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Dec 5, 2009 20:25:25 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Dec 5, 2009 20:25:25 GMT -6
B1
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Dec 5, 2009 21:34:00 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Dec 5, 2009 21:34:00 GMT -6
I'll say E.
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Dec 20, 2009 23:38:30 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Dec 20, 2009 23:38:30 GMT -6
"Diana, stay here with Ann. I'm sorry but your ankle would only slow us down, I swear we'll be back before too long. Let's go Cynthia." You state with everything else rushing through your mind, everyone's lives hang in the balance and only you can do anything to save them. Okay no pressure, this is only the most fucked up situation we've been in yet.
You guide Cynthia through the halls in pure silence, keeping her moving at too rapid a pace to strike up a conversation. Something seems to pull you toward the others, you have no idea what it could be, but you find it better not to question the phenomena. Whatever's doing this could be leading us into a trap yet I don't give a damn anymore. We're so close that it's now all or nothing.
The invisible line that had been reeling you in halts at a set of black wooden doors, their barred windows peering into a large room that can only be described as an arena. "Sean's in there, no doubt pressing his blade to someone's throat. I want you to wait here, Cynthia. You're not walking into the trap with me." You tell her, hoping that she'll listen to reason by some thin sliver of hope.
"No! I want to be with you every step of the way now. I want to help, not sit on the sidelines while you put your life at risk for everyone elses' sake." She objects just as you knew she would.
"You can help by remaining here. I'm sorry, Cynthia." You place your hand on her shoulder and squeeze, using your abilities to render her unconscious without harming her. You gently lay her body in a concealed location, clear of prying eyes. You'll be safe this way and I won't have to worry about you. Now I can face Sean without any restrictions.
You crush the doors with a swift kick, allowing the parasite's power to flow uncontested throughout your body. Sean wastes no time in assault you, having his men unload four assault rifles pointed directly at your body. You witness the bullets travel at a sluggish pace, the adrenaline in your system heightening your senses to never before experienced levels.
Each subordinate fires until their chambers are empty, nary a bullet having stricken their target. You drop your pipe in the process of evading the bullets though you know the weapon is now unnecessary. "It is nice to see you did not fall for that, it would have been a pity for this confrontation to have ended so abruptly. I suppose you will wanting to know where your companions are? Let's not waste any time then, Carlos, if you please." A snap of his finger brings forth your friends.
From across the large room, three crates are pried open. Within the first, Cindy has been subdued with nylon ties and a black hood placed over head, her body struggling to escape on the floor. Along with the ties, chains keep her pinned to the ground at three points on her body. "We wanted to make sure she stayed in place." He quips with a sadistic smile, motioning to the next crate.
His minions, whom number seven total, move aside to reveal a beaten and bruised John. Propped up on a wooden chair, he blinks once as he drifts in and out of conscientiousness, blood dripping to the floor below. "His attempt to resist was met with a hostile reply. Next." They repeat the process for the last crate, Sean wearing a particularly evil grin for this last one.
There, having been raised to their feet, Veronica and Isabella have been stripped naked, the cold air of the room bringing shivers to every part of their bodies. "They were to undergo a new ritual but you interrupted us before it could be completed. They'll have to settle for enduring the desires of all in this room after you've been dealt with though." Sean begins a chuckle that evolves into a malevolent cackle as his sanity fades further.
You show no signs of wavering, daring to stare down the insane cult leader as he stands on the brink of madness. "Sean, you know you don't stand a chance. It's futile to resist me, I've slaughtered your men when they number five times this amount. Surrender now and I'll spare you. You have my word." You know that bargaining with him is useless and yet it may not be. Perhaps his men will listen to reason.
"The word of a demon is worthless! You will not sly your way out this time, Defiled One. You may have twisted Drake's mind with your dark allures but I remain steadfast as do my children!" Along with him, they all shout a unified grunt. That didn't work, looks it's come down to this....
"I tried. I honestly did. Now, farewell Sean." You sigh deeply and clench your fists, delivering the first death of the bout. In the blink of an eye, your fist plunges through the chest of the cultist standing over Cindy, his heart blasted across the room as it is severed from its veins. You heave his corpse at the two guarding John, already behind them as the body serves only as a distraction.
