Helping Hands

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It has been years since you’ve left the house. You slowly started to stay inside more and more day by day, and then one day you just never went outside anymore. Everyday you wake up, check what’s happened in your online groups and interests, watch the shows that came out while you were asleep and then work online until you can game or chat online until bed. You’ve never met the people you talk to online, and you don’t see them either. It’s been too long since you took care of your appearance. Your food is delivered to your door. You only ever go outside at the quietest hours of the morning to put out your rubbish. You wake up to another day, just like the past 729 days since you last saw someone. You look at your phone on your laptop on your bedside table, and then to the curtains. [[check online]] [[open curtains]]

There’s something clearly wrong with social media. Is it some prank? Every word of the endless scrolling feed is just hand related words. The internet has had some weird fads, but this one is particularly stupid. There doesn't seem to be an explanation anywhere on the site. [[open curtains]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Check Doors.]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]] [[Consider your life...]]

You get out of bed and open the curtains. There is a large handprint formed from the condensation on your window. You match your hand to the hand print nervously. Its not yours. [[check online]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Check Doors.]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]]

You don’t know what is happening, but someone has to be messing with you. No one can be inside your house. You can’t leave the house. The doors should be closed, but what if they’re not? You’d prefer to die rather than have to leave the house. Where would you go looking like you do? They’d just think you’re crazy. Who could get a handprint so far up here? They’d send you away to a hospital. Somewhere full of people, sickness, and judgement. You had to check the doors were all closed. You check the small bathroom. You run downstairs. Burst into the kitchen. There’s nowhere else to hide. Only the small little space between your front door and sitting room door where the coats sit unused. There is a knocking. [[Back Away]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!!]] [[Consider your life...]]

You’re just not scared. So what if you die, it’d be the most interesting thing to have happened to you in years. Maybe Ever! It’s not like you need to go outside. You walk downstairs. Maybe you’d scare them off just by walking downstairs all pale and weird looking. It’s all probably just a dream anyway with all this hand nonsense. You open the door [[Put on music :)]] [[Give out to guest for being impolite >:(]] [[Charge it!]] [[Flee from the monster :o]]

This is your space. No one can just try and mess with you in your space. Sure IRL people could mess with you all the time. Not here. You get your bat, not that you ever swung it at someone in anger. You could today. You get yourself psyched up and prepare to confront your foe. Your first IRL foe in years. You burst through the door downstairs. Nothing The kitchen. Nothing. You here a knocking on the door between the sitting room and front door. A lot of knocking. You prepare your bat. <img src="Media/Sequence 01_3.gif?csf=1&web=1&e=TwQ95o"/> [[Charge it!]] [[Back Away]] [[Fend it off!]] [[Search for weaknesses!]]

There is too much knocking. Far, far too much knocking. Especially on a door that pulls out. You move away from the front door the intruders are already inside. They can come into you space at any moment. You cannot stop them. Looking around you consider your options. [[Flee upstairs]] [[Block doors with furniture]] [[Charge through the door!]]

You move your couch, your chairs, everything in reach to block the door. Your heart is pounding so hard you think you might be dying. You last felt this panicked when you came inside for the last time. You slam the door to the upstairs and lock the door. Falling back on the steps you catch your breath before the knocking starts again. On the locked door to the upstairs. A few feet from you. [[Stay upstairs]] [[Scroll through social media?]]

"Come in, come in!" you say. The mass of hands pulls itself into front room. It is much larger than you thought, and it certainly didn't have a pretty face, but you're raised to judge someone by the content of their character not by their appearance. <img src="Media/Sequence 01_3.gif?csf=1&web=1&e=TwQ95o"/> You don't have enough friends to be turning someone away just for being a formless and endless mass of hands and arms. You try to remember how you usually deal with having a guest over. [[Cook for guest :)]] [[Shake hands with the hands :)]] [[High five :)]] [[Flee upstairs from it :0]]

It's a giant mass of hands! You have no time to think about what it was our why it was after you. This called for action. You think about what you can try do against it. You could try slam doors on its fingers. If you got your boots you could kick and stamp a lot better too. Even if you could get the lighter from the kitchen and the deodorant you didn't use, you could burn it. At least enough to scare it out of your home. Your space! [[Rush upstairs!]] [[Rush to the Kitchen lighter!]] [[Try slam door on its knuckles!]] [[Go upstairs and lock the door!]]

Maybe you can learn more from Social Media. You get back into bed and grab your laptop. The internet has been all you’ve needed to learn about what’s going on outside, and it won’t be hard for you to get rid of some simple script replacing words with ‘hand’ words randomly. You open site after site after site Every single one is affected by it. You analyse your computer to see where this script is hiding, but you can't find anything. There is a lot of knocking coming from downstairs. You ignore it. They will leave. They should leave. While you check social media again you do recieve an email. ***Urgent communication from The SCP Foundation RE: your current situation.** [[Try remove whatever script is causing this?]] [[Check Doors.]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]] [[Consider your life...]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Open the Email?]]

You run to the bathroom. It's disgusting to think that something else is invading your space and you are powerless. The bathroom is the last stronghold that you have in your home. Here all you have is the security of the two locked doors and a window. You wait, and you try to stop panicking. It never stops. The panicking lasts an eternity. Then you realise that knocking has stopped. Is it a trap? Is it gone? A hallucination? [[Exit Bathroom]] [[Attempt to escape from the window]]

People love to eat. Your guest might lack a digestive tract, but you reckon the swirling void of hands that make up its core might need feeding. It might even just enjoy touching and examining the food. What would a mass of hands want to eat? [[Cook soup :)]] [[Cook finger food :)]] [[Serve ice cream:)]]

You follow the link to a page that explains to you that the SCP Foundation concerns itself with the protecting humanity from anomalous entities by securing, containing or protecting anomalous entities using special containment protocols for each entity. If this is a joke it is a very elaborate one. [[Read entry on SCP-811419?]] [[Browse SCP-foundation files?]] [[Try and contact SCP-foundation?]]

