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[LP CYOA] Epic

Discussion in 'Choose Your Own Adventure Land' started by treave, Jun 23, 2012.

  1. ScubaV Prophet

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    Come on lads! Think of all the booty and wenches we'll plunder, the solar wind at our backs, freshly recycled air in our nostrils, and where else will we have a chance to capture a CF and sail the great void once more! Dread Pirate Roberts, Scourge of the Endless Sea, shall rise!
     
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  2. treave Arcane Patron

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    Sample A

    "A lone target detected on the starboard side, Captain."

    "Aye then, let's have at it, you maggots! Set course for our prize! Push the engines to full!" screams Captain Garland while slamming his fist on the arm-rest of the captain's chair. He seems to have been quite taken with pirate films since we began our little unsanctioned adventure. The Spirit of Adventure (II) is a far faster freighter than its predecessor - well, we did some dirty work to get it classified as a freighter in the ship manifests, but underneath the hulk of rusting steel that camouflages its true appearance lies a sleek, top-of-the-line space vessel with engines rivalling the fastest cruisers the military had to offer. Captain Garland had weaseled his way back into command of one of these beauties under the recommendation of Grimrock. That lasted all of five days, when I met him by accident on the moon; an hour later, the ship was commandeered by its commander for a bout of privateering.

    "Captain, that's no freighter, that's a Federation warship!" screams the bridge operator. "They're launching torpedos!"

    "So, uh, First Mate Senya... you're the tactician here. What do you propose we do? Should we disengage?" asks Garland. I make a show of thinking it over, before nodding sagely. "That warship would still be a good prize, so..."

    I take a deep breath.

    "Damn the torpedos."

    "Damn the torpedos?" His eyes brighten up.

    "Full speed ahead."

    "Full speed ahead?" A grin spreads across his face.

    "You heard me, Captain. I'll shoot them down for you. Just concentrate on doing what you do best. In this scenario, I would advise ramming action."

    Garland turns away from me, staring manically at the wide viewscreen, where our sensors have indicated the torpedos are about five kilometres away. They are large, lumbering missiles, probably meant more to scare us away - but I can't chance it hitting the ship. I break into a run, heading for the CF hangar while putting on my pilot's helmet. In the background, I hear Garland yelling, "Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead!" The ship lurches forward, and I feel the inertia even in zero-G. We really are going for full speed. It's a good thing that the Spirit of Adventure (II) had been modified for maximum ramming. As I reach the hangar, I push off against the floor, waving at the technicians who are scurrying away from my black CF. It's a customized jet-black Onuris, a golden skull and crossbones painted prominently over its torso. I sink into the cockpit and quickly strap myself in, activating the frame. All of the systems light up, indicating that the frame is ready for duty.

    I tap the intercom, sending my voice out to the entire hangar.

    "This is First Mate Senya to all pilots. I'll be sortieing to shoot down the incoming torpedos. Follow my lead afterwards and prepare for frame-to-frame action. We have a big prize ahead of us." That warship will definitely launch frames of its own, but that is a trivial matter. With a grin, I rub my eyepatch and add, "It's Federation."

    As the pirate crew cheers fearlessly, excited at the prospect of their first real fight, the Black Nightmare launches, catapulted into the void of space where plunder awaits.

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  3. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Yeah, well, that's damn tantalizing that is. You tease. :bro:

    The added benefit of being in space is that we'd be at the frontlines once the Masters arrive.

    Still, batman...
     
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  4. treave Arcane Patron

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    Sample B

    I blink my eyes as the hood is removed from my head. It looks like they've tied me securely to my seat - something that is to a chair as a lion is to a cat; large, plush and liable to swallow you up should you let your guard down. The room is brightly lit. The floor is carpeted with royal red, the walls a rich wooden panelling, and all around hung lavish portraits of near identical grim, jowled men with a receding hairline and a stuffed business suit. It is the room of a man who fancied himself a king, and certainly Don Fanucci thinks himself king of all he surveys, the matter of life and death hanging upon a single utterance from his lips.

