Today, Beacon Hills High School prepares to welcome three new students! The halls buzz with rumors and gossip. Who will break the ice first? Only time (and your humble Narrator) can tell.
You stay, missing out on your chance at romance.
"Oh, shut up already."
He aggressively erases the chalk from the board.
"So you're hearing the voice that calls itself a Narrator?"
"Yes, me and my brothers have been hearing us all day. Do you have any idea of what is going on?"
"Well, until yesterday I was...well, I'm not sure. I was living in Beacon Hills, teaching chemistry..."
You realize this is a waste of time, as he's clearly confused about everything.
"And we just moved here. Do you have any idea why are you hearing the narrator's voice? ...Narrator, why he can hear you? Also, I don't think you gave a satisfactory explanation."
"I was talking to someone by the tree, it all comes back to the tree. I think she tried to kill me!"
He can hear me because he is not a romantic prospect for you.
"...Is that a specific special tree? Do you have any recollection to what happened next? Narrator, what is the criterion for a romantic prospect?"
"Tree stump, not a tree. It's the magic one, the Nemeton or whatever. She threatened to kill me if I didn't help, and then I guess she did kill me. Great. I always knew I would die here."
A romantic option is someone of an appropriate age for you who can reciprocate your affections!
Felix is torn by a bunch of conflicting feelings. Since he already trained away the desire to hug teachers he won't act on that. "You did? Nemeton, he died? Did you bring him back to life or am I dead or what?"
This is a dating simulation. Some of these people are dead, or have found romance. That doesn't matter for you!
"The fuck it doesn't matter, what happens if the simulation ends? What does it mean for it to be a simulation? Is this a dream or are we inside some bizarre tree-computer contraption?"
"If I don't exist, and I'm aware that I don't exist...but I suppose I might not have any thoughts, if you're the only real person here..."
"I mean, you couldn't exactly prove to me that you have thoughts, but the internal experience should still exist to you? And this is a weird magical dream... Narrator, am I the only one dreaming? What happens to everyone if or when I awake up?"
"It wasn't drugs, but I'm curious if you are proposing that we would move here for the drugs or to get away from the drugs?"
"There's some fun things to do. Here we are. Coach! Coach? I have some people who might want to join the team."
They walk into the boys' locker rooms.