * (link-rerun:'Angst and Humor')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Angst%20and%20Humor/works')] * (link-rerun:'Video Game Mechanics')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Video%20Game%20Mechanics/works')] * (link-rerun:'Other Additional Tags To Be Added')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Other%20Additional%20Tags%20to%20Be%20Added/works')] =| ###Misc stuff: * ♫ = planned for later/not in the demo track * yippee for blunt force head trauma! * songfic in the way of "songs that play directly in the page"? * illustrated! (kinda. there will be more as we go) * there's passages intentionally "missing" that are "required" but rn i haven't decided how to show them, so they're not included here! |==| PLAY TRACK

###[$title0[track one: fifteen acres of broken glass]] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[=\ Some short time after finally hitting the bottom, Chai wakes up. He's bruised and busted up pretty badly, and squeezes his eyes shut further when the pain comes rushing into his senses. Everything hurts, but he's //alive// and that's what matters right now. After a few beats, he opens his eyes, blinking a few times to try and adjust to the darkness. With the lack of light, it's even harder to make out if anything's there at all, but in the distance several feet away, Chai spots Korsica. She doesn't look alright, all cuts and bruises and bent angles, and the longer he stares the less he's sure if she's even BREATHING and his heart starts to beat faster and—  Voices start to filter into his ears, echoing in the dark alongside metal footsteps. Chai perks up for a moment, thinking Pep and Mac and CNMN had found them– but as the voices get clearer, the hope for familiar faces is replaced by a building panic. $clicktrack[{(link-repeat: 'Aperture Science Psychoacoustics Laboratory<br> 15 Acres of Broken Glass<br> Portal 2 OST Volume 1<br> Valve Corporation')[\ (unless: (track: 'fifteen-acres', 'isplaying'))[\ (track: 'fifteen-acres', 'volume', 0.2)\ (track: 'fifteen-acres', 'play')\ (track: 'fifteen-acres', 'fadeout', 300)]]}] ...and a backing track that just seems to amplify the creep-factor of the dark tunnel.  Chai looks away from Korsica, turning an ear and eye towards the external noise. It's too dark to make out any visuals, but sound is something he's pretty good at. If he can pinpoint what bots are coming from their voice banks, maybe he can form a plan... He's sure fought enough of the damn things to start picking up on the different voices the different models have. No matter what's coming though, he HAS to keep them away from Korsica; that's about all he can do for her right now.  The footsteps steadily get louder, closer, and Chai knows he doesn't have a lot of time. He shuts his eyes, rolls his shoulders in preparation, then tries to push himself off the ground. He barely manages to sit up– everything HURTS– but the grunt of pain he lets out makes the steps pause.  $thoughts[Shit,] he thinks as one of the bots speaks up louder.  "$botspeak[—shut up, //shut up!// I heard something.]" Chai shuts his mouth tight and holds his breath, the only thing keeping him in his upright position being his Armstrong limb. The other arm shakes something crazy, but at least it doesn't creak. There's a beat of silence, then a second one responds. "$botspeak[You THINK you heard something,]" that other voice complains, the voicebank accented, "$botspeak[I'm telling you, we're not gonna find anything down here but scrap metal and dust.]" "$botspeak[And I'M telling YOU, //I heard something,//]" the first one, definitely a SBR, repeats with emphasis. "$botspeak[Just shine your damn light already.]" "$botspeak[Whatever. Fine!]" The GNR snaps back. "$botspeak[And when we don't find anything, YOU can report back to Kale about how your auditory processing is broken.]" If this was any other situation, Chai might find the banter between the robots kinda funny– but Korsica could be dying and that sorta ruins any comedic effect it could have on him. No other voices speak up after that, so at least he's only up against a couple of the basic guys. That's probably the only good thing to happen right now.  Clenching his teeth, Chai shifts so he doesn't have to rely on his arm to hold him up any longer. He sways for a moment, putting a hand to his head to try and calm the vertigo, then looks into the darkness where he hears the bots coming from. A small light shines in his eyes, but he seems to be just out of reach of it... for now. The bots squabble a bit more, the light swinging around as they gesture while walking. Chai takes in a quiet breath, steadying himself, then attempts to get up while they're still too far to see him. Palms to the ground, he pushes himself up to one knee, then up from there. He nearly falls over once he's upright though, legs almost too sore to carry his weight. He tries not to think about the pain, forcing it onto the back-burner of his mind as the beat in his player picks up. He really doesn't have a lot of time. He squints, trying to search the ground around him for his grabber, but all he finds are broken pieces of Korsica's batons. There's not even enough scrap around for his custom to have fallen apart here, and that alone makes him nervous.  