    The don himself is seated before me, his hands clasped and his elbows resting upon his large mahogany desk. He bears an inimical resemblance to the men in the portraits around the room, the latest in a long line of powerful men who are influential enough to straddle the line between legitimacy and illegalities. On his lapel is pinned the red rose crest of the Fanucci, lined with gold to indicate his status as the head of the family. Don Fanucci stares at me, his grey eyes attempting to pierce into my soul and ferret out all the crimes and sins I have committed.

    I smile back at him.

    "It is a pleasure to meet you, Don Fanucci."

    "The pleasure is not mine, boy. Do you know why you are here?" speaks the Don in a heavy Etrurian accent.

    I'm unable to turn my head, but I'm sure that somewhere behind me are the two bouncers who invited me somewhere for a 'talk'. I nod, keeping that smile on my bespectacled face. It's a wonder what a pair of glasses can do to change your looks.

    "Your men are impeccable, Don Fanucci. They managed to catch me swapping out the cards in... oh, the sixteenth round."

    The don's jowls deepen as he frowns.

    "You have cheek. It has been twenty years since the last swindler dared to visit La Rosa d'Oro. What I did to him ensured that this place was cheater-free... for only twenty years, it seems. You would make a good reminder to the world."

    I know this casino is the Don's favourite - The Golden Rose. It was bequeathed to him as his first property by his father, and in his rise to power he often used it as his headquarters. Don Fanucci takes everything that happens in the casino personally; this is why I am now sitting before him.

    "Aren't you interested in how I managed to fool your croupiers for fifteen rounds?"

    "Regardless of how smart you think you are, boy, you are not smart enough. You got caught. Simple as that. My men will be more alert next time." He says that last sentence with a growl, looking somewhere behind me. I hear an audible gulp from one of my captors.

    "Ah, that is true. I suppose I did get caught... at Twenty-one Points." I sigh. The don's eyes narrow. I continue, looking up at the ornately painted ceiling. "You might want to check the slot machines. The roulette table. Baccarat. Craps. Oh, and I think I managed to pocket a few thousand at bingo too."

    At that, it is now my turn to stare at him. "The fact of the matter is, your casino - your legacy - is insecure, Don Fanucci. Why did you think I hung around Twenty-one Points for fifteen rounds, when I spend less than ten at each of the tables?"

    "Get to the point, boy." whispers the don.

    I grin.

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  5. ScubaV Prophet

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  6. Bloodshifter Educated

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    Lol he cheated at Bingo?
     
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  7. treave Arcane Patron

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    Sample C

    It seems that bars have been a permanent feature in the Skanish landscape for hundreds, if not thousands of years. Many bottles line the bar's shelves, and all of them are brand new. From what I have observed, alcohol is one of the favourite pastimes of Skane, the others being - in order of popularity - bitching about the weather, tinkering with machines, and anarchic wish-fulfilment... though given that alcohol itself still features prominently in all three, I suppose you could say that it is the favourite pastime of Skane. As the clock strikes twelve, the doors are pushed open. A ragtag band of a dozen fair haired young men and women walk into the bar, looking around nervously. I lean back in my seat, waiting for them to notice me. One of them does - a man with a spotted headband. He whispers to the others and points at me. They hesitate for quite a while before approaching.

    "You're the one that called us?" says Mr. Headband. I recognize his voice; he's their leader.

    "That is so," I say, my voice distorted and deepened by the voice-changer that I had built into the black motorcycle helmet. "It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Mr. Karloff, and the members of the Resistance." Well, they were members of a resistance at least. There's plenty of those groups popping up in Skane nowadays, like mushrooms after rain. They just happened to be the first ones I came across.

    "So, you're... that guy? The one from yesterday?" asks one of the girls, staring at me intently. I remember her from yesterday - Astrid, I believe.

    "Yes. You may call me... yes, Krake will do nicely."

    Karloff frowns. "That's not a very nice word. What is it, a codename? It's poorly chosen, if it is."

    "Think of it as representing what will befall your foes." I shrug. "Come, let us discuss matters of more import."

    "Why don't you show us your face before we talk?" asks Karloff.

