I Will Dare: The Academy of (Text) Adventure

Amidst the countless universes, with their infinitely variable rules and inhabitants and stories, there are a few constants. And one such constant is as follows - the more magic and monsters in a world, the more tempted that world's inhabitants will be to adopt a lifestyle of adventure. Every realm with sufficient supernatural cred becomes a hotbed of dungeon crawls and battles between the primal forces of good and evil sooner or later. And as time wore on, and magic became developed enough for the worlds to know there were others out there, they noticed this trend, and it was decided the first act the universes should perform as a unified whole was to facilitate its further growth. From that seed was born Heimdal Academy - the University of Adventure. A budding hero's one-stop shop for every tip, trick and technique that might help them on their travels.

Fast forward. Centuries have passed, and Heimdal Academy has an almost mythical reputation. Across the realms, young children of every species playing with toy swords and staves dream of one day learning real combat from the best in the business under the auspices of Heimdal. You were one such child, and now that dream is coming true. Heimdal stands before you, and its vast, ever-shifting edifice would feel like something out of a hallucination even if you weren't already struggling to believe this is happening.

But alas! In your overwhelming excitement, you appear to have forgotten who you are! Not to worry, though - you have a feeling some mystic force from outside reality will help jog your memory. And with Heimdal connected to such an array of realities, the possibilities for what you could be are endless...

And so the text adventure begins with a simple question. Who and what are you?

Jay Windygrove, A Witch skilled in Light Magic.

Edited by TabbyGirl4 on Jun 20th 2020 at 5:34:18 AM

Stéphanie Auguste-Hernández, a medium and summoner of spirits

Edited by Baisteach on Jun 20th 2020 at 2:40:19 AM

Willow, a ninja-angel.

Raven Garcia, a sorcerer skilled in healing magic.

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Your name is Willow Garcia Hernández. You are a human, hailing from Windy Grove, a small town in a not particularly exciting corner of the magical multiverse. You are a witch in training, specialising in support magic - healing, status buffs, wards, that kind of thing. Given the sleepy nature of your home, you'd never expected much to come of your fascination with magic; maybe you'd become a medic or something? Y'know, if you were lucky? So when your prodigious skill attracted the interest of Heimdal, and you got the academic scholarship in the mail, it was hard to believe. This wasn't something that happened to people like you. Heimdal was for cool people, and Willow Garcia Hernández is the exact opposite of cool, if you do say so yourself. But here you are. You pray to whatever deities may be listening you don't immediately fuck this up.

As you head down the path, the author contemplates writing out how you look. But then he realises... the point of a text adventure is to give the audience as much control over the main character as possible, right? Oh dear. He's probably going to quickly regret this, but it must be done.

What is Willow wearing?

> Prayer beads

>Fursuit

>Fedora

Chubby phisyque, messy hair, glasses, a purple sweater vest over a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, 80's style boy shorts, fuzzy below-the-knee socks, and a long red cloak with a hood.

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Physique wise, you are as the one person who added that to their command describes - rather chubby, messy-haired, bespectacled, generally possessed of the appearance of your stereotypical dork. This does not help your belief you aren't cool enough to fit in at Heimdal in the slightest. You are also largely dressed as Afterwards described; you've been told Heimdal is not strict about dress codes, but you nonetheless worry deep down you'll be dismissed at the door and told to put on something more suited for the occasion. A set of Catholic rosary beads jangles around in the pocket of your hood. You're not religious, really, but this is a situation where you want all the potential help from a benevolent God you can get.

You are not wearing the fursuit. Werewolf-face is a very serious issue in many worlds, you know. You are not wearing the fedora, either, because you're not completely fashion blind, dammit.

Finally, you reach the towering front edifice of Heimdal Academy. It... kind of looks like there's a door amidst the ever-shifting stone? But you can't say for sure. Maybe one of the relatively more stable windows would be a more reliable entry point. Heimdal is the kind of place where you're sure abrupt arrivals through a third story window are the least odd thing that happens in a day. Or maybe you won't bother with this shapeshifting bullshit at all and try a more esoteric method of entry.

How does Willow get into Heimdal Academy?

Attempt to blast a huge gaping hole in one of the walls to enter. (even if she doesn't have the skills to do that, would be fun to see her try and fail anyways)

Edited by TheGamechanger on Jun 20th 2020 at 1:50:48 PM

>Use a wooden plate to phase through the walls

>Knock.

> Jump through the window and make a ridiculous landing pose.

Ask someone for help

> dig through the wall

>just knocks

> Knock on the damn door.

> Yell for help

>Window

> No, use a Mac notebook

> Actually, use a Red Delicious notebook

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The air here feels like an intense debate over laptop brands. You're not sure how air can feel that way, but it does.

Setting aside your bizarrely specific sense of atmosphere, you take the most voted most sensible option and knock on what you hope is the door. Thankfully, your suspicions were correct, and no sooner have you taken your hand away from the wood than it swings open, revealing a large but conspicuously empty corridor. You think you catch the briefest glimpse of a totally featureless humanoid just behind the door, but by the time you register it, it's no longer there. You stare for a second, hoping beyond hope it was supposed to be there.

Shaking your trepidation off, you take in the not particularly reassuring deserted hallway. You presume the only people wandering the building at this time are the people attending the initiation ceremony, as you should be doing, ooh, right about now.

But this wouldn't be a text adventure if the main character immediately did the sensible thing without prompting, would it? Where does Willow go from here? (Yes, she does have a map of the academy. Everyone does. You kind of need one.)

>go to initiation obviously, itll help us get our bearings in this place