Look east

Look east.

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Looking East, you see a well traveled path leading off into the distance.

Is there a treasure at the end of it??!!!!

I do not understand the term "Is."

inventory

sleeping dragon

revolution against the revisionist CCP followed by increase in militancy in the west as proles cant be pacified with commodities produced by proles who are even worse off when?

In your pockets you are carrying SOME LOOSE CHANGE, POCKET KNIFE, LIGHTER, and SOME CRUMPLED UP THEORY THAT YOU HAVEN'T READ.

What do you do?

Burn theory, give change to bum and slit wrists.

I do not understand the term "Burn."

Ragequit

Yeah. There's no "classic" revolutionary movement or consciousness in China atm though, mainly because of repression and local authorities usually giving in to demands as to quell unrest. So these strikes and riots are isolated from each other with no ideological leadership, although still growing in numbers. It will be interesting to see what happens when
A: the class struggles of China reaches a critical mass and there's no social democrat to sell the movement off to the capitalists
B: Capital has no country left to move production to when the cost of labor power gets too high

Nah. The chinese military is even more cucked then the burgers. They're pretty much just the armed wing of the CCP, and their first loyalty is explicitly to the party not the people

I do not understand the term "Ragequit."

Also, every user here should read chuangcn.org to get an insight on the cycles of class struggle and crisis in China

Use LIGHTER with SOME CRUMPLED UP THEORY THAT YOU HAVEN'T READ

With the lighter, you ignite what looks to be part of a newspaper produced by a Trotskyist group. Since you haven't read it, you don't get a good look at what was on it before it goes up in smoke.

Exits are North, South, East, and West.

What do you do?

Go North

From your current location you head northwards. After traveling for some time, mountains begin to loom in the distance. Ahead of you, at their feet, you believe that you can see black smoke.

Exits are North, South, East, and West.

What do you do?

Look around

aren't they already commies?

Not at all.

Your current path leads towards a range of forbidding, snow capped peaks. You believe you saw signs of civilization in the hills immediately surrounding them. To your right, barren but undifficult country stretches into the distance. Behind you is a green forest that stretches wide in either direction. Your current path originates there. To your left, barren but undifficult country stretches into the distance.

Exits are North, South, East, and West.

What do you do?

But they're still taught Marxist shit in school aren't they?

Nice ass for a skinny chick.

Go north

No, their revisionists, their taught fake Marxism adapting to the purposes of serving and expanding capitalism. Revisionism is a lot like Keynesianism in the sense that its pseudo-left in form and nominally Marxist but a state like China might as well be a right-wing dictatorship even if China is 1000x more successful then any right-wing third world kleptocracy will ever be
marxists.org/history/erol/ncm-5/socialism-cannot.pdf

I should clarify that I don't mean to say Keynesianism is nominally Marxism but that Keynesianism and revisionism are two nominally "left" pro-capitalist doctrines.

As you head northward, the softly rolling grasslands begin to break up into jutting rocks and gradually steeper hills. What you saw before was indeed smoke, and drawing nearer you perceive that it rises from several great chimneys and into one long smear against the sky. They are part of a number of flattish buildings with roofs of red tile. Eventually you can see that these apparent factories are surrounded by what appear to be homes, though they're oddly shaped and peculiar. You hear the metallic sounds of industry coming from the town.

Exits are South, East, and West. Continuing North will bring you into town.

What do you do?

Continue north

Continuing north brings you within what seem to be the towns limits. Here the houses are small and crude, and they appear to be made of discarded stone smashed into odd bits. You feel eyes on you, but you're unable to detect anyone watching you without further investigation. Debris and refuse are scattered everywhere. It seems to be as much a dumping ground for unwanted things as it is a living area.

Exits are South. Continuing North will bring you further into town. To your right there are several large heaps of garbage. To your left there are several shacks built among smaller heaps of garbage.

What do you do?

Search large heaps of garbage

I just wait when Rosa Luxemburg will appear and get killed by some vile socdems from the forest

You turn towards the nearest heap of garbage and begin to sift through it. Rotting organic matter oozes around your fingers as you dig into it. In this first layer you find nothing of interest among the expired vegetables and decaying parts of animals. To say that it is unpleasant would be putting it mildly.

However, beneath this you find piles of rocks. Mixed in with the regular rocks and rubble you can see something else. It's texture and heft are different from the mundane stones mixed in with them. You recognize it from your science textbook as iron ore. You think, anyway.

You are surrounded by garbage. Exits are West.

What do you do?

Take iron ore.

Take one rock and iron ore

Luckily nothing of value was lost.


Take the book.