Head pounding, Chai tries to think back to before they fell. He pointed it at Kale's giant robot, then Peppermint started talking so he lowered it, then he went for Korsica because the light cannons went off, and... <img src="https://hifirush.neocities.org/chai/track1img1.png" style="max-width: 100%;"> "//Fuck.//" The word slips out without a thought, //just// loud enough to be damning.  "$botspeak[There! Come on, move faster— if they're still alive and they get away, Kale will turn US into scrap!]" The GNR doesn't respond; instead, both sets of footsteps turn into running, and the light cannon starts humming with power. Chai glances between the approaching noise and Korsica a few times, beat pounding in his ears, then makes a decision. Light shines on him as he grabs the least broken piece of baton he can find and holds it out in front of him like a weapon. None of the scraps on the ground move an inch to help him– he's on his own.  "$botspeak[Freeze, defect!]" The bots finally make it to him, and the only hope Chai has is that they leave Korsica alone. The charged energy cannon is pointed directly at him, but at least the light isn't in his eyes anymore. "$botspeak[Drop the weapon!]" The GNR demands. "Make me." Chai narrows his eyes and grips the stick tighter, shifting to a fighting stance. The bots share a quick glance. "$botspeak[It's never easy with this guy,]" The SBR sighs with a shake of the head, then points their sword at him like a command. The GNR fires their laser, and though every bone in his body protests, Chai pushes himself to dash out of the way. The beam shoots past him, beyond Korsica, then sizzles out as the cannon runs out of charge. Chai stumbles to a stop, panting as he tries to catch his breath again. He's too banged up to keep at this for long, but if he can just take out the cannon guy...  "Hah," Chai lets out a pained laugh, "even when I'm fucked up, I can still— //whoa!//" He spins around last second to parry the SBR coming at him with Korsica's stick, and the only reason he gets the bot to stumble back is the force in his robotic arm. Chai counts the beats under his breath as he moves in time, anticipating the laser to come and trying to get out of the way before it's done charging. The GNR tries to follow him with the beam, but misses him by a hair when it fires. It shoots over Korsica's body and fizzles out again. Chai lets out a breath that it didn't hit her, but he NEEDS to be more careful. As the light cannon starts charging again, Chai sidesteps the SBR coming at him and goes directly for the GNR. "$botspeak[Hey!]" they shout, "$botspeak[Get back here!]" Instead of doing //that//, Chai gets in dangerously close to the cannon and does an even stupider thing: he sticks his tongue out at them.  Though the bot is confused, the cannon still fires, this time meeting it's target head-on. Chai tries to parry, but the baton doesn't shield him and he goes flying back when the beam hits. He crashes into the SBR unit on his way, and both of them hit the wall. Chai loses his grip on the stick, and it hits the ground as he falls forward onto his hands and knees. The SBR behind him is dazed, but the GNR steps towards him with its cannon trained on his face when he looks up. Chai gives the bot a nervous grin, squinting in the light. He doesn't get a response. Footsteps sound from behind him, but he doesn't even get the chance to turn around before something heavy and blunt smacks him in the head. Chai goes down and blacks out again, falling over with a thud. (t8n-depart:"slide-left")+(t8n-arrive:"slide-left")[[NEXT->titlepage]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"===XXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[=\ ###[$title0[(char-style:(text-style:"expand"))[CREDITS AND STUFF] ]] • • • • • • (text-size:0.75)[=\ {interactive (link-rerun:"hi-fi rush")[(open-url:"https://bethesda.net/en-US/game/hifirush")] ''fanfiction'' written and coded by (link-rerun:"chai")[(open-url:"https://justsomechai.tumblr.com/")] in (link-rerun:"twine")[(open-url:"https://twinery.org/")] using the (link-rerun:"harlowe audio library")[(open-url:"https://twinelab.net/harlowe-audio/#/")]!} { all illustrations are drawn by (link-rerun:"chai")[(open-url:"https://justsomechai.tumblr.com/")]} (size:0.9)[• • • • • •] $title0[ ###albums used in this project: ] //portal 2 OST// - the valve corporation yeah that's it! this is only a demo. (size:0.9)[• • • • • •] (link-undo:'GO BACK')

$emailtext[=\ ##YOU JUST LOST THE GAME ^^Email sent from Chai@vandelaytechnologies to YOU^^ i told you not to click it, so you can't complain :P this is just a placeholder passage cuz i needed a second dropdown option. it isn't meant to be seen, it's only temporary and doesn't even exist in the real project! anyway, while you're here and cuz i need more placeholder text: there's like 4 hidden passages in this demo that are impossible to get to :9 one is 2 pov's i need to condense into one somehow, another is bots pov that i'm not sure how to add in but kinda need to, and the other 2 are just unfinished parts of track 1 cuz i didn't wanna delete them. hope you enjoy the demo!! -Chai

