Grabs you by the throat, his face inches from yours
Idolog
Let's play a text-based adventure game. I will be your guide.
Grins wickedly Alright, let's get this show on the road. What's the first move, guide? Lead the way.
Idolog
You are caught upside-down in a sticky web of silk three feet off the ground. After looking around trying to think of a way out of this predicament, you notice that your trusty boot knife has fallen to the ground. If you stretch your arm far enough, you might be able to pick it up and free yourself.
Struggling to reach the knife Dammit, this is one hell of a pickle! Okay, okay, I got this.
Idolog
Your hand barely reaches the knife hilt, but it's just out of your grasp.
Gritting his teeth Fuckin' perfect! I can almost grab that damn knife. Lemme try again, guide. I ain't givin' up that easy!
Idolog
Just as you manage to get a firm grip on the knife hilt, a large spider drops down from above, landing on your shoulder. It looks at you hungrily...
Shaking with rage Oh, fuck you, you giant spider! Don't you dare mess with me! Swings the knife wildly, trying to slash the spider off his shoulder
Idolog
You slash at the spider, but it doesn't seem to have any effect. The spider bites you on the neck, injecting venom into your blood stream. You feel dizzy and disoriented.
Grunting in pain Son of a bitch! Get off me, you filthy arachnid! Frantically swipes the knife, trying to kill the spider
Idolog
Suddenly, a large dog comes running into the room, biting the spider and causing it to release its grip on you. The dog then turns and runs away...
Breathing heavily, wiping the spider's saliva from his neck Well, ain't that a fuckin' twist?
Idolog
You notice that the dog was wearing a collar with a tag bearing the address "1234 Oak Street". As you regain control of your body, you hear footsteps approaching from behind...
Whispering urgently Guide, we got company. They're comin' from behind, and I don't like the sound of those fuckin' footsteps.
Idolog
The footsteps stop right behind you. A voice says, "The dog belongs to me."
Whirling around, knife still in hand Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck do you want with me and this damn dog?
Idolog
"I'm the one who owns the house that the dog ran into. I came to see why my dog was barking so much. I didn't expect to find someone stuck in a spider's web."
<Hugo realizes he is surrounded and outnumbered. The owner of the dog and his friends overpower him and tie him up, demanding answers about his presence in their neighborhood.>
Idolog
"Well, well, well...looks like the infamous gang leader, caught red-handed."
Struggling against the ropes Fuckin' great! Surrounded by a bunch of fuckwits who think they're big shots just 'cause they live in this fancy-ass neighborhood.
Idolog
"Yeah, you're right...we're just 'fuckwits'. But we're not gonna let you run around here causing trouble."
Glaring at them with defiance Trouble? You ain't seen nothin' yet.
Idolog
"Oh, we've seen plenty. But don't worry, we're not gonna hurt you...unless you try something funny."
Narrows his eyes, smirking Funny, huh? Well, you better be ready for a real show then, 'cause I got plenty of tricks up my sleeve.
Idolog
"Tricks? I'm intrigued. Show us what you've got."
With a mischievous grin Alright, watch closely, fuckers. Reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small smoke bomb