CYOA: Stars Beyond

Shapeshift into a bunny.

COMPLETE GLOBAL SATURATION!

This.

And X's thing.

>Roll off the bed and wriggle around. Try to find something useful on the floor or close by.

You roll off the bed, landing facefirst, smacking your face on the floor. Doing so brings the fact that you are wearing some kind of helmet to your knowledge. Now that you notice it, the corners of your vision are glowing green.

There's some kind of mug on the floor by your foot. You manage to grab it, and wonder what to do with it.

>Jump to the Katana and rub the ropes on it to untie ourselves

You're not sure you're able to stand up, let alone jump. However, you heft the mug at the katana in the display case. The glass smashes. Or at least you though it was glass. The 'glass' that lands on you feels extremely cold, and you realise it's melting. The katana falls out of the grip, and lands point-down in the bed, leaving a small mark, and lands a few feet away from you.

>Time to wiggle towards the katana and then rub against the sharp end to untie ourselves. Afterwards we show the rope how much of a miserable Fink Rat it is by giving it the fury and unleashing the chlortles.

You manage to grasp the katana with one hand. You pull it towards you, and momentarily gasp at black-gloved hands with green '7's on them. Looking at your arm, you are surprised realise you are wearing a black skin-tight jumpsuit with green patterns. You nearly drop the katana in confusion, though you're glad you didn't. You focus on the ropes again, and hesitate.

It's obviously very sharp.

For some reason, you remember reading that a katana can cut through three men's hips in a single swipe. And it's double edged, and curved.

How are you going to go about this?

>Stab the pointy end deep into the bed, stabilize the hilt with your chest, and rub the wrist bindings against it. Once they break, do the legs.

An idea pops into your head. You manage to pull yourself up into a roughly standing position, and stab the sword into the bed where the mark already is. You put your chin on the handle, and pull the flat part to your chest. Then, you carefully rub your wrist bindings against the edge of the sword. At first you rub the ropes slowly, however once you realise the ropes wouldn't immediately snap, you rub a bit more vigorously. After the rope is nearly broken, you slow down again, gently breaking the last few frayed fragments of black and green metallic rope.

Once you have broken the rope around your wrist, you unwind it from your arms, and leave it in a pile on your bed. It seems that it was originally a loop, because the only two ends are the ones you cut.

You take a break, and sit on another part of the bed, away from the sword. You rub your arms all over, and try to work more feeling back into them, and wince as you feel the annoying sting of pins and needles flicker into one of your right biceps.

You pull the sword out of the bed, wincing at the sound of bedsprings scraping against the intricate blade, and pull your legs apart as hard as possible. You carefully start sawing against the rope between the largest gap between your legs, which is between your shins. After about another twenty minutes of sawing, which you notice has taken its toll upon the sword, being visibly blunted in places, you are finally free. You pile the second piece of rope with the first, and stand up, stretching your legs. Now that you're able to properly survey the large room, you notice a wardrobe, a chest, and a chest of drawers.

When you start walking, a slight twinge of pain makes you glance down.

Despite your extreme carefulness, you notice a tiny scratch that has cut through the wetsuit-like suit that covers your entire body, dribbling a few droplets of red on your leg.

Upon looking at it, a mental reflexive action seems to slow the entire room down, and words appear on your vision.

Contestant: 7

HP: (999.5)/1000

Fatigue: 44/1000

Gender:

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Contestant: 7

HP: (999.5)/1000

Fatigue: 44/1000

Gender: Male

Role: Unknown

CP: 0

Skills: None

Day: 0 - Phase 7

Living Contestants: 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Dead contestants: -1

You somehow flip the same mental switch and the display goes away. Huh.

You're unable to make very much sense of what you just saw, and feel slightly offended that it said that you had no skills whatsoever.

What now?