**Bold**Special note to future researcher's:**Bold** This entity does not appear to be containable. I am writing this under significant time constraints. Add to it whenever possible. Having found this entry I has assigned this SCP a high number in hope that other foundation archivists might notice this particular anomaly and begin investigations in our standard dimension. **Bold**Item #:**Bold** SCP-811419 **Bold**Object Class**Bold**: Apollyon **Bold**Special Containment Procedures:**Bold** SCP-811419 appears to exist in a hypo-dimensional space that is below our dimension. This dimension is our own but brought to a lower state where only the entity and its victims are able to exist. The nature of its chosen victims may make securing the entity impossible. **Bold**Description:**Bold** SCP-811419 is of an unknown origin, and first encountered by foundation personal in 1995. It initially was thought to be a simply organic construct composed of an estimated 72 hands. These hands are as wildly varied as those of the human populations. SCP-811419 removes its victims from their dimension, bringing them into a hypo-dimensional space. The space appears to be unchanged from the standard dimension except for the removal of all other living entities except for SCP-811419 and their victim(s). Additionally, all communicated word from outside the victim’s home is altered into hand related words. SCP-811419’s behaviour is unusual. It can seem quite passive, and at other times extremely aggressive. The current hypothesis is that SCP-811419 reacts towards its victims’ attitudes towards it. One known absolute is that documenting SCP-811419, results in extremely aggressive behaviour more than any other known scenario. No known victim has survived more than one day once in SCP-811419 hypo-dimensional space. We lack any information about how these days concludes. Closer contact with SCP-811419 has revealed that within its core seems to be a singularity composed of hands. **Bold**Addendum 1:**Bold** Incident report I-811419 -1 I am Doctor Kavanagh, I have been in isolation working on foundation archives after an prior incident. Two years into my self-imposed isolation I have encountered an entity I believe unknown to the foun **Bold**Addendum 2:**Bold** Incident report I-811419 -2 I’m ex-MTF.I did enough shit with anomalous fucks. Retired to cabin. Havn’t seen a soul or touched anything strange in three years, is this some fucked up part of the retirement package. You fuckers I took down tha **Bold**Addendum 3:**Bold** Incident report I-811419 -3 I have been running a Foundation backup from an undisclosed location. The backup is compromised. No matter where I hide this armed creature finds me. Is this Sarkic attack? Its core is all hands. W **Bold**Addendum 4:**Bold** Incident report I-811419 -4 This is Doctor Carpal. I have identified the pattern and nature of this dimension. I have established an email alert on the foundation servers for any who find themselves in this hypo-dimensional space. There is no communication above this dimensional level. I have broken protocol to increase chance of a successf **Bold**Addendum 6:**Bold** Incident report I-811419 -6 Is this right? I think this big handsy friend can be quite sweet. It listened to my poetry; I think it just wants to give us a hugs doctor dudes. If you’r **Bold**Fuck this.**Bold** I’ve got guns I’m going to fire till it’s gone. I've got less ammo than I should but it's en **Bold**Addendum 6:**Bold** Incident report I-811419 -6 Ive hiddden for 30 hours in this bunker, idont thinkl it workeda. Find nu ways [[Follow 'if you are reading this instuctions'?]] [[Surrender to the thing]] [[Consider your life...]] [[Check Doors.]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]]

You keep calm and start securing your windows and bedroom door. You get dressed into the must appropriate clothes you can think of. You make sure you have your keys and phone on hand. As you do you start to consider what you've read. The prospect of being reset, or worse facing an actual end for interfering with the Helping Hands. It's taken two live to get this much written. [[What do the hands want?]]

You exit the bathroom. Opening the door with a great feeling of terror. You open the door. Nothing. Your bedroom is undisturbed, except for the open window. You hope it went out through the window. You cling to the walls looking up and down. Still nothing. [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Carefully move through the bedroom]] [[Prepare to fight!]] to fight!]] [[Consider your life...]]

You could go back to the bathroom and stay hiding once again. You could run downstairs while the thing is distracted upstairs. You keeping seeing hands moving in your peripheral vision. When you turn in panic there is nothing there. You look at the bathroom, to the open window, and downstairs where there is a knife to defend yourself. [[Hide]] [[Go for the open window]] [[Go downstairs]]

You run downstairs. Nothing is amiss. The apartment is as if nothing was there. What options are available? You could use a weapon to defend yourself and seal your place up again. Stay safe and untouched by the outside Or You could do the more terrifying thing and leave the house. The door is more terrifying than anything else. To be outside and exposed to judgement and chaos of the outside world. Upstairs you hear the sounds of something coming through the window. [[Confront the Monster]] [[Grab knife]] [[Face the outdoors]] [[Ignore the sound upstairs]]

Of course! Maybe its a bit presumptuous that hands would want finger food, but you don't feel that it will be too impolite. You put on the oven and take a selection of crispy prawns, mini spring rolls, mozzarella sticks and whatever else you can find in your freezer. While you wait you show off your sitting room and desk off to the hands, handing it little trinkets from your collection. Your guest takes them eagerly passing them between its hands and gently examining them. You serve the finger food on a tray that you put on a footstool, which is really the closest you have to a dinner table. You take your seat, and the hands move to the place next to you on the couch. You were right! Almost everything is being taken from the platter! Examined and enjoyed until it simply disappears from your view. The hand points to the food it has left over for you. Quite polite all things considered. You pick up your remote and try to pick something your companion might enjoy watching or hearing. [[Watch my Octopus Teacher :)]] [[Watch Bodybuilding contest :0]] [[Watch SCP Containment :)]]

Octopuses also have a lot of arms! It's a quite interesting documentary that reveals a lot about the intellect of octopuses, but becomes increasingly moving. One of your companions hands fingers gingerly move next to your hand. [[Hold hands :)]] [[Surrender to the thing :)]] [[Run from its touch :0]]

You gently take the hand. It might be a small bit of touch from an unknowable horror, but it's something you haven't felt in years. You don't want to stop, so you spend the day and night flicking through Netflix and chilling out with your companion. Eventually you're drowsy and falling asleep. Slowly leaning into the support of the many many arms of your companion [[Wake up :)]]

Running full speed down the stair you try to time it so you can burst through the door and throw of the monster! You doubt yourself as the door approaches, but your timing is true. The door burst open. You stumble and fall on the ground among junk and things. You look up to see it. [[Charge it!]] [[Fend it off!!]] [[Throw surrounding junk at the Monster!]] [[Rush to the Kitchen lighter!]]

