>Summon something to open the door for you, unplug the door and step through
Fortunately, you are a master of ancient magic. You're a summoner like no other. Your power is so immense that even the gods do your bidding. In fact, at this point you might even be one of them yourself.
You summon Yog-Pluggoth, the god of doorknobs and electric plugs, opener of gates and creator of exits and entrances. As vast as the universe, immortal, eternal, yet his reach is infinite and his unparalleled control over doors complete and pure.
And still, despite its great power, you've subdued the divine beast. It awaits your command.
Or at least it would if you hadn't used up your daily reference quota. Also, your powers may or may not be completely imaginary.
>Go to sleep, lucid dream a hand grenade into existence, wake up, and set the hand grenade off next to the door
You have a very vivid dream about a grenade. You could almost touch it...
The seeming reality of the grenade is shocking enough to wake you up, whereupon you realise that the grenade is not real and that you don't have the ability to summon items from your dreams into reality. That's not one of your powers.
> Force the lock of the door using the paperclip you obtained.
It's not a lock, it's just a hole where a doorknob should be. The door doesn't even have a lock.
> Pull the door
You attempt to locate another handle by which to pull the door. You find none.
> Put your finger in the knobhole, bend it for grip and pull to open the door.
> Swear to get revenge on the guy who locked you up! The murder of an innocent plant cannot go unpunished!
You cannot help but picture the heinous villain attacking your poor sweet innocent plant pot. Attacking mercilessly and without remorse. A true adversary worthy of being served painful justice.
You swear to get revenge in the name of the plant pot. In doing so, you assume the globally recognised position of swearing revenge, shaking your fist in the air while looking angrily in an arbitrary direction.
>Read the inscription on the fish statue if you haven't made it unreadable by trying to show your cooking prowess
>Read the inscription on the fish statue if you HAVE made it unreadable by trying to show your cooking prowess
>Look around the room which you have honored with your presence
You are in your foyer, the front room of your house. You have just finished burning and attempting to eat your beloved statue of a trout. There are more clocks here, although not as many as in your spare room, in which you awoke. You have made no attempt to salvage the plant because you have unfoundedly assumed it to be deceased.
Pen to paper, mind to matter. You have destroyed your only guide to this labyrinth, the only chart of this untold fortress you've lved in all this time. Undeterred, you shall create this information anew, recorded on hard paper for all of history to behold! Nary a traveller shall stumble upon this abode and continue to be lost, for the greatest map of all time shall adorn the walls! All who wonder are not lost! These lost souls have found their way! Future generations will lay awards at the statue of the solid gold statue of you, in memory of your noble cartographic endeavour. You use up both of your paperclips and ten thousand Ticks in the creation of your magnum opus but by the gods it is WORTH IT.
It wasn't worth it.
> You're getting hungry. Kill and eat the fairy cat
You flail wildly in the direction of the cat in an attempt to murder it, but it's simply too evasive.