Create Your Own Story - User contributions [en]

Duck down and cover your head.

2009-08-17T05:10:22Z

Johnmaplerock:

You duck and cover. The robotic arm swings harmlessly over your head. The Duros isn’t so lucky. With a sickening THWACK the arm catches him chest level, propelling him into a pile of robot junk.

You see the yellow hat float lazily down to the factory floor.

Workers from the factory are running to aid their fallen boss. From your point of view, you can only see his work boots sticking out of the junk pile, but can imagine the damage done to his chest. You’re not sure he could survive something like that even with all his vital organs in his large head.

You were lucky this time, but this factory seems like a dangerous place to work.

Do you:
*[[Run to the Duros to see what help you can provide.]]
*[[Ask the Twi'ilek you saw about any available jobs.]]
*[[Start to whistle a tune as you head back out into the city.]]
{{Status|Equipment=''500 creds''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: SW: DotNR]]

Duck down and cover your head.

2009-08-17T05:08:54Z

Johnmaplerock:

You duck and cover. The robotic arm swings harmlessly over your head. The Duros isn’t so lucky. With a sickening THWACK the arm catches him chest level, propelling him into a pile of robot junk.

You see the yellow hat float lazily down to the factory floor.

Workers from the factory are running to aid their fallen boss. From your point of view, you can only see his work boots sticking out of the junk pile, but can imagine the damage done to his chest. You’re not sure he could survive something like that even with all his vital organs in his large head.

You were lucky this time, but this factory seems like a dangerous place to work.

Do you:
*[[Run to the Duros to see what help you can provide.]]
*[[Start to whistle a tune as you head back out into the city.]]
{{Status|Equipment=''500 creds''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: SW: DotNR]]

Get a job to win back Leah

2009-05-17T04:33:38Z

Johnmaplerock:

Maybe Leah was right, it had been a while since you had a ‘job’. There was that one day at the bagel factory, that home base business that never seemed to take off, and then the lottery tickets you bought every week that you swore would pay of sooner or later. You can’t remember that last time you had a regular 8 to 5 gig.

And you didn’t want to lose Leah, not every girl would let a loser like you close enough to fuck em.

Should you:
*[[Hit up your uncle for that sweet job in the Law firm]]
*[[Get a job down by the docks as a yacht boat captain.]]
*[[Find yourself another girl, one who would lend you fifty dollars…]]
[[Category: A Job]]

Take a moment to strip out of your Starfleet uniform

2009-02-22T08:52:57Z

Johnmaplerock:

While you recover for another go round, you take the time to strip out of your Starfleet Uniform and toss it into the same pile as Troi’s all the while eating her body up with your hungry eyes. She must be reading your mind because she drops down to her knees and pops your cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and expertly jerking the shaft with one of her delicate hands, the other busy in the fork of her crotch. In no time at all you’re hard as steel and itching to fuck. You decide to test out her empathic abilities and try to broadcast some feelings for her:

You’re feeling:
*[[Naughty: let her suck you then worf all over her face.]]
*[[Nice: just have her jack you off til you worf all over her tits.]]
*[[Nasty: fuck her in the ass and then worf in her mouth.]]

[[Category: Star Trek: A Night with Troi]]

Get Troi out of her clothes, quickly!

2009-02-22T08:24:23Z

Johnmaplerock:

With your assistance, Troi's regulation Starfleet uniform is soon off of her lovely body and tossed to the side. Her naked body has you so worked up that you feel there isn't enough time to take off your uniform, so you haul it out of your fly, push her back against the wall, and drive it home between her legs. Deanna is swept away by the strength of your passion, and locks her legs behind your hips, pulling you into her. She's digging her nails into your back too! She gets there first, but you could swear you hear her cry out "Worf!" when she comes, but maybe you were just hearing things. You manage to come soon after her.

Do you:
*[[Keep boffing Troi up against the wall]]
*[[Take a moment to strip out of your Starfleet uniform]]
[[Category: Star Trek: A Night with Troi]]

A criminal lifestyle

2009-02-22T08:21:51Z

Johnmaplerock:

You may be in a new city, in a new country, but you decide to do what you know best and continue a life of crime. But where to begin?

Do you:

*[[Break into the NYC drug trade]]
*[[Pick up some contract kills]]
*[[Dabble in human trafficking]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Not much''|Health=100|MP=#|Level=#}}
[[Category: Red Mobster]]

A criminal lifestyle

2009-02-22T08:21:29Z

Johnmaplerock:

You may be in a new city, in a new country, but you decide to do what you know best and continue a life of crime. But where to begin?

Do you:

*[[Break into the NYC drug trade]]
*[[Pick up some contract kills]
*[[Dabble in human trafficking]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Not much''|Health=100|MP=#|Level=#}}
[[Category: Red Mobster]]

Push Troi into her closet

2009-02-17T06:47:53Z

Johnmaplerock:

Before she can sense your intentions or even react, you shove Counselor Troi into her closet and follow close behind, “Oh, you like closets do you?” She purrs.

“Uh-huh,” you answer as you smother her lips with yours and peel off her uniform with eager hands. A heavy make out session ensues as your hands explore her ample tits, sexy back and voluptuous ass. Meanwhile her hand busies itself on your love shaft and before you know it your hard steel is deep inside her wet cunt.

“Oh god! Oh god!’ she cries in ecstasy as you relentlessly pump her pussy in the cramped confines of her closet.

Exactly 4 minutes and 45 seconds later, the heat has built up in your balls to the point of imminent explosion and you can hold it no longer. She too is close as her cries of pleasure get closer and closer together, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!”

“Yeaaah!” you cry, bucking hard into her and sinking your meat to the hilt as you both orgasm. The whole world shakes… the closet shakes… no wait, that was the ship shaking. Something is wrong.

You both come down from your orgasm high and realize what is going on… the Enterprise is under attack! The ship shakes again as it reels from another impact.

You hit the button to open the closet door. It doesn’t move.

“What’s wrong?” Troi asks.

“It’s stuck!”

Do you:
*[[Try to force open the door]]
*[[Tell Troi to suck you off while you think]]
*[[Give up and give Troi the “I-don’t-think-we’re-going-to-make-it-out-of-here-so-let’s-screw-till-we-die” speech.]]
[[Category: Star Trek: A Night with Troi]]

Push Troi into her closet

2009-02-17T06:46:46Z

Johnmaplerock:

Before she can sense your intentions or even react, you shove Counselor Troi into her closet and follow close behind, “Oh, you like closets do you?” She purrs.

“Uh-huh,” you answer as you smother her lips with yours and peel off her uniform with eager hands. A heavy make out session ensues as your hands explore her ample tits, sexy back and voluptuous ass. Meanwhile her hand busies itself on your love shaft and before you know it your hard steel is deep inside her wet cunt.