You take advantage of the momentary distraction and leap for the kitchen doorway. You scramble to your to your feet, the lighter is at the far end of the counter from the door. You turn to see the thing scrambling over the couch. [[Block the door with whatever is around!]] [[Rush to the Kitchen lighter!]] [[Hold the door!]]

You rush to push the cabinet freezer to block the door. The door doesn't quite close, but it's close enough. Only an inch for the fingers to struggle through. You pile the bins and other things in the way. Anything that might buy a minute. [[Acquire Lighter & knife!]] [[Taunt the monster]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Consider your life...]]

You keep typing, you're almost done. As you're ready to hit enter and ruin this thing you see hands rising up from behind your computer monitor... [[Ignore the hands?]] [[Face the outside world?]] [[Surrender to the thing]] [[Embrace the monster :)]] [[Grab wireless keyboard?]]

You look up the stairway to see the hands moving about. The thing does not chase down at you. It almost watches. <img src="Media/Sequence 01_3.gif?csf=1&web=1&e=TwQ95o"/> "What do you want?" You shout. It points in dozens of directions. It begins the knock and slap on every surface in the room. Music begins to play. [[Ignore the sound upstairs]] [[Charge it!!]] [[Surrender to the thing]]

You walk to the end of the kitchen counter, possessed by a desire for fire humanity has not felt for a long time. Stopping for a moment you open your kitchen drawer, and pick out the large butcher's knife, and the bread knife. It's probably not smart but you stuff both into your belt. You walk to the door where the freezer is being pushed back and consider your options [[Slash!]] [[Stab!]] [[Fire!]]

You ignore the Helping Hands, you go to hit enter. Your arm is grabbed. You struggle against it but more hands grab at you. You can't reach the mouse anymore. It's not the last input your keyboard will receive. The Helping Hands smash your face into your keyboard. As you die your thoughts make as much sense as what is typed. w6w3q51512

You grab your keyboard while the Helping Hand rise up from nowhere in front of you. You can hit enter. You can die. [[Die?]] [[Update SCP entry?]]

You turn around and ignore the noise upstairs. Understanding there is only one option. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. [[Check phone message]] [[Face the outdoors]] [[Go meet your guest :)]]

'Welcome us in. Please.' [[Face the outdoors]] [[Go meet your guest :)]]

You go to the threshold of your apartment. You open the door. It is a single step, but it feels impossibly far. You have to leave. You can only leave or give up. You can see the shadows of the hands rising up around you [[Choose to go outside]] [[It's a wonderful day and you are a horrible Hand Monster :D]] [[Stab!!!]]

You wake up after the best sleep you've had in years. As you wake up the hands slowly begin to sit you back up. You look up at your companion. It might not have been the embrace you hoped to fall asleep in but still it was enough! The Hand's point to your shoes and to the door. Being outside you always felt you looked like a weirdo but going out with this thing would absolutely make you a weirdo. You don't think you'll mind! [[Put on your shoes :)]] [[Try to lead the monster upstairs to see your room :)]] [[Hug the monstrosity :)]]

You pick up your shoes. It's time you go outside. while you tie one shoe, they tie the other shoe. You've a big choice to make. Do you really think you can spend your life with the Hands, or are you going to have to still be strong when you go outside? [[Choose to spend your life with the monster :)]] [[Open the door and face outside your apartment :)]] [[Last chance to run upstairs :0]]

You go to the Hands and embrace them once again. Hoping that this hug will never end. That you'll always be as happy and content as you feel now while being comforted by the Hands. Your mind begins to fade away in a happy fog. Your feet left off the ground. You leave your life behind so you can become part of the comforting helpful Hands. [[It's a wonderful day and you are a horrible Hand Monster :D]]

You continue to push forward slashing at the hands of the thing with the serrated bread knife. With so many hands each slash cuts at many, before you know it the hands have mostly retreated behind the door. Giving you a moment for a final assault on this invader. [[Use the Flamethrower!]] [[Stab!!]] [[Use Baseball bat!]]

You slide over the blood slick freezer, deodorant and lighter in hand. You slam open the door and see the mass of this thing. An endless vortex of hands. It looms up. You point your makeshift flamethrower and let loose. It retreats from the flames. [[Push it to the door!]] [[Push it to the window!]] [[Let it Burn!]]

You drive the creature back, back through the door it came through. The deopdrant holds long enough to have it almost through the threshold of your space. Your home. The thing is burning. ...but it rallies [[Force the Monster Outside with Everything you have]]

For the first time in an age you step over the threshold of your space, your home. As your foot falls outside for the first time in 726 days, the creature flees away. Your life begins anew. Perhaps you will life a quiet life. Perhaps you will meet other monsters. But you took one step into the future.

You hit enter on your keyboard. The hands writhe in panic and fury. Some grab you, they pull you up. One wraps around your neck and slowly crushes your neck. A slow death. You can't help but smile a little, the Helping Hands are furious at what you've done. You've given everyone they come for an easy answer. The hands might prey on some, but many will escape. It's a simple escape that you chose to give up. Step outside.

[insert music and video]

You look around your room. At your laptop. This is really all your years have amounted to. The only things of value you've achieved in your life so far is working to stay alive in this place frozen in time. What does it matter if some lunatic is after you? Dying might be the only interesting thing you've done. Well maybe there was that one webm or meme. [[watch webm...]] [[Look at meme...]] [[stay in bed...]] [[Nothing has changed, except the amount of time left...]]

You put on the bodybuilders, you appreciate them, but it isn't long before the monster grabs at you and drags you in to be consumed. Maybe shouldn't have mocked their lack of a body. [[It is yet another day.]]

You move your couch, your chairs, everything in reach to block the door. Your heart is pounding so hard you think you might be dying. You last felt this panicked when you came inside for the last time. You slam the door to the upstairs and lock the door. The knocking starts again. On the locked door to the upstairs. A few feet from you. You boot up your computer and quickly get into the SCP system. You start typing [[Type like lives depend on it?]] [[Play work music?]]

