In addition to his plight, he was horribly miserable. All these things added to his already despairing life. As he suffers in his current state, his eyes glistened with the ghosts of his past. Of the abuse and trauma. Failures and lost chances. The good life, of love and prosperity, he had dreamed of in his youth has been wiped away, even the slightest chance. I can only imagine his anguish at the world. Alfred felt persecuted.
But most of all, he was alone. For the longest time, since he was but a puppy, he was alone. No one wanted Alfred, not a whiny, needy, pathetic piece of shit like him. No friends, no family who cared about him. No one wanted to hold him, touch him, or love him. Everyone he has ever loved or tried to befriend rejected him. So he had to love himself. His imagination would become his only friend.

Alfred continued east where he crested a large hill. A glimmer of hope shone in his eye as he looked out in the distance of each direction. To the north was an expansive cornfield, which seemingly went on for miles. On the far side of it, he could see a barn and silo. To the south was a large mangled metal structure with a few shacks sticking out. Further east lead into a large hazy forest, potentially full of small animals.

Which way should Alfred go?

Downhill from here.

Check out the shacks to the south, see if there is anything abandoned for any possible shelter/water/food.

LightsaberGuy 2015/10/25(Sun)17:12 No. 679375 ID: 9317b4
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>>679366
>>679370
Alfred decides that the shacks would be his safest bet. So he trods down the slope of the hill, tripping and tumbling down doing so, which causes him to scrape up his body even further. He drags your limp body several yards south, towards the shacks. Tears are shed from pain and misery, though he keeps on.

As he continues, Alfred finds that the mangled structure he saw earlier turns out to be a fallen power line. Strangely, it seems to be the only one around. He traverses the dusty patch of land where a dilapidated path lies, leading down the row of shacks into the distance. Alfred crawls to the entrance of the first shack and peers inside.

LightsaberGuy 2015/10/25(Sun)17:35 No. 679376 ID: 9317b4
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>>679375
The inside of the run down shack appears even worse on the inside. The tight space festered with a smell almost as bad as him.
The paneling was moldy and cracked at the edges. Maggots and other insects feasting on some dead animal. A few flies buzzed over and began spinning 'round Alfred's head. There was garbage scattered across the floor too. Smelly oil drums, teeming with who-knows-what kind of fluid.
Then he spotted something. He licked his lips as his eyes darted, watching as several rats darted about the room. Being so long without food, he would take any offering at this point.
What should Alfred investigate first:
• Insects in the corner
• Oil drums to the side
• Garbage pile in the center
• Rats scurrying across the floor

Check the rats

>>679391
Overlooking the possible threat of parasites and disease, you lunge after the little rodents—mouth agape, canines bared. You nip and nab, yet each one barely escapes your grasp. You swat and swipe at them, but you are just too slow and exhausted to catch one of those little fuckers. When one pops out of a hole in the wall, another comes scurrying back into one. Just when you begin to lose your mind at this madness, you manage to back one into the corner. It bobs its head, looking for an escape. Just as it makes a break for it, you pounce on it, biting its head off.
You spit the head out along with some rancid blood and begin nibbling at the miniature carcass. There is not much there, mostly guts and blood, but it is more than nothing, you reason. You relish a bit of delight as you dine on your latest meal. Filling your stomach up the slightest bit, wonder now what your next move will be. Hopefully to find something to drink.

>>679983

Check the trash, treasures are in there, like you.

LightsaberGuy 2015/10/30(Fri)16:52 No. 680257 ID: 96e992
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>>680062
You leave the scurrying rats be for the moment, wobbling over to check the piles scattered throughout the room. Most of the refuse is uninteresting: assorted scraps of paper, bits of pipe and metal here and there, bottles of plastic and other bits. There also glass bottles, mainly shattered. You neglect to avoid the shards and wind up cutting the pads of your foot.
There are three piles, in particular, with scents which intrigue you.
You use your paws to sift through the first pile, uncovering a small treasure trove. You find certificates and photographs, of humans. Of weddings, family get-togethers, etc. Just as uninteresting. The interesting scent turns out to be a red herring, though. A dinky little air freshener lies to the side of the pile.
Disappointed, you move on to the next pile.
This smell is more peculiar. You run your nose over the pile, attempting to identify the smell. You sift through some tin cans to find some sort of odorous fungus at the bottom. You begin to move on just when you find something of interest, something what makes your eyes go wide: A dirty old DVD case. "Pee-wee's Playhouse: Season 1", it reads.
The title echoes in your mind, "Playhouse? Playhouse, Playhouse, Playhouse, Playhouse..." You trail off. Just then, a voice calls from inside your head. Just when you thought you had escaped, he comes back.
"What are you doing here, Alfred?" Pickles asks. "You know you can't make it out here, in reality. This world...wasn't meant for you, Alfred. What are you waiting for? You're gonna die soon. It's time to go back to the Playhouse."
Which road do you take:
>"No, I won't! I won't let you take control of my body again! You won't turn me into a killer."
>"Yes, I'll go back. Back to the Playhouse with all my Playhouse friends. Take me there, Pickles."
>Run like hell until you can't hear the voices anymore.

