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

[thesettingsun]

>Check Spot

[twostringsonebow]

Spot stands at 5'9", with brown wispy curls and inquisitive blue eyes, of which he has two. He has one nose, slightly pointed, and below that is a small puckered mouth. He also has two ears of average size.

His two hands have five fingers each, which make them perfect for grasping and holding anything you need, but currently he is holding nothing. His clothes are on the nicer side (you always dress him nicely, he belonged to nobility once) and fit him snugly. Spot also has two legs, which end in two feet, of which you know he has five toes on each.

[thesettingsun]

Is Spot a human. What the actual fuck.

[twostringsonebow]

Spot is for certain a human.

[thesettingsun]

>Quit game

1/2

[twostringsonebow]

You quit the game. Though you receive no reward for your short journey, here is what happens for your meager time spent playing:

The Nightwalkers continue to feast on those that stray into the streets, growing bolder and bolder until they begin to break into the houses of the townspeople and consuming their flesh. The mystery of who, or what they are, remain unsolved.

Cassandra is burned alive due to the belief that she brings disasters, when she can only foresee them and wish to bring warning.

Peg Leg drinks himself under the table, gets into a bar fight, and loses his other leg to infection.

Jeremy returns to the church, where he goes on to become someone of high standing.

Spot wanders the land without master or kin, eventually falling in with the Nightwalkers himself. He isn't seen nor heard from again.

2/2

[twostringsonebow]

> Would you like to play again?

[thesettingsun]

No and also fuck you.

[twostringsonebow]

I'm hurt.

I did say that he chose that profession, did I not? Would you like a little more background?

[thesettingsun]

Games that guilt you for quitting are the worst and I hope you never become a game designer.

[twostringsonebow]

It was the reward you deserved for quitting before you began. If that makes you unhappy, feel free to try again.

[thesettingsun]

You put me in the role of a slaver without warning me!

[twostringsonebow]

You have such a depressive mind. Spot was an indentured servant, and someone you cared for greatly. You would never consider him a slave nor would he consider himself enslaved; it was only duty to his family that brought him into your service. He's simply your "pet" because you take care of him as such, begin a dragon and he a puny little human.

[This is so much fun for him.]

[thesettingsun]

As a writer with no visual medium available, you have a responsibility to consider what assumptions will be made and either correct them, let them go if they're unimportant, or use those assumptions to your advantage.

[twostringsonebow]

I believe I did.

[thesettingsun]

Are you making a game or just congratulating yourself on how clever you are?

[twostringsonebow]

My, you think I'm clever? Thank you so much.

[thesettingsun]

[AGGRESSIVELY STOPS RESPONDING BEFORE HE YELLS AT SOMEONE OVER THE INTERNET]