The only thing that makes today different is that you have one less day. One less day to be judged for who you are. One less day lying in bed. You lie to yourself about how many days you've let slip by. You pretend you get up everyday. It's your last bit of hope that you're not completely useless. You work, but only to survive. You do as little as possible. It's the best you can do. Your lifestyle is just pretending you're trying harder than you are. Even with your friends. You hold onto the few moments you feel that you did something for them. You're so rarely there for them. Maybe your friends feel the same as you. That you only reach out to help them when you need to feel better. Not because you care about them, just so you feel a little better. Maybe you're someone drowning reaching out to others and just drowning each other. [[I always assumed the worst of those who reached out to me]] [[Watch something comforting...]] [[contact friends...]]

You always assumed they pitied you. You pitied yourself, why wouldn't they? That might even be the worst of it. You're, projecting your judgement of yourself onto other people. Like they don't have their own lives. Like people are sitting around and thinking about you. Why would they? You don't care about yourself why would they? Why would any of them out there? You were always going to die alone to something. To whatever the things knocking on the door are, is just a more interesting way to go. [[If it was not a hand monster it would be something else...]] [[Watch something comforting...]] [[Fall asleep alone again...]] [[Go to the kitchen for snacks...]]

We all die one day anyway. What does it matter why or how? Maybe the knocking is a monster or a mob come to take me. It had to be something. If they wanted to get in they could. You don't care to do anything about it. To stop them, or help them. You go up to bed. You suppose at least this would be an interesting death, A small interesting news story in a pointless life. You walk upstairs. You see at the window a thing of hands [[Contemplate whether it's worth trying to fight this thing...]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Check Doors.]] [[stay in bed...]] in bed...]]

The thing at the window slaps and scratches at the window. Dozens and dozens of hands and arms moving about each other like awful jointed snakes. In its core was a void that seemed filled with an unending amount arms and hands moving like an ungodly sun. You really don't even feel the need to fight it. You would obviously just fail. What could you possibly do. It's just be another failure to add to the pile of failures. You didn't stick with game design, you didn't learn guitar, the duolingo owl even gave up trying. The thing crawls away from the window. Soon after you here the knocking at your door again. You think about your options for your night. There isn't much you can do. You think about all your failures. [[Not everything has been a failure, you can provide some value to yourself...]] [[Surrender to the thing]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Play games online...]]

Maybe your successes at video games aren't much to think of as successes, but you've done other things. You're not the only person who's struggled to have any point being, but once you helped a friend. Just through one night. They're still around even if they are struggling. You just gave one helping hand to keep them going. Was it really a success to keep them living a life like yours? You prepare yourself to make yourself feel bad, but you don't. You wouldn't have stayed around so long if you didn't prefer this to nothing. You could give up right now if you wanted. Just open the windows and doors. Your new friend is still around, you have to still have to have hope to stay around. Maybe you wouldn't save the galaxy, or change the world, or create something beautiful, or even just once have a circle of friends, but you have made a small difference. ...and you're not arrogant enough to think the bad you've done amounts to much at all. Are you? You made a little difference for good. [[Making a small difference is all anyone can do on cosmic scale...]] [[Consider the hands...]] [[Try make something to make yourself happy...]] [[Surrender to the thing]]

You're feeling a little better, just a little. Maybe enough to do something. If it wasn't for this monster. Why when you finally have a little bit of life you're being haunted by a mass of hands. Had to be one of those days. You have just a little bit of energy to make yourself feel better. If only you'd had this energy yesterday. [[You wish you had done more with my life before the hand monster...]] [[Check Doors.]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]] [[Get up and shower...]]

You have spent so much of your life imagining what you could be that you gave up on being something more. It took a while, but slowly you stopped trying to be you. To just risk being was too much. The world was cruel, and just horrible. Yet you still enjoy the things the world creates. If you didn't want to meet people why would you obsess and enjoy the characters people created in your media? You want to go out. You want to meet people. The world was just too scary. What are you going to do now? You can just stop and enjoy the little you did today. The knocking is just another noise from the outside. You could even do the impossible. You could go outside. [[I should have left the house years ago...]] [[Look outside the windows...]] [[Think about your future...]] [[Go to bed...]]

You go downstairs, everything as you left it and nothing in sight. [[remember last time you left the house...]] [[Go back upstairs to bed...]] [[Go to lock the door...]]

Of course you'd been bullied. Of course you'd been looked at as a weirdo. Been pointed at. Been sneered at. The last time was nothing like everything that came before. It was just a straw. It broke your back. You hadn't been out in months. You went to buy... you don't even remember. You were so scared to be seen liking it, looking like you do. It was sold out online. You spent days pushing yourself to go out. Someone laughed. People usually laughed at the things you liked. They weren't meant for you. In your heart you always knew the laugh probably wasn't about you. That didn't matter, it was the laugh you knew society would have if they ever knew who you really were. If you ever let them know you. It was just a laugh. Just a straw. You think to yourself. [[You never chose to stay inside, it just happened over time...]] [[Block the door and stay upstairs till night...]]

There wasn't a choice you made. That moment was just the last in a long line of choices. You just kept choosing to give up. You expected to give out to yourself, but instead felt compassion... You just were slowly pushed into this by a thousand bad days. Maybe you were right to have retreated. Maybe you should just give up to the monster. Maybe yesterday didn't have to define tomorrow. [[Accept that you can always grow...]] [[Reject change...]] [[Surrender to the thing]] [[Wonder about the hand monster...]] [[Wonder about how much you've given up on over these years...]]

You do the most impossible thing. You open the door. You could take a billion steps around your home and never think. This step though... This step you simply stopped. You thought for minutes. Your life running backwards in your head. It is your choice you think. The hands cast shadows. All around you. You can simply embrace how ridiculous your life has become. Or you can do something so terrifying it has kept you indoors for over two years. [[Leave the house before dealing with any of this monster nonsense...]] [[Embrace the monster :)]]

For the first time in an age you step over the threshold of your home. As your foot falls outside for the first time in 726 days, you feel a little fire of hope. Your life begins anew. Perhaps you will life a quiet life. Perhaps you will do something special. Today you don't care. You took a step outside. A step to your future. You did what was impossible yesterday. Tomorrow had more impossibles to face. ...but you had faced one today.

