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60589No. 60589hidewatchexpandquickreply
Prologue: Dancing Days

Her song wakes you up. The guitar tickles your spine. The drum measures out the beats of your heart. You listen. The singer is different, the instrumentation.

The territory is strange. You know the shape of it.

"Dancing Days," the Stone Temple Pilots cover, pipes over the tinny bus speakers, one right over your dreaming head. The sound is just louder than the rain pattering on the roof and against the windows. You can't ignore the song, but you try to focus on the rain. It anchors you in time.

You are moving to your new home.

You feel the slight but distinct weight of your medication in your pocket. Not now. Not yet.

You pass the last hour of the ride in a silent haze. If not the song, the constant lurching of the bus as it pulled into stops hardly several blocks apart would have shaken you awake. It's needless how many stops there are; you almost wonder if the route itself is mocking you.

Your memory is coming in fits and stops now, struggling against the rain and cold; the sharp smell of old whiskey, the color and angle of the sun. A much-loved copy of "Houses of the Holy" playing on a well-worn player seated on her front porch. The nature of that last smile.
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>>No. 60634
[X] Let them in.
Yeah, sure.
>>No. 60757
[X] Tell them to come back later
>>No. 61419
In my opinion, it may be good to keep the brain-eating but change the heroin addiction to a dependence on medicine to counteract the effects of eating brains. Magical prions, yo.

[X] Tell them to come back later.

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——you rouse.

Another dreamless night.

You lie in bed a while, staring up at nothing, thinking of nothing.

Lacking senses. Lacking orientation.

Time passes.

You sneeze, and notice yourself.

Sniffling and sighing, you drag yourself out of bed, stepping into a pair of bunny slippers. Pink, white, and fuzzy, they were the first thing you’d bought for yourself when you had finally moved out of that glorified basement of an interception base, resolving never again to suffer the indignity of cold floors in the morning. You throw on a bathrobe, too, garishly floral, and stuff your nightstand pistol into the left pocket, suppressor poking neatly out of the hole in the bottom.
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>>No. 60673
[X] Stay here; cover Blue-One’s landing and RV with your stick.

No reason to rush out and get ourselves killed.
>>No. 61747
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—not when I'm behind the wheel anyway.

If you folks'd care for it, I could give this another swing or do something with the material I've got down, but in these formative updates I think I've given off some wrong impressions and it's veered off somewhere I'm not really sure I'm able to handle.
>>No. 62051
Come to IRC, talk to some lazy old experienced writers about how to plan CYOAs and give it another shot.

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Good day, dear readers! Are you in the mood for a clusterfuck of a crossover by a virginal sacrifice brand new author? Be gentle with me. Criticism is appreciated though! this has to be a bad idea for a first story that's why I'm staying anon

I notice that there is a distinct lack of crossovers (at least, I'm having trouble finding them via story list). I'll assume that's because they can be generally obnoxious, author-serving, and horribly executed. I'll try and avoid that. Tell me if I fail. Really, tell me so I can hit myself and scrap it all. Until then, time to make the biggest clusterfuck you guys have ever seen!

If all goes well you might see some more of me. If I make any blatant mistakes please inform me of them!

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Everything looks white.

You look around. Nothing but white looks right back at you, if shapeless, immaterial color could "look". You seem to be some sort of shapeless, formless being, as trying to move, feel, or otherwise utilize any sort of a body proves futile after several attempts. On that note, how do you know how to move a body?

The white and your ponderings as to the situation are both interrupted by a sound. A hole opened up to a material, real looking hallway to your left. You consider this to be a vast improvement over absolute nothingness, and will yourself towards it. However, you find yourself unable to pass through, only capable of moving your view to its edge. But hey! Moving! That's nice. Good job, you!

