Yep another forum game, I thought it might be good on this site since we have so many machinima creators present we might get a decent storyline going, anyway.
This game is simple I write a story you choose what you do next, and continue the story based on that, then you put up another choice.
EG. (this is shorter than it should be more random too.)
You lazerbeam an ant, do you get some cake or sit down and cry?
You sit down and cry, you cut yourself as well, and eat some icecream, the ant comes back and kicks you in the face and haunts you for a while.
Call the ghostbusters OR just sing the song in hopes of scaring the ant?
and so on, it's repeating.
Rules are:
*no ending the story
*no killing off the main character
*you have to talk as if you where the main character but in second person (third person is "he". second person is "you". first person is "I". you refer to yourself as "you" dunno why you just do.)
*nothing to apocalyptic, no blowing up the planet or the like
*keep it sane, this is epic not dumb.
* it's set in a fantasty universe i'll make more set in fallout later on, right now we start off in an epic. (not sure thats a rule i'm just voiding complaints.)
Ok, lets begin, shouldn't be too hard to keep this thread alive at the forums beginnings.
You wake up at 2am not sure how and not sure why but you do, and also youre not sure whats going on in you're room, it's different, somehow, considering it's pitch black you're not in a postion to pick details but it's just bigger than you're normal room, all you see is a ghostly clock beside you're bed with a ghostly blue light shining behind it, not a normal digital clock either, one with hands, "wtf?" where'd that come from you wonder, you're sheets are thicker too, and the night is col, which is peculiar considering you're midway through summer, you decide to get up, you begin walking towards where you're light should be, you grasp around blindly, smashing you're leg ten or so times, you finally reach a little flat bump on a wall, lightswitch you guess, wrong. sure a light goes on, not a normal one though, a chandelier. "wait, wut?" you don't have a chandelier, silly dreams,you're room doesn't look like this either, it looks like a room from some castle, nay, it is the room from some castle, exactly how one would imagine it. you look in te mirror, you look different too, deeper coloured skin, thinner, purtier, just abit more handsome in everyway (you thought this was impossible, you can't improve on perfection after all.) You're obviously having one of those lucid dreams you're in ontrol you try to shoot fire from you're fingers, phail.
ou try to shoot lighting from you're fingers, phail.
you try to pick up a vanity with one hand, win.
wow, that's new, super strength, nice, you quite like this dream,you decide it might be good to leave the room, you enter out into a dim corridor, doors line the hall, you walk down it towards a light in the distance, as you turn into the doorway you see a figure standing over a bench, you walk up to him and tap him on the shoulders, he's obviously in shock, he falls back and slams into the ground head first. "uh, hi?" he looks at you puzzled, his face the embodiement of what the fuggles. "kal?" he says in a breathing awed voice, you sense a note of disblief. " no, jason." you say stating you're real name, "no, you kal, don't you remember?" he says the part about remembering ina horrified tone, "no I don't remember at all, where am I?" the man looks at you in horror, he looks about you're age sixteen or seventeen, he has blonde hair, strong blue eyes, and a soft but somehow deep voice, he stands up, gripping you by the shoulders, "c'mon kal, you can remember me, can''t you?"
"no." you say it hnestly, you have no idea what his problem is, you push him witha fair bit of force, he doesn't budge, considering you're supoposed to ahve super strength this is dissapointing. "Kal, listen to me, you have memory loss, you can't rememeber anything that happened before now, all right, anything you remember before this is a fractured memory, a dream."
"no, I recall clearly going fishing with aiden and gabe yesterday." you say dismissively, he just shakes his head, he sighs with sadness, as if he was going to drop a bombshell, he was. "that was just a dream Kal, everything you think you rememeber was a dream, you where in a coma, you where drreaming an entire life for yourself, you're body had to have memories, but it had none, so it made some."
Now you're worried, was this a dream? or was you're entire life a dream? you can see it now, memories coming back, others drifting away, the real ones whyere here now, you where kayle, you where royalty in fact, a prince, and this wasn't earth, this was an entirely different realm, a different reality, no cars, no buses, this was a world of magic and power, you knew that know, you could see it in you're minds eye, fields, rolling ever on flowers growing all over them in athousand different colours, fields, beautiful lakes dotting them for miles away into the horizon, this was home, as fast as all this came into you're mind, like having memories injected into you're head, you knew without argument they where real.
"I remember now, sorry ryan, But, I think I need to sit down." even now the meories where flooding back, you where forgetting you're old self, and piecing together you're new self, it was scary, but you couldn't stop it, this was you, you sat ona stoll for about ten minutes staring into space, ryan had a look of genuine concern on his face, you remembered him now too, he was you're best friend, you're brother form another mother as you might say, he smiled as you looked up for the first time, "feeling better?" you consider the question, "yes, much better" you're voice is softer too much like his, a gentle but commanding elegant accent to it, you have to sort of admire it, no overly, but just a bit. Everything had happened so fast and even now new things where being crammed into you're head you looked around the room and recalled all the different objects and memories associated with them, you're old self was dead now, you couldn't even put a name to you're old self, it was horrible, but you didn't want to dwell on it, you stood up, feeling stronger, "c'mon then, we'l wake up the castle, time for a feast eh?" ryan said a playful note to the question, "yeah, that might be a good idea, how long was I in that coma by the way?" you're jaw almost drops at the answer, "about ten months, you did have a rather nasty fall, do you remember that yet? you do recall something, a tower, a big hammer, you, blurs, explsions, blood, falling, it wasn't the nicest memory, "not quite, but i think I know what you're getting at" you reply.
You walk into a huge feasting hall, a massive table spanning it, you could seat few hundred peple here, you decide you might take a seat you're legs are a bit weak. Ryan keeps walking on, he pushes opena pair of doors ringing a bell on the wall beside him.
Do you take a seat or follow ryan into the kitchen?