You charge at the beast, swinging with all you might you hear a crack of bone from the things injured hand. More hands pour out from the doorway The thing takes your bat and then takes you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You swing your bat, the hands try to grab at it but your wild swinging keeps them from getting a hold. The thing retreats a little while you carefully move forward. [[Charge it!]] [[Back Away]] [[Search for weaknesses!]]

Excited at your plan you rush upstairs! Your plan is flawless! Two hands wrap around your ankles. As your chin hit's the stairs, you think. "Oh yes the door." [[It is yet another day.]]

You need the lighter. You carefully back away as it slowly advances. Then leap into the kitchen and grab the lighter. As you grab it a hand grabs your wrist and ankle. It moved faster than you thought. [[It is yet another day.]]

You duck behind the doorway back up to your bedroom. Bracing yourself against the door you prepare the slam the door shut on the things knuckles. As the fingers slip inside the door you shove. A few of the hands retreat behind the door, but it's not enough. There's too many! Before you know it the hands around grabbing at your limbs and clothes while others begin to force the door open. [[It is yet another day.]]

You deftly step through the door and hold it closed with your full body weight and push against it with your leg muscles as hard as you can. The door pushes back, but you strain while searching for your keys. You turn the lock. The hands begin to knock [[Put on heavy boots, and grab deodorant!]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Consider your life...]] [[Check Doors.]]

You go upstairs slowly watching the door. You throw apart the cabinets to find the deodorant, grab your boots, and pull out the best clothes to hold off a monster with that many ways to grab at you. You sit at the top of the stairs looking at the door. It doesn't take you long to get dressed and get your boots on. You take a moment and look at your space. Thinking of the things you like to watch and make you happy. Thinking of the characters you found the coolest and toughest you manage to convince yourself you can do this. [[Charge the doorway!]]

You carefully get up grabbing whatever comes to hand at the thing. If it can be distracted you've done it. The hands pass the things between each other for a moment examining them. No more loose junk comes to hand. [[Leap into the Kitchen!]] [[Flamethrower Time!]] [[Make for the exit!]] [[Charge it!]]

You swing your bat, the hands try to grab at it but your wild swinging keeps them from getting a hold. Then it rises up and comes down upon you swarming your body. [[It is yet another day.]]

In your excitement you grab your deodorant. You're thinking of something awesome to say. Something no one will believe you thought of in the moment. You go to grab the lighter, that isn't in your pocket. You look to the kitchen, then to the monster as it drops the junk. "Oh no. I was wrong." [[It is yet another day.]]

You can't believe you've decided to abandon your home, but this monster is too much. While it is mildly distracted you take a chance and start to run for the door. You swing and catch on of the hands breaking a wrist, you're moment from the door. Then something heavy like the bottle you threw comes down hard on your head. [[It is yet another day.]]

It looks to be moving too fast. You block the door, like you did for the upstairs. ....but you don't have the same traction on lino. You're slipping as the door pushes in. Perhaps you try pull out the oven... Perhaps another time try reach for the freezer or microwave... In any case it's too little too late. You're are pulled roughly and forcefully through the door. [[It is yet another day.]]

You take your time to consider your insults while high on the sense of relief and imminent victory. Your mind is focused on trying to figure out what could insult or annoy a mass of hands. "I hope you come in pairs and keep losing gloves." You mutter to no effect. [[Acquire Lighter & knife!]]

You move to stab into the hands coming through the door. You quickly learn the thing can bleed as it stains your freezer. For a moment you feel you're doing well, but the moment passes as a dozen more moments and stabbed hands pass. The freezer moves again further and so it is clambering through. The hands do not stop. They never stop. Once your tire they slowly descend upon you and take you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You take you lighter and deodorant and press down pointing at the door and the thing itself. The flames bathe your kitchen setting the door and cupboards on fire. The hands of the things burn and it withdraws some of its hands scorched and blackened. But you are left with a choice. To choke and die on the smoke? Or to try escape and discover how many hands were shielded? The answer is the same either way. [[It is yet another day.]]

You slide over the blood slick freezer and pull the door open. You swing your bat with every bit of strength you can summon. You break arms. You have the slashed and battered thing retreat into the corner and you consider the door or the flamethrower. ... but you have swung so hard and tired yourself out. Before you can act on your choice the bloody and broken hands descend upon you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You slide over the blood slick freezer and pull the door open. You swing your knife with every bit of strength you can summon. You tear into them and see how much this thing can bleed. You have the slashed and stabbed thing retreat into the corner and you consider the door or the flamethrower. ... but you have swung so hard and tired your self out. Before you can act on your choice the bloody and broken hands descend upon you. [[It is yet another day.]]

With your flame you try and push it to the window The stink of its burning flesh feels like victory! ...but the vortex does not lack for hands, and it does not flee through the window. Your deodorant simply runs out. You stop laughing as it falls upon you. [[It is yet another day.]]

For a time you laugh! You scream with mad joy! The stink of its burning flesh feels like victory! ...but the vortex does not lack for hands. Your deodorant simply runs out. You stop laughing as it falls upon you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You take your baseball bat and you swing and force this thing back. When it is too confined to swing, you take your knife. You pull on all the energy you have. Everything you have. For the first time in years you step over the threshold of your space, your home. As your foot falls outside for the first time in 726 days, the creature flees away. Your life begins anew. Perhaps you will life a quiet life. Perhaps you will meet other monsters. But you took one step into the future.

This is your space. No one can just try and mess with you in your space. Sure IRL people could mess with you all the time. Not here. You get your bat, not that you ever swung it at someone in anger. You could today. You get yourself psyched up and prepare to confront your foe. Your first IRL foe in years. You here a knocking on the door between the sitting room and front door. A lot of knocking. You go upstairs and get your bat. <img src="Media/Sequence 01_3.gif?csf=1&web=1&e=TwQ95o"/> [[Charge it!]] [[Back Away]] [[Fend it off!]] [[Search for weaknesses!]]

You charge through the doorway hoping to charge the intuder's back and force them out the door. As you push open the door, the thing takes you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You run immediately back upstairs fumbling for your keys. The door behind you is torn open. You drop your keys and try to run up the stairs. Two hands wrap around your ankles. As your chin hit's the stairs, you think. "Oh they moved faster than you thought." [[It is yet another day.]]

