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Cloud is Dead (Final Fantasy VII CYOA)
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a bear named spigot
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ftfy
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Ranger
Thief
Sneaking, Sleight of Hand, Acrobatics, Observation
Mercenary
Sneaking, Marksmanship, Bluff
Cold Blooded
That would have been the proper spirit of Christmas!
Thief
Sneaking, Sleight of Hand, Acrobatics, Observation
Mercenary
Sneaking, Marksmanship, Bluff
Cold Blooded
That would have been the proper spirit of Christmas!
a bear named spigot
Arcane
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you guys don't want to play an extreme savant and you'd rather be 'maverick' than 'spud'
ugh
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Prologue Redux Part I
Off-duty. What a wonderful phrase. You had to keep reminding yourself of it while standing around in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the ground floor. Even though the elevator moved at a pretty good pace, this was a 70 floor building and there was a lot of vertical space to cover even for a fast elevator. Floor after floor ticked by and the red digital numbers glowing above the doors slowly decreased towards 1. You really couldn't wait.
Off-duty. You were officially on leave the moment you stepped out the front doors of the building, and the first thing on your agenda was heading straight to the nearest bar and getting smashed. And maybe picking up a lady if you were lucky. And if you weren't, it wasn't a big deal. You had about two years' worth of paychecks and leave all saved up for one hell of a couple of months out on the city. There would be plenty of time and dosh to get it done eventually. Right now, though, you just wanted to get out those glass doors and into the cool night air.
Finally, the elevator give a little 'ding' and the metal doors slide open. You step out onto the second floor foyer, seeing that everything here was as normal as ever. Glancing over to the side, you see a fat kid trip and fall into a guard's leg, causing a little ruckus. You don't recognize the guard, but then there are about seven different guard teams in the building and you aren't a part of the first three floors' security team. You (and your platoon) guard floors sixty through seventy, the heavily restricted area that only employees of the corporation can enter. As the kid is lambasted by his mother for being clumsy, the afflicted guard wanders into the employee restroom beside the item shop, presumably to take a break. You shrug and head for a downwards stairwell.
You realize that the obese mother and her son had a similar plan and they lumbered onto the stairs behind you. You would not mind accelerating to get some distance from them, but some @#$% on his phone is right in front of you, walking at a snail's pace. You're treated to the inevitable stench of body odor all the way down to the first floor, the lobby. When you get there, you make a beeline for the automatic glass doors of the entrance, nodding to the security staff standing at their posts and running the security check in. You walk up to the automatic doors, and they slide open, but your passage is blocked by a trio of bizarre looking people. Suddenly, the one standing in front, a ridiculously huge, buff black man with a... gun arm? What the hell? You immediately tense in a combination of fear and nerves, adrenaline shooting through you and slowing everything down. You think to yourself.
What do you do?
Choices:
A) Attack him before he tries anything
B) Run for cover
C) Call for help
D) Try to walk pa-
Before you can consider all of your options, your thoughts are rudely interrupted by the black man grabbing you with his normal hand, picking you up like you were nothing, turning, and depositing you behind himself and his compatriots. "Get the @#$% out!" he shouted in your face gruffly. He gives the same treatment to the obese mother and her son who come out immediately after you. Then, he and his companions walk into the building, and he raises his gun arm, firing it into the ceiling. What the hell is going on? Is this some kind of heist? Moments later, after a stunned silence, the people inside the building unanimously begin to scream and cry in terror. They instinctively run for the exit, running past the angry bearded black man. And the nearest pair of guards draw their nightsticks, charging the black man in the hopes of taking down the giant. You don't figure they have good odds. But the black man does not even have to raise a finger, because in a flash, the pretty brunette woman, with ridiculously big breasts and wearing possibly the skimpiest outfit you've ever seen, dives in and roundhouse kicks one of the guards to the ground before catching the other guard's nightstick in her hands and using his own strength to lift herself up and knee him in the face. Both of them are instantly out cold.
