You wake up in bed. It's probably not your bed, nor any bed you've actually ever encountered before, yet, it's a bed all the same.
Dispensing with unnecessary concerns as to how or why you arrived in this slightly uncomfortable and oddly shaped wooden-bed, you notice a pair of breasts.
Hovering before your eyes are a juicy *large* pair of breasts... temptation asserts itself within your mind, how do you act?
[ ] Breasts [ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Check beneath the bed [ ] Breasts [ ] GENUFLECT
No matter how tempting the breasts, a pair of breasts is simply that, a pair of breasts, without the attached body it lacks something of the usual luster.
Deciding against interacting with the objects above you, your eyes slowly close and you attempt to return to sleep...
Was it ten, maybe even fifteen or twenty minutes later... Your mind awakens once more, staring out of bed, however this sight is now oddly familiar as you are once again faced with the sight of... breasts.
You can't help but realize this is likely the exact same situation as you faced not long ago. How or why you've returned to this instead of awakening within your own home is unknown, although possibly due to a certain Gods(Writers) boredom.
The pair of breasts loom above you, however due to your mind having become slightly accustomed to the sight you additionally notice that, there is indeed an upper body attached.
Long golden hair flows down on your forehead, it's almost as if someone was leaning over you, however the lower body almost cuts off mysteriously at the waist, as though emerging from some alternate location of sorts(Read: GAP)
What do you do?
[ ] Breasts [ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Check beneath the bed [ ] Poke
Reaching out blindly with your hand, you grab ahold of something most definitely life-like in texture, yet smaller than your originally intended target.
A small yelping sound echoes through the gap in addition to an outraged yell... did you just hear someone call out "Mistress?"
[ ] Life-like texture [ ] Withdraw the hand [ ] Go back to sleep
It beckons you... your hand continues to grab ahold of the prey beyond this mystical doorway... or rather it would however you sense a presence move in behind you.
Turning at the last moment, hand still in the process of coping a feel from the unfortunate female on the other side of the gap, you feel a push.
Unable to stabilize yourself quickly enough due to most of your focus being focused on more lecherous duties, you fly head-first through the portal, being met with a dazzling light.
Your body lands with a *thump*, crashing into a barely cushioned surface of leaves and dirt. The faint chirping of birds greets your ears, harsh sunlight temporarily blinds your sleepy eyes, and a sharp pain emits from your right arm.
Wincing in pain you look down at your right arm, the one previously thrust through the portal in search of treasure.
A silver knife is stabbed through the hand, the sight of such a thing sending shivers down your spine.
Likely due to shock you find yourself capable of restraining any overt groans and/or writhing in pain, at least for the moment, however your losing blood as well.
[ ] Attempt to seal the wound [ ] Laugh madly [ ] Go back to sleep
Your hysterical laughter rings out through the forest, an unusual tinge of insanity attached to your usual tone.
Perhaps it's because the pain and loss of blood, or maybe it's the fact that your life might end in some bizzare parody world of that odd YWUIG game you've been participating in.
Regardless, it appears to have drawn some attention. Shortly after finishing yet another psychotic laugh you hear a faint rustling from behind you, what do you do?
[ ] Continue laughing [ ] Run away [ ] Collapse from anemia [ ] Look for the source of the noise
Possible wild animals and/or various other creatures that would likely feast on your bones be damned, you're going to collapse from anemia and thats it.
The world spins, a red haze slowly covering your vision before all turns black. Your body lies cold, life signs away in the mysterious forest.
Yet... at the last moment, you could have sworn you heard something... perhaps merely a figment of your imagination, or against all odds a savior?
You awaken, lying once more in the odd wooden bed that torments you so, the first thought to come to mind is... groundhog day?
However, before you can lament your circumstances once more, you hear a faint laugh, turning to see a captivating sight.
A hauntingly beautiful women stands naught more than a few feet away from you, hands idly playing with a stray lock of golden hair as she stares at you with an undoubtedly seductive gaze.
[ ] Breasts [ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Check beneath the bed
Odd, for some odd reason your sex-drive appears to have all but abandoned you, or perhaps it's that nagging feeling you've forgotten something...
Regardless, your first priority is too check beneath the bed, one can never be too cautious when dealing with bed bugs and things that go bump in the night.
Reaching your head under you spot an unexpectedly odd sight, why... is that a skeleton wearing a pink frilly dress?
Possibilities race through your mind, foremost being that, pink dress or not, there *is* a skeleton beneath the bed, and you expect you'd find more should you check the nearby closet... this definitely indicates danger.
Mind racing, you fall head-first from the bed, however instead of face-planting on hard-wooden floor you continue falling.
Fuck this dream, fuck bleeding, fuck anemia, you have full health, armor, and a motherfucking BFG 9000 bitches.
From below the lake races up to meet you, trusty big fucking gun in hand you willingly fall into the mouth of hell itself, ready to defeat your mortal enemy once and for all.
Plunging deep into the lakes chilling waters you are captivated by the sight of an unearthly light before you, yet battle with the eternal enemy you are submerged within also demands your attention...
