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| 02 Apr 2015 10:46 PM |
(I finally tried my hand at what I thought would be an interesting choose-your-own adventure with some meaningful storylines to it. It's not random like other Interactives; there's an actual objective that depends on how posters choose to act. I encourage you to think about your choices during this narrative and lead our protagonist to glory. This won't be finished in one day, that's for sure.)
(All replies that don't involve an answer to the next course of action will be ignored. I'll write the next part according to the most popular choice within a five-minute span of when the current part is posted.)
(Have fun!)
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You want to kill a Rogue.
There are whisperings that the monsters are beginning to bleed into the countryside over the mountains of Rur. Mutated, shambling ROBLOXian types with arched backs and bloated limbs that prey on any living thing. Villages can be razed by packs of them within a blink of an eye. They don't respond to reason - only the gift of death. But their viciousness and overpowering strength strikes fear and harm faster than ordinary men can do the same.
The Rogue crisis has sent the land into turmoil. ROBLOXians are weary and afraid and are tired of running. But you're not going to flee these monsters; no, you want to find one, and take a life for a life. Somebody has to stand up to them in some way, but how you'll do that, you are not so sure.
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It is pouring rain in the middle of the night as you trudge southward down the winding meadow road. You are fatigued and hungry after your trek to find new civilization. The shadow of a stone building is in the center of the clearing, with blackened forest edges east and westward. It seems this is the only shelter for leagues around.
Approaching through the muddy road, the lights from Victorian windows shine here and there throughout the building's several floors. There must be plenty of ROBLOXians inside, but none are out to greet you.
Slopping up to the crumbling grey steps of the large house's front doors, you make yourself heard by...
A.) Knocking firmly, but steadily B.) Frantically banging and pleading for help |
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Peximus
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| 02 Apr 2015 10:46 PM |
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ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ yeezianity ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ | yo dawg i heard you like memes so here's a meme for you |
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manic344
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| 02 Apr 2015 10:47 PM |
god damnit you found a way to make this serious |
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| 02 Apr 2015 10:49 PM |
I'm blacksmith. I'll give you a longswod for 1000 souls. |
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| 02 Apr 2015 10:56 PM |
"Oh, help! Help meeeee! Heeeeelp!" You let your cries go on for maybe half a minute while pounding incessantly on the metal frame. You even try to force your way in. You can only keep up the act for so long before you have to stop and catch your breath. And in that span, nobody seems to answer.
"For the love of BLOX, STOP THAT BLASTED SHOUTING!" a male cries from above. You shield your eyes from the sheet of rain to see a ROBLOXian in nightwear leaning out of an upper story window. "You bleeding idiot, there's nothing out there! Take your maniacal screaming and get out! Agh, you made me get rainwater all over the curtains..."
His voice trails off as he leans back inside and complains to himself about you.
How will you continue this exchange?
A.) Request to fetch somebody to open the doors B.) Proclaim your importance and demand your will be catered to |
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| 02 Apr 2015 11:20 PM |
You're prepared to launch into another tirade towards the ROBLOXian, but suddenly the doors creak open. In the yellow glows from the torches inside stands an older figure cloaked in brown robes, his arms folded into his cuffs. Through the gloom of the night he stares at you with a withering gaze. "Goodness me, these trying times do unspeakable things to the sense of compassion these days. Are you harmed, my son? My, you look weary."
Feeling a bit more relaxed from the sight of the wizened fellow has given you more civil thoughts. "My name is Ander," you introduce yourself. "And I beg for a place to rest for the night, and to regroup."
The ROBLOXian untucks an arm to hold out and stop you. "You needn't say any more. This abbey wouldn't turn away a soul. Come in and take your damp clothes off. It's a horrible night to be tangling with beasts."
The warmth of the inside hits you like a shroud, and you quickly feel at home. The main hallway into the building is a vast tunnel of unknown age, but its construction was built to last. A female in a light yellow dress steps forward and says nothing as you hand her your soaking wet tunic and exchanges for a towel to throw around your underclothes. The cold rain begins seeping out immediately.
"Tell me, my son," the old ROBLOXian continues as he ushers you down the hallway. "What brings you to our home?"
A.) "Can you tell me your name first, and where I am?" B.) "Just show me to a bed." C.) "Has everyone in the region been coming here?" |
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| 02 Apr 2015 11:21 PM |
| D) I'll give you a longsword for 1000 souls. |
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| 02 Apr 2015 11:25 PM |
i really shouldn't have started this on a dead time like this i will continue this in the morning when people are going to give actual answers |
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| 02 Apr 2015 11:36 PM |
| E) Throw all logic out the window. Sock the robed-man, run for the window, and ride away on a flurry of Bay-like explosions on the W33D MACHINE |
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| 03 Apr 2015 12:28 PM |
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ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノRAISE YOUR DONGERSヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ |
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| 03 Apr 2015 12:46 PM |
You ask for an introduction from the fellow.
"You may call me Barengo, the owner of this little monastery, which is named the Nest," he says. "It was built centuries ago as a journeypoint for pilgrims, but now it has seemed to transform somewhat into a fortress. There are many other travelers and families alike that have called this place their home for now while the outside world still suffers from the Rogues." He looks up to the ceiling which disappears into darkness from its height and lack of proper lighting. "I must say these times have certainly gotten trying for all of us."
He shows you through the first floor which holds the most amenities for refugees like yourself, with many types of other ROBLOXians passing by you and Barengo on the way. They all regard you with a sense of sleepy friendliness. Barengo pauses before the entrance to another chamber and a staircase to the second floor. "Lastly, in here is the dining room, where the guests pass in and out after stopping by the kitchens. This is all I can show you by my own. I must attend to other matters before retiring for the night. Do you have anything else to speak to me about?"
A.) "Where will I stay for the night?" B.) "I shall get supper on my own. Good night, Barengo." C.) "You sounded as if Rogues are causing you trouble, too." |
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| 03 Apr 2015 12:47 PM |
D) Are you gonna take this longsword for 1000 souls, or what?
Jesus tapdancing Christ |
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| 03 Apr 2015 12:52 PM |
| dude your really funny!!!! |
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| 03 Apr 2015 12:52 PM |
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{<~>the 450th rider<~>} add 9k to my post count my 2 prev accs were deleted |
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| 03 Apr 2015 12:53 PM |
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Let's go ride the Himalaya! |
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| 03 Apr 2015 01:05 PM |
You ask for a bed.
"Ah, yes," Barengo nods. "I believe there is a room open on the third floor at the 22nd door on the right..." You wonder if he actually possess such vast knowledge about the individuals living in the Nest or is just guessing out of thin air. "I'm sure you'll find it acceptable. If you are going to sleep, I bid you a good rest. Maybe I will see you for breakfast." He smiles and lowers his head to shuffle off down another corridor.
Climbing the stone staircase to the second floor, you ignore the line of doors extending down the bleary hallway and continue going up. The layout is practically the same on this floor as well. You count twenty-two doors, and a number scratched into the woodwork of the door confirms this is the right room.
You promptly enter and are greeted by the sight of a female ROBLOXian sitting at a candlelit desk in far corner of the room holding a quill pen. She snaps to your direction and jumps up while closing the book she has out, looking very startled.
Your first urgent question is:
A.) "What are you doing in my room!?" B.) "What am I doing in your room!?" |
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