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<Myschii>When you dig some six feet under, you're amazed you haven't found anything at all yet.
<Cruentus>Learn regular expressions first.
<Jerl>That variable being $_GET
<Cruentus>The only way to really learn regular expressions is to have something you need to use it for, and here you do.
<Myschii>You end up having to dig out a ramp as Phoenix continues to dig downward.
<Jerl>Define regular expressions.
<Myschii>And all in all, it's night fall before you find what Phoenix is looking for.
<Myschii>The coffin at the bottom the grave some twelve feet further down then necessary looks more like a treasure chest than anything else.
<Myschii>It takes both of you some time to heave the heavy thing all the way to green grass.
<Cruentus>If you want something that takes whatever you give it and writes in another language (like HTML) without you having to bother with knowing anything about that language, then what you want is an interpreter. An interpreter can be built entirely of regex functions.
<Jerl>From what I can tell, that's exactly what I'm doing
<Jerl>$output = nl2br(str_ireplace($choiceBefore, $choiceAfter, $output));
<Jerl>...wait, that's a different part entirely.
<Cruentus>Except you're doing it with a bunch of extra nonsense variabels instead of just make_page("1");
<Myschii>knocking the dirt off of the box, you realize that it is some sort of treasure chest.
<Myschii>Ornate and lined with locks and expensive engravings, you can only imagine what riches it holds.
<Myschii>And how Phoenix would know it was here.
<Myschii>You imagine she would have a map.
<Myschii>Or maybe it was some knowledge that was passed down her family tree.
<Myschii>So when Phoenix pulls a ring of keys from her pocket and begins unlocking the chest, you heart begins to race with anticipation.
<Myschii>A distinct click follows each turn of every key.
<Myschii>Phoenix throws the old metal things behind her without care as they come off.
<Myschii>Your breath catches as she discards the final lock and throws open the chest.
<Myschii>[ ] Riches [ ] Happiness [ ] Love [ ] Hope
<Myschii>[ ] Lake
<Ataisai>>[ ] Hope
<Ataisai>"dammit, Pandora took all the good stuff."
<Myschii>(I wonder if anyone else is reading, and what they're waiting for it they are.)
<Ataisai>Dammit, somebody vote something good
<Millenia>[X] Kaguya (;D)
<Ataisai>I hate you people
<Ataisai>oh u, mill
<Millenia>But as a serious choice, I will choose Hope.
<Millenia>For is that not what the phoenix symbolizes?
<Millenia>Not really, but it can be argued to do so, as it can never truly die no matter how badly you kill it.
<Myschii>Inside the chest is...
<Myschii>Your heart drops as you can't see anything but the empty walls of the box over Phoenix's shoulder.
<Ataisai>damn you and your metaphors, gramps
<Myschii>But as Phoenix leans further in her hand scrapes along the bottom.
<Myschii>An lone and aged peace of parchment comes free.
<Myschii>Phoenix hands it to you without much explanation.
<Myschii>"That map can lead any one to a place where no one can go."
<Myschii>She says these words with conviction.
<Myschii>She stares into your eyes and with a quick hand, pulls a gun from her pocket.
<Myschii>Before you can grasp what happened her body falls dead in front of you.
<Myschii>Flames spring from her corpse and only ash and a gun remains where her body just fell.
<Myschii>You stand in shock.
<Myschii>Have you gone crazy?
<Myschii>Is this a dream?
<Myschii>You wince as pinch yourself, but you answer your own question.
<Myschii>Phoenix is gone.
<Myschii>And you are on your own in the middle of nowhere.
<Myschii>The darkness of the night makes the tread back to town terrible.
<Myschii>You trip multiple times and have more bruises than you want to count.
<Myschii>And to top it off, you can't find a single building with a light on in the entire village.
<Myschii>You shout once for good measure, but with no reply, you resign yourself to sleeping against a tree for the remainder of the night.
<Myschii>Nightmares plague your sleep.
<Myschii>You wake up startled. Your arm reaching out to stop Phoenix from pulling that gun from her pocket.
<Myschii>You shake yourself awake as the light of the sun warms what little good mood you have left.
<Myschii>Curious and out of options, you unroll the parchment Phoenix gave you in her last moments.
<Myschii>A map of strange description unfurls before you. And like some joke, the map comes complete with a "You are here" arrow pointing arbitrarily at one end of the map.
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<Myschii>A dotted line snakes across the nearly blank page.
<Myschii>And on the opposite side is an "X"
<Myschii>with some strange Eastern characters you could never read anyway.
<Myschii>You shake quietly with your own laughter at the absurdity of it all.
<Anonymaster>"...you're suddenly grabbed from behind; vision blocked out."
<Anonymaster>Is this right?
<Anonymaster>With the semicolon.
<Myschii>"So this map can take me to a place no one can go, eh?"
<Myschii>(grammatically it's fine, if that's what you're asking)
<Myschii>You start talking to yourself, no longer worried about anyone thinking you’re crazy.
<Myschii>You stare at the stupid thing for an hour...
<Myschii>It never changes though.
<Myschii>And you wonder if Phoenix last joke on you was worth it.
<Myschii>But something itches in your memory...
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<Myschii>Meaningless banter from nobody cascades by your ears. A whisper of a whisper. Yet so very distinct.
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<Myschii>And with a determination you didn't think you could muster, you set off to find a place no one can go. Your feet lead the way as you decide you'll find what you’re looking for before the end of the year.
<Myschii>And you know you will find exactly what you need to...
<Myschii>...you have a gut feeling about that.
<Myschii>To be continued in the wandering street punk the CYOA
<Myschii>Probably not though
<Ataisai>I will buy a copy