Y

Like I'd have reason to dick around in the first post.

Y

Amazon fucked up my delivery I see. I was supposed to get the item delivered, not be the item delivered.

Y

Rumia stop fucking around

>Invalid input detected, assuming incompetence.
>How to Play:
>You type suggestions. With your keyboard. And feel a stabbing pain in your chest.
>Oh wait you meant other than that didn't you?
>Outputs will be produced based on all inputs provided since the last output.
>You can enter an input by prefacing it with a closing angle bracket.
> <-- That's this thing.
>Please note that outputs may be sporadic.
>You feel a stabbing pain in your chest.

fuck i forgot my trip

>Open eyes.
>What is stabbing me?

We are robutt.

[Open eyes. What is stabbing me?]
>Attempting to open your eyes does nothing. Furthermore, a clumsy attempt to feel at your chest is cut short by the roof of the space with a clunk as your fingers scratch against it.

>Check space. Is it breakable?
>If(yes, break out)

>check what the ceiling is made out of
>knock on the ceiling while you're at it

knocking on wood for luck and fortune

[Check what the space is made of, and if you can break out of it. Knock on the ceiling for luck while you're at it.]
>You check what the edges of the space are made of, finding with a slight pain in your knuckles that it is wood.
>Upon testing the walls and ceiling, the latter gives slightly, and you are able to lift it about a foot before tossing it aside as dirt and sunlight stream in.
>You are standing in a dirt filled box at the bottom of a one foot deep hole. The hole is surrounded by trees. There is a stabbing pain in your chest.

>Get up, check self. Who are we? What is this pain?

>check the stabbing pain
>climb out of the box (coffin, perhaps?)
>rip our heart out of our chest. can't hurt if there's nothing there to feel hurt *taps forehead*

[leave the box, work out who you are, and remove your heart]
>You step out of the box, and ponder the given command. I mean really, of course you know who you are you're-
>Uh
>Checking what you have on your person you find:
>One (1) Skeleton
>One (1) Splintering Wooden Spike (Between the skeleton's ribs)
>Not much else but dirt.
>You're pretty sure the spike is what's causing that stabbing pain since you dont have a heart to remove.

>Remove stake. If possible.
>Inspect box and surroundings.

>Specifically, check for a tombstone, and whether there's a name on the tombstone.

>observe surroundings
>determine time of day and bearings
>wait if we're a skeleton can we detach and reattach our bits?

[Remove the stake if possible, and check for detachable extremities. Then examine surroundings.]
>Your first course of action is to firmly grasp the spike and give it a sharp tug. This does nothing except make it briefly hurt quite a bit more. On the bright side however your arm didn't fall off, at least until you attempted to remove it on purpose, at which point it went limp, though holding together.
>Next up, the area. It day time probably, your grave if that is what it was in unmarked, though what little of the box is still visible appears to be... wood probably, and upon very close examination the trees appear to be concealing an entire forest behind them.
>You have:
>One (1) Tattered Wooden Spike (Stuck in ribs, very painful.)
>One (1) Skeletal Right Arm (Held in left hand, not falling apart.)

>reattach the arm, no use walking around with only one occupied hand
>determine bearings (as in which way is north)
>pick a direction and start walking

2 arms attached is worth one in the hand or something

>How can you be unsure what time of day it is?

You silly skelington.

[Reattach your arm and work out where to go.]
>Your arm returns to its previous point easily, holding fast as you watch the sun to see which way it moves.
>And keep watching it.
>And keep watching it.
>And keep wa- there, there was movement! ...It rises in the west right?
>Alright you pick random direction and go in it for some reason. What are you doing this for again?

>You can't find out what's happening if you don't go anywhere.

>"Alright you pick random direction and go in it for some reason. What are you doing this for again?"
>would we rather get back in the box? even if we wanted to, we might as well get the stake out first right? No point going back in uncomfortable

>Inspect path and where it might lead to
>Failing that, walk on the path leading vaguely in the direction where the sun was rising

(This looks like hell of a fun, can't wait for more writer)

>Hold on a moment gonbarino
>Check how the coffin was dug in before continuing exploration. (This is to see if someone used an actual shovel to dig you in or if your killer used their bare hands. The latter would most likely imply it's a youkai and the former a human).
>Continue (Anon commands from above), life is a gift and your gift has been taken from you, go on a journey to avenge yourself by defeating this anti-santa.
>Check your inner head, see if you remember anything about yourself or anything that could be useful, concentrate if need be...
>Concentrate...wait that's it! It all makes sense now.
>Someone has killed you by smashing a stake through your chest with the aid of an hammer, this implies that you are possibly undead.
>Seeing how the sun has not killed you now, you are prolly not a vampire.
>Seeing how you are in a forest, you are most likely not human.
>Seeing how you don't have flesh, you are currently a skeleton.
> Yes, you have been killed by a youkai and this is a forest of youkai.
>Get angry and prepare your fists for some nasty clobbering on the first potential suspect that you see, for the first of justice is milky white.

>So, uh... input [?]

>Keep a metaphorical eye open for any signs of life in the forest
>You are going to need to find a town to look for a coffin maker. Only he will know THE TRUTH

>Looks like we gotta BONE to pick with him eh?
>Rattle your bones menacingly to practice imitation!

