The streets were deserted. The children had all been gotten. Now, you, an innocent Captain of Crunch, must get kid from the Doctor Doctor while avoiding the dangers and perils he throws in your way. Remember, the doctor will do anything to get kid

The young man walked into the dark hospital. It was after hours, but he had a mission he had no choice but to complete.

After all, without progeny a man was nothing, he had no legacy, no true purpose. However, if he could do this one thing, and find that one girl, well perhaps he would finally mean something to the world.

Pushing open the door to the hospital and slinking through the halls. He could hear subtle coughs and the sound of quiet breathing. most everyone was asleep, but it didn't matter.

His shoes having been sufficiently broken in so as not to make too much sound. Making his way to the surgery wing where he began noticing signs of the Mad Surgeon's machinations. He narrowly avoided a pencil pitfall, knowing that if he had fallen in not only would he have fallen in, but even worse--provided he survived--he would be plagued with a lifetime of terrible terrible hand writing.

A light pulling his attention from his thoughts, Otto suddenly knew what he had to do.

Quickly making his way through the hallway and to the lit room. As he peeked in he saw a child, unconscious, and on an operation table, no doctor, nurse, or surgeon in sight.

He knew it was time....

Time to get kid.

The woman walked down the deserted street, her eyes ever so gentle. After a moment, she looked down, and realized.

She needed to Get kid.

He had found himself in quite the pickle. Everyone mocked him because he didn't know how to get kid. He wanted to know how to get kid, but he lacked the ability.

Why won't someone teach him how to get kid?

"Somebody, teach me how to get kid."

The doctor fell down from the ceiling. He coughed, and then muttered:

"Time to tame some barbarians and beat their mothers with shovels"

He threw a shovel at the wall, and drew a sword: "I must kill you to keep my Arena record"

And suddenly he approached the table, and he began to draw tools: "I will now abuse and torture this gotten child mua hahahah"

He woke up to a dull ache at the back of his head. The iron taste of blood was fresh on his tongue. He frowned and instantly regretted it, his eyes tearing up from the pain of a cracked lip. He tried to recall what had transpired:

An anime convention.

Stupid rave.

Horny neckbeards chasing him down.

A fight.

He turned over to his side and discovered a pool of blood under him. Thank God, he thought. He thought he pissed himself. He managed to glance down at his waist. For some reason, it really hurt down there. He stifled a sob from the sight of bloody hand prints over his thighs.

What the fuck did they do to me?

Is this what they meant when they said I had to...

As the woman entered the hospital, she was greeted with a strange sight. A man, no, a surgeon, was claiming to torture a gotten child.

This was her time.

Her time to Get Kid.

Suddenly, as he walked into the hospital, he found himself among like-minded individuals. They all had the same look on their faces that he did. They all were aimlessly searching for that one thing that they all wanted most in life.

They were searching the truth of how to get kid.

But how.

"Can you get kid for me?" He asked the woman.

@Celaira

Kid let out a high-pitched gasp as they saw the horrors from below. They had been hiding in the air vents for two - maybe three, four? it felt like an eternity - hours. When was the horror going to end?

When would someone get Kid?

Suddenly the doctor suffers from a stroke, and begin projectile vomiting over the clean floor of the hospital. The surgeon splits in half, one guarding the gotten child while talking to himself crazily about proper grammar, whilst the other began bragging about his arena record and slashing his sword at a broken garbage can. Both doctors are open to attack.

"Arena record!?" Otto suddenly spewed, before covering his mouth. It was too late though, he had been spotted.

No matter. His eyes narrowed as he saw the surgeon split.



He felt a power activate deep within him and a strange energy began to flow from his eyes and through his body. He sprung forth. "I too have arena skillz!" He called out with ferver as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a yo-yo and some industrial shipping tape--his preferred weapons.

"Engarde," he yelled out as he lunged forwards, the string of the yo-yo already on his fingers as he whipped it forth towards one of the doctor's halves. "You will not stand between me and my destiny!"

This kid was minding his own business walking down the dark deserted street humming to power rangers, when suddenly he hears the evil sins of grammar nazism and arena record boasting. His got kid sensors were getting got with got kids that he knew he had to get to keep them from getting got by other got kids.

He knew time was of the essence, and he ran for the nearest got kid, pulling out his trusty shovel.

But surprise! He saw a surgeon split into halves blundering about that which his got kid senses had so keening gotten kid about. He could feel the evil flowing from this kid getter, and he knew...

It was time to get kid...

"Clearly, that surgeon is standing in our way of Getting kid." The woman spoke to the man, her head turning so that she could look into his eyes. "It is time. We must fight back."

She knew. SHe must Get Kid.

And, so, with her mind made up, she straightened her posture, and sized up her opponent.

Today would be the day.

She would destroy that surgeon.

The surgeon split in half again. He seemed to be some sort of human amoeba, with a brain to match. One began urinating on the walls. This urine was highly acidic, and would insta kill anyone who touched it and turned them into a gotten kid.

The other, however, drew two swords and ran swinging them blindly towards the two of you. What do you do?

I touched the urine and I was... gotten.

Neurovoid joins the legions of kids imprisoned in the Kid Khambers, which are an infinite jail that resides in between the Galactial Remorse Planes. It was said to have been created by George Washington in the year 1492. You have joined the kid hivemind. RIP.

The male looked to the woman who was right next to him, distraught that the surgeon was now split in half.

"I will help you. I need to get kid too, and I suspect you're the person who can lead me to get kid. But first," he said, facing forwards, "I will help you with this surgeon."

The surgeon laughed, as he had a supply of nerve gas constantly being pumped into his central nervous system. This kept him from becoming a gotten child at the touch of his urine. He stared at Otto, then threw a urine bomb at him. Roll a d20 for dexterity saving throw.

Donald Trump skidded down the hallways clutching his shovel. He knew he had to get kid and he knew he had to make kid great again. In order to make kid great again, he would have to win this race. Being stuck in the body of a Disney princess from 2013 wasn't exactly making this easy. But he was ready.

He would get kid.

The surgeon disappears in a flash of light. He will return soon.