cyoa: akechi edition

[twostringsonebow]

Hello, Recolle.

Let's play a game.

Don't worry -- it's a very fun one, and most of the work is on my part, but I think it'd be a good time sink... and you may even learn a little more about yourself in doing so. You may quit at any point of time and gain rewards from it (those are to be decided, mostly depending on how far you get in your story), though seeing it through to a satisfying end would be the most fruitful for your time.

Now.

Please pick a genre and one of the following colors: Red, Blue, Green.
1. Fantasy
2. Dystopian
3. Romance

Your story's waiting to begin. ♪

Comments

[twostringsonebow]

It's very much smashed in, most likely from something fist-sized.

Going down from there, you avoid her eyes (or close them, if you'd like) and taken in the rest of her. There's scratches and blood from where she tried to "tear out" the insects crawling beneath her skin, and the further down you look...

Oh.

You think you've found what caused that hole in her head, stomach rolling in realization.

It's her fist, fingers crushed in odd angles and her wrist doing no better. There's a ring that looks rather valuable on one of them, while her other hand sports what's clearly a ring from a fiancee.

[maskreant]

[ HIS NURTURED INSTINCTS SAY STEAL THE RING— ]

anything strange about the room?

[twostringsonebow]

You look around.

It's a normal room, with three doors: the exit you came from, one ahead you think logically leads to the kitchen, and the last that may either be a bedroom or bathroom... though without opening it, you won't know.

While the woman is laying against the wall, there's a perfectly serviceable sofa near the middle of the room with a small white round... thing curled up on it. From watching you, you can tell its breathing and is most likely a cat; animals weren't counted among God's Kingdom, you guess, but you do know they're immune to the riders.

The TV, an old set with a VCR and battered stereo system, doesn't work when you try and turn it on. It's just decorative now.

There's a few pictures of her and her family on a shelf, surrounded by books. There seems to be no other valuables.

[maskreant]

[ KITTY?! no, he has to think straight. ]

pocket the ring and check the kitchen. pick up a knife if possible.

[twostringsonebow]

You pocket the ring and head into the kitchen.

There's plenty of knives to pick up, so you choose one that seems easiest to use and give it a few swipes.

Looking cool, survivor.

The fridge is ajar, but what chill might've been inside has long since left the device; what lingers is the smell of old food, spoiled and no good to anyone anymore. Except perhaps that cat, or any desperate animal on the streets.

Speaking of the cat, though.

There's a soft meow at your foot, and a small body rubs against your leg. Its tail curls around you and it looks hopefully at you with its adorable blue eyes. You think it may be hungry. You are also hungry, but you're fairly certain that the wet cat food sitting on top of the fridge wouldn't taste very good.

[maskreant]

[ mmmmmmmmmmmm............. he would usually not feed a cat anything bad, but they have to survive. Animals are more likely to know if they shouldn't eat anyway? ]

open the can and feed the cat. pet it a couple of times before checking the last door.

[twostringsonebow]

The cat chows down happily.

You check the last door. It certainly is a door, you see, and it even comes with a knob! Fancy that.

Would you like to enter?

[maskreant]

good kitty.

yes, open the door.

[twostringsonebow]

You open the door.

It's a bedroom, strewn with clothes and in a general state of disaster. The woman most likely lived on her own, judging from the kinds of clothes, but she had a wedding ring..? It's a detail you put to the side as you take in the room.

The bed looks very comfy, if in disarray. The closet door is ajar, and almost every drawer on the vanity is thrown open. There's a cat bed in here too. Some toys as well.

There's also a handgun.

[maskreant]

does the handgun have bullets? if it doesn't, search for ammunition.

[twostringsonebow]

It has one bullet ready to fire.

You look for ammunition and find some beneath the bed.

[maskreant]

nice. take that, too.

check the closet again?

[twostringsonebow]

The closet, once home to clothes, is barren. Everything is outside, strewn across the room, and...

Oh.

Not quite barren.

There's an odd bit of paneling, a slight discoloration you can see from the meager light drawn in from the window. Pressing on it seems to work, and once opened it reveals a... book?

Leather bound with a encircled star on the cover, it's an interesting find. But it doesn't seem very useful for survival, being a book and all.

[maskreant]

skim the book anyway.