What's That Smell?

(set: $name to (prompt: "Your first name, please:", "type here")) It's a windy (weekday:) night in (either: "New York City", "Chicago", "Baltimore", "Los Angeles", "Detroit" ). You're all alone, walking down 5th Avenue. To your (either: "left", "right"), you see an alley way. [[You decide to walk into the alley.]] [[You observe the scene, and decide to keep walking.]]

As you take your first few steps into the dark alleyway, a gust of wind shoots from behind you, and actually **//sweeps//** you off your feet for a second. IT pushes you down and you roll deep into the alley. The wind behind you is so powerful, that a group of rats blow past you, and slam into the dumpster, firing off an explosive noise. You quickly realize it's unsafe to be outside, as the dumpsters and trashcans are starting to get picked up by the wind. The alley leads to a dead-end. You don't even consider trying to walk back to the side walk. To your right, there is a [[black metal door.]]

As you pass the alleyway, you find yourself overwhelmed with a feeling of contentment. As if someone has just wrapped a huge blanket around you, you feel a glowing warmth throughout your body. You quickly realize the cause of this, as you pass by a [[pizza restaurant]].

Outside, a big red sign lights up the words: **(either: "Mario's", "Gianni's", "Tony's", "Sal's", "Dom's", "Rusty's") Pizza** The interior is nothing special, the few small tables are covered in waxy red and white checkerboard tablecloth. It is empty, no one inside is in sight. The smell eminating from the restaurant brings you back to childhood. The door seems to open by its self as you stand in front, looking through the window. The bell attached to the door rings. You walk through the restaurant, and in the back of the place is a [[black metal door.]]

Behind the door, is an old woman waiting sitting in a chair, in a room that looks like a garage. You don't hesitate to step inside, as the alleyway is nearly a tornado at this point. The door swings shut behind you. She gets up from her chair and faces you. Her face is pruned, hardly recognizable. Her eyes are sunken to the back of her head. Her thin gray hair hangs straight down, all the way to her waist. She's wearing a big black t shirt, with the name $name printed on it, in big red letters. She grins at you toothlessly. The old woman slowly bends down and takes a coin out of a small bag tied to her ankle. She [[flips it]]

the coin amazingly lands in her small, wrinkled shaking hands. The coin reads (either: "[[Heads]]", "[[Tails]]")

You pick up the coin out of her hand. She turns to her left painstakingly slowly, and trots to a desk. She opens a drawer, and takes out a [[slice of pizza]]

You pick up the coin out of her hand and examine it. She turns to her left, painstakingly slowly, and trots to a desk. She opens a drawer, and takes out a [[rabbit's paw]]

"That's for you to eat," She winks at you and blows you a stinky kiss. The end.

"That's for you to keep," She winks at you, and blows you a stinky kiss. The end.