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This is a little lewd 1on1 CYOA Between me and Corruptive spirit that'll take place in a fictional world from the perspective of a first person narrator. Parking it here because that way I got all my rps nicely assembled, I'm sure you wont mind the read. ^^
Text maked by // denotes an explanation from the narrator. 'Wrong' choices give no gameover instead they'll change things about.
Your character starts with 10 Strength, 100% health and 0% corruption.
Amelia:
Standing at a handsome 6" with cropped black hair and a small pair of spectacles, her skin is flecked with a few freckles that bring unwelcome attention to her wide green eyes. Despite a rather sensual body, Amelia was too shy and socially awkward to even tentatively engage in any kind of social life. Amelia was always a rather queer girl. She spent most of her time during her lessons daydreaming about fabulous adventures and brave knights. Books never lasted long in her hands, only managing to entertain her for a few days before being passed along for the next. Her mentors and tutors were equal parts amazing and infuriated with her eclectic tastes and set to diverting it towards the academia they were hired to teach.
She was placed solidly in a world of numbers, history, and fact rather than fiction. It was torture for poor Amelia but she learned to adapt. Sure enough she excelled in all the ways her parents could have expected, especially in writing. What she could no longer read, she wrote and the more dreary her life became the wilder her fantasies grew. When she was 15 she decided she would be a writer. Now, five years later she was, of sorts. She had written a number of manuscripts, she only needed to be published and as the bills piled higher, Amelia is growing more and more desperate. She needed an edge that will make her stories sell, and she needed it soon.
She perked up at the knocking on her door. It seemed time for the appointment with the mysterious benefactor interested in her books rough draft. Amelia barely managed to open the door as a red haired beauty in a black dress with crimson undertones swooped in, casually taking place upon the chair infront of Amelias desk.. truly, it needed a sharp eye to recognize the desk under the mountains of paper, collected and crumpled up.
"Why hello there, Amelia, I can call you Amelia? As I said in the letter, my name is madame Estrada and I am quite interested in your work of fiction. First of all, you claimed it was based on a true story you experienced as a child, or.. was it a dream? You seemed oddly vague about this. Either way, I read the introduction, and I'd love to hear the rest of it, let us go right ahead. No no, don't look at me with those big eyes, time is money, I want to hear were exactly you want to go with the story.." Madam Estrada grinned.
"First of all, you describe your character as rather impressively competent and handsome, if I remember right.. Bridget was her name yes?
Bridget:
Her skin tan and scarred, taught under her defined muscles. Even with a heart-shaped face framed by strawlike red hair, Bridget is the very definition of of intimidating, standing at a handsome 6', curvy and with a shape that many a man futily chased. She can often resolve her problems with a little intimidation rather than actual swordplay. It's a good thing too, she had been in more scrapes than most and she was unsure she could've survived this long by fighting through all of them. She'd explored a crypt or two and fought in half a dozen small wars between capricious princes and kings. There's one truth she's learned through all of it, complacency is death. Even the greatest warriors and lords eventually fall when a tragedy lines up with a moment of weakness. She has no intentions of letting the two meet for a long time after she's retired and has the guts to make sure of it."
Madam Estrada recited.
"So, your intro has me intrigued, but it seems as if you haven't quite made up your mind where Bridget will go, can you help me out here? I'll read your intro again to help get you into the right mindset."
Estrada presented another letter, clearing her throat and reading:
The legend of the Eldritch Mountain. Bridget had long planned to find out what was going on with the odd mountain in the east, a place many an adventurer had entered.. never to leave again before. Rumour had it that unholy beings roamed these long halls.. little did Bridget know that these rumours had more than a bit of terrible truth in them...
After two days travel, Bridget finally arrived at her goal. She draws her blade from its sheathe, readying it by her side as she sits down upon a moss-overgrown rock to catch her breath. She stretches, and looks upon the looming mountain before her. Kargath mountain its called, if not worse and derogatory terms.
The Mountain looks truly intimidating, its rough, weathered surface looks as if creatures with wicked claws had tried to dig into the solid rock itself, gnarled trees hanging from every little bit of earth that gathers upon the hints of earth upon them and atop the mountain is a sickish purple discoloration, likely from poisonous mushrooms and exotic mosses growing upon the lone mountain. No one quite knows what grows upon it, as climbing the mountain would be a fools errand.
And now, the heroines treasure hunt began. Before her is a dark caves entrance, like a gaping maw, as she readies her blade, standing up and wondering which dangers may hide within the mountains depths. Gathering her courage, she determinedly thrusts her blade into its sheath and marches forwards.
Bridget looks upon the dark walls of the cave, seeing nothing but wet walls and muddy puddles in the large entrance tunnel. She lights her reliable lantern and carefully steps forward into the darkness. There is a scratching of a weirdly bent pyramid in one of the walls, but it looks ancient, perhaps an old treasure hunters waymark, its meaning lost to time.
The way ahead seperates infront of her, into two pretty much idential looking tunnels. She can either go [[West]] or [[East]].
