In celebration of my upcoming birthday, Zestari and I have decided to start a “Choose Your Own Adventure” adventure! You know, like one of those old Steve Jackson books, except you don’t need to pencil in any stats or cheat at the combat.
A couple of things to keep in mind while you partake of the words below:
All right, I think that’s everything. The adventure begins after this line of equals signs.
You are a raider; your hobbies include looting, interior design, and murder. Your raider posse, of which you are the newest and lowliest member, is back from a hard day of rampaging around the wasteland and getting just about diddly squat done – not even a single measly maiming or evisceration!
You are currently in the back room of your raider lair, a modest affair built into the ruins of an old school house. The other five members of your small raider posse are currently lazing around in the next room over, grumbling about today’s lack of wanton violence, while you do some housekeeping.
At present, you have no prisoners – the last one died of infection a few days ago – so you’ve been tasked with cleaning the blood from the cages. As you smear some gore with a filthy rag, you somehow manage to uncover a clean bit of metal; you catch a glimpse of your reflection and decide to indulge in a spot of vanity.
In the somewhat shiny metal of the otherwise filthy cage, you see the dull image of...
A couple of things to keep in mind while you partake of the words below:
- Please don’t vote blindly! Read the post first.
- Don’t actually post in this thread! All you have to do is vote.
All right, I think that’s everything. The adventure begins after this line of equals signs.
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You are a raider; your hobbies include looting, interior design, and murder. Your raider posse, of which you are the newest and lowliest member, is back from a hard day of rampaging around the wasteland and getting just about diddly squat done – not even a single measly maiming or evisceration!
You are currently in the back room of your raider lair, a modest affair built into the ruins of an old school house. The other five members of your small raider posse are currently lazing around in the next room over, grumbling about today’s lack of wanton violence, while you do some housekeeping.
At present, you have no prisoners – the last one died of infection a few days ago – so you’ve been tasked with cleaning the blood from the cages. As you smear some gore with a filthy rag, you somehow manage to uncover a clean bit of metal; you catch a glimpse of your reflection and decide to indulge in a spot of vanity.
In the somewhat shiny metal of the otherwise filthy cage, you see the dull image of...
- a terracotta-coloured unicorn mare with a short and spiky mahogany-coloured mane, and a lean, athletic build. (3 votes)
- a brick of an earth pony stallion with a dark blue-green coat, a short, cream-coloured mane and a tangled, matted tail. (1 vote)
- a slender, electric blue unicorn stallion with long, flowing mane and tail of deep royal purple. (3 votes)
- a slight, salt-and-pepper speckled female griffon with light grey hindquarters. (6 votes)
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