“Oh god! Oh god!’ she cries in ecstasy as you relentlessly pump her pussy in the cramped confines of her closet.

Exactly 4 minutes and 45 seconds later, the heat has built up in your balls to the point of imminent explosion and you can hold it no longer. She too is close as her cries of pleasure get closer and closer together, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!”

“Yeaaah!” you cry, bucking hard into her and sinking your meat to the hilt as you both orgasm. The whole world shakes… the closet shakes… no wait, that was the ship shaking. Something is wrong.

You both come down from your orgasm high and realize what is going on… the Enterprise is under attack! The ship shakes again as it reels from another impact.

You hit the button to open the closet door. It doesn’t move.

“What’s wrong?” Troi asks.

“It’s stuck!”

Do you:
*[[Try to force open the door]]
*[[Tell Troi to suck you off while you think]]
*[[Give up and give Troi the “I don’t think we’re going to make it out of here, let’s screw till we die” speech.]]
[[Category: Star Trek: A Night with Troi]]

A normal lifestyle

2009-02-09T05:46:09Z

Johnmaplerock:

You decide to try to settle down and live a normal lifestyle. You change your name to Joseph Kingsley and keep a low profile among one of NYC’s many tenement apartment buildings.

You fall off the radar, twenty years pass without incident or discovery of who you were. Then one night you’re sitting in your favorite chair watching the new episode of E.R. when you hear a knock at the door. It wasn’t uncommon to for people to drop by this late at night; you’ve made your living as a maintenance man for the building for the last 20 years and broken thermostats or burned out light bulbs never kept daytime hours.

You answer the door to see a young woman in a trench coat standing on your stoop. She’d be very pretty if she didn’t look so stern.

“Yes?” you ask.

“Are you Iosif Kulinsky?”

Your eyes widen and you blood runs could at the name that you haven’t heard for 20 years. Your name. You consider how to answer her, it’s obvious she knows something otherwise she wouldn’t be on your doorstep, but then again denial has always been your best friend…

You answer:

*[[“Yes, I am he.”]]
*[[“No, my name is Josef Kingsley”]]
*[[“Who’s asking?”]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Remote control''|Health=100|MP=-|Level=-}}
[[Category: Red Mobster| ]]

A normal lifestyle

2009-02-09T05:45:43Z

Johnmaplerock:

You decide to try to settle down and live a normal lifestyle. You change your name to Joseph Kingsley and keep a low profile among one of NYC’s many tenement apartment buildings.

You fall off the radar, twenty years pass without incident or discovery of who you were. Then one night you’re sitting in your favorite chair watching the new episode of E.R. when you hear a knock at the door. It wasn’t uncommon to for people to drop by this late at night; you’ve made your living as a maintenance man for the building for the last 20 years and broken thermostats or burned out light bulbs never kept daytime hours.

You answer the door to see a young woman in a trench coat standing on your stoop. She’d be very pretty if she didn’t look so stern.

“Yes?” you ask.

“Are you Iosif Kulinsky?”

Your eyes widen and you blood runs could at the name that you haven’t heard for 20 years. Your name. You consider how to answer her, it’s obvious she knows something otherwise she wouldn’t be on your doorstep, but then again denial has always been your best friend…

You answer:

*[[“Yes, I am he.”]
*[[“No, my name is Josef Kingsley”]]
*[[“Who’s asking?”]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Remote control''|Health=100|MP=-|Level=-}}
[[Category: Red Mobster| ]]

Lean closer in fascination

2009-02-06T06:57:16Z

Johnmaplerock:

You lean in closer to get a better look. The creature seems to be insectoid in nature, its eyes are not ascertainable but its mandibles are quite pronounced and lined with many rows of sharp teeth.

“Joseph, Mary and Moses! What manner of demon is this?”

It hears you. It turns your direction and before you can utter another swear, the creature opens its razor sharp jaws and lunges at your face.

Your end has come.

Amen.

[[Category: A Peasant's Story]]

History class

2009-02-06T06:41:18Z

Johnmaplerock:

You take your seat in history class. Mr. James starts to drone on about the Viking Invasion and how they named the icy lands Greenland and the green lands Iceland…. sly bastards.

Mr. James brought with him an axe to show, the kind a Viking would have used to chops some skulls. It’s sitting on his desk, the blade glints in the sunlight filtering through the class room window. The spirit within you stirs.

You go:
*[[Possess Mr. James]]
*[[Rampage on the humans! Viking style.]]
*[[Grab the axe and go looking for the bully.]]
*[[Play it cool…for now.]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=6th Grade Boy}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Run in horror!

2009-02-04T06:12:04Z

Johnmaplerock:

You’re horrified and by the look on the girl’s face transfixed on your newly dropped diaper, she shares your sentiment. Embarrassment overcomes you, and you have to get out!

As you turn to run, you step on the wet diaper on the tile floor. It slides and you fall, the edge of the sink the last thing you see before everything goes black… and then white.

“Well, that didn’t go so well either.” It was the man in white and you find yourself in that same hospital room again. He watches you carefully, hand on his chin and looking honestly surprised that your life didn’t turn out awesome.

“No… it didn’t.” you say crossly.

“Well, we have good news and bad news… We found a cure for disease while you were… out and we can administer the dose for you if you like.”

“That’s great, what’s the draw back to that?”

“Well the cure, would kill you… if you don’t suck the blood of another human once daily.”

“Vampirism? What kind of cure is that?”

“What kind of disease did you have?”

“I don’t know…”

“Exactly.”

“What’s the other option?”

“The other option is I can give you another ‘New Life’, but I only have one left… we’re running low on ‘life donors.”

“Which will it be?”

*[[Take the cure- vamp it up.]]
*[[An ex prize fighter with a disrespectful wife and debilitating stutter]]

[[Category: A New Life]]

Try for second base

2009-02-04T05:14:20Z

Johnmaplerock:

While the getting’s good you reach up under Death’s shirt and cup her boob. It was cold to the touch, but not too big and not too small… perfect for a nice handful.

Her stunned look turns to rage as she tears your offending hand from her boob, “You dare defile me! For this you shall receive a punishment worse than death!”

She draws a one handed sickle from somewhere on her person and brings it up along your belly, disemboweling you with the precision.

You hear her cackle as your organs spill out in your hands, and you smell your own internals stench.

Then suddenly you awake. To your fate that’s worse than death:

*[[You are Jabba the hut’s sponge bather.]]
*[[You are the only woman at an all male prison planet]]
*[[Stuck in a cubicle full of meaningless and redundant paperwork.]]
[[Category: Death Will Come]]

College Girls / Recommend you and Lisa take a break from studying and go for a walk in the park

2009-02-04T03:46:34Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Why don’t we go for a walk in the park?”

