CYOA: a fanfic/ half assed DnD style game based on Hard Reset.
Moving on...
The library was filled by a blinding flash of light followed by the crashing of a vase from the resulting air blast. In the center of the scorched wood stood a green earth pony mare, she blinked as she took in the sounds of canterlot from the open window. Shaking her head and ignoring the strangeness of her surroundings the earth pony quickly got to work looking for resources or anything useful she could use, all she found was a quill and ink well.
The mare groaned in bemusement, seconds later she found herself exiting down the stone steps and out into the cobblestone streets of Canterlot, raising a hoof as the bright light of the shimmering cityscape hit her without warning nor mercy.
She stood for a few seconds before thinking to herself 'i guess i should look for some animu merchandise'. She knew her priorities well this one. However upon closer inspection she realized that she had never been to Canterlot before and was in fact completely lost.
She blinked and decided to ask some random faggots that were passing by to stop and explain shit. She tapped a stallion roughly on the shoulder causing him to jump "where-" she was cut of as he made some excuse about places to be and left in a hurry. The mare scowled 'well that was rude'
Time to ask politely. She raised her hoof, "excuse me sir-"
A angry stallion in construction gear passing by just called her a bitch then told her to "fuck off".
The mare huffed "what a bunch of faggots..." 'maybe some women could be easier to pester?'
"Hey you!" a beige colored mare jumped as she suddenly found a green hoof in her face, quickly calming down she recovers her senses "oh-um, how can I help you miss?"
The green pony gave her a blank expression "well"
"first, where i am, and where i could find access to net"
The mare stared at her green acquaintance "I-...the net? what's the net? also um..I believe you are in canterlot, are you quite alright miss?"
The green mares lips straightened into a line giving her the most bemused stare ever. possibly knowing how badly she's made herself look she thinks to herself'i guess i could pretend i have amnesia, right?'
While she was debating that with herself the other mare leaned forward and asked quizzically "are you OK?"
Another bemused stare 'can I just... rape her' she thinks to herself, eyeing the beige mares plot. Then she remembered that she didn't have a penis.
Suddenly our protagonist turned around and left without saying anything, causing the other mare lift her hoof to say something, but she ultimately fell short, letting her hoof drop and ended up merely wondering off in a mildly confused state wondering just what the fuck had transpired.
In a darkened room a stallion stood behind a counter cleaning a glass while staring contemplatively at the soft light streaming in through the stained windows in multi-fractured hues. His peace was subsequently shattered as the door to his inn was thrown open, knocking a table slightly. The other patrons, an old couple and a couple of kids served non-alcoholic drinks, paid the new arrival little more than a glance but he in his many years of bar experience liked to think he had become a good judge of character.
The look in that mares eyes disturbed him, there was something off about her overall demeanor, not quite sinister but nothing good either. He watched her saunter into the place and gaze around in a predatory fashion, his eyes narrowed.
Suddenly he heard his timer ding, time to get those tacos out of the microwave.
Back with out intrepid young anti-hero/ Amoral psychotic rapist, her delighted eyes had settled on her target. That being an old ladies purse hanging from the table by a mere spaghetti string. She crept up in the open like a crab in the most conspicuous manner possible and began rummaging around it it. Through some bizarre manner of possibly divine intervention and raw luck nopony noticed the ridiculous display, kids being too deeply involved in playground gossip and the old couple assaulting each other with waves of "what" and "speak up you old codger".
Seconds passed and after much purse molesting she retracted her hoof with a clink of loose change, giddily staring at her illicit quarry in the open where everyone could see her committing wanton burglary. She got away with it Scot free. Pocketing the 3 silver bitch despite the lack of pockets due to the cheaty mechanics of this game/story, she found herself wondering up to the bar proper just as the bar keeper returned.
The barkeeper set his food down by the side and asked "what can I do for you ma-" is what he would have muttered had he not been interrupted at 'can'.
"I want the strongest shit I can get for this money" She declared loudly, tossing the across the counter where one coin landed on the floor on the other side. The barkeeper raised his eyebrow and hoofed over two small 400ml bottles of buck your brains out applejack daniels (85% proof grain alcohol), in truth he was just irked that she had thrown the coins over the counter and so gave her some awful cheap shit he used to disinfect cuts his patrons suffered in bar fights.
