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I sat up from the wooden floor in front of the house and looked up at the sky, slightly groggy.

The sky is glowing bright lavender and the cherry blossoms are just starting to bloom.

I'm still tired, but I don't know, maybe I should stop being lazy right now.

[ ] Just lay back and gaze at the lavender sky once more.
[ ] Go inside the house and see if there's anything to do there.
[ ] Take a moment and try to remember what you were supposed to be doing in the first place.

I stop the car.
“Wonderful.”
I open the window, taking a deep breath. That doesn't stink like petrol. That's unusual but great.

I admit that I had a serious doubt before. Buying a house in the middle of nowhere was stupid, even for me. But I couldn't help it. I was walking, focused on my recent problems, and then I saw that picture of the house, on the estate agent's window. It was like a divine revelation, and I though “I have to buy it”. So I stopped instantly to read the ad.
'Great house, size of a mansion, some repairs needed but still affordable. Very isolated, no problem with neighbours.'
Exactly what I needed. I bought it instantly.

And now that I'm in the middle of nowhere, I don't regret it. Sure, it's an old house, it probably doesn't have electricity nor Internet. But the good thing is that I won't be constantly pestered by my editor. And I'm ready to pay good money for that.
I open the boot. Several bags, but I'll only need one for now. That house is old, so I should clean it a little. And that's why I brought this!
“A solar-powered vacuum cleaner! Since there are no energy in that house, solar panel is the way to go!”
Damn I'm so awesome and cool!


If only I could have some sun, of course. I quickly look at the vacuum cleaner's battery level.

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>>	Anonymous 12/05/18(Fri)02:52 No. 26651 >>26650 I don't know, but he's awesome, either way. But hooray! We've met the last Prismriver. I'm just wondering at the leap of logic she took assuming we dislike Lyrica. Unless this is a usual occurance?

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The third sister and the idea !u.ddykRmDU 12/05/19(Sat)00:27 No. 26652 “As a matter of fact, while I don't really dislike her that much, she's not a good company to have around.” The girl -Lunasa- sighs deeply. “Of course, I expected as much.” “Care to explain to a poor and lost soul?” Looking straight at me, the eldest sister starts talking in a calm and reserved tone. “Lyrica is my dear sister, and I like her a lot, but she's kind of a manipulator, as she loves being in control of the situation. And your arrival here was something we never expected.” “She's just annoyed because she never thought someone would come here and claim the house?” “Exactly.” Kind of disappointing to learn that the reason for her anger is so petty, but something strikes me as I listen to the blond girl: she's not smiling. I mean, Lyrica wasn't smiling ever, but she was kind of angry after me, so it's logical. Merlin, on the other hand, is almost always smiling. So, yeah, I'm not really using the good word. I mean, Lunasa isn't smiling, yeah, but there's also something else, I'm not sure if it's her voice or something like that, but there's something ff with her, something depressing, slightly creepy. I don't think I'll enjoy her company, honestly speaking. So far, Merlin is probably the most pleasant. “Speaking about that, I tried to talk about it with Merlin but I got sidetracked each time...” “Yes, Merlin does that if you're not careful. You try to speak about music with her, and you end up talking about food from the Netherworld.” The Netherworld? Now that's a good idea for my book! I must remember it! “So yeah, I bought the house, but I didn't know you three were living inside, so do you have anywhere else to live?” Lunasa frowns. “Are you kicking us out?” Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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!u.ddykRmDU 12/05/19(Sat)01:16 No. 26653 File 133739021186.jpg - (631.34KB , 1800x1800 , 27337226.jpg ) [iqdb] es I opan my ayas, I quickly undarstend thet I'm naithar in Nirvene, naithar in evici. end thet's e raliaf. I don't know whara tha fuck I em, but et laest, I know I'm not in tha worst pleca, so avarything is fina. I look eround, only to saa e gray end daprassing lendscepa. It looks lika I'm raelly daed eftar ell, without eny possibla eppael. Thet's sed, lifa would ba much aesiar if you could just slem your hends on tha dask, end scraems 'OBJACTION' et Daeth's feca. I rub my ayas, only to ramambar thet I'm daed, end tharafora thet I cen't heva ayas. So whet do I heva instaed? I don't know, end I don't raelly went to know. Whet if I look lika e zombia? Hay, meyba I cen do tha Thrillar Denca now! “What the fuck?” I pull the page out and I quickly tear it into pieces, before inspecting closely my typewriter. It looks like some mischievous girl replaced the keys while I was talking to Lunasa. I smile warmly. What kind of cute girl coulda done that, ruining all my inspiration, and therefore ruining any chance for me to write today? I don't know, but I'm going to find soon, and then, things will turn nasty. While I consider myself as a gentleman and a scholar, I don't take kindly to people interfering with my work. Especially if it comes from a such a nice little girl. I don't mean Lyrica did it, but, hell, I'm willing to bet money she did it. Still smiling, I abandon my sabotaged typewriter and I walk back to the entryway, near the stairs. Upstairs, the sister stopped the music, and resumed their bickering, but at a lower volume. I guess music calms down people for real. I shout loudly. “Hey, upstairs!” There's a brief silence as the sisters don't know how to react. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Looks like this is my first story here on THP. I've been lurking and voting for a few months now, and I hope that I picked up enough of the little things that are necessary to get along out here. I have tried writing before, but mostly short stories and definitely not in CYOA form. Kick my ass, so I keep writing, would you?
Some of you might know me from other forums or from the IRC. I'm not about to spill the beans on that just now.
Apologies to anyone who knows the real-life locations mentioned, they will be thoroughly twisted for this story.
Well, let intros be intros. Onwards with the writefaggotry.