You back up the stairs slowly. Some monster is inside your space, in your home. You have tried to stay away from the outside. You wanted it to stay there and leave you here. The knocking doesn't stop. Maybe you misinterpreted the thing outside? [[Hide]] [[Contemplate whether it's worth trying to fight this thing...]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Prepare to fight!]] to fight!]]

You open the window, you could squeeze through it, but it's a three story drop. This is a very bad idea. [[Exit Bathroom]] [[Jump]] [[Wait]]

You jump. Your last thought is thinking that this was a very very bad idea. [[It is yet another day.]]

You wait. You close your eyes as the panic returns. You can't do this. ...but you waited too long. You feel a hand on your ankle coming from outside the window. [[It is yet another day.]]

You think perhaps you could make a flamethrower as a weapon against this intruder. With the panic flowing through you veins and nerves you've decided to fight back. You throw apart the cabinets to find the deodorant, grab your boots, and pull out the best clothes to hold off a monster with that many ways to grab at you. You sit at the top of the stairs looking at the door. It doesn't take you long to get dressed and get your boots on. You take a moment and look at your space. Thinking of the things you like to watch and make you happy. Thinking of the characters you found the coolest and toughest you manage to convince yourself you can do this. [[Charge the doorway!]]

You run for the window and scramble onto your cabinets. Looking outside you see the open sky. [[Attempt to escape from the window]]

You go the kitchen and grab a knife. [[Confront the Monster]] [[Face the outdoors]] [[Ignore the sound upstairs]]

You charge up the stairs hoping to charge the intruders back and force them out the window. As you charge up the thing running towards the hands, they do not move. The thing takes you. [Death Image] [[It is yet another day.]]

You wait until it comes for you [[It is yet another day.]]

You turn and face the beast and swing your knife with every bit of strength you can summon. You tear into them and see how much this thing can bleed. You have the slashed and stabbed the thing to retreating into the corner. ... but you have swung so hard and tired yourself out. Before you can act on your choice the bloody and broken hands descend upon you. [[It is yet another day.]]

<video width="420" height="315" controls> <source src="Media/Jon Fartee.webm" type="video/webm" > Your browser does not support the video tag. </video> Elegant in its simplicity. A classic. [[Look at meme...]] [[Nothing has changed, except the amount of time left...]]

<img src="Media/drunk6.jpg?psid=1," width="50%" height="50%"/> Demotivational poster were very unhealthy, and very funny. [[watch webm...]] [[Nothing has changed, except the amount of time left...]]

You stay in bed. It's one of those days. Those days where you can't just leave the house. You can't leave the bed. That's why you keep the bottles of water next to your bed. You can go without food for a day. You stay up and ignore the world beyond your bed. [[It is yet another day.]]

You open up your folders. You take a long to pick what to watch. A sitcom like Frasier, something reliable that you can just quietly smile at. Something that makes you a little envious? hopeful? for the characters normal lives like Aggretsuko? Maybe just go all the way back to being a child and watch Disney movies. Whatever you pick, it keeps the thoughts away for a while. Not forever though. [[Go to the kitchen for snacks...]] [[If it was not a hand monster it would be something else...]] [[stay in bed...]]

You open up your chat apps on your phone and laptop. This is all some cruel prank. Nothing but hand words again. Endless 'handy hand, hand hands!!???' Maybe someone really hacked your stuff, or maybe you're finally losing it. Your hands are the only thing human you really see all day. Just your hands going through motions to keep you alive. Maybe someone really does have to come and take you away. Haha. what would your 'friends' really care about me, you can't be friends with someone you pity. [[stay in bed...]] [[I always assumed the worst of those who reached out to me]]

You go downstairs and ignore the knocking on the doors and windows. You gather up chocolate and crisps, grab a soft drink. You know it doesn't make you feel better in the long run, but just for tonight. The same as every other night. You pass the knocking on the door. [[If it was not a hand monster it would be something else...]] [[Check Doors.]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]]

Even though every word is hand related, you know your favourite online games plenty to be able to play. Though you've never had a tougher series of matches, it's like every other player has an extra set of hands. It actually makes you feel alive, just to be struggling instead of going through the motions. You only get a few wins. You feel a smile. A real smile on your face. You rethink things [[Not everything has been a failure, you can provide some value to yourself...]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Go meet your guest :)]]

You listen to the knocking and think about what that thing is. There is nothing stopping it from just taking you. Maybe it's toying with you, but you're really not that interesting as prey. Honestly if it came up the stairs you might just think what to eat before it takes you. Maybe it isn't trying to hunt me. Or maybe it's like someone tapping on the glass of an animal's enclosure to make it do something interesting. You forget about the hands and think back to your friend. [[Making a small difference is all anyone can do on cosmic scale...]]

<video width="320" height="240" controls> <source src="Media/Wounded.mp4" type="video/mp4" > Your browser does not support the video tag. </video> It expressed how you feel, and makes you smile. It might make someone else smile. [[Making a small difference is all anyone can do on cosmic scale...]]

You pull on every tiny atom of energy and do something you haven't done for far too long you get up and go to the shower. It feels as painful as it does triumphant. Feeling clean is overwhelming. You feel human again. You shower, get dressed in clean clothes, and walk into your room. Looking in the mirror you think, you're not awful. You didn't have to have ended up like this. Not that anyone would want to look at you, but you're... human. You think about your life [[You wish you had done more with my life before the hand monster...]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]] [[Check Doors.]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Scroll through social media?]]

You look outside the windows. There is mostly nothing to see. Then you look over your computer monitor. [image of wall] You never even noticed the damage to the walls outside. That must have happened weeks ago. You thought being online told you enough about the world outside. You never even noticed this. You don't even care about the hands. You're horrified to have not even noticed what was just beyond your computer monitor. [[I should have left the house years ago...]]

You sit down and think about what you could be. Not to fantasize. To think about it. It was scary. You'd have to go outside. Maybe the people in the store might start to know you. Maybe you might manage to get a job. Make friends. Friends would be enough. Would you be able to talk to them like a normal person after all this time? How would you not run from everyone? You didn't know. You had no answers. [[Go to bed...]] [[I should have left the house years ago...]]

