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retrospec2017-11-05 10:18 am
elevelvetor) wrote in retrospec2017-11-05 10:18 am
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03 | what will you do?
good morning, Retrospec.
today, i'm hosting a choose-your-own-adventure... adventure!
if you would like to play, simply read the rest of my post and reply with your action; i shall supplement all details.
if you don't wish to, then simply keep scrolling.
thank you.
now, without further ado...
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Night has fallen on the sleepy seaside town of Willin' Wisp. The full moon casts her ethereal light on the cobblestone pavement and rough, shanty houses of the area you're in. Once famed for being a rich fishing town, Willin' Wisp has largely fallen into disrepair in the last fifteen years. Those that could fix it do not, enjoying their time eating rare, tropical fish imported from the capital of Helena instead. The town is staying afloat, but only just by the skin of its teeth, thanks to its oil business.
You are standing outside of the town's most famous tavern, though "most famous" makes it sound a little more glorious than simply "the only tavern in town." Inside the tavern, people shout and cheer and are generally incredibly loud, contrasting with the dead quiet that litters the streets.
There are exits to the south, east, and west of you. To the south is the tavern. To the east is one half of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the cemetery, the church, and the docks, where the oil businesses run their businesses. To the west is the rest of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the market, an area that is genuinely booming during the day.
What will you do?
today, i'm hosting a choose-your-own-adventure... adventure!
if you would like to play, simply read the rest of my post and reply with your action; i shall supplement all details.
if you don't wish to, then simply keep scrolling.
thank you.
now, without further ado...
===============================================================================================================================
Night has fallen on the sleepy seaside town of Willin' Wisp. The full moon casts her ethereal light on the cobblestone pavement and rough, shanty houses of the area you're in. Once famed for being a rich fishing town, Willin' Wisp has largely fallen into disrepair in the last fifteen years. Those that could fix it do not, enjoying their time eating rare, tropical fish imported from the capital of Helena instead. The town is staying afloat, but only just by the skin of its teeth, thanks to its oil business.
You are standing outside of the town's most famous tavern, though "most famous" makes it sound a little more glorious than simply "the only tavern in town." Inside the tavern, people shout and cheer and are generally incredibly loud, contrasting with the dead quiet that litters the streets.
There are exits to the south, east, and west of you. To the south is the tavern. To the east is one half of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the cemetery, the church, and the docks, where the oil businesses run their businesses. To the west is the rest of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the market, an area that is genuinely booming during the day.
What will you do?
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Fleeting Hope is, after all, the best town in the world.
An elven waitress (for naturally such a big In-N-Out has waitresses; there is no other way to order your food in a restaurant the size of a small mall) comes by your table to ask if you're done eating, or if you would like something else. The menu is to your left, with exactly what you would expect from an In-N-Out... except the sizes gradually get bigger and bigger, even going beyond a cosmic size. You seemed to have stopped on the continental burger.
What will you do?
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She looks tired, but resigned, as she asks them again what they would like to order.
At another nearby table, a pair of businessmen loudly discuss their own business ventures in Fleeting Hope. You don't recognize either of them, however, suggesting they may be aspiring entrepreneurs.
Poor saps. They'll never make it here, not with the Illuminati having such a firm hold on the food industry.
On your table, you still have a large order of fries that has been left unfinished but has also acted as your pillow for the past several minutes of food coma, several empty burger wrappers, and an extra large soda that's nearly done.
What's next, burgerfiend?
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"The hell was that for, man? We're just having some fun, yeah? Fleeting Hope's supposed to be good for that!"
The waitress looks a little relieved as the other two's attentions are also turned towards you, and she hurries away. On closer inspection, each of these young men have three eyes -- two normally placed, and one on their foreheads -- and large mouths that stretch from ear to ear, packed with sharp, needle-like teeth. Their skin is a pale pink and covered in strange, scale-like... scales. They're dressed like hipsters, however.
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"I'll believe that when I see it! Just try it, you dirty ape!"
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"I-I was just, I was just messin', dude! I didn't mean it! Lemme go!"
Spare him?
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However, such a ruckus has finally summoned the manager of the In-N-Out -- Russlan, a serpentine man with four arms and silvery scales. He looks between the two of you, then addresses you with a thick, stilted accent.
"He give you trouble, sir?"
The young man looks alarmed and shakes his head at you, mouthing no trouble, no trouble.
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yeah i tell the lizard guy he's an asshole.
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The asshole's friends look absolutely terrified and, when another waitress comes around, ask for several burgers to go.
The manager gives them a look, then turns back to you. "Food will be out soon too. You had cosmic, yes? Will shoot you to the moon, promise."