Through the rectangular hole is a long hallway, with no visible end. It's lined with doors and entryways of widely-varied types, shapes, colors, and so on and so forth. A single being who looks, for lack of a better word, generic, is standing before one, pulling small circular objects from through it. Seriously, you can't even tell what gender they're supposed to be.
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>>No. 60539
[X] You don't hear much in this direction. Some birds chirping, other assorted sounds of wildlife, and the sounds of what seems to be a small, slightly dated village.
>>No. 60540
[x] krrzt Fede... zzt.vessel. ...o you read? This is Zol- ksssht -atrol number bzzzzt, please resp...
A rescue mission? I'm in
>>No. 60541
Yay for more votes. Thank you.
Calling it for peaceful village sounds.
Writing now.
Debated putting spoilered out maniacal laughter down here for a solid 10 minutes.

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Through the reinforced windows you can see a bright speck of light in the sky.

A research space station, one of the finest achievements of humankind. Space has been conquered. Living in it is trivial. Transportation seemed to hit a practical cap on speed just under 0.8c and even instantaneous teleportation over short distances was something under development.

And then, a mining digsite on a complete backwater moon of a gas giant in Epsilon Eridani hit on something new. Something completely off of the periodic table of elements that you're familiar with- and before it could be given a name, a proper name that wouldn't be easily confused with something else, some yahoo of a politician back on Earth called it plasma. And the name stuck, much to the scientific community's collective disappointment.

Plasma opened up all sorts of new advancements in technology- it's among the most energy-dense materials in existence, it bonds with organic compounds in interesting and new ways, and it has all kinds of potential uses.

Shipping plasma any significant distance for research would have taken over a decade, and that's not always practical. Besides, your corporate overlords wanted results, and they wanted them fast.

Humanity had constructed twelve large space stations outside near-Earth orbit prior to the massive undertaking that created the one you're now shipping to.

The ship awoke you from cryogenic stasis two days ago. And now the pilot, on final approach, makes an announcement. “We are now on final approach to Space Station 13. Please secure any and all belongings.”

You yawn, reach up to the hook above your berth, and detach the satchel from its resting place. In the next berth over, you hear a faint honking.
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>>No. 60464
[X] ???, Random Job
The box!

The box!

The wonderful, wonderful box!
>>No. 60465
Wonderful mystery box wins.

Time for fun!
>>No. 60474
Alright, I recognize the setting, which brings me to ask: who are we going to killRobust first?

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57660No. 57660hidewatchexpandquickreply
Sometimes, a world simply cannot go on.

A world cannot exist without mana, the lifeblood of everything. There is nothing that is not made up of mana. No matter the world, no matter the people, no matter the level of technology, mana will be found. Some worlds produce it naturally, some require "generators" to supply mana, usually by drawing mana in from the sun with "Recievers" and spreading it across the planet. These Receivers are usually in the form of large trees with roots spread throughout the planet. There is one such world in which the tree is dying, and another world whose very fate is tied in with it.

This is a story of two worlds, connected by one man and his dream of a better life.


"Fuck!" I shout. I'm standing in the middle of a prison cell, completely stripped of my weapons. No guards have been down in this area in almost an hour and I'm getting restless. It would be different if there was another prisoner for me to talk to, but no one has answered my calls. I know that I'm alone, no one lives long in one of their prisons.

This couldn't even be called a proper cell. It's just an alcove with metal bars and door. No bed, toilet, nothing. I press my hands against the bars, there is a slight give on a couple of them. "Heh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised," I laugh. These prisons are old, likely from the Second Era. These bars have likely been here for three hundred years now. Judging from the lack of rust and wear, I figure that they're made of Mithril.

The cement floor around the bars is broken and loose. Kneeling down I pull on one of the bars and it slides towards me. "How the hell did I not notice this sooner?" I ask myself. "Oh, right," I chuckle, "I was distracted by that cute guard." After a couple minutes, I manage to dislodge one of the bars and slip between the gaps. "Good thing I'm a skinny bastard." Though the spacing of the bars certainly didn't hurt either. The bar I dislodged is a decent length and might be useable as a weapon. I'm not cr
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>>No. 60394
[X] Talk to Ran, Chen, and Momiji about…
(X) Their world
(X) How they got to this world
>>No. 60396
[X] Talk to Ran, Chen, and Momiji about…
(X) Their world
(X) How they got to this world

We need to understand how they got here if we want any chance of getting them home.
>>No. 60400
[x] Talk to Ran, Chen, and Momiji about…
[x] Their world
[x] How they got to this world

I am allergic to decisions.