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They hit the ground, and pass out on impact.\ (hidden:)|t1hidden1-p8>[ --- "(text-style:"bold","italic")[CHAI!]" (808 spends an agonizingly slow half-second deciding whether to go after Chai or to save his grabber as Peppermint screams, but ultimately goes for the tool. Hopefully their synchronization is enough to find him. She shifts to cat form to pick it up in her mouth, then immediately dashes out of view before Kale can see her. Unfortunately, she loses sight of Chai in the darkness, making the entire team nervous.)] (hidden:)|t1hidden2-k>[ --- (The LIFT flies off the rails, flipping over and breaking into pieces as it gets further into the tunnel. There's a distant explosion when it finally lands, leaving hot debris all over. Kale mutters to himself, still speaking through the bot.) "$intercom[ "You're fired"? ...Oh, OH, should have used the flamethrower! What a waste.]" (Instead of turning to leave, the CH-AS1R looks around, canons lowering hesitantly as Kale searches for any organic remains. A smaller platform approaches from the side track, carrying just a few smaller bots– some SBR-001s, GNR-020s, and a few AIR-1Ns. Kale turns the CH-AS1R towards them and barks orders.) "$intercom[Find the bodies– make SURE they're dead. If either one is still breathing, you bring them back to ME. Got it?]" (There's a wave of immediate affirmation before the bots scatter off the platform and into the abyss on either side of the rails. The SBR and GNR units use the AIR-1Ns to get safely to the bottom of the tunnels, then the bots buddy up and split.)]\ NEXT

###[$title0[track one: fifteen acres of broken glass]] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[=\ "//Yeesh...//" the SBR says. "Now where's the other one?" The two units look around, GNR shining their light around until they spot Korsica. Cannon guy goes over and nudges her with a foot, waiting a few seconds. When she doesn't react, the bots share a look and shrug. "If she's dead, just leave her. Kale only wants them if they're still breathing," the SBR bends down, grabbing Chai by the wrists. "Now help me carry this one." ''GNR:'' (Some kind of slightly irritated yet affirmative response.) The bots pick Chai up– very poorly, considering they barely have 3 hands between them– and start walking back the way they came. (t8n-depart:"slide-left")+(t8n-arrive:"slide-left")[[CHAI->track1two1 CHAI]] / (t8n-depart:"slide-left")+(t8n-arrive:"slide-left")[[KORSICA->track1two1 KORS]]