Lisa nods enthusiastically. It seems like she’ll do anything to get out of the noisy study lounge. She closes her books and you follow her out the door, watching her ass sway with every step in her skin tight jeans.

It’s a picture perfect day in the park: the sun is shining, there’s birds singing, children flying kites and dogs catching Frisbees.

Lisa and you soon find yourselves under the inviting canopy of a leafy tree talking about this and that and making your own sort of ‘chemistry’.

She’s talking enthusiastically about her family as your eyes wander from her eyes to her inviting mouth to her perky tits beneath Hello Kitty’s face.

You contemplate your next move.

*[[College Girls / Move in for a tender kiss]]
*[[College Girls / Put your hands on her – take her by force]]

[[Category: College Girls|Talk to Lisa]]

Refuse The Game.

2009-02-04T02:08:15Z

Johnmaplerock:

“I don’t play games, I’m motherfuckin McLovin!”

“Silence!” The voice shouts. “This game is important…”

Do you,

*[[Be silent.]]

*[[Protest.]]

*[[Cover your ears.]]

{{SerialXStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Location=''Unknown''|Identity=McLovin|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Serial X]]

Lead Death where you want to take her

2009-01-30T07:03:41Z

Johnmaplerock:

You lead Death by the hand to where your corpse lies. Your dead face is flushed blue from the poisonous berries.

“Um, could I have one last wish?” You ask Death.

She looks at you, or so you think she’s looking at you, because her eyes are pure white with no pupils so it’s hard to tell. “What is it?”

You ask:

*[[To pleasure her in return for you life]]
*[[Her to pleasure your corpse out of morbid curiosity.]]
*[[To be baby’s momma to your undead hell spawn]]

[[Category: Death Will Come]]

(Nikki)

2009-01-30T06:49:34Z

Johnmaplerock:

You’re a high school aged lesbian at the abandoned ‘Fun Camp’ for Halloween vacation and you’ve just warned by some crazy old guy, he was like 28 that the ‘Slasher’..oooh, will get you and your friends if you stay the night at in the camp. But you and your friends are horny and looking for a good time, so being blatantly lesbian, you decide you’re out to seduce Nikki the aspiring model.

“Alright bitches,” Tomas says, “Let’s claim our bunks and get the camp fire going! Then we’ll smoke some weed, and slam some wine coolers!”

“Fuck yeah!” Nikki shouts throwing her hands into the air as all you girls all let out a ‘wooo!’ You eye her up and down lecherously. She’s a tall, thin brunette, dressed in a short blue jean skirt and tight t shirt that say’s ‘bitchy’ across her perky braless breasts.

You’re happy to see that each cabin on has two bunks and seeing your chance, you call out enthusiastically “I’ve got Nikki!”

“Sure you do lesbo,” Jackie sneers. For whatever reason the rich-bitch blonde cheerleading chick has never liked you, but you have the same friends so you have to put up with her. You stick your tongue through your two fingers flick it at her just to piss her off.

“Fuck you,” she says as her and Chris head towards the other bunk.

You and Nikki enter your cabin.

“It’s kinda creepy in here.” Nikki says and you have to admit that she’s right. There’s little more than the two bunks in here and a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

“This is so cool,” you say as you put your overnight bag on your bunk and start to get situated.

“Yeah it is, this is so going to rock!” You eye Nikki as she bends over to slide her bag under her bunk, the hem of her skirt rising to just below her tight model-fit ass. “Oh fuck!” she exclaims.

“What, what is it?” you ask.

“My blankets are all…stained. There’s no way I’m sleeping on that shit.”

You see what’s she’s talking about, “Weird, it almost looks like… dried blood?

“Whatever, can I share your bunk with you?” She asks. You almost cream your panties. The two of you lock eyes.

Do you:

*[[Kiss Nikki]]
*[[Hear a scream from outside]]
*[[Get interrupted by Tomas]]

{{SlasherStatus|Live=You (a girl who likes girls), Nikki (your bunkmate), Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie|Dead=No one... yet}}
[[Category: Slasher]]

(Nikki)

2009-01-30T06:49:04Z

Johnmaplerock:

Go on the left trail

2009-01-29T04:58:39Z

Johnmaplerock:

You go down the left trail. As you walk down the trail, you see a dead girl. There is a robed figure standing over the dead girl.

Do you:
*[[Run back the way you came]]
*[[Talk to the robed figure.]]
[[Category: Death Will Come]]

Pay no attention(S)

2009-01-26T06:01:26Z

Johnmaplerock:

You pay no attention to the naked woman…at first. After all, you’re still pretty pissed that your 95 Mazda Protégé decided to blow a gasket for the 2nd time this month and that the jackass tow truck driver refused to give you a ride to Vic’s because it wasn’t on the way to the auto shop. Not to mention that if you don’t get your ass to said meeting with Vic to settle up he was going to kill you or worse. Your very survival is at stake and all your 14 year old car could do was take a shit and die. So now you’re trotting back to your house to call cab because you don’t believe in cell phones... that shit causes cancer.

Suddenly you realize what you’re looking at. Sure enough, a naked woman stood outside the apartment 2 doors down from yours that line your street. She’s trying to hide the fact the best she can behind an unfolded pizza box, but it’s still pretty obvious. She was bit older than you, late 30’s maybe, but still smoking hot.

She smiles at you awkwardly, “Please, please can you help me? I kind of got locked out of my apartment… I had just come out in my robe to grab a smoke and accidently locked myself out.”

That didn’t exactly explain the naked. It’s as if she can tell what you’re thinking, “Some neighborhood boys stole my robe…Please help?”

Do you:

*[[See what you can do to help…fast]]
*[[Tell she’s on her own, you’re survival is at stake.]]
*[[Steal her pizza box- give her a piece of your day.]]
*[[Rape her(S)]]

[[Category: Survival Story]]

Become a Mexican like John

2009-01-24T00:32:41Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Say again?”

“You fail at life,” the unseen voice echoes.

You think for a moment and then respond, “You are very intuitive unseen voice, but it’s never my fault… seems to be just a string of accidents-”

“We have a mission for you.” the voice says cutting you off midsentence.

“A mission?”

“Yes, you target is a Mexican national named John.”

“You mean Juan?”

The voice hesitates, you hear the flipping of file folders. “Yes… maybe that’s it.”

“But I don’t have a passport,” you say.

“You don’t need one. We’ve tracked his location to San Juan Capistrano, California.”

“Oh, I’ve been there. I went to the mission San Juan Capistrano…”

“That’s exactly where he is.” The voice interrupted again.

“…For the Return of the Swallows.”

“..That’s all very nice. Your mission, if you choose to say ‘yes’ to it, is to locate Juan AKA John AKA the Reaper, take him out and become him until you get further orders. And remember… you must make it look like an accident.”

Do you accept?

