Where Are We? (An R&D Production)

[repobanjo]

Right then. This will beasically be a sort of remake of a previous project I had, PROJECT: ESPCAPE. Donkey Kong, my old partner. If you want to co-write this with me, I will be estatic. Your writing skills surpass those of Shakespeare. Also, never fear, this fic won't die unless there is a lack of followers.
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Black. Nothing but black filled his eyes. Of course, opening his eyes weren't going to help. He tried, and saw nothing but white, which somehow was a LOT worse then pure black. Heopted to keep his eyes closed, at least until the floor (if there was one) stopped spinning under him. He had a wild night last night, but surley he couldn't still be worn out from it?

He managed to stand up, though this only made everything brighter. "This doesn't look like the Hilton one bit....." he though to himself. He stumbled across the whitness, which took Herculean effort to do. About ten minutes into stumbling, he found some colour.

"At last!" he screamed. "Perhaps this is the exit to this horrible white room. I don't know why the Hilton would install one of these things...." The colour was in fact a door. An unlocked one, in fact. Ruching over, and with a simple tiwst and push, he was out. He didn't like what he was seeing.

"70% complete!" a loud voice shouted. The man couldn't tell where it was coming from, but the shock thresw him off balance.

"Obviously this room isn't finished with consturction...." said the man in a sarcastic grimace. What was bad for him though, was that when he wa thorwn off balance, he was thrown into the gaping black hole in the middle of the room. That terrible falling sensation came again, and the man was once again in the pits. And he was so close to rescue, too!

"90% complete!" The voice shouted again. The man just couldn't wait unitl this was over. Was it a dream? Was it a hallucination? He wasn't sure. What he was sure of, though, was that he was still falling, though he wasn't actually moving anywhere. He was still right next to him door, and there were 7 other doors int eh same room, all forming a circle. "94% complete!" the voice shouted once more.

"SHUT UP!" the man retorted. He couldn't take much more of this. The trippiness of it all, the confusion, everything. Whoever was making this horrible story up needed to be taken out and shot. That was the one thing that bugged the man. The text falling out of the sky, saying exactly what was happening to him. Almost like some sort of fan-fic. Nothing could be done about it, though, because 5 seconds later....

"100% complete!" the voice said in utter joy. Almost instantaenously, the man saw the ground, hit the ground, and got piled by even more ground. But wait.....sand?

"Since when did the Hilton in Mantinoba have sand in it?" shouted the man in utter exasperation. "Or plam trees, for that matt....plam trees?" The place was decked with palm trees, and there was an ocean to the couth of him. Somehow, he didn't think he was in the Hilton anymore.

"Hello?" said an unfamilliar voice, coming from about 20 feet. It seemes as if the other seven doors have opened. Coming out of them were 7 other people. Great, company, he thought. Just when the day couldn't get any worse....
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The seven people....that's your cue to ask tobe in the fan-fic!