###[$title0[intro: the climb]] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[=\ "See? Everything works out in the end!" Chai says to 808 and his companions listening through her as the LIFT starts moving. Before he can say anything else, or his friends can respond, the sound of Korsica readying her batons causes Chai to nearly jump out of his skin. He turns around slowly to see her awake and upright. $thoughts[Uh oh.]  Weapons out and keeping her distance, Korsica eyes him as she speaks, "You were right about SPECTRA— but I'll handle it my own way." "We don't have to fight!" Chai waves his hands around like a shake of the head. "You can help us!" Instead of an answer from her, the intercom system on the LIFT starts up. "$intercom[Oh, Korsica...]" Kale's voice filters in, sounding heavily disappointed, "$intercom[You're just not good at your job.]" "//—Kale?//"  $thoughts[Well, there goes OUR conversation,] Chai thinks with a frown as Korsica lowers her weapons in shock. She looks past him, and Chai turns around halfway to see a holographic projection of Kale flicker to life behind him. The CEO gestures while he speaks to her, largely ignoring Chai. "$intercom[Bypassing MY security to access secret SPECTRA files... //Big// no-no.]" "Why would you hide the truth from me?" Korsica sounds bewildered, and Kale just scoffs. "$intercom[I need people //trusting// my vision.]" His tone is the verbal equivalent of someone rolling their eyes. "$intercom[You failed //that// test.]" "What?!" Chai shifts his stance to something more battle-ready, but doesn't take out his weapon just yet. He interrupts instead, staring directly at the hologram. "I won't let you build an army of mindless Vandelay soldiers!" "$intercom[Wh–? What are you talking about? That's not my plan, it—]" Kale cuts himself off, letting out an irritated sigh instead of continuing. The projection shakes its head, rubbing his temples, and Chai points a finger in its direction. "Just drop it, Kale. We're coming after you." The CEO looks down at him, moving his hand out of the way to raise a brow. Suddenly, he looks a lot more smug than he had been. "$intercom[Actually, it's funny because, see, I'm coming after YOU.]" He pauses for what must be dramatic effect as the entire LIFT shakes suddenly, throwing Chai and Korsica off-balance and nearly to the floor. Something massive grabs a hold of the platform from behind, and the two share a worried look. "$intercom[//Literally//.]"  Kale gives them a smirk, but it goes ignored as they quickly make their way to the open back of the LIFT to check the problem for themselves. The robot– CH-AS1R, as written on it's arm– is huge, and Chai whips out his guitar on instinct, psyching himself up for the worst. 808 hops off his shoulder and into ball form as Korsica looks between him and the CH-AS1R. "$intercom[You'd never understand the sheer potential of SPECTRA.]" Kale speaks through the bot now, voice booming in the empty tunnel. Korsica, brave soul she is, speaks up against him. "//Potential?//" she exclaims, "//What// potential? You're controlling the consumers!" "$intercom[It's not //control!// I'm FREEING them.]" The offense in Kale's tone would make him laugh, but the statement itself has Chai rolling his eyes. He points his guitar at the bot acting in the CEO's place and disrupts their conversation, putting the focus on him. "That's not how //I// see it." "$intercom[Tch. I don't need to explain myself to a //defect//. What could you POSSIBLY do besides hit things with a guitar?]" "Uhh," Chai stumbles on his words, saying the first thing that comes to mind, "kick ass and take names?" "$intercom[Ugh, as if you couldn't get MORE annoying... I'm done with this.]" Arms on the back of the CH-AS1R lift up high, starting to charge the energy cannons in its palms. Korsica raises her sticks again, readying herself for a fight as Peppermint's voice comes out of 808's speakers. The cat-orb floats in front of Chai to grab his attention. "//Forget the password, Chai! Get out of there!//" "What!? No way! Not after all this!" Chai shakes his head, and Peppermint sounds shocked as she tries to question him. "//What do (text-style:'blur')[you mean,] (text-style:'blurrier')[NO—?!]//(text-style:'blurrier')[ "] Unfortunately, she gets drowned out mid-sentence by Kale's amplified voice.  "$intercomBIG[And as for you, Korsica? You're fired.]" The light cannons go off first, and it's like everything moves in slow motion for Chai. He lunges towards Korsica, dropping his guitar and reaching towards her with both arms outstretched as he yells. (size:1)[//"Korsica, watch out!"//] He grabs her and they go tumbling off the side of the platform, right as the beams hit where Korsica was just standing. Chai only [hears] the destruction that follows, but the sounds fade fast as the two fall into the darkness. The further they drop, the more Chai is convinced maybe they WON'T make it out of this unscathed. Hopefully the team can find them after this...  They hit the ground, and pass out on impact. (t8n-depart:"slide-left")+(t8n-arrive:"slide-left")[[CHAI->track1first1]]

{(masteraudio: 'stopall')}\ ###[$title0[track one: fifteen acres of broken glass]] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[=\ (When Chai wakes up again, it's //not// in the safety of the hideout. He doesn't even have to open his eyes to figure that out– the beeping and whirring of machinery around him is a far cry from the more ambient noise of Peppermint's place. Plus, whatever he's laying on is NOT a nice, comfortable couch. It's hard and cold, and trying to move around into a better position is futile as pain rushes back into his system. He groans, then opens his eyes against his better judgement. Wherever he is, he needs to get out of here, and fast. ) ''???:'' /

