Mr. Bean Adventure

"Welcome to the cult of Mr. Bean. You must align yourself with Mr. Bean, and do only what Mr. Bean would do. If you fail to act like Mr. Bean...Uhh... just dont do that." The Mr. Bean-like man waits for your response. <style> img { max-width: 100%; max-height: 100%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart23057.png> </div> [[make a face]] [[say something]] [[leave]]

"Great! You already know what face to make when you agree. Go ahead and make that face again when you sign this contract." <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart14044.png> </div> [[sign the contract]] [[read the contract]] [[give Mr. Bean a thumbs up]]

You aren't too sure what you want to say. There is a silence, some tension, and Mr. Bean looking into your soul. What do you say? <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart23057.png> </div> [[I'm here for the test|read the contract]] [[Call me Mr. Bean]] [[Goodbye|leave]]

You say, "good," and choke on your own saliva before you get the "bye" out. You attempt to escape your embarrassment, but you do not know where the door is. <style> img { max-width: 10%; max-height: 10%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart683495.png> </div> [[search for the door]] [[ask for help]] [[take a moment to think]]

You look around and see two doors. One: Mr. Bean ONLY! The other: Exit The Mr. Bean man is smiling at you. <style> img { max-width: 100%; max-height: 100%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart23057.png> </div> [[Leave through //Mr. Bean ONLY!//|hell]] [[Leave through //Exit//|outside]]

With a Mr. Bean look that conveys judgement, he points and says, "You came through that door!" The door has //Mr. Bean ONLY!// on it. [[leave through that door|hell]] [[look around|search for the door]] [[give up]]

You proclaim yourself BEAN! The Mr. Bean person (obviously unconvinced) asks, "Can you prove it to me?" [[Give him your wallet]] [[leave]]

Reluctantly, you do the deed. However, Mr. Bean, satisfied, glares at you. You hear organs begin to play. "Goodbye, Bean." You fall down a trap hole to your doom. <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart2878494.png> </div> [[Restart|Start]]

The Mr. Bean man gives you a paper from his back pocket. <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart1144442.png> </div> [[correctly answer the questions and sign|sign the contract]] [[put the wrong answers and sing]] [[dont sign]]

He gives you a thumbs up back, and hands you the contract to read. <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart14437.png> </div> [[read the contract]]

You start goofily humming your favorite tune while you put the wrong answer on the contract. Mr. Bean hears your tune and begins singing along and doing the Mr. Bombastic dance. "Show me your best moves!" He exclaims. You take a moment. Suddenly, you cock you hips back and... [[do the Mr. Bombastic]] [[do the worm]] [[//do// the Bean|sign the contract]]

Looking like a very concerned Mr. Bean, he demands, "Why will you not sign this!? Do you not know the consequences now!?" The ground shakes. [[leave]]

AMAZING! You execute a perfect Mr. Bombastic! Clearly jealous, the Mr. Bean guy begins to break it down. He begins doing flips and amazing dancing feats that seem unreal. In the middle of a hand stand with perfect abs showing, he turns and ask, "Like my moves?" <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart23057.png> </div> [[Push him over]] [[Sign and give him the piece of paper|sign the contract]] [[Try to break it down]]

Dropping to the ground, you perform a magnificant worm. However, during one of your wiggles, something goes wrong! A pebble shatters your Mr. Bean hips! <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart14703.png> </div> [[Scream in pain|Scream]] [[Get up]]

The Mr. Bean rushes to your side. He grabs you. "There is no screaming here." Like a dementor, the Mr. Bean parasite opens his mouth and inhales your soul. You no longer feel pain. The ground shakes. [[Thank him]] [[Find the exit|search for the door]] [[Complete the contract|sign the contract]]

With jealous rage, you push him over during his hand stand. He hits the ground. Disgusted and angry, the man gets to his feet. He puts his hands like a boxer. "I'm going to beat your pretty little Mr. Bean ass." With one solid punch, Mr. Bean knocks you down. [[Get up]] [[Crawl away]] [[Kick his shin]]

You're pathetic. Theres only one thing to do now. [[leave]]

When you hold out your wallet, the Mr. Bean dude licks his lips. Suddenly, he snaps the wallet from your flabby grip and takes off. [[chase him]] [[take a moment to think]]