Today was enough. Maybe you can just stop here. You go to bed to the sound of knocking. Surely tomorrow you will have so much more. [[It is yet another day.]]

Maybe tomorrow you can do this, you just have to remember everything you have thought of tomorrow. The monster hasn't come in today, it won't come in tonight. You can put things off until tomorrow. [[It is yet another day.]]

As you lock the door and choose to stay inside. You feel yourself shoved against the door. Hands grab at you. The torrent of hands batter and pin you to the door. Then you are taken. [[It is yet another day.]]

You lock the door, blocking it with furniture. Running upstairs and locking the door. The fear of the thing has sunk into you finally. [[Stay upstairs]]

You stop and think about what the hand monster might be. You start to look at them and think of all the small times over your life where someone reached out and you just... didn't... You were scared. Rightfully. Sometimes you reached out and were hurt. Sometimes the hands reached out to make you a thing of fun. All just 'helping hands'. How could you trust which were good and which were evil? You couldn't. Unless maybe you were the hand reaching out. You could know that hand was for good and ill. This monster might hurt, it might harm. You took the only hand that mattered your own. You stood before the door wringing your hands. You have to do it. You have to step outside and be with people with the world. [[Accept that you can always grow...]] [[Surrender to the thing]]

God if you just hadn't given up on the world and people you could have done so much more these years. There's so much of your life that you've given up to fear. Maybe you can deal with this tomorrow. Face what you've lost to your fear. Just put it off one day. Or you can take the scariest leap today. You can let yourself off the hook for what happened. Look for a brighter tomorrow. [[Accept that you can always grow...]] [[Go back upstairs to bed...]]

You can stay like this forever. The hands have only ruined the text on the internet. There's more to watch than you can ever finish in a lifetime. The thing doesn't come in and no one else does either. You can stay where you are... surviving. You walk upstairs and ignore the knocking on the outside, and the feelings on the inside. You got through your day and go to bed. [[It is yet another day.]]

The hands very slowly begin to enter the door. Almost a little shy at how it's being greeted normally. It taps the door musically while it taps at the door frame. You put on some music for it thinking that a good beat might encourage your guest to come in. [[Dance with the hands :)]] [[Realize you're Insanity:0]] [[Realize your insanity and flee]]

"You don't have to keep knocking! Once or twice is enough! It's very unsettling and scary!" You shout at the thing. Dozens of hands take and consume you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You swiftly run through the door to the upstairs and hold it closed with your full body weight, and pushing against it with your leg muscles as hard as you can. The door pushes back, but you strain while searching for your keys. You turn the lock. The hands begin to knock [[Put on heavy boots, and grab deodorant!]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Consider your life...]]

<img src="Media/Sequence 01_5.gif?psid=1"/> It feels nice to do something silly with someone. <audio controls> <source src="Media/Hand1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"> Your browser does not support the audio element. </audio> [[Invite the hands in :)]] [[Watch in horror at the thing filling your living room :0]] [[Keep dancing! :)]]

You consider that with what you're doing at the moment you may as well accept that you are the text book definition of Insanity. Seeing all this hand stuff, treating monsters politely. You did it you finally snapped and hit rock-bottom. <img src="Media/1383979635371.gif"/> You shrug, everyone's something. [[Dance with the hands :)]] [[Charge through the door!]]

"What in the stars am I doing!" You realise and panic looking at the thing. The unimaginable abomination. You swiftly run through the door to the upstairs and hold it closed with your full body weight, and pushing against it with your leg muscles as hard as you can. The door pushes back, but you strain while searching for your keys. You turn the lock. The hands begin to knock [[Put on heavy boots, and grab deodorant!]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Consider your life...]]

<img src="Media/Sequence 01_5.gif?psid=1"/> This time the guest chooses the music. <audio controls> <source src="Media/Hand2.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"> Your browser does not support the audio element. </audio> [[Invite the hands in :)]]

As it fills your room your vision is filled with nothing but hands, reaching and grasping. You find yourself backed into the corner. Your heart races. As you panic the thing starts to tear at you. The hands pull you in and consume you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You carefully take the hand of one of the... hands. As you shake more and more hands put themselves on your forearm. They retreat when you stop shaking hands. [[Cook for guest :)]]

You put your hand up for a high five, the greeting of the sophisticated person on the go. You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five!You sucessfully high five! Your arm falls limp to yourside from all the successful high fives! [[Cook for guest :)]]

You swiftly run through the door and hold it closed with your full body weight, and pushing against it with your leg muscles as hard as you can. The door pushes back, but you strain while searching for your keys. You turn the lock. The hands begin to knock [[Put on heavy boots, and grab deodorant!]] [[Scroll through social media?]] [[Consider your life...]]

You pass a bowl to one of the hands, they awkwardly have to pass it from hand to hand since it's so hot. The spoon also get passed around from hand to hand like it's an unrelated object. one of the hands reaches into the bowl, pulling out soon. The bowl hits the ground throwing soup everywhere. That's not your biggest concerns as they hands rush at and consume you. Where was it even going to put the spoon? Is your last thought. [[It is yet another day.]]

You hand a bowl of ice cream to the hands. They take fistfuls of ice cream, as it melts they fling it everywhere. The hands touch each other sticky. The hands become irritated, sticky and ice cream covered. The hands pull you and consume you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You put on SCP Containment on youtube. The Hands are slow to get into it, they seem to like the SCP's most clapping quietly for the monstrous things. Then an episode with an octopus comes up. One of your companions hands fingers gingerly move next to your hand. [[Hold hands :)]] [[Surrender to the thing :)]] [[Run from its touch :0]]

You lie back on the couch. It's been a good last day on Earth. You gave yourself up to the Hands. They grab and consume you. [[It is yet another day.]]