The black man steps over the unconscious guards and began firing at the ones who chose to raise their rifles at the intruders. He unloads round after round into them and the walls and the floor. That gun arm is basically a #@$%ing high power minigun and incredibly, this man knows how to use it. The guards that aren't instantly blown away dive for cover and find themselves trapped due to suppressive fire. When one guard peeks over the bistro table he had kicked over for cover, he sees that the enemy is not paying attention to him. He raises his rifle and fires on full automatic, hoping to gun them all down right then and there. That's when a blonde and spiky-haired man carrying an outrageously oversized hunk of steel for a weapon steps in front of his comrades, bracing his sword (?!), which is wide and long enough to work as cover for himself and his companions. Not a single bullet touches them, and then he responds to the lone unlucky guard by leaping high into the air, breaking all human limitations in an instant, and bringing the hunk of metal's sharp end down onto the stunned guard. He dies instantly, with most of his body bisected and crushed at the same time. You gag at the display of brutality, trying not to vomit. It's not that you're a stranger to seeing death, but you've never seen anything as vicious as that before.
You start to ask yourself how the hell this guy can even lift that thing, let alone swing it around, but he's displaying ridiculous strength and speed that you've only seen a handful of times before, during propaganda demonstrations on the street. This guy must be SOLDIER, or ex-SOLDIER. But that makes no sense, because nobody just leaves SOLDIER. You stay in until you die, because you're Shinra property the moment you sign away all of your rights as a citizen. Regardless, things start to come together in your head. These three are AVALANCHE. You've seen the wanted posters before, but you never thought they'd come to Shinra HQ. That's insanity. It's the best-protected place in the city. The brunette girl and the blonde guy were never in the wanted posters, either. This doesn't make much sense. You'd heard the rumors about there being an ex-SOLDIER working with the terrorists, but you'd never thought that it could be true.
With the display in front of you, it's obvious that it is true, and it's a fact you'll just have to accept. But what the hell can you even do in a situation like this? You're off-duty. You don't have any weapons and it's technically none of your business now that you're outside the building. And yet, you're watching your brothers in arms die like dogs to a trio of bastards who have apparently lost all sense and decided to die in a blaze of glory after accomplishing the greatest terrorist act in history - dropping a whole god#%$@ plate and killing the people above and below it at the same time. But they aren't actually dying. They're winning. Even against overwhelming numbers, they're winning. You see the brunette girl raise a green orb that you've rarely seen before, and realize that they've got materia. Energy spirals around her and forms a ball of flame that shoots forth and explodes, roasting an entire squad of soldiers in white-hot flame and pressure.
Having materia changes everything. A single materia turns an ordinary person into a fire-controlling death god. Two makes them a fire-controlling death god that can run as fast as an automobile or summon a deadly monster to serve their every whim. And by the looks of things, these guys have plenty of materia at their disposal. That means they are likely to shred through all of the guards on the first two floors and their reinforcements, who are only equipped with rifles. Who knows how far they could get in the tower before finally being taken down? Untold lives could be lost. They could even assassinate President Shinra himself. You realize your legs are shaking. Is it adrenaline, or is it fear? You can't tell. You can't even form a complete thought or try to come up with a plan. All you know is that you have a choice to make right now. Go in there and try to stop them, or run away. You have no responsibility to do anything here. You're off-duty.
What do you do?
Choices:
A) Run away
B) Run away
C) Run away
D) Run away
E) Run away
F) Run away
G) Fight
Character Sheet
Off-duty. What a wonderful phrase. You had to keep reminding yourself of it while standing around in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the ground floor. Even though the elevator moved at a pretty good pace, this was a 70 floor building and there was a lot of vertical space to cover even for a fast elevator. Floor after floor ticked by and the red digital numbers glowing above the doors slowly decreased towards 1. You really couldn't wait.
Off-duty. You were officially on leave the moment you stepped out the front doors of the building, and the first thing on your agenda was heading straight to the nearest bar and getting smashed. And maybe picking up a lady if you were lucky. And if you weren't, it wasn't a big deal. You had about two years' worth of paychecks and leave all saved up for one hell of a couple of months out on the city. There would be plenty of time and dosh to get it done eventually. Right now, though, you just wanted to get out those glass doors and into the cool night air.
Finally, the elevator give a little 'ding' and the metal doors slide open. You step out onto the second floor foyer, seeing that everything here was as normal as ever. Glancing over to the side, you see a fat kid trip and fall into a guard's leg, causing a little ruckus. You don't recognize the guard, but then there are about seven different guard teams in the building and you aren't a part of the first three floors' security team. You (and your platoon) guard floors sixty through seventy, the heavily restricted area that only employees of the corporation can enter. As the kid is lambasted by his mother for being clumsy, the afflicted guard wanders into the employee restroom beside the item shop, presumably to take a break. You shrug and head for a downwards stairwell.