Pause, it's time to do some self reflecting.

What do you Alfred want for in life? Be honest, any hint of self deception and you might as well go back to the Playhouse and delude yourself.

Unless you're honest about what you need and what you want. You're going to set yourself up for disappointment. And that just leads down the path of Pickles and giving him more power. Identify these things, your desires. Then we can see about setting realistic expectations.

Also go shut up Pickles in the Playhouse, he probably needs it more than you.

LightsaberGuy 2015/10/30(Fri)20:52 No. 680302 ID: 96e992
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>>680296
Before acting, Alfred takes a pause to do some to self-reflection. Another, friendlier, voice speaks inside your head. Your superego, perhaps. You communicate with it.

>"What do you Alfred want for in life? Be honest, any hint of self deception and you might as well go back to the Playhouse and delude yourself"

"I-I want to be happy." You wipe tears from your face as you converse with this inner voice. "I want to be healthy, free of this sickness inside and out. I want a world where I'm loved and my friends do not abuse or abandon me. I want to belong. I want to be in control, not being forced to do things I don't wanna do. I—

"Are you LISTENING to me, Alfred?" Pickles scolds. "Don't you dare defy me! Remember, we ARE your mind. You cannot escape us! Remember what happened last time? You WILL return to the Playhouse!"

>"Also go shut up Pickles in the Playhouse, he probably needs it more than you."

You cover your ears and shout aloud in the strongest voice you can manage. "SHUT UP!"
After a few minutes, both of the voices seem to have left, and you untuck from fetal position. You check your surroundings. Seeing them unchanged, you crawl back out of the storage shack

>>680302
This is okay, right now it's just you and nature here. There's no one to hurt or abuse you. The only real threat to you right now is starvation, which is is something you have control over. You have the power here, all you have to do is SURVIVE, same as every other animal. You just have to force yourself to be strong enough to live on your own, then you can be self-sufficient, then you can be happy. Now eat those goddamn rats, with how hungry you are they'll taste absolutely delicious.

>>"I-I want to be happy."

Dear, happiness is a state of mind. One that is not permanent. It comes and it goes. Happiness is an oppurtunity that must be seized. And like all things fade away as one gets used to the intensity. But while this means happiness doesn’t last forever, it also means being sad does not last as well. So take hope. Happiness is out there but you have to reach for it.

>>"I want to be healthy, free of this sickness inside and out.

Health is a state of being. It is a state where you are able to continue living without any undue hardship. Illness comes and goes but avoiding being unhealthy is a much more realistic goal to seek out. That means keeping whatever condition that may be affecting you under control.

>>I want a world where I'm loved and my friends do not abuse or abandon me.

This may be hard to accept, but nothing in this world is free Relationships are an exchange of something, whether affection, attention or some other reason. Love, just freely given is eventually used up by a person if nothing is given back. And the tragic thing is there are people who won’t hesitate to use you. (Also on the other hand be used by you. But that comes with its own problems.)
What we can do is help you watch out for those sort of people. At least until you can develop if a relationship whether friendship or love is worth going into and maintaining.

>>I want to belong.

Something you’re going to have to find out Alfred, people have to make a place for themselves in the world. Very few circumstances would have a place made exactly for you. And there will always be the chance because it was made by somebody else that it would be a trap.

>>I want to be in control, not being forced to do things I don't wanna do. I— 

You always have the power to make your own decisions. Even if options are limited by reality. The thing is, whatever choice you pick even if is an absence of a choice. Still belongs to you and you alone. We can’t make you do anything but we and the world will try to influence you, just like Pickles. But whatever you do, it’s done because you choose to do it.

In any case, I agree with the sad fact that you are hungry and the nearest source of food that is actually filling would be the rats. Currently you don’t have much choice in either you hunt them or try to go on in the hopes of something else. Still your chances would be better in rat hunting in my opinion.

Finally perhaps you should give us a name? Things that have names are given a stronger basis in reality. And giving a name also gives power over a thing. So besides giving us a name, perhaps you should add to Pickle’s name.