JavaScript needs to be enabled to play Bassline Blackout. You open your document, the page still as empty as when your flight took off, and the cursor blinks as if it’s yearning for an idea that was never there. You look out the window as the plane continues its descent, the city of Amsterdam creeping up beneath you. Once again, writer’s block ended another session before it even started. [[Keep trying for ideas]] [[Wait for the plane to land]]The cursor blinks. You blink back at it. [[Wait for the plane to land]] The lively Amsterdam greets you throughout your taxi ride to your hotel. The surplus of bike bells rings throughout as cyclists tread around the glistening canal waters. You drop your bags off at your hotel and try to relax for a moment, but the sounds of the city seem so inviting. [[Go see the city]]You look over your outfit in the mirror before you leave, a plain white shirt with some khakis. Looks good enough. Upon stepping outside, you are immediately greeted by a loud thumping bass. You said it was only supposed to be a walk but the music keeps getting louder and more inviting with every step you take. [[Keep walking towards the music]] [[Turn a different way]]The street narrows as you approach the source of the sound, the music so loud that you can feel it in your teeth. Awaiting you is a steel door vibrating to the music behind it as colored lights faintly leak out into the street. As you inch closer towards the door, a suspicious looking man steps in front of you, blocking your path. Without speaking, he swiftly passes you a couple of unfamiliar pills. [[Hand them back and walk in]] [[Take them and walk in]]“Eh,” you think to yourself, adjusting your shirt, “I really need a night like this anyways.” [[Follow the music ->Keep walking towards the music]]“House policy,” he says in a flat tone, “No pills, no entry.” [[Take them and walk in]]The door slams shut behind you. Heat, sound, and flashing lights collide all at once. The bass violently vibrates all throughout you and the sweaty group of strangers. For a moment you feel a sense of peace, no longer having to worry about your crumbling writing career for the night. How you will spend this time here is entirely up to you, though. [[Dance ->6]] [[Stand in the corner->6]] The music twists and turns around you, the colors pulsing brighter than ever before. You take it all in as you finally feel so carefree. Suddenly, your chest feels tight, and your mind starts running laps around itself, and the image of a mask keeps flashing throughout your mind. Something doesn’t feel right. You need a moment to yourself. [[Go to the bathroom]] The bathroom is stark, white tiles reflecting upon the harsh light. The bass is muffled here but still very insistent. Someone is at the sink, washing their hands. You choose the faucet next to them, splashing cold water onto your face. Relief rings all throughout your body, but something still isn’t right. When you lift your gaze back to the mirror, your reflection isn’t there. Instead, an expressionless mask stares blanky back at you. You frantically blink and lean closer. The mask tilts, slightly incorrectly mirroring your movements. You take another step back, unsure what to do next. [[Leave the bathroom]] [[Scream]] “Must’ve been a bad trip.” You tell yourself. The feeling of unease still lingering. [[Keep telling yourself it’s only a bad trip]]The mask fades. For a moment, everything seems normal… but shouldn’t somebody have heard you scream? [[Leave the bathroom]] Your face is clean, the mask in the mirror is gone, and you’re back in the party as if nothing happened at all. You step back into the chaos, pushing an abundance of sweaty individuals as you try to find your own little space. A man stops you, his eyes and smile so wide as if he’s known you forever. “Nice tie-dye shirt!” he shouts over the music. “The lights complement's it well!” And just like that, he spins away and starts dancing like a coward. [[Reflection]] [[Ignore him]] You tap him on his shoulder. He turns around. You start dancing. He starts dancing with you. You and him fall into rhythm together, effortlessly synchronizing dance moves together almost perfectly [[Keep dancing]]You push past him and carry on, letting the crowd swallow you. Bodies press together as the lights strobe and the music rings throughout. [[Keep dancing]]The mosh pit begins to tighten around you… people slam into you from every direction, sweat and chaos blurring into something almost animalistic. You feel the bass of the music inside your chest shaking you to your core. Someone shoves you and you shove back, you’re laughing, breathless and free. You take a moment to glance at the DJ and immediately feel like something is very wrong. Your moment of joy has long faded… As the DJ rocks to the music you can clearly see a white pale mask right behind his head. It’s expressionless, just watching… Suddenly you feel the bass drop. Everything cuts to black. You can’t see a thing… or feel anything. Then– Loud screams tears through the darkness. The lights are back, and so are the people. But no one is dancing anymore… People begin rushing past you towards the exits. You look down at the dance floor and see bodies… Twitching.. In pools of their own blood… [[Try to assist the victims->Good Ending]] [[Run for the exit->Bad Ending]]You drop down to your knees and examine the closest victim. It’s a young man who must be in his 20’s, clutching a stab wound in his stomach. Your hands can’t stop trembling as your entire body starts quivering in fear. You start trying to help him by putting more pressure on the wound, you saw it in a movie once so it’s gotta help somehow. “It’s alright… I’ve got you.” you anxiously whisper. “Help is on the way…” as your voice complete breaks. The victims eyes twitch as they open, and he whispers to you in agony. “Please no more…” Sirens are blaring outside now, you take one last look at the vitcim and the light in his eyes begins to fade. Then you hear a loud CRASH as the front door is blasted open and police come flooding in. You start to stand up and notice your clothes… their caked in dried blood. “POLICE! DON’T MOVE!” Multiple officers are now in front of you weapons raised. One of them freezes when he sees you kneeling over the wounded, your arms red up to your elbows. “STEP AWAY FROM THEM NOW!” You beg and plead with them, “Please, I was just trying to help”, you cry. They yank you back anyway, forcing you onto your stomach. Your face hits the floor. As they cuff you, paramedics rush towards the other victims. An officer lifts something up from the floor where you were kneeling. A white, pale, expressionless mask. Blood running along the inside edge. “Found this next to him sarge,” he says. Your stomach drops.. “I don’t remember… but I saw someone wearing that mask, then I blacked out,” you blurt it out frantically. But slowly, you feel memories start to flood in. They don’t feel like your own but you remember. The bathroom mirror. Your breathing loud and hollow. Someone begging. The music never stopping. [[Weeks Later]] You turn and start to bolt out of the club. You ignore everything and focus on staying alive, pushing throught the crowd heart pounding ceaselessly. The front doors burst open as the police make their way to the scene. You try to slip past them. “STOP!”, an officer shouts at you. You still try to bolt for the street anyway. You get three steps before a hoard of officers is on top of you. You slam hard onto the pavement, the concrete scraping your face. Hands wrench your arms behind you and cold metal cuffs snap shut. “I didn’t.. It wasn’t me! I saw someone– wearing a mask!”, you cry out. An officer turns your hand to see your palms under the flashing lights. They’re bright red… and something falls from your grip onto the ground beside you. A white, pale, expressionless mask. [[Later]] All you can see are white padded walls, a metal mirror, and soft restraints on your wrists. Then there’s the doctor, clipboard in hand. “You’ve experienced a severe dissociative break,” she states gently. “Your psyche had created an external figure to separate yourself from what you had done.” You stare at the floor, still in disbelief. “I tried to help them,” you mutter heartbroken. She nods, “And that matters.” A padded door clicks behind her as she takes her leave. You’re left alone with the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights. You glance into the metal mirror at your reflection. For a moment it tilts it’s head slightly… You don’t. “Good” ENDING : You are committed to a psychiatric institution. Some survived. You’ll live with that. *THANKS FOR PLAYING! :D*The courtroom is dead quiet when your sentence is read. No accomplice, or masked stranger. Just you. The last thing you see is darkness, as you’re executed by an electric chair. BAD ENDING: You ran. You were caught. You are sentenced to death. *BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME :D*