The mare eyes the drinks blankly and their eyes met, his asking "what now bitch". An adolescent colt whispered something to his friend in the corner and they began giggling, but all the attention was focused on the green mare at the counter staring blankly at her drinks, her lips in a thin line.
She suddenly reared up on two legs 'Fuck the system' echoed in her head, all eyes on her and all eyebrows raised. She picked up both in her hooves and ripped the caps off with her teeth and freakish earth pony jungle strength.
The barkeepers mouth hung open 'no..no surely she can't be serious-' she began chugging 'that's 85% proof, nobody can drink that vile shit raw-' she finished with a gasp and hurled the bottles against the floor where they shattered. He couldn't motivate himself to complain, she had earned that much.
The entire bar was silent, the only noise coming from when the barkeeper uttered an amazed "wow", even the kids were speechless. The crazy mare swayed slightly as the alcohol hit her harder than expected.
Screw the fact that there were kids there, that incredible feat deserved something. He began to clap, followed by the whoops of the adolescent foals and the confused glances and murmurings of the old couple. She hopped up shakily on the round table, standing up on two legs with her marehood on display for all to see she began to shake her flat booty in a rather crude dance, the stallion really couldn't help himself, he whistled. 'this crazy bitch' he thought to himself. He'd kick her out shortly, let the psychotic retard have her victory dance, she sure earned it.
Back with our ...hero, who was currently doing repetitive hip thrusts in victory while the room span and blurred. Lost in her triumph over the man and his system, she pondered to herself 'i wonder if i will get any ladies from this', the fact that the only females present were either grossly under or over age did not deter her in the slightest.
Suddenly a crash from outside, the sound of mares screaming and what appears to be rioting. The room was bathed in silence as the occupants listened to further impacts striking the outside stone.
The mare's half interested half plastered eyes blinked lazily, arms hanging loosely as she gazed at the door. The barkeep stood and rounded the counter gesturing "everypony stay calm, let me go take a look". The sounds coming outside, screams and violence disturbed him greatly to the point where he was sweating as he stood before the door.
He gulped and pulled the door open. A beige mare reached out for him with desperate teary eyes, blood trailing down her head as she screamed until the black creature on top clamped it's jaws down around her neck, turning her screams into gargling. The chitinous creature snarled as it's head tore back and forth like a rabid honey badger (they'll fuck your shit up), spilling frothing blood across the earth in a macabre display of a story taking a rather sudden pointlessly dark and edgy turn.
The mare saw the stallion close the door, his face white as a sheet. He slid down the door and sat shaking slightly before gathering himself and stating "...everypony quiet down, serious shit is going on outside". He received a set of terrified, occasionally despairing glances and one rather cocky apathetic one with a cute miniature version of a shit eating grin.
The mare dropped from the table like a sack of shit, picked herself up and headed quickly for the door like a small child with aspurgers chasing a red balloon onto oncoming train tracks.
She was quickly tackled just before she began molesting the door knob by the stallion who knocked her flat onto her back and whispered angrily "what are you doing!? are you mad!!".
Her response was to lick her lips and try to position her vagina for penetration. He pushed off her and shivered with revulsion "Just...go hide".
He looked around at the elderly and youth present, eyes stopping when they came to their frightened and confused expressions. His own expression hardened "everpony follow me, I have a room around back we can hold out in until the guard sort this whole thing out" if only he believed that himself.
The patrons followed him skittishly, with one drunk sociopath in back merely pretending to follow them so she could presumably lock the door behind them then fuck about to her hearts content. He fumbled with the keys to get the door to his apartment open, looking like the plan was going to succeed.
Until a slab of cobblestone from the outside road smashed through the window and bounced across the bar. She turned and watched with glazed eyes as a pair of beady insectoid eyes gazed over the jagged blades of glass that comprised what was once a rather gaily decorated window. It wasn't really missed by the owner.
I took a lot of liberties with this chapter, if you don't tell me how the character goes about things or is feeling I'ma have to make assumptions, if you want we can hash it out in a google doc (if you don't like the way I write your character ect). It's good fun.
In case anyone is curious as to the process and how it's going to work/ not work, here's the story/game being written/played:
Here's a link to a games chat log.
