Riddle78
Four Thousand Club
This is a Choose Your Own Adventure story. We all play as the same character,voting to guide them through the story... Or get them killed,depending on the popular vote. Anybody may vote,at any time,however the only votes that will be considered will be votes for the appropriate set of choices. Before casting your vote,read the latest by myself in this thread that has options presented,just to make sure you're voting for the correct set of choices.
Discussion,in-thread,is encouraged. In fact,it's the only way I can get feedback for the story,since I can't access the Shoutbox. So,go ahead,discuss the happenings of the story,right here in the thread. Ask questions. The world of WW is interesting and wondrous,to say the least.
Characters are from one of RPN's oldest RP's,and classically,the most prolific: Witches & Wizards. The Main Three characters are used with permission.
Alec Deathlind - Esme
Vent Atremetus - Coro
Steven Adams - Myself
New York City. The Big Apple. This city,home to millions,is known as the bustling heart of business in the north end of North America,and where the French built a giant copper statue. It's green,now. Sunset,in a bar with a view of Lady Liberty,it was business as usual. People crowded around the bar,tables,and booths,sipping drinks,telling stories,and just in general having a great time. Seated at a table were two individuals,a man and a woman,watching another man throw darts at a dartboard.
The woman wore a grey sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans. Her left arm,the left side of her neck,and left side of her face,up to the corner of the eye,were dominated by a single tattoo,depicting tangled vines. She was obviously albino,with pale skin,white hair,and red eyes,though her right eye was cataracted. On the table in front of her was her drink,a bright,clear blue,almost glowing in the tavern's half-lit gloom. A slice of lemon was stuck on the rim,and a cherry bobbed on the top,half-encased in an ice cube,courtesy of her drinking partner.
Speaking of,the man sitting next to her wore a faded green short sleeved shirt,and a pair of blue jeans,with the knees looking rather worn. His messy black hair hung around his ears,and his body was covered in tribal tattoos. His skin was lightly tanned,and his brown eyes were locked on his drinking partner,his own drink almost ignored. Which might be for the best,since it was a dark,murky green,and looked to be almost as thick as syrup.
The third member of the party was throwing darts at a board,and was remarkably accurate,despite his disabilities. Dressed in an old,ratty shirt that might have once been white,but is now an off-yellow with spots of dark drown around the collar. On his legs was a pair of ragged looking jeans. His brown hair was a tangled mess,reaching his shoulder blades,though the bangs were quite obviously hacked off above the eyebrows with a knife,revealing his brown eye. His right arm,a prosthetic,hung limply at his side while he threw the darts with his left side,which was curious,considering his left eye socket was covered by an eyepatch. The left side of his face bore numerous scars,hinting that the organ was damaged or removed violently.
The scarred man hurled a his last dart into the board,and didn't land a bullseye; There wasn't any room left in it. With a whoop,he turned and picked his drink up off the nearby window ledge,an opaque,yellow thing. Seating himself at the table with his friends,he asked, "You two see that? Not bad,for a blind guy." He leaned back in his chair,folding one arm across his chest,smirking smugly.
The tattooed man tore his eyes from his girlfriend for long enough to face the other man,and remarked, "Pretty easy to do that with telekinesis,Steve." He chuckled and leaned back,crossing his own arms across his chest. Steven,meanwhile,was sputtering indignantly. "What? Oh,come on! I didn't even use telekinesis on those darts! Not even once! You're just jealous you can't make the same toss,Vent. C'mon,Alec,back me up!"
Alec simply chuckled. "Oh,hush,you two. I don't want to have to patch you up." She sipped at her drink,looking pleased with herself while Steven and Vent glared at eachother. They knew how a fight would turn out: Both of them out cold,and everything within three blocks reduced to a smoking ruin,between the tornadoes and telekinetic bullets.
Finally,Vent just smirked,and said, "Whatever helps you sleep at night,man." He took a swig of his drink,while Steven simply rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his own drink. When he put his glass down,he looked around the bar,and asked, "So,who's ready to blow this joint?" Steven tapped his glass,now empty,with a quick flick of his fingertips,to illustrate his boredom. Alec and Vent quickly gunned their drinks,and stood up,retrieving their jackets. They all had the same taste in jackets; Leather.