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It was a cold and windy winter night. The fresh and still falling snow outside was just enough to dampen the sound in that special way only snow and thick mist can. Most of the people in the little city of Reutlingen, Germany spent the evening doing what many others were doing all over the globe: huddling together, keeping each other warm and enjoying the company of their loved ones. Others were surfing the web and, while maybe not keeping each other warm -but most certainly flamed-, were at least sharing thoughts and getting together with friends and people who thought alike. Cars were rushing along the center of the city and the many larger roads, white cones of light and red specks of glow hovering through the night, but in the thick of the housing districts, a calm silence enveloped all.

It was on this fateful January night that a young boy, or better, young man was given a present that would change his life- although nobody ever expected it.

Who that young man was?

Well, YOU, of course!

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[x] Calm down, try to find her through other senses

Ugh, no, you can't get too worked up, no matter how much your body may want to. You close your eyes and try to calm yourself down. Your hearing is obviously not going to work in your favor anymore, and your sight isn't doing much good. It's time to rely on a special sense that you've felt since coming here. The aura that Chen emits, that peripheral vision marking the Yakumo family that you don't necessarily see, but can feel. With Chen so close to you, it's difficult to pin point where Chen is exactly, but after a brief moment, you think you got it. It becomes astonishingly clear the moment Chen opens fire on you once again.

With a quick slash, the bullets are blocked. All of them deflect harmlessly upon your spear. You got it. But the battle isn't over. More bullets approach you from the side. Those get blocked too. More bullets are fired and consequently vanquished in the blink of an eye. You're getting the hang of this, but you're finding it harder and harder to control that burning, fiery sensation in your chest. That feeling that's lighting your body on fire. It seems that no matter how much you may want to cool down, your body continues heating up like an out of control forest fire.

It needs to end. Now.

"Is Satoya wising up? Come on, catch Chen!"

You can see her. The brighter the fire burns, the more obvious Chen's aura becomes. She shifts through the trees at remarkable speed. But it's a predictable pattern. It isn't long until...

"Hah! Ah...huh? Sato--"

Chen's bullets had hit nothing. She stopped for a brief second to wonder and try and pin point your location.

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Morning.

The fresh smell of tea permeates the air. Your eyes flicker open as you see the white ceiling of your room again, sunlight illuminated the rest of your room. Letting out a sigh, a small smile forms on your face as you sit up, seeing a glass of tea next to you.