Damn,I thought we were some vampire that died and than came back as a skeleton.

>start a vendetta to kick the ass of whoever made your shoddy coffin
>follow the path, direction doesnt really matter

>Search for any additional coffins nearby to find and recruit allies
>Otherwise, follow the path and hope to stumble upon civilization

>Let's get moving, now.Can't journey without walking, eh?

>Continue walking until it hurts too much
>Force to reconcile that the way you are walk to is the wrong way.
>Rattle your bones to the mysterious forces hindering your way
>Swear revenge before going the opposite way

>can we finally follow that damn path yet?
>also it's spelled majestic, not megestic idiot

>try pushing the stake out through you, instead of pulling it out.

[X] Life is a gift which santa has failed to deliver, though your current state of consciencenouis is unnatural and heretical it is one that must be properly treated with the value it's been given.
Cancel the self-draining, though it could relieve your inner tension by quite a lot, a proper skeleton does not indulge in non-proffesional self pleasures.
(OOC: We don't know if removing the thing would kill us, so let's not risk it yet).

[X] Necromancy is nothing more than a disgusting bacterial practise used to amplify one's twisted corps-romantic desires, this magic comes the same way a std comes from love: It all starts with an disgustigly infected gash screwed wide open for the enjoyment of all necros to come as he pleases in pleasure. You must end this perversion and use your newfound lack of skin and blood to find the naughty girl who did this to you and give her a proper bone ramblerino that her neglected daddy never gave.
(OOC: Find necromantic, kick ass)

[X]Now let all monsters be aghast as you proceed to play the ritual drums lied within your chest compartment, though this is not a mating call nor a fighting call, some menorahs can be lighted if people ask you nicely for your pronouns are bone and boner.
(OOC: Make noise in forest as you wander)

>Acquire Musical Accompaniment,preferably a Trumpet.
>Ribcage Xylophone is an acceptable temporary measure.

WRITER COME BACK, LOOK AT ALL DA SINGLE LADIES WAITING FOR YOUR SKELE-ASS.

>>68511
Pay up, where's the ass?

>Well, at least those fairies seem aroused
what now bitch

[Well, at least those fairies seem]
>Yeah that's right, they seem. Seem like bitches.
>Screaming stuff like "The enemy spotted us!" and "Aah run away!"
>Sounds like good advice so you join them, after all if there's an enemy behind you looking back is just gonna get you re-killed.
>Their screaming is getting louder too, whatever is behind you must be getting clos-
>The blonde one trips on a rock, promptly tripping you as well, and ushering in another round of what appears to be screaming, except they forgot to actually scream anything and are just running away flapping their mouths.
>Your chest hurts, probably cause of the fairy arm stuck through it.

>>68620
I'm gonna go commit ritual gensokyo if this happens again.

The spookiest story on the site right now

>The fairy is now stuck with you. This is how this works. Time to continue in the direction they were running flying.

>This is now your fairy, a companion that will aid you in your pursuit of vengeance.

> Rattle menacingly
> The screams of terror coming from the fairy will do well to enhance your spookyness
> Investigate the giant tree

>Chestnuts are tasty when roasted
>Roast the fairy with your comedy styling
>Rattle when your improv inevitably fails

Anon here. I've made choices so you, the reader, don't have to think about it. You can crucify me later.

[ ] Let her go. She's served her purpose.
[ ] Keep her around. She could be useful in the future. For what, though, you have no idea.
[ ] High five her, since she's dangling her arm out.

oh, cool, choices.
[x] High five her, since she's dangling her arm out.

> High five the fairy. Maybe she'll stop crying.

[X] High five her, since she's dangling her arm out.

> High five her, since she's dangling her arm out.
> Claim the now empty fortress as your own

>High five the fairy. You've been leaving her hanging for too long.

[x] ...Is that a tap? Do they have running water? How the hell do you get running water in a tree?
-[x] Try to drink the water

[x] Ask your unwilling associate where they hide the good stuff. There's always something somewhere.
Coffee and/or booze is stashed somewhere.

> …Is that a tap? Do they have running water? How the hell do you get running water in a tree?
> Try to find a pot or a kettle. After all that running, a bit of tea between you and your ribcagemate should help calm things down and encourage some friendly bonding. Gotta get that social link up, after all.

[X] …Is that a tap? Do they have running water? How the hell do you get running water in a tree?
-[X] Try to find a pot or a kettle. After all that running, a bit of tea between you and your ribcagemate should help calm things down and encourage some friendly bonding. Gotta get that social link up, after all.

> Attempt to commune with your newfound ally. Surely something as trivial as not having vocal chords will be but a minor roadblock.

[X] Ask your unwilling associate where they hide the good stuff. There's always something somewhere.

The votes aren't getting married so they don't need a tie, first vote that breaks it wins.
[] Ask your unwilling associate where they hide the good stuff. There's always something somewhere.
[] ...Is that a tap? Do they have running water? How the hell do you get running water in a tree?

[X] Ask your unwilling associate where they hide the good stuff. There's always something somewhere.

Waiting warmly for more spook