*[[Yes, I accept.]]
*[[Sorry, not interested.]]
*[[Explain it to me one more time?]]
{{SerialXStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Location=Unknown|Identity=The Accident|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Serial X]]

Become a Mexican like John

2009-01-24T00:31:26Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Say again?”

“You fail at life,” the unseen voice echoes.

You think for a moment and then respond, “You are very intuitive unseen voice, but it’s never my fault… seems to be just a string of accidents-”

“We have a mission for you.” the voice says cutting you off midsentence.

“A mission?”

“Yes, you target is a Mexican national named John.”

“You mean Juan?”

The voice hesitates, you hear the flipping of file folders. “Yes… maybe that’s it.”

“But I don’t have a passport,” you say.

“You don’t need one. We’ve tracked his location to San Juan Capistrano, California.”

“Oh, I’ve been there. I went to the mission San Juan Capistrano…”

“That’s exactly where he is.” The voice interrupted again.

“…For the Return of the Swallows.”

“..That’s all very nice. Your mission, if you choose to say ‘yes’ to it, is to locate Juan AKA John AKA the Reaper, take him out and become him until you get further orders. And remember… you must make it look like an accident.”

Do you accept?

*[[Yes]]
*[[No]]
*[[Explain it to me one more time?]]
{{SerialXStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Location=Unknown|Identity=The Accident|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Serial X]]

"Sure."

2009-01-22T08:13:34Z

Johnmaplerock:

"Sure."

She smiles, “I’m Mary.”

“Nice to meet you Mary.”

She leads you to the VR room in the back of the arcade. As you follow her through the curtain into the room lit only with black lights, she flips a sign hanging on a screw by the door.

'''Out of Order

You’re about to Mary why she did that when she pulls you in close for a kiss. Your tongues collide as you start making out. Your hands explore her tight body; you can feel the heft of her braless tits through her thin t shirt. You rub her nipples through her shirt and she moans. Her hot breath is on you neck…

She says:

[["Do you like my tits?"]]

[["I want you to go down on me."]]

[["I want to suck your cock."]]

{{GentleStatus|Equipment= ''None''|Health=100|Energy=100}}
[[Category:I'll Be Gentle...]]

"Nah I'm fine, I'll play this game."

2009-01-22T08:12:52Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Fine, suit yourself” she replies rolling her eyes at you as she goes.

You grab her arm as she goes, “Hey I’m just kidding… I’d love to go to the virtual reality room.”

She smiles, “I’m Mary.”

“Nice to meet you Mary.”

She leads you to the VR room in the back of the arcade. As you follow her through the curtain into the room lit only with black lights, she flips a sign hanging on a screw by the door.

'''Out of Order

You’re about to Mary why she did that when she pulls you in close for a kiss. Your tongues collide as you start making out. Your hands explore her tight body; you can feel the heft of her braless tits through her thin t shirt. You rub her nipples through her shirt and she moans. Her hot breath is on you neck…

She says:

[["Do you like my tits?"]]

[["I want you to go down on me."]]

[["I want to suck your cock."]]

{{GentleStatus|Equipment= ''None''|Health=100|Energy=100}}
[[Category:I'll Be Gentle...]]

Jade Rogue-Murder your cell phone.

2009-01-22T07:48:57Z

Johnmaplerock:

From the flared leg of your otherwise skin tight jeans you produce a trusty automatic pistol complete with silencer and extended round clip. You flip the safety off and unload the full clip into cell phone, turning it to atoms.

It is time to head to work, but this type of wanton violence makes you horny.

Do you:

[[Jade Rogue-Head to work]]

[[Jade Rogue-Slip of your jeans, get back into bed, and satisfy your urges]]
[[Category:Jade Rogue]]

Something coming through your bedroom window

2009-01-22T07:34:09Z

Johnmaplerock:

You look up to see someone lying in the remnants of glass that was once the panes of your window. You could tell by the huge tits and the shape of her perfect body under her skin-tight spandex that she was a woman. She had been thrown through your window by some unimaginable force that would kill a normal person, but she was now getting back up.

“Holy shit, are you ok?” you call out to her. You also can’t help but notice that somehow you standing on top of your mattress now like a school girl who’s seen a mouse.

She turns to look at you, her long blonde hair obscured her perfect face until now and you can see that she didn’t come through this ordeal completely undamaged. A drip of blood ran down from her left nostril to her upper lip and a small cut ran parallel to her right eyebrow on her forehead. Her eyes bore into you.

“What is it?! Is it an attack upon the world?” Even in your heightened state of panic, you can’t help but stare at her huge tits and perky nipples threatening to cut spandex at any moment. She catches you ogling her.

“Uh…” is the only explanation you can come up with.

With lightning quickness she’s upon you, her mouth covering your, her tongue probing your mouth with feral ferocity. “I need your energy,” she states matter-of-factly before smothering her mouth with yours again.

You barely just get your hands on her when she rips the boxers from your sleek and efficient frame.

She:

*[[Begins to blow you]]
*[[Tears of her spandex]]
*[[Turns you around for some reason…]]
[[Category: Attack upon the world]]

The End?

2009-01-22T07:13:47Z

Johnmaplerock:

But life in the CIA’s secret desert base wasn’t always miserable. There was a time after they patched you up, assigned you to a sterile white cell, and in between the painful experiments that there were some really good times.

For instance, after you had been there for a while and got to know some of the other ‘subjects’ and staff, the project director, Dr. King decided to celebrate your 5 year anniversary of your ‘admittance’ with their own version of the dating game… the mating game.

You’re ecstatic, a tear comes to your eye and despite all the strange scars you have from the various intrusive experiments they’ve conducted on you, you feel that deep, deep, down they’re all a bunch of softies.

Your psychologist, Dr Marty Shannon acts as emcee and taking your androgyny into account, gives you the names of the ‘persons’ possibly awaiting you just on the other side of the partitioned cell.

She tells you that Person 1 is named Jaana.
Person 2 is named Dennis.
And Person 3 is named Pat.

Dr Marty then motions for you to ask the first question. You see the video monitor that usually shows you apocalyptic images and animals being slaughtered now has a question on it. You read it aloud:

'''It is a ‘blank’ where I come from, where do you come from and/or what hostile governments do you work for?”

You smile broadly, this is the chance that you never got 5 years ago… You must now choose which person will answer your question.

Will it be:
*[[Jaana]]
*[[Dennis]]
*[[Pat]]
{{Status|Equipment=''nothing''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Dating Game]]

The End?

2009-01-22T07:13:10Z

Johnmaplerock:

But life in the CIA’s secret desert base wasn’t always miserable. There was a time after they patched you up, assigned you to a sterile white cell, and in between the painful experiments that there were some really good times.