You take a chunk of iron ore a little smaller than your fist and stick it into your back pocket. It takes a little adjusting before it's not poking you uncomfortably in your butt.

You are surrounded by garbage. Exits are West.

What do you do?

Shift through the garbage until I find an armchair.

Rest

Enter hut

Can't Shift that.

You rest among the garbage. It's solitary and peaceful, except for the constant buzzing of the hordes of flies that surround you. Considering the unpleasant smell and the nature of the debris around you, you find that you're only able to to gain a little bit of rest from this.

You are surrounded by garbage. Exits are West.

What do you do?

Enter huts

Go west

Going back the way you came brings you to a collection of huts. These structures look crudely built, mostly of the junk that surrounds, and in some cases covers them.

You pick what seems to be the most inviting hut (relatively speaking). It has a small, square body, with a peaked roof made of several chunks of slate balanced against each other. It's height suggests it wasn't meant for an adult. There is even a little pile of rocks stacked on it to stand in for a chimney. There is no door, only a ragged curtain that you easily push through.

The entryway is just large enough to duck through. Inside it is illuminated only slightly by the light filtering in from behind you. In one corner there is a figure. You think you see him breathing.

Exits are Exit.

What do you do?

"Hello?"

Your greeting is met only with silence. You think you see the glint of eyes turning toward you, but it's difficult to tell in the darkness.

Exits are Exit.

What do you do?

Leave change

Exit hut

You empty the change from your pockets and they fall into the sludge and debris around you. This seems to draw little interest from the figure.

Suddenly, you hear from behind you, "And just what do you think you're doing?" It's the voice of someone that sounds as though they possess a level of authority that they habitually expect to be answered.

Exits are Exit.

What do you do?

Equip knife

...

You take out your pocketknife. It has several useful gadgets, like a retractable fork, fish de-scaler, nose hair trimmer, a nail file, and it even has a compass and compartment for matches. Neat!

Oh, and there's a knife. It can cut stuff, I guess.

A stout hand grabs you by the back of the neck and drags you out of the shack. "Come on out of there, hooligan!" It feels like the hand of someone that lifts heavy objects for a living. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer!"

It looks like you're in for a rough time.

What do you do?

"Just a social call ol' chap!"

Stab them

"Hhh? 'Social call?' What business does a human have with Ol' Gurt?" One by one, your assailant's fingers tighten their grip. "What business have you got here, eh? You better answer quick-like."

Finding yourself pulled back, that implacable grasp roughly shoves you face first into a pile of garbage. To emphasize his point further, the end of a wooden truncheon is pressed to your face. It doesn't seem like your assailant would lose sleep if he used it.

You can the person holding you, though. Well, the personish individual holding you down, anyway. While they have human-like features, they seem strangely proportioned. Above his peculiar face sits what looks like a golden helmet with a distinct symbol etched into the forehead.

Beady eyes narrow beneath red, bushy eyebrows. "Last chance, my suspicious fellow. Tell me who you are, and what you're doin' here."

What do you do?

"I was just paying for some of this discarded ore he saved for me, and who are you to be asking might I answer?"

Ask*

His eyes widen. "Ore? Ore you said?" For a second he seems confused. "How did that broken heap Gurt manage to get Ore…" It's only a moment before his attention is refixed to you. He releases you, but he does not withdraw. Instead he raises his truncheon. The weapon looks like it's frequently acquainted with unfriendly skulls.

"By order of the Town Council of Hurech, all Ore is the exclusive property of The Town of Hurech, and may not be mined, kept, collected, borrowed, stolen, destroyed or otherwise used unless explicitly authorized." It seems like he's about to swing. "You've got one tick to show me that authorization."

Time is of the essence! What do you do?

Shout dramatically: "Look behind you! There's a strike going on!!"

Your dramatic ruse fails to distract the constable. He caves your skull in, doing twelve points of damage. You think that's all of them, but it's hard to tell when you're unconscious.

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You awaken with only your clothes, a crushing headache, and a throbbing lump on your head. Luckily, you took health classes and learned what to do in the case of a concussion. Unluckily, the concussion erased those memories. Still, you decide it's probably better to stay awake for now.

You're in what looks like a cell. The roof is only just high enough to stand up in. Everything around you looks like it was made for dwarves. Even though they're smaller than usual, they aren't any less durable. You won't be able to escape the bars imprisoning you.

What do you do?

wait 24 hours

You make yourself comfortable and wait. And wait. And wait. And then you wait some more. After twelve minutes your ADHD soaked brain has had all of the waiting it can stomach.

You feel like you have to do something or you'll explode.

What do you do?

