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I understand what this game is trying to do., August 3, 2013
I understand what this game is trying to get across, and I genuinely sympathize with anyone who is exploited or harassed.
My only wish is that the game went another step and offered some actual sensible advice on how to maturely deal with sexual harassment instead of automatically assuming that the only option someone has is to retreat to their home and despair in solitude. Perhaps it's a limitation of Twine which can only offer the reader options that the author includes.
(Spoiler - click to show)Your Workplace
At the office one of your male co-workers keeps finding excuses to come over and stand near your desk. You realise it's because he's trying to see down your top.
You get out of your chair. Your annoying co-worker Dexter is here.
"Good Afternoon, Dexter," you say, now at conversational height with him, breaking his direct view down your cleavage.
"Oh, hi," he replies, looking around at the attention this is attracting from the other cubicles. "No need to stand up on my account."
>ASK DEXTER ABOUT WHAT HE WANTS
"Did you need something? I noticed you hovering, and I'm certain you're not just standing over my desk to ogle me, because that would be quite embarrassing for the both of us."
Dexter glances around, tugging at his collar. "Oh, no," he says. "I was going to ask about the TPS report..."
>TELL DEXTER ABOUT GROIN PUNCHING
"Oh, good," you reply. "You might want to be careful sneaking up on me like that, though. Last guy who startled me got socked right in the goodies. Didn't mean to. Pure reflex, on accident. Can't control it..." you say, flailing your arms out in several jerky random directions.
"Oh right." he says, stepping back. "Hey, do you want to get coffee over lunch?"
"No, I have lunch all planned out. But thanks for the offer!"
>GIVE TPS REPORTS TO DEXTER
(first taking some TPS reports)
You hand a half-inch thick stack of TPS reports to Dexter. "Let me know if you need any more."
Dexter goes west.
It's busy in the coffee shop today. While you're standing at the counter a man tries to squeeze past behind you. He puts his hands on either side of your waist and brushes the full length of his body up against you.
You release the hold on your latte, and the pasteboard cup explodes on the floor, splashing still-pretty-hot liquid on the creep's shiny shoes and the hem of his trousers.
"Whoopsie," you say cheerfully. "Oh, sorry about that, you startled me! Might want to be careful rubbing your junk on against a stranger while she's holding hot liquids!"
"It was an accident," he says, staring at his shoes. "You ruined my Italian-"
>TELL HIM ABOUT COFFEE
"And you wasted a four-dollar cup of coffee! I think we'll call it even."
"Can I have another one please?" You turn back to the guy, handing him a stack of napkins. "Good thing this one didn't go higher, they do serve their coffee hot!"