For instance, after you had been there for a while and got to know some of the other ‘subjects’ and staff, the project director, Dr. King decided to celebrate your 5 year anniversary of your ‘admittance’ with their own version of the dating game… the mating game.

You’re ecstatic, a tear comes to your eye and despite all the strange scars you have from the various intrusive experiments they’ve conducted on you, you feel that deep, deep, down they’re all a bunch of softies.

Your psychologist, Dr Marty Shannon acts as emcee and taking your androgyny gives you the names of the ‘persons’ possibly awaiting you just on the other side of the partitioned cell.

She tells you that Person 1 is named Jaana.
Person 2 is named Dennis.
And Person 3 is named Pat.

Dr Marty then motions for you to ask the first question. You see the video monitor that usually shows you apocalyptic images and animals being slaughtered now has a question on it. You read it aloud:

'''It is a ‘blank’ where I come from, where do you come from and/or what hostile governments do you work for?”

You smile broadly, this is the chance that you never got 5 years ago… You must now choose which person will answer your question.

Will it be:
*[[Jaana]]
*[[Dennis]]
*[[Pat]]
{{Status|Equipment=''nothing''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Dating Game]]

Uh.....

2009-01-22T06:46:03Z

Johnmaplerock:

Your indecision is his affirmation. His hands are all over your naked body, roughly grabbing your thighs, your tits, your ass. He’s kissing you awkwardly and you can feel his hot breath on your neck, his scraggly beard on your cheek. You’re not quite sure what to make of it. He whispers into your ear, “Do you do anal?”

Do you?

[[…I suppose]]

[[No!]]

[[Uh…]]
[[Category: Survival Story]]

Uh.....

2009-01-22T06:45:31Z

Johnmaplerock:

An androgynous six-limbed alien from the Alpha Centauri system

2009-01-22T04:20:26Z

Johnmaplerock:

The door opens for you to go on stage.

As you walk on stage, the audience gasps in horror at the sight of you, the host pees his pants, and an off-duty police officer draws a concealed handgun and fires six bullets into your torso.

Luckily, all your vital organs are located in your fifth and sixth limbs, so you are not mortally wounded.

Unfortunately, while you are temporarily disabled due to the loss of the black blood-like substance that flows through your veins, the CIA arrives and whisks you away to a secret base in the desert, where you are imprisoned and experimented on for the rest of your miserable life.

*[[The End?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''nothing''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Dating Game]]

Begin crying

2009-01-22T04:03:16Z

Johnmaplerock:

This is all too much for your young undeveloped psyche, you begin bawling. You don’t know what else to do. Tears flow down your cheeks in hot streams and patter on the black gun metal of your AK. Before long your pitiful cries attract the attention two of the camouflage-dressed men who walk right into the hut you're in.

Your vision is blurred with tears, but you have to do something and fast!

*[[Run out of the hut and attempt to flee your village]]
*[[Shoot at the two camouflaged men with your asault rifle]]
*[[Surrender to the two men]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Equipment''|Health=#|MP=#|Level=#}}
[[Category: Mercenary]]

Pull it out from the dirt it lies under

2009-01-22T03:00:02Z

Johnmaplerock:

You reach down and pick it up.

It doesn’t take you long to ascertain that the object you’ve pulled from the dirt is a highly polished sword with decorative script running along the length of the blade and an elaborately jeweled hilt and pommel. A sword such as this would be ceremonial and never used in actual combat, not that you knew much of either ceremony or combat. You wonder how it got… here.

You frown at the script on the blade. Being an illiterate peasant they seem as foreign as… well a foreign language would be. Then your ‘Aha’ moment arrives and you state as much, “Aha!”

You bow your head in prayer and ask the Lord to grant you understanding, and then add a small bit in there about your dog, asking that he may feel better and forgiveness for leaving him. Amen.

You look at the script running along the blade of the sword again… much better. You read it out load for no one to hear, “Whoso Pulleth Out This Sword from this Dirt haseth a pretty good shot at becoming-eth King of…” And that’s how it ended… Whomever engraved the sword must have needed a longer blade you surmise.

You think for a moment and come to the conclusion that you need some further perspective.

Do you:

[[Go to the wisest peasant you know for advice… your Grandpappy]]

Or

[[Take the sword to the nearest pawnbroker at ‘Ye Olde – but Still Goode’]]
[[Category: A Peasant's Story]]

A middle-aged woman with a split personality.

2009-01-22T02:29:18Z

Johnmaplerock:

The man in white rattles off your options, “college girl with bladder problem, 10 year-old-boy with 3 arms, middle-aged woman with split personalities…”

“What? Those are awful options- middle aged woman with split personalities? C’mon…”

“Middle aged woman with split personalities it is…”

“No wai-“ Before you can even finish your sentence, the man in white claps his hands together and suddenly you find yourself standing in front of a bathroom mirror. Sure enough, you’ve been transformed into a middle aged woman, but the looks of it about 55 years old. You remind yourself of Mrs. Doubtfire only dressed in a snappy blue blazer and knee length skirt instead of frumpy skirt and sweater.

In moments the other part of the equation fell into place… you could hear at least four distinctly different voices prattling and arguing with each other in your mind, wrestling for control of your body at any given moment:

“I am Cazzandra! Princess of Hell! All humanity’s souls belong to me and my master!”

“Get back demon! And by the power of the Lord-uh, Reverend-uh Flowers binds you to cause no damage-uh anymore!-uh”

“Do not fight? Unless it is in the name of love. Love, and lovemaking, is the ultimate goal of existence… or my name isn’t Don Juan Flores.”

“Kitty!” responded what sounded like a 4 year old girl, then you hear a responding “Reer, hisss!”

You hear another voice from beyond the bathroom door this time, “Madam President, are you ok?”

You try to get yourself under control, “Um yes, I’ll be out in a minute…”

“The vice president is in the oval office waiting for you…” intoned the husky secret-service like voice.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” The battle for you mind and body has reached a fever pitch, you can feel one of the personalities rising to the surface. It seems that you may be able to contain them to a certain extent as you are the dominant personality…

You step out of the restroom as:

*[[Cazzandra, demon princess of hell]]
*[[Reverand Flowers, Southern Baptist preacher]]
*[[Don Juan Flores, a great Spanish lover and courtier]]
*[[Jami, a 4 year old girl AND her angry kitty]]

[[Category: A New Life|*]]

A middle-aged woman with a split personality.

2009-01-22T02:29:04Z

Johnmaplerock:

The man in white rattles off your options, “college girl with bladder problem, 10 year-old-boy with 3 arms, middle-aged woman with split personalities…”

“What? Those are awful options- middle aged woman with split personalities? C’mon…”

“Middle aged woman with split personalities it is…”

“No wai-“ Before you can even finish your sentence, the man in white claps his hands together and suddenly you find yourself standing in front of a bathroom mirror. Sure enough, you’ve been transformed into a middle aged woman, but the looks of it about 55 years old. You remind yourself of Mrs. Doubtfire only dressed in a snappy blue blazer and knee length skirt instead of frumpy skirt and sweater.