Search cell

Your cell is probably the bare minimum necessary for a dwarf, but for you it's kind of cramped. Still, you're able to look around pretty easily. The floor is plain stone, but the bars are made of iron's big brother, steel. Years of shitposting have left your arms enfeebled, however, and it's unlikely you'll be able to bend them. One corner has a bucket full of stuff you'd rather not go around digging in. The other has a pile of straw. For sleeping? Dwarves eat regular people food, don't they?

In any case, you search it. As usual you can't find any needles, despite your most fervent searching. Yet you do come across a strange, multi-faced object. It feels light and heavy at the same time. It fits easily into your pocket.

There is a hallway in front of your cell, and one more cell on both sides of your own. In each there is a sleeping individual. They both look like the bum with the billy club that bullied you but a while ago. In the hall there is also another one of these hairy weirdos dozing while leaning his chair back against the door. He has a gold helmet too, but you don't think it's the same one from before. Whoever he is, he's positioned out of reach of your cell.

What do you do?

"FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE!!!!"

Your shouting awakens everyone and endears you to no one. It isn't surprising then when the guard bashes you for waking him up. It would be really painful, if your head weren't already at maximum hurt.

"Jeez, ain't humans got more sense'n that?" One of the adjoining occupants addresses you with a laugh. You can see him as he leans against the bars. In the flickering lamp light his crimson hair takes on a fiery hue. Beneath his huge nose is a braided mustache that drops past both sides of his face. The way he grins at you suggests that he's a wise guy, or else he'd like you to think he was.

"What's a human doin' in Hurech, anyway? This far north of the border… Seems like you came lookin' fer trouble and found it." He chuckled again. "Got a name, human? Cin ya even remember? Haw haw."

What do you do?

"I's Bingbong. Bingbong O' The Woods! I was just going for a walk and and some ravenous goldheaded thug decided to assault me, and now I'm here."
"Who're you then?".

"Bingbong? Huhh, your people's names sure are… Well, it's not a proper Dwarf name, anyway."

"My name's Wad, since you asked." He seems quite pleased that you did. "M'sorry t'hear about yer, uh, predicament. As you can see, I ran into a little trouble with a goldheaded thug of my own. Caught me stealin' Ore." His eyes shoot over to the guard asleep against the door. "Or so they claim, anyway. If I're guilty, I'd be pretty worried, but luckily I took certain precautions… Haw haw."

When he smiles you can see light glinting off of metal teeth.

What do you do?

"Well shoot Wad, that's what they're claiming that I've supposedly to have done too!"
"Precaaaawtions you say. What kind?"
Fondle the object I found in the cell to alleviate ADHD

You fondle the multi-sided object profusely. Despite it's non-spinning construction, it does diminish your ADHD somewhat.

"Haw! Well ain't you a lucky one? Hope ya got a escape plan fer tomorrow, Bingo! You'll need it! Haw haw haw."

He settles back in his cell. "Well, I ain't one a them rich elves up in their fancy palaces, but I do got a few gold bits to rub together. Just like everywhere else, having a bit of money is useful, especially in prison." The heavily mustached individual scratches at his belly before he leans in to whisper conspiratorially. "Well, I paid a gay 'fore they dragged me in, see? One of the guards, y'see? Makes sure I get food, water, even brought me a blanket." He holds it up in two hands and gives it a little snap. "But them's just creature comforts. Course no one guard can spring ya. But. I had 'im bring me somethin' even better…"

With a pleased smile he cracks his thick knuckles. "Well, today when they cleaned out the bedding, I had 'im leave a little gift fer me." He leaned over and stuck his hand into the straw in the corner of his cell. "A special little tool that'll… A special tool'll…" Suddenly he starts to frantically tear the straw apart. "Right here… That damn fool said it'd be right here! He swore! In the straw!"

You've reached a checkpoint.

Would you like to save your game?

Save game

"What this thing?"
Hold up the object

Game Saved!

Thank you for playing. Please play again soon.

Will do.

now THIS is how you succesfully derail a thread

huh

They'll just strike for raises and shit, then immediately settle back into comfortable bougie lives. And the ones that don't have comfortable bougie lives can't afford to strike.

I can't think of a classic revolutionary movement anywhere on the planet. All that exist are Cold War holdovers like the Naxalites or Filipino NPA that have little-to-no proletarian character and survive only because many third world peasants have no other option than to fight the state for better land and taxation policies.

Revolution is going to take us all by surprise. It won't be led by 22-year-old tankies or 60-something guerilla leaders hiding in a jungle. It will be led by the proletarians, normal working people who recognize that seizure of the economy and the wealth of the bourgeoisie is the only way to end their own exploitation.