You grasp their necks and squeeze, collasping all flesh and bone within your palm. "Kill the whores! He will not save them all!" Sean orders, his last five men drawing their knives and lunging at Veronica and Isabella.
"No!" Isabella shouts, unable to defend herself with her bound wrists. "Aaaah!" Veronica squeals, dropping into the fetal position to buy herself some time. "Not today." You utter through gritted teeth, your anger rising as the close in on the women.
In one swift motion, you blast through the air toward the line of cultists, propelled by your awesome leg strength. You collide with the first in the line, taking down all five as you soar along with them. All of you slam into the wall though you are shielded by the first unfortunate soul to be tackled. His spine breaks upon the collision, ridding you of yet another cultist.
His cohorts are now spread across the ground, attempting to climb to their feet so they may continue their futile assault. I need a way to take them all out at once. You give the room a quick glance, scanning for anything that may be of use. Above you, a steel beam is suspended by a chain, though for what reason the beam is there you know not. That's it!
"I'm sorry." You tell them before dashing to the chain and, with a swift strike, shatter three of the links. The beam falls to the ground and crushes them while kicking up a cloud of dust. "H-how?!" Is all Sean can mutter as you make your way toward him.
You grip his collar before he can stumble to the ground, standing before him after he blinks his eye. "You've had this coming since the first time we met and you tried to run Cynthia through with your sword. I see that as a fitting end, don't you?" You don't allow him a chance to reply, ripping his sword from its sheath as you admire the clean blade.
"I say this without remorse. Goodbye, Sean." You stare into his eyes and, for the first time, see complete and utter fear on his part. He screams for mercy once you toss him straight above you and aim the sword's tip at his heart. You throw the blade as if it is a javelin, piercing his chest and sending his body soaring toward the ceiling. The sword strikes the arena's ceiling, pinning Sean's body as he slowly bleeds to death in his tomb.
"Let's get you up." You comfort Cindy, breaking her restraints with your waning strength. "You're okay!" She gasps once she is free, practically tackling you to the ground in gratitude. "Yeah, but we don't have time to celebrate. Help John up and I'll free the others." Fatigue sets in with every step as you arrive to aid Veronica and Isabella, both of whom are still clad in their birthday suits.
"Hold still, I can rip these off." You tell Isabella, a quick snap signaling just that. "Thanks, just try not to stare. Come on Veronica, up and at 'em." She says, flashing you a warm and grateful smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She does the same as Cindy, her bare flesh rubbing against your arms as you holding your hands back. "Oh, sorry!" She blushes with a fierce red that runs all the way to her neck.
"That was far too close, Sean almost had us. At least he finally got what he deserved along with his brainwashed puppets. Personally, I think it could've happened sooner but this is a fitting end." Isabella nods to all their broken bodies, voicing her opinion on the cult's final stand.
"Wh-whoa ladies, givin' me a show?" John mutters from behind, throwing you a half assed smirk. "John! You pervert!" Veronica hides behind Cindy to shield her bare form. "After all we've been through, let the man have his fun. He's at least entitled to that after how he stopped Sean's men from having their way with us." Isabella twirls her nude body for John, even going so far as to lean on his shoulder and kiss his bloody face. You all share a moment of peace and laugh at the absurdity of this all, basking in the tranquility before you venture back into the maw of the undead.
While escorting the four of them, you take a moment to collect an awakened Cynthia, who is prepared to unleash hell upon you. "How could you?! You could have been killed and I wouldn't have been able to do anything! Do you know how much it hurts to know you betrayed me?!" Cynthia then strikes you with an estrogen powered fist, drawing a small trickle of blood.
Tears well up in her eyes as she embraces you, rubbing her head into the crest of your shoulder. "It's okay, you can let it all out. We're safe." You allow her this until she has exhausted her supply of tears.
Everybody travels in silence through the hall to gather Diana and Ann, this not being a time for conversation. Both of them are safe and sound with many questions but you stifle them until you arrive back in Leisure Park.
The elevator dings open as everyone walks out into the sunshine. "It's so bright!" Cindy exclaims happily, skipping out of the elevator and into the torso of the man you bargained with. "Whaaa!" She cries, crawling away in terror as you step forward.
"Damn it!" Isabella growls, taking a combat stance even though she knows she stands no chance. For the first time in front of everyone, the man speaks. "I see you have successfully salvaged all their lives. An impressive feat, no doubt. I am thoroughly impressed." He congratulates you with a round of applause from his massive hands.