In moments the other part of the equation fell into place… you could hear at least four distinctly different voices prattling and arguing with each other in your mind, wrestling for control of your body at any given moment:

“I am Cazzandra! Princess of Hell! All humanity’s souls belong to me and my master!”

“Get back demon! And by the power of the Lord-uh, Reverend-uh Flowers binds you to cause no damage-uh anymore!-uh”

“Do not fight? Unless it is in the name of love. Love, and lovemaking, is the ultimate goal of existence… or my name isn’t Don Juan Flores.”

“Kitty!” responded what sounded like a 4 year old girl, then you hear a responding “Reer, hisss!”

You hear another voice from beyond the bathroom door this time, “Madam President, are you ok?”

You try to get yourself under control, “Um yes, I’ll be out in a minute…”

“The vice president is in the oval office waiting for you…” intoned the husky secret-service like voice.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” The battle for you mind and body has reached a fever pitch, you can feel one of the personalities rising to the surface. It seems that you may be able to contain them to a certain extent as you are the dominant personality…

You step out of the restroom as:

*[[Cazotte, demon princess of hell]]
*[[Reverand Flowers, Southern Baptist preacher]]
*[[Don Juan Flores, a great Spanish lover and courtier]]
*[[Jami, a 4 year old girl AND her angry kitty]]

[[Category: A New Life|*]]

A middle-aged woman with a split personality.

2009-01-22T02:28:44Z

Johnmaplerock:

The man in white rattles off your options, “college girl with bladder problem, 10 year-old-boy with 3 arms, middle-aged woman with split personalities…”

“What? Those are awful options- middle aged woman with split personalities? C’mon…”

“Middle aged woman with split personalities it is…”

“No wai-“ Before you can even finish your sentence, the man in white claps his hands together and suddenly you find yourself standing in front of a bathroom mirror. Sure enough, you’ve been transformed into a middle aged woman, but the looks of it about 55 years old. You remind yourself of Mrs. Doubtfire only dressed in a snappy blue blazer and knee length skirt instead of frumpy skirt and sweater.

In moments the other part of the equation fell into place… you could hear at least four distinctly different voices prattling and arguing with each other in your mind, wrestling for control of your body at any given moment:

“I am Cazzandra! Princess of Hell! All humanity’s souls belong to me and my master!”

“Get back demon! And by the power of the Lord-uh, Reverend-uh Flowers binds you to cause no damage-uh anymore!-uh”

“Do not fight? Unless it is in the name of love. Love, and lovemaking, is the ultimate goal of existence… or my name isn’t Don Juan Flores.”

“Kitty!” responded what sounded like a 4 year old girl, then you hear a responding “Reer, hisss!”

You hear another voice from beyond the bathroom door this time, “Madam President, are you ok?”

You try to get yourself under control, “Um yes, I’ll be out in a minute…”

“The vice president is in the oval office waiting for you…” intoned the husky secret-service like voice.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” The battle for you mind and body has reached a fever pitch, you can feel one of the personalities rising to the surface. It seems that you may be able to contain them to a certain extent as you are the dominant personality…

You step out of the restroom as:

*[[Cazotte, demon lord of hell]]
*[[Reverand Flowers, Southern Baptist preacher]]
*[[Don Juan Flores, a great Spanish lover and courtier]]
*[[Jami, a 4 year old girl AND her angry kitty]]

[[Category: A New Life|*]]

Go visit your new neighbor

2009-01-20T22:11:59Z

Johnmaplerock:

You’ve made up your mind to go over and get it on with your new neighbor, but you don’t want to lead a double life, so you open the front door and yell to your common law husband of one year. “Robert, it’s over. We’re done! I just need greener pastures…”

“What pudding-cake? I’m putting the groceries away… I can’t hear you.”

You huff in frustration and yell louder, “I’m leaving you! You just don’t do it for me anymore!”

“I’m doing it right now, just give me a sec cunt-muffin,” he shouts back.

Oh well, at least you tried. You grab the bottom of your already tight t-shirt and tie it in a knot to show off your flawless abs and dangling belly ring.

“Let’s go see how the new neighbor likes some dark chocolate,” you say as you bounce over to his front porch, not that it’d be the first white guy you’d ever been with. Hell Robert’s white. Truth is, you’ve never met a white guy you couldn’t seduce.

On your way over, your other neighbor Bridgette jogs by. You can’t help but notice her hot athletic body, tits almost as big as yours and nice firm ass. You smile at her, she winks at you. Maybe you should try switching teams for a change.

Do you:
*[[Continue on to seduce your hunky neighbor]]
*[[Stop this madness and go help Robert with the groceries]]
*[[Go track down Bridgette]]
[[Category: Neighborhood]]

Hammer Troi against the wall

2009-01-20T18:57:44Z

Johnmaplerock:

You recover for another go round and are in the midst of hammering Troi against the wall when the com comes in. “Troi to bridge,” Captain Picard’s sexy man voice intones. It takes Troi a moment to respond, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her tits bouncing on your chest with each thrust, her hand furiously massaging her clit as you pump her tight ass full of your spunk. “Lieutenant Commander Troi, please report to the bridge.”

She fumbles for the com badge on her discarded uniform top with her free hand as her fingers finish the job between her thighs. You feel her ass hole tighten once more on your spent dick as she orgasms; clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing. “Unngh!!!!”

“Deanna, are you ok?” She must have tapped the badge a moment too soon, broadcasting her orgasm to the bridge. You bite your lip trying to stifle a laugh as she rests on you, streams of sweat pooling between the two of you, cooling your naked bodies.

“Uh, yes Captain… I’m fine” she tries, “I’m just… on my way.”

“Captain, the counselor seems to have experienced an increase in body heat, rapid breathing, and huge release of endorphins…” We can hear Data intone.

Deanna’s eyes widen and she taps her badge again before anyone else can say anything. “That’s fine Data…I’m fine, Troi out.”

“Oh and Troi,” Captain Picard responds, his voice reflecting some the awkwardness of the situation, “Bring that Ensign Burrell with you, the young counselor you’ve been…uh training.”

“Yes, Captain.” She taps the com off and looks at you. “Guess we’re needed on the bridge.”

Do you:
*[[Accompany Troi to the Bridge]]
*[[Blow everyone off to go see what the good doctor Beverly Crusher is doing.]]
[[Category: Star Trek: A Night with Troi]]

Hammer Troi against the wall

2009-01-20T18:54:06Z

Johnmaplerock:

You recover for another go round and are in the midst of hammering Troi against the wall when the com comes in. “Troi to bridge,” Captain Picard’s sexy man voice intoned. It takes Troi a moment to respond, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her tits bouncing on your chest with each thrust, her hand furiously massaging her clit as you pump her tight ass full of your spunk. “Lieutenant Commander Troi, please report to the bridge.”