    "My face is unimportant. What is important is the service I offer. You have had a first row seat to judge my abilities yesterday. What do you think?"

    "That was great, but we can't trust anyone who doesn't trust us enough to show us his face." Karloff refuses to be sidetracked from the subject matter. He is more stubborn than I had expected. I shake my head as I chuckle.

    "I have personal reasons for being unable to do that, and I apologize. The only thing I can tell you is that this mask I have to wear is forced upon me by the Federation. I assure you, however, that I am every bit as passionate as you yourself are. I desire for Skane's freedom from the tyranny of this so-called world government as much as you do. That is why I acted yesterday. I saw the yearning for justice and independence in all of your eyes, and I knew, then, that you are the ones that are worthy of my assistance. I am a patriot, just like all of you." Probably not a single word in there is true, but if I pretend to believe it, so will they.

    Astrid walks up to me, clearly convinced. "I believe in him, Karloff. Any man who would save us while putting himself in danger is no spy for the Federation."

    She must be about my age, and yet she is so naive. Perhaps it is a bit of hero worship, after I rescued her personally in the gunfight. She is right in that I am no spy for the Federation, but...

    "He must want something in return." says Karloff, unwilling to believe me yet. I nod.

    "I understand. You need proof of my sincerity. Yesterday was insufficient... Very well. I will deliver to you the town of Jarlthon by the week's end. It will be the staging point from which we take back Skane from the corrupt politicians, and subsequently declare our independence from the Federation."

    I steeple my fingers, smiling at them from underneath my helmet's visor.

    "Then, I will name my price. You will find it a price that you are most willing to pay."

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  8. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Oh?
    [​IMG]
    Tempting.
     
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  9. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Heh, of those, I'm so far most fond of the first. Eagerly awaiting the next three samples. :avatard:
     
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  10. TOME Cuckmaster General

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    The first sample makes me want to flop to A. Will wait the rest first though.
     
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  11. Esquilax Arcane

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    I can't believe how much of a bro treave is for putting together these samples.

    :bro:
     
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  12. Zwist Learned

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    And it is not even the only one.
    It's a weakness of mine, badly cut anime-music-videos. Some of those are unintentionally hilarious.


    I really love those previews :love:
     
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  13. GreyViper Erudite

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    D and thank you for the previews.:greatjob:
     
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  14. Rex Feral Liturgist

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    D
     
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  15. treave Arcane Patron

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    Sample D

    The dead woman’s neck and limbs are twisted at right angles to her body. I check the eyes, noting the barcode imprinted near the bottom of the left orb. “Control, do you see this?” I stretch the eyelids wide open so that the camera built into my eyepatch can get a good image.

    “Affirmative. We will run a scan and provide you with the results within thirty minutes,” comes a soothing female voice through my earpiece.

    “There’s no rush.” I say as I turn my head away from the corpse. No one’s around. I take the chance to swiftly dig my gloved fingers into the socket and pluck out the eye. Its surface is jelly soft, just like the real thing, but I can feel the hard metal core right beneath the organic covering. “Send over the cleaner robots immediately for corpse identification and disposal.”

    “Roger that, Black. Control out.”

    I seal the eye in a standard-issue biohazard bag and pocket it, stuffing the plastic packet into one of the inner pockets of my trench-coat. The blue lights in the distance indicate that the Kyoto Metropolitan Police are on their way, along with the cleaner robots I had called for. I have no business with them for now; I slip out of the alleyway and meld into the crowd. Tapping my earpiece, I get in contact with Azo.

    “Minister, the tip-off was correct.”

    “Another dead augment?” sighs his weary voice.

    “Yeah. This one is mostly civilian-grade.”

    “Do you know her name?”

    “No, but Control is working on it. I’ve never seen her before, so she could have left before I started. The modus operandi is a match for Cyber Jack’s; forced neural hacking in close proximity, causing augmented parts to run out of control and kill the owner by accident.”

    “A serial killer running around targeting augments is the last thing we need. How close are we to tracking him down?”

    “Not very; he's good at hiding his tracks. By the way, Minister, I believe that he isn’t a mere serial killer.”