"It can speak?!" Isabella gasps, still donning her stance. "Of course it can, I am not a mindless beast. And by the way, It also has a name. That would be Jeremy." He bows to Isabella after finally revealing his name, keeping up the facade as he believes you will still uphold your end of the deal.
"I tire of you though, Isabella. Do be quiet." He stares the Hispanic woman down, rendering her silent. You attempt to speak but he cuts you off, "I merely paralyzed her. Do not worry, no harm has been done. I do remember our bargain after all." He states, whistling a moment later.
Kisk bounds toward him with two figures on his back. "Scythe and Jessie." You recognize them once he is close enough. He dumps their bodies then returns to Jeremy's side. "Don't bother trying to call him. I have subverted him to my own will to make sure you don't pull anything." He tells you, bringing murmurs from everyone behind you.
"What's he talking about?" Cynthia finally asks, the moment you'd been dreading finally here. "I told him that I'd leave with him once I rescued everybody. If I hadn't agreed, he said he would have killed Jessie and Scythe then come for the rest of you." You explain with a heavy heart, ready to uphold your word.
As you begin to turn, Cynthia grabs your shoulder. "No. You aren't going. We still need you, we can't get out of here by ourselves. Look at us! We don't stand a chance in our condition." She objects, conviction lacing her words. "She's right, we need you man." John coughs, staggering as Veronica catches him with a shoulder.
"As much as I hate to admit it, they're right. We're too banged up to make it much further." Ann adds alongside him. "I know I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you." Diana peeps despite her obvious uneasiness. "You can't be serious? We're so close anyway! Why not stay?" Cindy interjects as well. Everybody that is able voices an objection, they need you as much as you need them.
To keep it private, Jeremy intrudes within your mind. My patience is beginning to wear thin. Say your farewells and let us be off. I do this only so that we may sever the binds of your humanity. You block him out after that, preferring to keep your thoughts to yourself. This is a hell of a bind. I honestly have no idea what to do. I can't say what'll happen to them if I go, but I try to stay, he'll attack. I don't know if I have the strength to defend against him.
You are faced with perhaps the most difficult choice of your journey thus far, this choice will dictate the fate of everyone and their individual happiness.
Vitality: 40%
Entourage: Cynthia: 70% Ann: 42% Diana: 22% John: 18% Isabella: 60%, Paralyzed Veronica: 70% Cindy: 80% Scythe: 90%, Unconscious Jessie: 60%, Unconscious
Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 11
A) Uphold your end of the bargain, you won't sefishly risk everyone elses' life
B) Defy Jeremy, you have not come this far to abandon everyone just like that
C) Ask if there perhaps some other way, you simply can not make a decision of this magnitude
D) Ask if you may bring someone with you, surely Jeremy would allow you one companion to bring along
E) See if Jeremy will allow you to escort the group out of the mall, he can't be that cruel
Z) CYOA
Here it is, the final choice. If you choose D, name the person you'd like to bring along.
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Dec 20, 2009 23:51:32 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Dec 20, 2009 23:51:32 GMT -6
Despite my better judgment I'll give it a chance and say E.
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Dec 21, 2009 0:23:01 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Dec 21, 2009 0:23:01 GMT -6
Sigh.... I really doubt D has even the slightest chance of succeeding, otherwise I'd take it. Even if he did allow it, it'd only be to have you kill them yourself later as a final test of your 'stripping of humanity.'
And B just has bad idea written all over it. If there's a hidden percentile on it, I'd be shocked if it was outside the single digits...\
Arggg..... I'll have to go E. With a little bit of luck, Sythe will wake up and help them all escape this hellhole instead of turning them in to the damned special forces....
And, assuming everyone doesn't die, you've gotta do a "Where are they now?" sorta deal on everyone who survives, telling what happened to them a couple of years or so after the fact....
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Dec 21, 2009 11:39:25 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Dec 21, 2009 11:39:25 GMT -6
-Sigh- Cursed choices...