She fumbles for the com badge on her discarded uniform top with her free hand as her fingers finish the job between her thighs. You feel her ass hole tighten once more on your spent dick as she orgasms; clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing. “Unngh!!!!”

“Deanna, are you ok?” She must have tapped the badge a moment too soon, broadcasting her orgasm to the bridge. You bite your lip trying to stifle a laugh as she rests on you, streams of sweat pooling between the two of you, cooling your naked bodies.

“Uh, yes Captain… I’m fine” she tries, “I’m just… on my way.”

“Captain, the counselor seems to have experienced an increase in body heat, rapid breathing and huge release of endorphins…” We could hear Data intone.

Deanna’s eyes widened and she tapped her badge again before anyone else could say anything. “That’s fine Data…I’m fine, Troi out.”

“Oh and Troi,” Captain Picard intoned, his voice relaying some the awkwardness of the situation, “Bring that Ensign Burrell with you, the young counselor you’ve been…uh training.”

“Yes, Captain.” She taps the com off and looks at you. “Guess we’re needed on the bridge.”

Do you:
*[[Accompany Troi to the Bridge]]
*[[Blow everyone off to go see what the good doctor Beverly Crusher is doing.]]
[[Category: Star Trek: A Night with Troi]]

Jade Rogue-"Um...I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

2009-01-20T14:35:47Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Um…I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

“Oh, I think you do know!” he snaps. His voice sounds vaguely familiar. Alarm bells start to go off in your head as realization dawns…it can’t be! You step back to the window and wretch the curtains open again, naked or not.

Your neighbor is still staring at you, phone still cradled to his face. He’s grinning maniacally.

“Iron Crane, it is you!” You spit, recognizing his voice. Your full, perfect, breasts rise and fall as your breathing becomes deep and angry.

“That’s right! It took me a while to realize I was neighbors with my sworn enemy, but now that I know…and you know that I know, I’m going to take full advantage! I have a surprise for you Jade Rogue!”

Suddenly your front door is kicked in and two thugs enter. They look like they want to do you some harm.

“You bastard!”

Do you?

[[Jade Rogue- Reach for you silenced pistol in your night stand drawer?]]

[[Jade Rogue- Show them a thing or two with your ninja moves?]]

[[Jade Rogue- Seduce them, to drop their guard…]]

[[Jade Rogue- Make an escape through your window]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Nakedness, cell phone, righteous indignation ''|Health=100|MP=yo momma|Level=1}}

[[Category: Jade Rogue]]

Hurry to Miss Bittersweet's office.

2008-10-31T19:13:22Z

Johnmaplerock:

You hurry down the hall to Miss Bittersweet’s office.

You walk into the familiar office to see Miss Bittersweet standing next to a strange man in a wheel chair. They stop talking once they see you enter the room. You wonder sarcastically, just ''who'' they were be talking about.

Miss Bittersweet speaks first, “Fiona this is Professor Shreckt, he would like to speak with you.”

Professor Shreckt wheels toward you. He has a kind look on his face, but a bad comb over on his balding head and you never trust a bad comb over.

“Fiona, my name is Professor Shreckt. Miss Bittersweet here has informed me that you’re not like the other kids, you possess certain special abilities…”

You look at him suspiciously, not sure what he’s getting at. “Maybe…”

He chuckles. “Don’t be nervous. I’m something of a specialist in kids and young adults with special abilities such as yourself. They’re nothing to be ashamed of.”

You look at him warily, but you feel your guard come down a bit.

He continues. “Fiona, I know that your 18th birthday is coming up soon and then you will no longer be a ward of the state. I am prepared to offer you the chance to come to my special university to further your studies and learn about your condition. Not only do we offer a free ride to for a higher education, but we also offer specialized education for your special needs.”

He pauses for effect and then continues, “I believe you would find the environment quite accepting as you would meet others as unique as you. Don’t worry Fiona, you have a few choices; I am prepared to work something out with Miss Bittersweet here to adopt you and take you with me today, or you can wait until after your 18th birthday and come then. The choice is up to you.”

You mull over what Professor Shreckt has just said. This could be your ticket to get away from this hateful orphanage and his spiel about learning more about your “condition” piques your interest, but then you would be leaving Chad.

Do you:

*[[Tell Professor Shreckt to take his offer and shove it, you’re not leaving Chad.]]
*[[Accept the Professor’s offer and get the hell out of… hell. Today!]]
*[[Accept the Professor’s offer, but leave after your 18th birthday.]]
*[[Show them some of your crazy powers, maybe the Professor would like a demo to be sure he knows what he’s dealing with.]]
{{Status|Equipment=''None''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Protectors]]

Hurry to Miss Bittersweet's office.

2008-10-31T18:49:02Z

Johnmaplerock:

You hurry down the hall to Miss Bittersweet’s office.

You walk into the familiar office to see Miss Bittersweet standing next to a strange man in a wheel chair. They stop talking once they see you enter the room. You wonder sarcastically, just ''who'' they were be talking about.

Miss Bittersweet speaks first, “Fiona this is Professor Shreckt, he would like to speak with you.”

Professor Shreckt wheels toward you. He has a kind look on his face, but a bad comb over on his balding head and you never trust a bad comb over.

“Fiona, my name is Professor Shreckt. Miss Bittersweet here has informed me that you’re not like the other kids, you possess certain special abilities…”

You look at him suspiciously, not sure what he’s getting at. “Maybe…”

He chuckles. “Don’t be nervous. I’m something of a specialist in kids and young adults with special abilities such as yourself. They’re nothing to be ashamed of.”

You look at him warily, but you feel your guard come down a bit.

He continues. “Fiona, I know that your 18th birthday is coming up soon and then you will no longer be a ward of the state. I am prepared to offer you the chance to come to my special university to further your studies and learn about your condition. Not only do we offer a free ride to for a higher education, but we also offer specialized education for your special needs.”

He pauses for effect and then continues, “I believe you would find the environment quite accepting as you would meet others as unique as you. Don’t worry Fiona, you have a few choices; I am prepared to work something out with Miss Bittersweet here to adopt you and take you with me today, or you can wait until after your 18th birthday and come then. The choice is up to you.”

You mull over what Professor Shreckt has just said. This could be your ticket to get away from this hateful orphanage and his spiel about learning more about your “condition” piques your interest, but then you would be leaving Chad.

Do you:

*[[Tell Professor Shreckt to take his offer and shove it, you’re not leaving Chad.]]
*[[Accept the Professor’s offer and get the hell out of… hell.]]
*[[Show them some of your crazy powers, maybe the Professor would like a demo to be sure he knows what he’s dealing with.]]
{{Status|Equipment=''None''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Protectors]]

Ignore Miss Bittersweet and keep washing the dishes.