    “Explain, Senya.”

    “I remember that we have a suspect for a robbery case that happened just yesterday. Reports say that it was an augment. The physical and cybernetic profile matches that of the victim. Also, coincidentally, this victim is in possession of a cortical implant, unlike Cyber Jack’s previous prey. As augments are required to be registered with the government and tracked at all times, it would be quite stupid of them to commit petty crimes. I believe that once Control returns the results of their search, you will find that I am correct on the identity of this victim.”

    “You mean…”

    “Yes. I suspect that he’s able to perform cognitive hacking at an unprecedented level. Mind control, if you would prefer to call it that, Minister.”

    “How many-“

    I reply promptly. “3,096,150 people have registered cortical implants in Higashi. 60% of them work in analyst jobs for the corporations. 37% are employed by the government. The remaining 3% consist of the most powerful and wealthiest men in the country. Including you.”

    I hear a deep hiss on the other side of the conversation, as Azo grasps the gravity of the situation.

    “We need counter-measures.”

    “I agree.”

    “Do you have any leads?”

    “The Muramasa Foundation is the leading source of cortical prosthesis research and sales in the country. The victim’s implant was installed by them. I believe we should start there. In fact, the mother of the current president, Kazuya Muramasa, was a known cultist before she took her life about a year ago. I’m sure investigating the Muramasa Foundation will dredge up some useful information.”

    There is a brief pause as Azo looks through his files.

    “I’m afraid there are no intern positions available right now. They do need a musician for their cafeteria, though.”

    “Which instrument?”

    “The piano.”

    “I can do that.”

    “I’ll arrange for it, then. You will start work next week. Please don’t turn this into an paper-work hell like the last case. It took me months to clean up the aftermath.”

    “No promises, Minister.” I chuckle softly. "If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys." After all, in that 'paper-work hell', they had neglected some vanishing evidence which proved to be of considerable use to my personal goals.

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  16. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Ah, more of the good stuff! :thumbsup:
     
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  17. treave Arcane Patron

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    Sample E

    My cardboard box needs fixing. The humid weather and frequent rains in Shulgipolis means that cardboard doesn't last for long, but it is all I can afford. Being an ally of justice when you are homeless, penniless and a fugitive from the world government isn't easy. By day I panhandle in the streets; disguising my identity from anyone who might want to turn me in for a lucrative bounty. By night I put on my helmet and patrol those very same streets. It doesn't help that my arrival happened to coincide with the launching of what I deem to be the worst reality TV show on earth - the League of Superheroes.

    Apparently the UNS government had the exact same idea that I did; after the tragic fire-bombing and the attempted coup d'etat, they needed something to bring up the morale of its civilians. The League of Superheroes was their answer. They selected the most telegenic pro-athletes, ex-soldiers, mercenaries and other volunteers from all around the world to participate in a television programme, where every week they competed to see who could solve the most crimes in the flashiest manner. The participants would each be assigned a superhero name. What they could not achieve within human technological limits, they compensated for with gadgets and holograms. This allowed them to create realistic simulacrums of heroes that were able to sling fire and summon ice, just like in all the fantastical stories that children read. Viewings have soared sky-high since the initial pilot episode. The executives must be rolling in cash right now.

    Well, no matter. What I need to do now is fix my cardboard home. Unlike the superheroes in the league, living off fat payments from their corporate sponsors in their penthouse apartments, I do have to maintain my own place. As long as I work hard, I'll be an inspiration to kids everywhere, right? Right. I think I'm making good progress; I even managed to get on TV the other day, as the local crew ran a special on the mysterious helmeted vigilante that had been defeating thugs independently of the League of Superheroes. Unfortunately, it appears that the stink of homelessness stays even if I have a helmet over my head: the next day, I found out that my nickname was now the "Hobo Rider."

    I sigh. Perhaps I should suck it up and try to apply for the League - life would be easier with the stipend they give their lower ranking heroes... but they would definitely need to see my identification if I do. I'm out of luck there.