E
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Jan 14, 2010 22:36:47 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jan 14, 2010 22:36:47 GMT -6
As a soft breeze whisks through a tree's branches, you relive all of your adventures throughout the mall. From the first moment the parasite bonded to your brain stem, forever altering your destiny, to the scene of Bridget's death. You've endured many ordeals within these hellish walls, the forefront of them being the death of friends and love lost. A cruel thing, the latter. Perhaps it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
You've seen and done things most would deem impossible, and some that would drive others insane. The living dead have certainly made a mark on your existence, though they tend to do that to everybody. Throughout it all, you have yet to dwell upon the question that seems as if it would plague your every waking moment. Why me? Why did I take that case?
Was it the choice of some sadistic higher powers that revels in your suffering? Was it merely another chapter within a story only a fool would bother to sire? Standing before Jeremy, presented with this monumentous decision, you finally ask yourself this all too important question.
Because nobody is perfect. It could've happened to anyone, but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The only thing left now is to finally accept what I've become. Hell, maybe I'll be able to resist morphing as Jeremy did, it'd be a shame for this handsome face to turn into THAT. I can't laud it as divine intervention or a cosmic prank. No, it's much more simple than that.
This sudden epiphany brings you more peace than anything else, a strange complacency overcomes your posture as you give Jeremy your decision. "As nerve wracking as this has been, I think I've finally come to a decision. I'll come with you peacefully as long as we escort everyone to safety. If not that far, then at least to the outskirts of the mall. I haven't come this far with all my friends to abandon them."
Your body ripples with anticipation, Jeremy's beady eyes gouging icy daggers through every orifice as the two of you lock gazes. He attempts to communicate, but you deny him entry, finally achieving peace has done wonders for your willpower. This continues for what seems like hours to the others, when in reality mere seconds pass.
"....Very well. If it will cause you to uphold your word with no resistence, let it be. We will see them off to the outermost walls of this place." He bellows in a commanding tone, his voice staggering a surprised Cynthia behind you.
With a defeated sigh, you turn to face the grief stricken Latina. "You're going with him? What about me?" She quivers, unable to hold back the tears as they well up within her eyes. "I'm doing this for you. It's selfish of me to wish for a future that has no possibilty of occuring. I'll be able to live with the pain, but I don't want you to suffer because of me." You try to reason with her, make her see the futility of continuing to love you.
"But that's not selfish, it's human. It's one of the reasons I won't forget this, I can't forget this. Your compassion is something that no one will ever be able to match, just like so many other things about you..." She cradles her head in the nook of your shoulder, letting the tears stream out in vengeful sorrow. You allow her this act of lashing out, knowing very well it may be the last time she will embrace you. Let the love be replaced with resentment, it's far less painful. On you at least.
"So...when're we going?" John pants with belated breaths. The others second his motion, though you ignore each individual comment. I may as well begin detaching myself now, no sense in prolonging the inevitable. My humanity won't last, but maybe I should hang onto it as long as I can.
The conflicting emotions create far more turmoil than you had thought possible within your mind, you can't even communicate with Jeremy at the moment.
"We depart now. Do keep pace or this will be a difficult journey." Jeremy performs a swift about face, heading toward the base of the clock tower without so much as a second glance at the group of humans. "Whoa! Aren't you forgetting something?" You motion toward the still paralyzed Isabella and unconscious Scythe and Jessie.
"Oh them, all right." He snaps his finger, bringing forth a startled gasp from Isabella. "You bastard..." She mutters belligerently once regaining full use of her body again. You chuckle quietly at her determination. I really will miss this lot.
Kisk retrieves Jessie and Scythe once more, completely ignoring your outrstretched hand. He returns to Jeremy's side as the others prepare to depart. Veronica lends John a shoulder while Ann makes sure that Diana stays on her feet.
All the while, Cindy stays silent in the background, watching events unfold with nary a word. You catch her eyeing you pitifully once more before setting off, a sympathetic tear streaming down her left cheek.
I'll complete this at a later time, I just don't have it in me to finish it yet.
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Aug 23, 2010 12:07:38 GMT -6
Post by Wizardwizard on Aug 23, 2010 12:07:38 GMT -6
I just finished reading this whole cyoa, and I must say it is great. You are an excellent writer Tbone.
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Sept 23, 2010 22:46:29 GMT -6
Post by Mercury (HG) on Sept 23, 2010 22:46:29 GMT -6
Almost nine months later.... Great story, but T... Will you just end it like that?
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