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“I’ll go alone,” you tell her calmly. With a deep breath and clear mind, you make your way to your friend. She already has a rather large sundae in front of her, but has barely eaten any of it. “Hey there, Cirno,” you say quietly, but just loud enough for her to notice you.

“Alex?” She turns her head slightly, just enough for her to see you from the corner of her eye. “What are you doing here?” She quickly looks around, probably for Utsuho, and you do the same. You smile faintly as you notice that you can’t actually see her anywhere.

Making sure you have her attention, you say, “You seemed pretty upset by what we said back there.” Cirno simply goes back to staring at her ice-cream silently. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m not mad at you. Disappointed? More than a little. But, I don’t want you to think I don’t like you anymore.”

You stop to let her respond, which takes almost a minute. “I know. You’re way too nice to let something like this ruin a friendship. But, the others…”
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>>No. 60393
[x] Oh, hey, they have a cat. Play with the cat.

Always get on the pet's good side.
>>No. 60395
[x] Oh, hey, they have a cat. Play with the cat.
>>No. 60397
[X] Oh, hey, they have a cat. Play with the cat.

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60149No. 60149hidewatchexpandquickreply
Eirin hands you a cup of tea, and gestures for you to sit down, across the small table from her. “Thank you for your time, Meiling.”

You shake your head. “It's no problem, really. Glad to help.”

Eirin sighs. “She won't even come out of her room anymore since she got that game. Even Mokou's started to miss her.”

You sip your tea. A nice, simple green tea. “What game?”

Eirin shrugs. “I don't know. I've never bothered to learn the names or the titles.”

Maybe she'd be more willing to come out of her room if more people shared her hobbies. But you leave that thought unsaid, as that would be rude and uncalled for. “You know she won't go easy.”

Eirin shrugs. “Whatever. She's immortal. Punch her through the wall if you have to.” She pauses. “Please don't punch her through the wall. I have to replace those.”

You take another drink of her tea, and savor the warmth. I've been around for thousands of years, and still the tea soothes and calms. “Alright,” you say, draining the last of the tea. “No time like the present to get started.”
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>>No. 60179
Typo, meant Lu B
>>No. 60375
[X] We could go find Diaochan.
>>No. 60376
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Remilia may not have wanted a present, but she’s going to get one! One in the form of you helping her set up for tonight that is. You grab your costume and quickly say bye to everyone before rushing out. Byakuren is taking Kogasa out trick-or-treating and Shou is watching the house. You asked her if she wanted to come, but she said she wasn’t feeling well and just wants to lounge around the house. She does have a slight temperature, but she says she normally runs hot and that you shouldn’t worry about it.

It’s a little after five when you get to Remilias home. And WOW is it decked out! She has scarecrows, fake tombstones, ghosts hanging from the roof of the building, at least five jack-o-lanterns and fake blood splattered on the windows. One of the tombstones reads, “Remilia Scarlet” another reads “Flandre Scarlet”. Some of the other tombstones look to be for members of their family. It’s a little amusing, but at the same time it’s off putting.

The normal metal knocker on the front door has been replaced with a skull themed one. You knock on the door a few times, not loudly but apparently loud enough as the door opens almost immediately. You are greeted by Sakuya, already wearing her “costume”. “Hello Alex,” she greets pleasantly. She looked surprised to see you, but quickly gathers her composure. “What are you doing here so early?”

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>>No. 60314
[x] Go alone
>>No. 60315
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Today's NaNoWriMo Update is brought to you by "Something Completely Different!"


I've been meaning to update that story for a while now because it's been nagging me in the back of my mind. Plus, I've been writing it bit by bit for the past week or so after updating this.