Fuck lakes as well then, ignoring the icy waters and dismissing any possibilities of a fetish for dieing in lakes, you follow the white rabbit, er light that is.
An uncontrollable groan escapes your lips as you awaken once more, for some odd reason your right hand hurts like a bitch and you're covered in dirt and leaves.
It's dark and cold, stray rays of moonlight are all that serve to illuminate your surroundings. Indeed, you never left the forest after-all, only able to dismiss the previous happenings as some sort of odd fever dream.
Still, your previously bleeding hand has somehow gained a large bandage. You can see evidence of blood soaking the white material, yet the flow appears to have halted for the time being.
[ ] Search for an exit [ ] Roll spot [ ] Listen check [ ] Make your fortitude saving throw
Shaking off stray leaves, twigs, and odd bugs of some sort, you stand up, finding yourself suddenly and impeccably afflicted with a desire to stare at your surroundings.
Only in doing so do you catch sight of the dark flying object, a creeping miasma of sorts, you shudder as the presence approaches the clearing you stand in.
Upon closer inspection... you can't help but describe it more accurately as an oddly floating 'blob' of darkness, perhaps removing some of the dread attached to it's presence check.
Regardless, it approaches, think fast.
[ ] Charge [ ] Flee further into the darkening forest [ ] Make like a tree and leave [ ] Hide
Shaking yourself free of the captivating... blobs, presence, you decide that it's about time to make yourself scarce from these parts.
Slowly jogging off in some random direction through the forest, you can just swear you heard a slight yelp from behind. Turning you watch as the 'darkness' smashes it's head, or what appears to be the leading section of the form, into a tree. This impact has apparently halted the creature in its tracks, or floats, or whatever the hell you would call it.
An odd power fills your body and moments later you find yourself holding a fairly hefty stick in hand and waving it about in imitation of casting a spell, you always knew memorizing those spell incantations would pay off some day! fuck everyone who called you a nerd.
Or at least... you thought it would work. Unfortunately your spell fails, an obvious conclusion given you can't cast magic in the first place. Loss of blood must have made you delusional.
The darkness however has used this round to free itself from daze, yet again floating around in the distance and working it's way around the obstinantly unmoving tree.
[ ] Re-commence escape [ ] Collapse from anemia [ ] Kal vas flam - Cor Por
An odd power fills your body and moments later you find yourself holding a fairly hefty stick in hand and waving it about in imitation of casting a spell, you always knew memorizing those spell incantations would pay off some day! fuck everyone who called you a nerd.
Or at least... you thought it would work. Unfortunately your spell fails, an obvious conclusion given you can't cast magic in the first place. Loss of blood must have made you delusional.
The darkness however has used this round to free itself from daze, yet again floating around in the distance and working it's way around the obstinantly unmoving tree.
[ ] Re-commence escape [ ] Collapse from anemia [ ] Kal vas flam - Corp Por
Staring at the red-named blob in utter hatred, your prepare your incantation, utterly certain that in mere moments fire and lighting will expel forth from your hands and smite this unwieldly dark blob of a murderer.
....
The spell fizzles, however you gain an increase of + 0.1 to your magery skills and your intelligence increases.
All this is for naught as you collapse once more, your vision turning a red-haze and anemia overcoming your pathetic physical capabilities, leaving you at the mercies of... the blob.
You awaken on a bed, immediately finding yourself restrained, arms and legs chained to each of the large wooden posts.
At the end of the bed, a small girl prepares an exceptionally large pot, pouring in various ingredients and things that look like spices into the boiling water. You can't help but notice the pot is reasonably human sized.
The final straw would likely be the slight hum of an odd tune being sung by the cute figure, her back turned to you as she sings of all the wonders to be included in human stew.
[ ] Attempt to free yourself [ ] Gnaw at the chains [ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Check beneath the bed
>You awaken on a bed, immediately finding yourself restrained, arms and legs chained to each of the large wooden posts. WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THAT POWER WRIST BACK
>>335121 This has reminded me of the Monkey Island series where you have to check something, spit it, and the spitball bounces, hits a switch, and frees you.
Straining your neck you find yourself just barely able to catch a glimpse beneath the bed, finding it empty as even your old pal the skeleton appears to have abandoned you.
A gasp of delight comes from the other side of the bed, the girl apparently noticing your wakefulness at last and finding it quite intriguing.
The girl approaches, shining silver knife & fork in hand, it appears that dinner is too be served, you can only hope it ends... soon.
The last words you hear as the girl grabs ahold of your head is, "Welcome to this wonderful killing chamber."
You awaken in warmth, finding yourself snuggled beneath the covers of an indescribably comfortable bed.
A small dull ache emanates from your right hand, however this is but a slight distraction from the overall sense of security and joy you take in lying within the bed.
Eyes opening you note that you appear to be within a medium-sized bedroom of sorts, the usual assortment of furniture present within the place such as a wardrobe, closet, etc.
[ ] Sleep some more [ ] Closet [ ] Wardrobe [ ] Dirty laundry