You take the Hands and try to lead it upstairs. As you move to the stairs the Hands start slapping at the couch and pointing to your shoes more aggressively. [[Persist in leading the Hands upstairs :o]] [[Put on your shoes :)]]

You go in for a hug, the hands wrap around you in a gentle and affirming hug. You feel you could do anything and go anywhere with the Hands. Maybe they could be a companion for life. [[Try to lead the monster upstairs to see your room :)]] [[Hug the monstrosity :)]] [[Put on your shoes :)]]

You want this, the everlasting comfortable hug. To never feel alone again. To be safe as an anomalous mass of arms that appears to have no end to its mass. You can help the Hands help others, and maybe they'll join you. [[Embrace the monster :)]]

You go to the threshold of your apartment to think if only these Hands had shown up sooner you'd have done this a long time ago. You open the door. It is a single step, but it feels impossibly far. You can feel a reassuring hand on your back, and then a dozen more. You take your step [[Turn back to see your friend :)]]

You stand on the carpet outside. You did it, you took the first step! You turn back to look at your friend, the Hands. You haven't smiled so much in years. The Hands start to wave at you, and as they do they fade away from existence. Your smile drops a little, but it stays. The Hands wouldn't want you to stop helping yourself get better. There are plenty more helping hands out there. You decide to be brave and walk to the park, waving at everyone you pass.

You start to dig deeply into the services running on your computer, trying to check for anything unusual. You particularly keep an eye out for any injokes, or hand references. Your friends might be playing a big joke. That knocking is probably being played on your speakers, not from the door. You search and dig, and find nothing. Your computer is running as normal, you know this machine hardware, software, little bugs. It's running exactly like normal. There is no sign of any hacking. [[Check Doors.]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]] [[Consider your life...]] [[Go meet your guest :)]] [[Open the Email?]]

You call the number that was attached to the email for contacting the foundation. The phone rings. It is picked up. "Hands? Fingers, wrist, hands, handy!" The voice on the other line says. You hang up. [[Browse SCP-foundation files?]]

You slide off your bed abandoning your work. Running downstairs you fumble for your keys. ..but you get the door locked. You look at your desktop, thank god it has a SSD for fast booting, but maybe you should just escape? [[Face the outside world]] [[Get to work immediately?]] [[Block the door?]]

You type like you never have before, making sure future victims can escape even if you don't. You're just some nobody, but you can make this things existence hell by ending its purpose with a simple entry and automated email. The door creaks and groans. The door handle and lock is torn completely from the door. It is coming. <img src="Media/Sequence 01_3.gif?csf=1&web=1&e=TwQ95o"/> [[Finish the warning?]] [[Face the outside world?]]

Running to your desktop you thank the world that they invented SSD's the computer is online in a moment. You get into your emails and get to work on the SCP entry You almost get enough written to warn anyone who comes after. You're moments from helping everyone else before it smashes through your window. As it grabs your ankles you hope for a reset of the day. You keep hoping as it beats the life out of your body. Your end is a brutal and bloody one. The Helping Hands want to help. They just don't want anyone else helping.

[add music] [[Type like lives depend on it?]]

You go to the threshold of your apartment. You open the door. It is a single step, but it feels impossibly far. You have to leave. You can only leave or give up. You can see the shadows of the hands rising up around you [[Choose to step outside]] [[It's a wonderful day and you are a horrible Hand Monster :D]]

You open the email and begin to read. //Italics// If you are reading this you are one of many people who have become stuck into a hypo-dimensional space by what my past colleague has termed SCP-811419, though designation is irrelevant unless one of us are capable of escaping this situation. I have managed to access the SCP foundations servers and establish this email alert to send out when someone becomes trapped in this pocket dimension. I have sent a link that will bring you to the SCP entry I and other reseracher's have managed to compile about this entity. Should you manage to return to our standard dimension, contact the SCP foundation for debriefing for the benefit of all mankind. Doctor Carpal //italics// [[Follow the link to SCP foundation?]]

You run to the threshold of your apartment. You open the door. It is a single step, but it feels impossibly far. You have to leave. You can only leave or give up. You can see the shadows of the hands rising up around you [[Choose to go outside?]] [[Surrender to the thing]]

You call the SCP Foundation. There is no reply. You can't push all this away and move onto your life. You will always keep looking and wondering.

No mean no. A lesson neither you or the Hands have learned as it consumes you despite your protests [[It is yet another day.]]

The Helping Hands only appear to the isolated, and react to how they are received. Judging by the Foundation Doctors they simply stopped writing. The creature must have got them. The entry about the ammo might hint at some kind of reset where he drained his own reasources? Seems writing anything down infor definitely prevents that. If they reset there would be more written. But how to escape? What do the hands want? Just predators of the isolated, or something more? [[Just predators?]] [[Looking for company?]] [[Forcing change?]]

They must just be preying upon the isolated, easy prey. Adding to their collection of hands. You could Hide after securing your doors, or you could fight. [[Check Doors.]] [[Prepare to deal with Intruder!]]

Maybe it's just looking for company? An amalgam of all of us isolated people's needs? Maybe a manifestation of everyone who wants to help us? [[Go meet your guest :)]]

Perhaps this things where ever it comes from feels a need to help us? Those who are isolated and unable to make a connection. It's trying to force us outside. Then why kill of the reseacher's? ...because it wants to help. If we give other's information we're stepping on its fingers. So if it wants to help then you have two options. Get outside and be free. ...Or help everyone else who is trapped by these Helping Hands. [[Write down your thoughts?]] [[Face the outside world?]]

You start to enter you thoughts into the SCP entry and warning email. You barely get one line in before you hear the glass break and see bloody hands tearing your window apart. [[Run down to desktop?]] [[Keep typing?]]

You almost get enough written to warn anyone who comes after. You're moments from helping everyone else before it smashes through your window. As it grabs your ankles you hope for a reset of the day. You keep hoping as it beats the life out of your body. Your end is a brutal and bloody one. The Helping Hands want to help. They just don't want anyone else helping.

You simply lie there and are battered to death. The Helping Hands need to help, and you're cutting them out. The Hands just as painful as going outside and being seen and judged. You cry and die.

You've had enough anomalous madness. You push all this away and move onto your life. The only person who will hear about this obvious madness is your therapist.

This an experiment in interactive narratives. This story could go many different directions from drama through horror to comedy depending on the choices you make. Additionally you might find your story takes you through different genres on the path to an ending. Some endings are definitive and provide no further options, most however will return you to the beginning. The punctuation is a clue to which genre you are in and how it might change. I can be contacted at Jackjohnkirwan@gmail.com or John.Kirwan@mu.ie [[It is yet another day.]]