I also wanted to do something PROPER for the next update, due to it being the hundredth update and all. It feels like a big deal to me at least. So, being off tomorrow will give me some time to write something more than a page or two long. A page or two with Double Spaced lines that is...

The next update will be in a new thread too. Feel free to keep voting/ask questions/voice concerns/call me a faggot/etc.
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With a groan, you pull and manage to finally get your suitcase to the top of the stairs. One of them, anyway. When you were accepted to Gensokyo Academy for Talented Girls, the brochure stated that you were allowed to bring up to two suitcases worth of clothes plus a school-supplied duffel bag for anything extra you wanted to bring along. Like almost every other girl climbing these stairs, you naturally picked your two biggest suitcases so you could bring a lot of different outfits. Unfortunately, several things stacked up to make your first day somewhat miserable. First, you had to lug both suitcases through the six inches of snow on the ground in order to get anywhere on campus, and second, you had to drag them up the stairs to get to your assigned dorm room.

Luckily, with two problems came two saving graces. The first was that one of your suitcases was an old leather beater with no wheels, so it had to be carried on the rolling suitcase. While that made the rolling suitcase heavier, it meant you wouldn't have to leave one suitcase behind while lugging the other upstairs. The second saving grace was that you only had to pull them up the one flight of stairs. Your room happens to be on the second floor, and once you find your room, you dump your bags onto your bed unceremoniously. You're not even sure you want to bother unpacking, so you instead just plop down onto the bed near your bags and take stock of the room.

Underneath the only window in the room is an extra-wide desk, probably so it can sit both yourself and your roommate simultaneously. There's another bed on the other side of the room, though you can't make out any identifying features of its occupant. Unsurprisingly, since you'd read about them in the brochure, there's a mini-kitchen and a full bathroom, virtually right next to each other. With that in mind, you certainly hope your roommate isn't the type to use up all the hot water early in the morning. You're no stranger to cold showers, but having to take one day after day because of a selfish roommate isn't exactly appealing.

Still, that's besides the point and you continue to look around the r
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>>No. 60148
[X] Explore the campus, figure out what's where.

Well... shit. That sucks.
>>No. 60190
I was going to give you shit in your other story about it dying/being abandoned, but then I saw this.

Firstly, I'd recommend getting well into one story before starting a second.

Anyway, best of luck with life stuff, and don't feel bad if it gets in the way of writing at times. It's best to give the readers a heads up regarding changes on your schedule. Readers much prefer to know that there won't be updates for a while, rather than be left to wonder during radio silence.
>>No. 60199
Actually, would you guys prefer it if I just copied the update on this one into a new post so I could slip some line breaks in?

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You come to cold and damp. Opening your eyes, you note that you’re face down in a puddle. Your head hurts something fierce, like you were using it as a hammer. Or maybe you were the nail. Maybe you picked a fight or had a bit too much to drink. It doesn’t matter.

What does matter is someone’s rifling through your pockets. That kinda crap won’t fly.

You haul yourself standing and someone falls back with a squeak. Glaring over, you can see it’s just a kid. Dirty mess of blonde hair and real tired grey eyes. Looks homeless, but right now, you’re no looker yourself.

“Well damn,” the kid says, “found a live one this time.” She’s got the kind of voice that speaks of hard times.

“The hell kinda kid robs dead folk for a living?” you grind out.

The kid grimaces. “One who’s desperate. Belief’s getting scarce these days. Us smalltime gods take what we can get.”

“A god? You?” You suppress a chuckle.

“Don’t laugh!” Girl pulls a switchblade from somewhere. “I was someone once. I mattered.”
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>>No. 60088
[x] Grab a pillowcase, stuff in anything that looks valuable, then skedaddle out a window or something.
>>No. 60094
>Fight, but cover your face with a bag or something so you can't be easily identified later

This dudes scum, and we owe the lady for crashing at her place.
>>No. 60139
[x]Fight, but cover your face with a bag or something so you can't be easily identified later

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