Saturday, March 28, 2015

Bloody Protractor

(Restart Story)

Greetings everyone. What you will find below will look strange without some context. What it is, essentially, is a continuation of my choose your own adventure story: "First Day Of School." If you would like to play from the beginning, either select the "restart story" option above, or click here

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Nobody disrespects you. Nobody.

You grab your backpack and find the sharpest object you can find, which in this case happens to be a protractor with a deadly metal edge.

Holding your makeshift blade with malicious intent, you swing it at the brunette's neck, creating a gash that begins to bleed profusely almost instantaneously.

Your teacher, Mr. Clavain, notices your actions, and springs to his feet. He's quickly upon you, disarming you while simultaneously twisting your wrist backwards. There's an audible snap, the kind you hear when ice first begins to crack at the end of winter.

You yell, but Clavain isn't finished yet. He takes your other wrist, spraining it. He then pulls a zip tie from his back pocket, and wraps your arms together with a quick tug.

Like lightning, he begins attending to the grievous injuries you've inflicted on the other girl. Luckily, Clavain is able to stop the bleeding and save her from an untimely death.

Unfortunately for you, your story ends here. You end up sentenced to prison for thirty years. When you emerge, you're nearing fifty years old, and, thanks to your time incarcerated, soon find yourself resorting to petty crimes to get by.

You manage to live this way for several years, until the age of 53, when you die of exposure to the elements during a particularly harsh winter, complicated by the deleterious effects of a failing liver.

Could you have made better choices? Who is Clavain, really, and how was he able to stop you so easily? You'll have to play again to find out.  

The End


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Losing His Respect

(Restart Story)

Greetings everyone. What you will find below will look strange without some context. What it is, essentially, is a continuation of my choose your own adventure story: "First Day Of School." If you would like to play from the beginning, either select the "restart story" option above, or click here

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You decide to continue speaking to David, despite Clavain's entrance.

"So, want to hang out with me later on?" You speak to David in a whisper, hoping to avoid the ire of your teacher.

To your horror, you realize that David is frozen-faced, trying his best not to acknowledge your question. You turn your head, and see that Clavain is staring right at you.

"That was quite rude of you. Do you want to share your question with the rest of the class?"

The way Clavain speaks reminds you of shows like Law and Order. He sounds like he is constantly on the verge of saying something of extreme significance.

Clavain's icy stare bores into your skull.

How do you respond?

(A) "I...I was just asking David here if he wanted to hang out later"

(B) "I don't have to tell you."

Clavain, Man of Mystery

(Restart Story)

Greetings everyone. What you will find below will look strange without some context. What it is, essentially, is a continuation of my choose your own adventure story: "First Day Of School." If you would like to play from the beginning, either select the "restart story" option above, or click here

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You turn your attention to the front of the class as your teacher begins speaking.

Clavain is an impressive sight to behold, and you aren't afraid to admit it to yourself. He has the look and manner of a man you'd want to have around during a crisis. You've heard through the rumor mill that he once served in the upper echelons of military in some capacity, but it's all hearsay. Looking at the way he carries himself, and his manner of speech, you don't doubt that he has, at the very least, lived through some stressful situations.

"Greetings students. My name is Clavain, but you can call me Mr. Clavain. Before you ask, no, I don't have a clue at how my parents came up with that."

The class chuckled collectively. Clavain scratched his meticulously groomed beard and paused briefly.

"In the case you walked into this classroom not knowing the subject, I'll give you a reminder: we're going to be talking about history. Particularly, my favorite aspect of history: warfare."

The way Clavain speaks commands respect. With that simple line, he has the class' undivided attention.

(A) Rudely interrupt Clavain

(B) Pay attention to Clavain's lesson

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Enter Clavain

(Restart Story)

Greetings everyone. What you will find below will look strange without some context. What it is, essentially, is a continuation of my choose your own adventure story: "First Day Of School." If you would like to play from the beginning, either select the "restart story" option above, or click here

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The boy in front of you hasn't said a word since walking in. Though you find that strange, you remind yourself that you've been completely silent as well.

Trying to change that, you tap on his shoulder. He turns around. He's got tan skin and a uniquely ethnic look about him, such that you can't pinpoint his nationality. He smiles briefly, and waves at you with his right hand.

"H-hi!" He stammers, evidently not used to girls talking to him.

"Yo," you reply, "sucks to be back in school, doesn't it?"

He smiles, your steady tone allowing him to calm down a bit.

"Yeah...I miss summer break already. My name's David by the way." He reaches out his hand, and you extend yours as well, giving him your name in return.

Soon, you two are talking as if you've known each other for years. Before you know it, the teacher, Mr. Clavain, walks to the front of the class.

(A) Whisper to David, asking him if he wants to hang out later

(B) Pay attention to Mr. Clavain

Failure to launch

(Restart Story)

Greetings everyone. What you will find below will look strange without some context. What it is, essentially, is a continuation of my choose your own adventure story: "First Day Of School." If you would like to play from the beginning, either select the "restart story" option above, or click here

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You look at the girl to your right. She had reddish hair; perhaps it can even be described as "brunette" under certain lighting. She's looking forward, but you can still just make out the icy blue of her eyes.

Not recognizing anyone else in this class, you make an attempt to gain an acquaintance of sorts.

"Hey, how's it going?" You direct your words at the girl. With an almost imperceptible turn of her head, she glances at you.

"Hey, not bad," she replies. Without blinking, she returns her gaze to the front of the class, as if you don't even exist.

(A) Lash out, violently

(B) Forget her and pay attention to your teacher instead