Who are we?
Select one:
-[] The butchered telekinetic,Steven Adams?
-[] The cocky elementalist,Vent Atremetus?
-[] The enigmatic healer,Alec Deathlind?
Discussion,in-thread,is encouraged. In fact,it's the only way I can get feedback for the story,since I can't access the Shoutbox. So,go ahead,discuss the happenings of the story,right here in the thread. Ask questions. The world of WW is interesting and wondrous,to say the least.
Characters are from one of RPN's oldest RP's,and classically,the most prolific: Witches & Wizards. The Main Three characters are used with permission.
Alec Deathlind - Esme
Vent Atremetus - Coro
Steven Adams - Myself
New York City. The Big Apple. This city,home to millions,is known as the bustling heart of business in the north end of North America,and where the French built a giant copper statue. It's green,now. Sunset,in a bar with a view of Lady Liberty,it was business as usual. People crowded around the bar,tables,and booths,sipping drinks,telling stories,and just in general having a great time. Seated at a table were two individuals,a man and a woman,watching another man throw darts at a dartboard.
The woman wore a grey sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans. Her left arm,the left side of her neck,and left side of her face,up to the corner of the eye,were dominated by a single tattoo,depicting tangled vines. She was obviously albino,with pale skin,white hair,and red eyes,though her right eye was cataracted. On the table in front of her was her drink,a bright,clear blue,almost glowing in the tavern's half-lit gloom. A slice of lemon was stuck on the rim,and a cherry bobbed on the top,half-encased in an ice cube,courtesy of her drinking partner.
Speaking of,the man sitting next to her wore a faded green short sleeved shirt,and a pair of blue jeans,with the knees looking rather worn. His messy black hair hung around his ears,and his body was covered in tribal tattoos. His skin was lightly tanned,and his brown eyes were locked on his drinking partner,his own drink almost ignored. Which might be for the best,since it was a dark,murky green,and looked to be almost as thick as syrup.
The third member of the party was throwing darts at a board,and was remarkably accurate,despite his disabilities. Dressed in an old,ratty shirt that might have once been white,but is now an off-yellow with spots of dark drown around the collar. On his legs was a pair of ragged looking jeans. His brown hair was a tangled mess,reaching his shoulder blades,though the bangs were quite obviously hacked off above the eyebrows with a knife,revealing his brown eye. His right arm,a prosthetic,hung limply at his side while he threw the darts with his left side,which was curious,considering his left eye socket was covered by an eyepatch. The left side of his face bore numerous scars,hinting that the organ was damaged or removed violently.
The scarred man hurled a his last dart into the board,and didn't land a bullseye; There wasn't any room left in it. With a whoop,he turned and picked his drink up off the nearby window ledge,an opaque,yellow thing. Seating himself at the table with his friends,he asked, "You two see that? Not bad,for a blind guy." He leaned back in his chair,folding one arm across his chest,smirking smugly.
The tattooed man tore his eyes from his girlfriend for long enough to face the other man,and remarked, "Pretty easy to do that with telekinesis,Steve." He chuckled and leaned back,crossing his own arms across his chest. Steven,meanwhile,was sputtering indignantly. "What? Oh,come on! I didn't even use telekinesis on those darts! Not even once! You're just jealous you can't make the same toss,Vent. C'mon,Alec,back me up!"
Alec simply chuckled. "Oh,hush,you two. I don't want to have to patch you up." She sipped at her drink,looking pleased with herself while Steven and Vent glared at eachother. They knew how a fight would turn out: Both of them out cold,and everything within three blocks reduced to a smoking ruin,between the tornadoes and telekinetic bullets.
Finally,Vent just smirked,and said, "Whatever helps you sleep at night,man." He took a swig of his drink,while Steven simply rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his own drink. When he put his glass down,he looked around the bar,and asked, "So,who's ready to blow this joint?" Steven tapped his glass,now empty,with a quick flick of his fingertips,to illustrate his boredom. Alec and Vent quickly gunned their drinks,and stood up,retrieving their jackets. They all had the same taste in jackets; Leather.
Who are we?
Select one:
-[] The butchered telekinetic,Steven Adams?
-[] The cocky elementalist,Vent Atremetus?
-[] The enigmatic healer,Alec Deathlind?
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