    My alarm rings. Damn. I was just about to put the finishing touches on laminating the cardboard too. It's time to go on patrol; I'll have to finish it later and hope it doesn't rain later tonight. I put on my dirty black jacket and the black helmet that I had brought all the way from the Republic. They're a bit scuffed from the fights I've been in, but they've been good companions. Well, time to get to my second job.

    I wonder what adventures I'll have this time?

    As I walk out of my cardboard home, it goes up in flames behind me. There's my answer.

    "Hobo Rider, you are a threat to society with your illegal vigilantism! I have finally tracked you down!"

    A helicopter whirs overhead, shining its spotlight into my eyes. I look up at it, noting the insignia on the side as it circles around the burning ruins of my former home. It's a TV helicopter from the League of Superheroes.

    "I am the B-ranked hero Firestar, here to burn the shiftless and the wicked with my flames of judgement! This message was brought to you by Fanucci Sausages." shouts the figure clad in red spandex standing before me, smoke rising from a barrel mounted on each of his wrists. Indeed, there is a large image of a sausage displayed rather strategically on Firestar's spandex.

    "Come in quietly and I shall spare you a fiery punishment, Hobo Rider." declares Firestar loudly while making a heroic pose that thrusts his sausage out rather prominently.

    Oh, for fuck's sake. Which TV exec thought it was a bright idea to pit his fire-retarded superhero against a poor, homeless vigilante?

    And he had to go and burn my house down. I spent hours making it.

    That's it. I've had enough. I activate my ability and sink into the freezing cold. It's time for the Hobo Rider to become really famous.

    I might even get a new nickname.

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  18. treave Arcane Patron

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    There won't be a sample for F, because you do nothing. :troll:

    Well, doesn't mean that something doesn't happen, but let's keep it a mystery choice of sorts.

    I'll close voting in about 24 to 36 hours from now.
     
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  19. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Hobo Rider for the win!!! :yeah:

    Seriously though, if you think you scared me off of that choice with that sample, you couldn't be more wrong. Ohyeah. I'm all over E now. :mhd:
     
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  20. Azira Arcane Patron

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  21. treave Arcane Patron

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    I don't intend to scare anyone off any choice. :lol:

    I'm doing the samples because each represents a plot I'm interested in writing, though they will all tie into the main storyline in the end. Figured I'd give this preview to clarify what you guys were gonna get. Bear in mind that it's not representative of the final product, just the style and basic plot elements you can expect to find. The superhero choice might be a bit different from expectations because I'm frankly uninterested in doing grimdark hero prowling the streets for avenging justice, while the corporate superhero is a rather fresher cliche to draw from.

    Current tally, for easier access. I'm interested in seeing if putting up the samples will change things any.

    edit: Edited for flops:

    A - 6
    C - 1
    D - 8
    E - 1
     
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  22. ScubaV Prophet

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    They all sound like good choices. I personally still want A, but sadly it's not looking good for piracy. The superhero route seems like it has the most potential for comedy (aside from the mad rammer Captain Garland). And JC Denton is always badass.

    This is how I picture Senya in F:
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  23. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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  24. Azira Arcane Patron

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    We need more E-voters for the Superhero show. Stan Lee wants us to:

    [​IMG]


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  25. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Thanks for the samples, treave, I really enjoyed them.
    Oh, hell, E is just too damned funny. Thing is, I don't really understand what we will get from D and E; the only choice that gives us goals and opportunities that make sense are C and A: we either go to space to investigate the suspicious shit, or Skane to investigate and tear down the Federarion and, as I undestand it, to reinstall Kyrie to the throne. Hell, at least we have the opportunity to become Emperor-Consort in C.

    As for D and E, I don't see where we can take them; either we play superhero-for-a-paycheck for whatever reason, or we work for Azo in a political landscape where we have zero skill (player and character wise) and work for people that don't have the highest of opinions of us, again, for an unclear endgoal; and where being recognized will lead to a very bad end. And I'm betting that usurping Azo's network will come with a million strings attached by Shulgi, since he's been at this for four millenia.

    I dunno, E is funny as hell, while A and C have nice long-term benefits. I'll need to think about this more.
     
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