Quicker then... You begin to move. He runs out the building, and you trail him. You see an old women starting her car. There's no way you can catch him on foot. [[steal the car]] [[give up]] [[take a moment to think]]

Frozen. You think of where you went wrong. Did you not notice the signs? Something happens inside your brain (perhaps a paradigm shift). <style> img { max-width: 10%; max-height: 10%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart407743.png> </div> [[admit the limits of your intelligence]] [[give up]] [[look for a solution|look further]]

You look deep into yourself. With honesty only matched by a Jesus, you see a crippling pride. You begin to cry. [[give up]] [[look further]]

Falling to you knees, you close your eyes. You take your last breath. You hold your breath. The heavens cry. You will death upon yourself. [[Restart|Start]]

(if: $hell is 0)[Some magical force repels you [[Go through the other door|outside]]] (if: $hell is 1)[You feel power like no other. You descend into the dark [[Descend further into the blackness]]]

The Sun blinds you for a brief moment. Immediately, you see a train going down the tracks. You notice it is going to hit a group of people if no one stops it. However, you see a lever that will cause the train to switch its track. There is a man with a box of puppies on this other track. [[go back inside|Start]] [[watch]] [[quickly pull the lever]]

Struggling to your feet, the pain is unbearable. You begin crying. The Mr. Bean asshole says, "Is something wrong!?" [[ask for an advil]] [[Scream]] [[Hand over the contract shamefully|sign the contract]]

You made Mr. Bean laugh. He gives you an approving smile. "I do not have advil, but I do have this." From his brown jacket pocket, he pulls out some reefer. <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart23057.png> </div> [[Smoke with Mr. Bean]] [[Kick his shin]]

The train passes the point of no return. You watch. Some bystander yells to warn the people, but its too late. None of them stood a chance. The man with the box of puppies comes over to you. As he gets closer, you recognize his dumb face. It's Mr. Bean! [[ask him what he was doing]] [[salute him]]

With swift Bean-like steps, you reach the lever and pull it. The train leans as it shifts tracks. [[Start]]

You attempt to escape on the ground. But, like a big stupid baby, you crawl straight into a wall. You pass out. [[Restart|Start]]

He replies to your thanks, "No thank you. You have made me a more perfect Mr. Bean, Mr. Bean. We are both Mr. Bean now." <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart49801.png> </div> [[begin the ritual]]

You miss his shin and hit perfectly on his knee cap causing it to hyperextend. Mr. Bean falls and hits his head on the ground. A pool of blood engulfs his dead still body. You are pretty sure he's dead. [[hide the body]] [[Leave]] [[Stare at the body|begin the ritual]]

You take some fat hits. You lose feeling in your body. You are one baked bean. Mr. Bean begins rambling, but you keep zoning in and out. You hear something about some important ritual. Suddenly, you watch as Mr. Bean slowly stabs a knife into your side. You feel nothing and do nothing. Blood begins to gush out onto the ground. <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart125381.png> </div> [[begin the ritual]] [[Thank him for the weed|Thank him]] [[Scream]]

You look around for a good hiding place, but there is nothing. You find instruction for a ritual. It says that this ritual will save any Mr. Bean from death. [[Try it|begin the ritual]]

You watch as the blood begins to flow in a pattern designed into the ground. An unknown force picks up you and the Mr. Bean. Your bodies begin to fuse together, and soon you become one. You fall to the ground feeling sick. The door that says //Mr. Bean ONLY// begins to call you. (set: $hell to 1) [[Enter the door|hell]]

More to come

While you make your way to the door, another Mr. Bean enters. You stand shocked. Another one. However, in you daze, he see's everything. The Mr. Bean murder witness sprints out the door. <style> img { max-width: 50%; max-height: 50%; } </style> <img src=http://bean.whittier.domains/word/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/clipart1198006.png> </div> [[chase him]] [[hide the body]]

[[Start]]

You throw the wrinkly old woman aside. You turn on the engine. [[check the mirrors|look further]] [[speed off]]

You see your reflection. Is this you? No. It can't be. You try to refuse it, but that glimpse of yourself... no. You know its you, but the truth is not sinking in. Every atom of your being is fighting against it. You are Mr. Bean. [[the end... for now|Start]]

ZOOM! You are in hot pursuit, but you are in no case to be driving. A police officer pulls you over. You go to jail. [[Restart|Start]]

[[Start]]