2008-10-31T18:48:28Z

Johnmaplerock:

You ignore the bitch and continue washing the dishes. When you finish, you look at the old clock hanging on the wall. It reads 11:00 AM. You sigh and wonder if you should go to Miss Bittersweet's office anyways. Then you hear your best friend Chad's voice down the hall.

Do you:
*[[Hurry to Miss Bittersweet's office.]]
*[[Go and say "Hi" to Chad.]]
{{Status|Equipment=''None''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Protectors]]

Tell Professor Shreckt to take his offer and shove it, you’re not leaving Chad.

2008-10-31T04:56:56Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Sorry Professor, I’m not interested,” you say. Miss Bittersweet’s jaw drops open and you can tell immediately that she is miffed by your decision.

The professor looks equally disappointed, but not angry. “I admit I am a bit disappointed, but I think I understand your decision. Just know that if you were to change you mind-“ he pauses, fishing around in his inside coat pocket for a moment before finding what he’s looking for. “Here’s my card, give me a call anytime.”

You take the professors card and stick in into your pocket.

“Can I go now?” you ask.

“Yes Fiona, you may go. We’ll discuss this later.” Miss Bittersweet scolds.

“Whatever, don't get your panties in a bunch.” You walk out the door.

What next?

*[[Go see what Chad’s up to.]]
*[[Second thought, maybe the dude in the wheel chair has a point.]]
*[[All this blah, blah has made you tired. You go to your room.]]
{{Status|Equipment=''None''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Protectors]]

Stay up

2008-10-31T04:34:28Z

Johnmaplerock:

“But fuck that, I’m staying up,” you say as you turn the volume down on the tv and let another episode of Seinfeld play. Just between you and the four walls you weren’t afraid to admit that you though Elaine was pretty hot sometimes. “Hell, I’d do her…” you tell yourself as you whip out your laptop and set it on the coffee table intent on surfing for some porn.

Then your cell phone rings. You wonder who would be calling at this hour. You pick it up and seen ‘Unknown’ on the display. Frowning you flip it open, “Hello?”

“Agent 57?” a sultry female voice asks.

“Who?”

“Agent 57, is that you?”

You have no idea who Agent 57 is. “Um, I think you have the wrong number…”

“The government doesn’t call wrong numbers… Look outside your window.”

“What?”

“Stop wasting time, this is serious. Agent 57, look outside your window!”

Do you:

[[Look outside your window.]]

[[Hang up on the phone.]]

[[Ask her what she’s wearing.]]
[[Category: Attack upon the world]]

Stay up

2008-10-31T04:34:10Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Let’s watch a porn!”

2008-10-30T22:08:00Z

Johnmaplerock:

“Hey guys, let’s what a porn!”

“Awesome idea!” says Dave.

“I have just the one,” says Hank-Hans.

Ashley looks at him suspiciously. “You carry porn with you?”

Hank-Hans laughs, “Always babe, always.”

He throws the DVD in and presses play.

After the obligatory credits, it gets right now to it. A pretty woman just got a job at a yoga place and before you know it she’s getting gang banged by her senior instructor and two of her students. After several minutes of close up of the pretty young thing getting double penetrated by ‘Chet’ and ‘Steve’, you notice you’re getting a little wet yourself.

You look around the room and see that the DVD is having its desired affect on the others as well. Ashley’s making out with her boyfriend, her hand down his pants gently stroking him. Dave is sitting on the couch next to you transfixed on the movie, unconsciously touching his crotch from time to time. You can’t help but notice he has a python of a boner in his jeans. Suzanne excuses her self to the restroom. Dave looks over at you, your eyes meet.

Do you:

[[Play with Dave’s python]]

[[Watch Ashley get it on with her boyfriend]]

[[Follow Suzanne to the restroom]]
[[Category: Attack upon the world]]

Hurry to Miss Bittersweet's office.

2008-10-30T20:43:40Z

Johnmaplerock:

You drop the dish you’re washing back into the sink, wring your hands, and dry them on a dish towel. You hurry down the hall to Miss Bittersweet’s office.

You walk into the familiar office to see Miss Bittersweet standing next to a strange man in a wheel chair. They stop talking once they see you enter the room. You wonder sarcastically, just ''who'' they were be talking about.

Miss Bittersweet speaks first, “Fiona this is Professor Shreckt, he would like to speak with you.”

Professor Shreckt wheels toward you, he has a kind look on his face, but a bad comb over on his balding head and you never trust a bad comb over.

“Fiona, my name is Professor Shreckt. Miss Bittersweet here has informed me that you’re not like the other kids, you possess certain special abilities…”

You look at him suspiciously, not sure what he’s getting at, “Maybe…”

He chuckles. “Don’t be nervous, I’m something of a specialist in kids and young adults with special abilities such as your self. They’re nothing to be ashamed of.”

You look at him warily, but you feel your guard come down a bit.

He continues. “Fiona, I know that your 18th birthday is coming up soon and then you will no longer be a ward of the state. I am prepared to offer you the chance to come to my special university to further your studies and learn about your condition. Not only do we offer a free ride to for a higher education, but we also offer specialized education for your special needs.”

He pauses for effect and then continues, “I believe you would find the environment quite accepting as you would meet others as unique as you. Don’t worry Fiona, you have a few choices; I am prepared to work something out with Miss Bittersweet here to adopt you and take you with me today, or you can wait until after your 18th birthday and come then. The choice is up to you.”

You mull over what Professor Shreckt has just said, this could be your ticket to get away from this hateful orphanage and his spiel about learning more about your “condition” piques your interest, but then you would be leaving Chad.

Do you:

*[[Tell Professor Shreckt to take his offer and shove it, you’re not leaving chad.]]
*[[Accept the Professor’s offer and get the hell out of… hell.]]
*[[Show them some of your crazy powers, maybe the Professor would like a demo to be sure he knows what he’s dealing with.]]
{{Status|Equipment=''None''|Health=100|MP=100|Level=1}}
[[Category: Protectors]]

Go and say "Hi" to Chad.

2008-10-30T19:35:27Z

Johnmaplerock:

You decide on going to talk to Chad instead. You walk out the kitchen door and into the hallway. And immediately, you see Chad. Chad has gorgeous blonde hair and one blue eye and one silver eye. He stands about 6' tall, he is also 17, and unlike you, he is one of the most popular people in the orphanage.

He is hanging out with a large group of friends that you have never seen before. But you do spot a few cute guys you could flirt with.

Do you:
*[[Approach Chad with a friendly hello.]]
*[[Go flirt with one of the hotties.]]
*[[Fall, pretend to be hurt and call for someone's help.]]
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