“Ah, what a pleasant day,” you remark, silently chuckling to yourself.

You hear a door open as you turn towards your butler, Wilton, entering in with a tray of food. Gently pushing your blanket aside, you sit on the edge of the bed as your butler sets the tray of food down next to the glass of tea.

“Good morning, Wilton,” you greet cheerfully, “How are you this morning?”

“I am quite fine, Master George,” your butler replies, giving you a quick bow. “And what about you, sir, you seem to in high spirits this morning.”

“Indeed, Wilton. I have to say that I had quite a pleasant dream.”

“A dream, sir?”

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[x] NOBODY CALLS ME CHICKEN! NOBODY! (spin the wheel)

(When I asked for a tie-breaker, I meant the very next post will decide what to do. Sorry for not being very clear about that.)


You grab the very top of the wheel and pull down hard to make it spin (and spin fast).
You’re about to make this wheel your bitch!

Creepy carnival music beings playing from the wheel and it spins and spins and spins and spins and spins before coming to a halt. Aaaaand…

26- Gain a new trait

Sweet! You played with fate and won! You rolled that motherfucker like a new whip and came out on top! Fuck yeah!

“Very good sah! You have now gained a new ability of which to fight crime or evil or whatnot, enjoy your new power!” The silly man cries out triumphantly as if to proclaim that the wheel was a huge success and a crowd begins forming around you, the man, the wheel, Yuugi, and an oblivious Flandre still hugging the plushie.

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>>	Anonymous 11/11/12(Sat)08:28 No. 26178 >>26177 Mother of god you are retarded

>>	Anonymous 11/11/17(Thu)13:29 No. 26180 File 132153658786.jpg - (188.88KB , 600x600 , img_071.jpg ) [iqdb] So, is this story still running, guys?

>>	Anonymous 11/11/26(Sat)05:51 No. 26192 >>26180 That's only funny AFTER a few months have passed. And even then its still a "hahahaha YOU'RE A FUCKING FAG" thing then "hahaha"

"Fuck Gensokyo"

It's the only thing that has been going through your mind for the past several hours. You sit with a miserable scowl on your face as you try to think beyond your hate and remember exactly how you ended in this horrible situation; kneeling behind a group of elderly old hags as they natter and rabbit on about gossip and other equally inane garbage, waiting for one of them to call for you and demand another sake. You would appreciate the polite tones and the manners some of the less plastered women offer you, but you seem to be a little too busy being bitter over being called a drinks monkey by the violet haired cow in the red dress. Embittered and more irritated then usual, you reluctantly take her order, muttering something about how stupid the snake rope... thing on her back looks as you leave the drinking hall to get her request.

You welcome the chance to get away from the rabble of wenches and their mind-numbingly dull chatter and bitchy gossip, if only for a brief period of time. Glancing around the kitchen you see that you are very much alone, and not even that younger girl in the green seems to be around. You silently thank your choice of deity for this moment of peace as you make your way over to the drinks and start to pour yourself something strong after shrugging off your favourite jacket onto the back of the chair.

"Hrm... come to think of it, I don't have a chosen god do I?" the thought ponders in your mind as you take a sip from the cup and welcome the ice cold beverage. "Maybe I should have someone, something to pray to when I get caught up in this crap..." you think to yourself as your earliest memories of this Gensokyo shit hole and the exact reason about your being here come to mind. You relieve those horrible mental images and repeatedly curse yourself and your frankly pretty shitty luck for your current predicament. As you finish your glass off, you scowl to yourself again and repeat your earlier thought train from before; "Fuck Gensokyo"

"Please mind your language" speaks a polite and quiet, yet noticeably annoyed voice from behind you. "And please stop

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Sukima!g/OFHYXEWQ 12/02/17(Fri)08:59 No. 26317 File 132946915742.jpg - (91.07KB , 325x335 , ssib19.jpg ) [iqdb] I guess I should let the cat out of the bag. No, this writer wasn't me, but a friend of mine I may or may not have pressured into writing here. He had a good idea for it, but I think somewhere along the line he realized he couldn't follow through with it or just otherwise lost interest. He has a lot going on too, which factors into it. In the end, I just chalk it up to someone who wasn't ready for steady writing trying to do so. He mentioned to me a while back that he had no plans on continuing this, so you can mark this story as abandoned or scrapped.