You realize that the obese mother and her son had a similar plan and they lumbered onto the stairs behind you. You would not mind accelerating to get some distance from them, but some @#$% on his phone is right in front of you, walking at a snail's pace. You're treated to the inevitable stench of body odor all the way down to the first floor, the lobby. When you get there, you make a beeline for the automatic glass doors of the entrance, nodding to the security staff standing at their posts and running the security check in. You walk up to the automatic doors, and they slide open, but your passage is blocked by a trio of bizarre looking people. Suddenly, the one standing in front, a ridiculously huge, buff black man with a... gun arm? What the hell? You immediately tense in a combination of fear and nerves, adrenaline shooting through you and slowing everything down. You think to yourself.
What do you do?
Choices:
A) Attack him before he tries anything
B) Run for cover
C) Call for help
D) Try to walk pa-
Before you can consider all of your options, your thoughts are rudely interrupted by the black man grabbing you with his normal hand, picking you up like you were nothing, turning, and depositing you behind himself and his compatriots. "Get the @#$% out!" he shouted in your face gruffly. He gives the same treatment to the obese mother and her son who come out immediately after you. Then, he and his companions walk into the building, and he raises his gun arm, firing it into the ceiling. What the hell is going on? Is this some kind of heist? Moments later, after a stunned silence, the people inside the building unanimously begin to scream and cry in terror. They instinctively run for the exit, running past the angry bearded black man. And the nearest pair of guards draw their nightsticks, charging the black man in the hopes of taking down the giant. You don't figure they have good odds. But the black man does not even have to raise a finger, because in a flash, the pretty brunette woman, with ridiculously big breasts and wearing possibly the skimpiest outfit you've ever seen, dives in and roundhouse kicks one of the guards to the ground before catching the other guard's nightstick in her hands and using his own strength to lift herself up and knee him in the face. Both of them are instantly out cold.
The black man steps over the unconscious guards and began firing at the ones who chose to raise their rifles at the intruders. He unloads round after round into them and the walls and the floor. That gun arm is basically a #@$%ing high power minigun and incredibly, this man knows how to use it. The guards that aren't instantly blown away dive for cover and find themselves trapped due to suppressive fire. When one guard peeks over the bistro table he had kicked over for cover, he sees that the enemy is not paying attention to him. He raises his rifle and fires on full automatic, hoping to gun them all down right then and there. That's when a blonde and spiky-haired man carrying an outrageously oversized hunk of steel for a weapon steps in front of his comrades, bracing his sword (?!), which is wide and long enough to work as cover for himself and his companions. Not a single bullet touches them, and then he responds to the lone unlucky guard by leaping high into the air, breaking all human limitations in an instant, and bringing the hunk of metal's sharp end down onto the stunned guard. He dies instantly, with most of his body bisected and crushed at the same time. You gag at the display of brutality, trying not to vomit. It's not that you're a stranger to seeing death, but you've never seen anything as vicious as that before.
You start to ask yourself how the hell this guy can even lift that thing, let alone swing it around, but he's displaying ridiculous strength and speed that you've only seen a handful of times before, during propaganda demonstrations on the street. This guy must be SOLDIER, or ex-SOLDIER. But that makes no sense, because nobody just leaves SOLDIER. You stay in until you die, because you're Shinra property the moment you sign away all of your rights as a citizen. Regardless, things start to come together in your head. These three are AVALANCHE. You've seen the wanted posters before, but you never thought they'd come to Shinra HQ. That's insanity. It's the best-protected place in the city. The brunette girl and the blonde guy were never in the wanted posters, either. This doesn't make much sense. You'd heard the rumors about there being an ex-SOLDIER working with the terrorists, but you'd never thought that it could be true.
With the display in front of you, it's obvious that it is true, and it's a fact you'll just have to accept. But what the hell can you even do in a situation like this? You're off-duty. You don't have any weapons and it's technically none of your business now that you're outside the building. And yet, you're watching your brothers in arms die like dogs to a trio of bastards who have apparently lost all sense and decided to die in a blaze of glory after accomplishing the greatest terrorist act in history - dropping a whole god#%$@ plate and killing the people above and below it at the same time. But they aren't actually dying. They're winning. Even against overwhelming numbers, they're winning. You see the brunette girl raise a green orb that you've rarely seen before, and realize that they've got materia. Energy spirals around her and forms a ball of flame that shoots forth and explodes, roasting an entire squad of soldiers in white-hot flame and pressure.