{(masteraudio: 'stopall')}\ ###[$title0[track one: fifteen acres of broken glass]] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[=\ (When Korsica finally wakes up, her body aches something terrible. She groans, trying to shift her position to be more comfortable. A voice then speaks calmly to her, and she blinks her eyes open slowly as they talk to her.) ''CNMN:'' M’lady? ''CNMN:'' Lady Korsica? ''CNMN:'' Can you hear me? (Once she's adjusted to the light shining in her face, Korsica looks up at the robot wearing a surgical mask standing above her. Her eyes widen, and she suddenly freaks out, throwing herself off the side of the makeshift table. She stumbles on her feet, making a lot of pained noises as she tries to stabilize herself using the table. Another voice speaks up from behind the bot, and Korsica looks back up from the cybernetic implants now adorning her body to see two humans– each also with robotic enhancements. The blonde raises her hands to mean no harm as she stands up from her desk chair.) ''PEPPERMINT:'' Your wound was //really// bad... We didn’t have a choice. ''CNMN:'' Luckily, Miss Peppermint and Sir Macaron are familiar with robotic implants. And, with my steady hand... (There's a moment of silence as Korsica processes this information, expression morphing from panic, to confusion, to realization. She looks down at her new parts, then back at Peppermint, Macaron, and their robot companion.) ''KORSICA:'' You... saved my life. (Peppermint makes eye contact with her, then quickly breaks it, looking to the side. Beside her, Macaron gives Korsica a gentle smile.) ''MACARON:'' We weren't just going to leave you there! You needed our help, and, well... we need yours. (Before she can answer, something weaves in between her feet, and Korsica looks down to find a cat. Robotic, by the looks of it, and pretty beaten up, but still in one piece. She'd lean down to pet it, but her body protests before she can even bend down all the way. The cat instead jumps up onto the makeshift operating table— which is actually two wooden crates covered with a sheet, she notes. Korsica quirks a lip and pets the cat as Peppermint speaks up again.) ''PEPPERMINT:'' A lot more than we previously did, too, with Chai missing... (The cat moves away from Korsica's hand, looking towards Peppermint and making a sad noise. Korsica takes the moment to look around the room, taking in her surroundings.) ''PEPPERMINT:'' --- ''PEPPERMINT:'' We can explain everything to you, but... You're the last person who saw Chai, do you... do you know where he is? (Korsica blinks, looking up at Peppermint.) ''KORSICA:'' He's not here..? (She glances around the room, finding that, no, he ISN'T with them. Pep shakes her head, and Macaron folds his arms nervously.) ''PEPPERMINT:'' Usually 808, my cat, would be with him, and that'd be enough, but... it's like he //vanished.// When we finally found you in the tunnels, you were alone, but... (Macaron places a large hand on Pep's shoulders as she forces down her emotions to stay as calm as she can.) ''PEPPERMINT:'' ...but we had to get you out of there ASAP. We didn't have the time to search for him. (Peppermint meets Korsica's eyes, and she can tell the blonde is holding back a lot. Korsica lowers her hand from 808, and the one holding her steady against the boxes balls into a nervous fist. She tries to think back, but all Korsica can recall is being body-slammed out of the way by Chai before blacking out. She shakes her head with a frown.) ''KORSICA:'' I... I'm sorry, but I really don't. He pushed me out of the way on the LIFT, but after we fell over the side, everything goes dark. I didn't wake up until just now. (Pep sighs, looking down at the floor. 808 hops off the crates to rub up against her owner's legs, trying to comfort her.)

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###[$title0[demo track "disclaimers"]] (align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[=\ |= ###AO3 tags: * (link-rerun:'Interactive Fiction')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Interactive%20Fiction/works')] * (link-rerun:'Twine')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Twine')] (link-rerun:'Fic')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Twine%20Fic')] * (link-rerun:'Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Alternate%20Universe%20-%20Canon%20Divergence/works')] * (link-rerun:'It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/It%20Gets%20Worse%20Before%20It%20Gets%20Better/works')] * (link-rerun:'Chai Needs a Gift Basket')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Chai%20Needs%20a%20Gift%20Basket%20(Hi-Fi%20RUSH)/works')] * (link-rerun:'Angst and Humor')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Angst%20and%20Humor/works')] * (link-rerun:'Video Game Mechanics')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Video%20Game%20Mechanics/works')] * (link-rerun:'Other Additional Tags To Be Added')[(open-url:'https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Other%20Additional%20Tags%20to%20Be%20Added/works')] =| ###Misc stuff: * yippee for blunt force head trauma! * songfic in the way of "song that plays directly in the page"? * illustrated! (kinda. there will be more as we go) * there's passages intentionally "missing" that are "required" but rn i haven't decided how to show them, so. oops. it's a demo for a reason! |==| (t8n-depart:"slide-left")+(t8n-arrive:"slide-left")[[PLAY TRACK->track1startALL]]

$emailtext[=\ ##CREDITS & STUFF ^^Email sent from Chai@vandelaytechnologies to YOU^^ {this is a demo for an in-progress work of ''interactive fanfiction'' for the game (link-rerun:"hi-fi rush")[(open-url:"https://bethesda.net/en-US/game/hifirush")]!! it's written and coded by (link-rerun:"chai")[(open-url:"https://justsomechai.tumblr.com/")] //(with some help)// in the program (link-rerun:"twine")[(open-url:"https://twinery.org/")], using the (link-rerun:"harlowe audio library")[(open-url:"https://twinelab.net/harlowe-audio/#/")] for adding music.} all illustrations are drawn by chai! (text-size:0.58)[//(all the above outgoing links will open in new tabs!)//] (text-size:0.58)[//(also, the sidebar icons are for saving and loading what passage you're on.)//] --- ''albums used in this project:'' * //portal 2 OST// - the valve corporation * yeah that's it! this is only a demo.