>look around insistently
You are in a large, well furnished room. a prominent motif of the room is the moon and stars. Your host resides in the large chair in the corner, he resembles this [1]◊
Now I have some thing very important to tell you.
Are you ready to hear it?
what will you do?
edited 23rd Aug '12 9:21:59 PM by eldritchseer
>Tell him to give you a moment while you mentally brace yourself
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean>Tell him to give you more time to mentally brace yourself.
Alright.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Alright then. Now for the very i- *BANG BANG BANG*
GRR... I apologize, but I must atttend to a urgent matter.
SNAP
You are now back in the gray plain.
" THERE YOU ARE "
What will you do?
edited 23rd Aug '12 9:51:02 PM by eldritchseer
>Ask politely about green text man
no>Ask where all these Homestuck references came from
>Ask politely about the Green Text Man.
"Would you happen to know a-"
" SILENCE MORTAL "
>Ask where the homestuck refrences came from.
They come from the fact that I tend to listen to the homestuck soundtrack when I write.
The being is beggining to attack you.
What will you do?
>Run away in a pathetic manner.
Deep into that darkness, peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.>Throw a bone at it
>Run away in a pathetic manner.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
You trip.
"NOOOOO!"
" PERHAPS I HAVE OVERESTIMATED YOUR SKILL WITH THE WHITE WAND . NOT THAT IT MATTERS, FOR I SHALL END CREATION, STARTING WITH YOU "
It raises one of millions of claws to strike you down.
What will you do?
edited 24th Aug '12 8:18:23 PM by eldritchseer
>Cut the claw off with a giant pair of scissors and hope the pain will be too much for him to move
>Cut claw off with scissors.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THE BLOODY SCISSORS FROM!"
What will you do?
edited 24th Aug '12 3:45:03 PM by eldritchseer
>Offer your body to him
>Swish baton around and make "pew pew" noises
no> Believe that magic is very real and hope that you can vanquish the monster with some magic
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean>Believe magic is real so hard that you can vanquish the monster.
You grip the White Wand tightly.
"I am The Wanderer, and I believe magic is real, SO MUCH THAT I MAY SUMMON A SWARM OF PIXIES SO HUGE THAT IT WILL BLOT OUT WHATEVER YOU CAN THROUGH AT ME! I SHALL RISE ABOVE REALITY ITS SELF BECOMING SOME FORM OF META-GOD! AND I BELIEVE SO HARD IN THIS CONCEPT THAT I CAN FEEL THE MAGIC COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS IN A GRAND STREAM OF NOT-BULLSHIT! I BELIEVE SO HARD THE GODS THEMSELVES WOULD HESITATE TO CALL BULLSHIT ON MY CLAIMS!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
" WHAT INSOLENCE IS THIS "
>EXECUTE MAGIC
"EAT! IT! ASSHOLE! "
Suddenly all things just, white out. A blinding, all-consuming light bursts into existence, all creation seems to pass by you, all the things, good, bad, weird, just seem to become visable, even if just for a moment, you seem to feel at peace. life seems to blossom from the wand, as if it were streamers, all dreams become reality, flowing through space and time. the core of this new creation burns like a sun, sending the dark figure of the void tumbling backwards. You feel serene.
And it's wonderful.
>Begin intermission.
edited 25th Aug '12 12:23:45 AM by eldritchseer
>Begin intermission.
Blackness, something you very much admire. Blackness, something you very much need. Blackness, something very close to your heart.
Blackness.
Blackness is what covers the streets below you. As you look out the window of your office, you think...
"Boy do I need a fuck'in drink."
What will you do?
edited 25th Aug '12 12:23:03 AM by eldritchseer
>Buy some Coke from the vending machine because you realize you don't drink
>Buy some coke from the vending machine.
No, the vending machine is in the hall way, fuck if your going out there, you mean its godamn 3:45 in the fucking morning.
You pull a cigarette out of coat pocket and light it up, smoke, put it out, rinse and repeat for the whole packet.
You walk to the dresser of your modest apartment/office and open a box, this box contains your best drinks, you feel like treating yourself, seeing as tonight is THE big night.
You decide to take your most exspensive bottle of whisky, pour self a glass and sit down at your desk.
What will you do?
edited 25th Aug '12 12:22:37 AM by eldritchseer
>Drink the glass and reflect on what's happened
>Drink glass and remember what has happened.
Oh shit.
You have fucked up.
THE GOD DAMN SWEAR JAR!
You finish the glass and drop a few nickles in to the large swear jar.
It doesn't matter anyway, because it THE night.
You put on your favorite black trenchcoat and hat, and open the door.
You are now in a hall way.
What will you do?
>Walk towards your destination
>Ominously whisper random words in Latin
no>Walk to your destination.
You start walking at a hurried pace, walk down the stairs, and exit the building.
Your eyes dart to both sides of you, don't want to be seen skulking around at night.
You run into one of many alley ways and head down the garbage filled path, you now this place like the back of your hand.
No, no, no, no, no nonononononononononononononononono!
The sound of chains, a sound all have come to fear.
For it is the sound of a Taurus.
The sound of death.
What will you do?
>Run like no tomorrow
>look around insistently
edited 23rd Aug '12 9:02:22 PM by skyflower
no