Having materia changes everything. A single materia turns an ordinary person into a fire-controlling death god. Two makes them a fire-controlling death god that can run as fast as an automobile or summon a deadly monster to serve their every whim. And by the looks of things, these guys have plenty of materia at their disposal. That means they are likely to shred through all of the guards on the first two floors and their reinforcements, who are only equipped with rifles. Who knows how far they could get in the tower before finally being taken down? Untold lives could be lost. They could even assassinate President Shinra himself. You realize your legs are shaking. Is it adrenaline, or is it fear? You can't tell. You can't even form a complete thought or try to come up with a plan. All you know is that you have a choice to make right now. Go in there and try to stop them, or run away. You have no responsibility to do anything here. You're off-duty.
What do you do?
Choices:
A) Run away
B) Run away
C) Run away
D) Run away
E) Run away
F) Run away
G) Fight
Character Sheet
Name: Marcus "Maverick" Westford
Class: Ranger
Profession: First Lieutenant of the Shinra Peacekeeping Corps
Age: 23
Inner Nature: X
Status: Fine
Characteristics:
Strength 4 Agility 7
Tenacity 4 Intelligence 7
Skills:
Marksmanship Lvl. 2
Hand-to-Hand Lvl. 1, Athletics Lvl. 1, Discipline Lvl. 1, Fieldcraft Lvl. 1, Bluff Lvl. 1, Stealth Lvl. 1, Academics Lvl. 1, Observation Lvl. 1, Electronics Lvl. 1, Computer Use Lvl. 1
Inventory: Civilian casual clothes, Shinra Employee ID Card, Jupiter Energy Bar, Pocket Knife, Spearmint Gum, Portable Handheld System, Wallet w/ 20,000 Gil
Class: Ranger
Profession: First Lieutenant of the Shinra Peacekeeping Corps
Age: 23
Inner Nature: X
Status: Fine
Characteristics:
Strength 4 Agility 7
Tenacity 4 Intelligence 7
Skills:
Marksmanship Lvl. 2
Hand-to-Hand Lvl. 1, Athletics Lvl. 1, Discipline Lvl. 1, Fieldcraft Lvl. 1, Bluff Lvl. 1, Stealth Lvl. 1, Academics Lvl. 1, Observation Lvl. 1, Electronics Lvl. 1, Computer Use Lvl. 1
Inventory: Civilian casual clothes, Shinra Employee ID Card, Jupiter Energy Bar, Pocket Knife, Spearmint Gum, Portable Handheld System, Wallet w/ 20,000 Gil
Oh god. Is this an FF game? 
Yes. Run away. Run run run.
Yes. Run away. Run run run.
Gondolin
Arcane
a bear named spigot
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voting E
it's the obvious choice. Nevill, you and Imperator should both rethink your vote.
it's the obvious choice. Nevill, you and Imperator should both rethink your vote.
Imperator
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No.
Elfberserker
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Voting for A
I Believe it's time for bold actions right now, choices between B-F sounds too cowardly and stupid for me. G is Suicide, even thought We would grow our balls to size of basketball if we chose that.
I Believe it's time for bold actions right now, choices between B-F sounds too cowardly and stupid for me. G is Suicide, even thought We would grow our balls to size of basketball if we chose that.
Zero Credibility
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indeed.
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Oh god. Is this an FF game?
You see, this is why I didn't reveal it to be so at the start. You silly children and your predjudices!
Zero Credibility
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Oh, fine. Voting to attack them with a pocket knife run away. I just hope we get a chance to kill those bastards later on.
Elfberserker
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whats wrong with final fantasy ? Yes it's animeeeeeeeeeeeeee and little silly at times, but honestly it could be lot worse. Besides there are lot of nice places to visit and nothing can go wrong if there are some Lockheart boobs in it.
a bear named spigot
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someone fill in the blanks in the title for me.
Elfberserker
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My guess is something like Cloud_isDead, But I couldn't thinl any letter for the middle line.
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