>>	Anonymous 12/02/17(Fri)22:57 No. 26324 >>26317 It takes more than merely a good idea for a story to last.

>>	Anonymous 12/04/01(Sun)05:30 No. 26445 >>26317 Oh well, thanks for telling us. Tell him it was a nice story and he's more than welcome to try again later if he fancies it.

Hello everyone. I have decided to finally try my hands at a Touhou CYOA. In doing so, I hope to entertain you all with an idea I tried to realize as a fanfic. If you have heard of the unfinished fanfic called "Rebirth", you may know what this CYOA will be:

"Saigyou Ayakashi escapes his tree prison and becomes a human-like sakura youkai."

I am by no means a fast typer, and I can be rather busy at times. Still, do you wish for me to tell my story?

[]Yes!
[]No!

[x] Seek out Youmu's advice
-[x] Ask if she knows any self-training exercise.

You had some better success with Youmu. You want to keep trying with Ran, but maybe you're getting ahead of yourself just a tad as she said. You decide though that wondering whether or not you made the right choice is not an important matter right at this second. Clearance for now is what you need, so you go and look for Youmu and see if she can enlighten you just a bit further. While you feel you might be able to surpass Youmu easily with a little effort, you never got to talk much with her. Then again, this feeling is just based on how well you performed against her hand to hand. It could be totally different when actual weapons are involved. Though, you're not sure if you really want to find out.

The mansion feels eerily empty. The kind of emptiness you would expect from a broken heart. You hope you didn't let anyone down. You can't say you're too worried about Yukari, you think she'll live, but everyone else seems to be depending on you too. For what, you don't know, but you feel it's important that you don't be discouraged in light of this and try and prove yourself to everyone else.

Look at you...you feel like you're some grade schooler again, showing up his peers in some silly playground game. Despite all this, it could turn out to have very real involvement with death here.

You eventually find your way around after much random stumbling through the mansion. You come out an unknown entrance and into a vast garden, filled to the brim with the many cherry blossom trees you've become familiar with, along with a wide variety of flowers, including spider lilies. It's all very morbid, yet astonishingly beautiful all at the same time. While staring in awe of the magnificent flora before you, you spy Youmu tending to one of the plants at the far side. She's trimming it with a pair of large cutters, rather nimbly at that. She must've been a gardener for a very long time. It isn't until she turns around enough while tending to the foliage that he happens to see you, resulting in stopping your awkward s

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Despite technology coming so far, it's yet to completely muffle the sound of the tracks as a passenger train barrels down them.

This pure and simple noise has drawn your traveling companion to sleep with its soft repetition. Her head eases onto your shoulder while your eyes scan the landscape that passes swiftly by.

Things have changed in this mere half year. The countryside loosely resembles the suburbs now, though it's only a partial likeness. Farmland and dirt roads remain, hardly bothered by the small neighborhoods near them.

The sun, barely peeking over the horizon, makes a red splotch blend into a brightening blue sky. Unable to sleep last night, you merely sat where you were and watched the sky grow steadily brighter. A meager number of clouds dot the sky, spread out irregularly over the area you can see. A fellow traveler is woken from her slumber, and looks at you with aged eyes as she collects herself.

"...It really is a wonderful thing, riding on the train." The old woman smiles at you from a seat opposite to your own. "My husband and I always rode the train when we were younger, but now most people ride in cars or planes. The sky is still beautiful, though. Despite the planes and lights."

You smile politely towards the small woman, trying to not offend her while not talking to her. Sunlight pours in from behind her, framing her small form as she speaks.

"It's relaxing. This ride wouldn't be as nice if the sky was littered with planes and jets."

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