//"So here we are." Estrada mused. "You seem uncertain which choice Bridget should take, so perhaps you should answer for the one that you think will have a more.. interesting outcome first? Of course over time I'd like to have you explore all the different paths Bridget can take, remember you can easily go back if you don't like how a choice turns out. Just to get an idea for the perfect way for your story." Estrada gave Amelia a playful smile. "Oh and, remember to describe how your character acts.. a bit.. sexy. I know, I know, it sounds odd, but emphatizing her .. assets does wonder if you want increase your male readership."//
Text maked by // denotes an explanation from the narrator. 'Wrong' choices give no gameover instead they'll change things about.
Your character starts with 10 Strength, 100% health and 0% corruption.
Amelia:
Standing at a handsome 6" with cropped black hair and a small pair of spectacles, her skin is flecked with a few freckles that bring unwelcome attention to her wide green eyes. Despite a rather sensual body, Amelia was too shy and socially awkward to even tentatively engage in any kind of social life. Amelia was always a rather queer girl. She spent most of her time during her lessons daydreaming about fabulous adventures and brave knights. Books never lasted long in her hands, only managing to entertain her for a few days before being passed along for the next. Her mentors and tutors were equal parts amazing and infuriated with her eclectic tastes and set to diverting it towards the academia they were hired to teach.
She was placed solidly in a world of numbers, history, and fact rather than fiction. It was torture for poor Amelia but she learned to adapt. Sure enough she excelled in all the ways her parents could have expected, especially in writing. What she could no longer read, she wrote and the more dreary her life became the wilder her fantasies grew. When she was 15 she decided she would be a writer. Now, five years later she was, of sorts. She had written a number of manuscripts, she only needed to be published and as the bills piled higher, Amelia is growing more and more desperate. She needed an edge that will make her stories sell, and she needed it soon.
She perked up at the knocking on her door. It seemed time for the appointment with the mysterious benefactor interested in her books rough draft. Amelia barely managed to open the door as a red haired beauty in a black dress with crimson undertones swooped in, casually taking place upon the chair infront of Amelias desk.. truly, it needed a sharp eye to recognize the desk under the mountains of paper, collected and crumpled up.
"Why hello there, Amelia, I can call you Amelia? As I said in the letter, my name is madame Estrada and I am quite interested in your work of fiction. First of all, you claimed it was based on a true story you experienced as a child, or.. was it a dream? You seemed oddly vague about this. Either way, I read the introduction, and I'd love to hear the rest of it, let us go right ahead. No no, don't look at me with those big eyes, time is money, I want to hear were exactly you want to go with the story.." Madam Estrada grinned.
"First of all, you describe your character as rather impressively competent and handsome, if I remember right.. Bridget was her name yes?
Bridget:
Her skin tan and scarred, taught under her defined muscles. Even with a heart-shaped face framed by strawlike red hair, Bridget is the very definition of of intimidating, standing at a handsome 6', curvy and with a shape that many a man futily chased. She can often resolve her problems with a little intimidation rather than actual swordplay. It's a good thing too, she had been in more scrapes than most and she was unsure she could've survived this long by fighting through all of them. She'd explored a crypt or two and fought in half a dozen small wars between capricious princes and kings. There's one truth she's learned through all of it, complacency is death. Even the greatest warriors and lords eventually fall when a tragedy lines up with a moment of weakness. She has no intentions of letting the two meet for a long time after she's retired and has the guts to make sure of it."
Madam Estrada recited.
"So, your intro has me intrigued, but it seems as if you haven't quite made up your mind where Bridget will go, can you help me out here? I'll read your intro again to help get you into the right mindset."
Estrada presented another letter, clearing her throat and reading:
The legend of the Eldritch Mountain. Bridget had long planned to find out what was going on with the odd mountain in the east, a place many an adventurer had entered.. never to leave again before. Rumour had it that unholy beings roamed these long halls.. little did Bridget know that these rumours had more than a bit of terrible truth in them...
After two days travel, Bridget finally arrived at her goal. She draws her blade from its sheathe, readying it by her side as she sits down upon a moss-overgrown rock to catch her breath. She stretches, and looks upon the looming mountain before her. Kargath mountain its called, if not worse and derogatory terms.
The Mountain looks truly intimidating, its rough, weathered surface looks as if creatures with wicked claws had tried to dig into the solid rock itself, gnarled trees hanging from every little bit of earth that gathers upon the hints of earth upon them and atop the mountain is a sickish purple discoloration, likely from poisonous mushrooms and exotic mosses growing upon the lone mountain. No one quite knows what grows upon it, as climbing the mountain would be a fools errand.
And now, the heroines treasure hunt began. Before her is a dark caves entrance, like a gaping maw, as she readies her blade, standing up and wondering which dangers may hide within the mountains depths. Gathering her courage, she determinedly thrusts her blade into its sheath and marches forwards.
Bridget looks upon the dark walls of the cave, seeing nothing but wet walls and muddy puddles in the large entrance tunnel. She lights her reliable lantern and carefully steps forward into the darkness. There is a scratching of a weirdly bent pyramid in one of the walls, but it looks ancient, perhaps an old treasure hunters waymark, its meaning lost to time.
The way ahead seperates infront of her, into two pretty much idential looking tunnels. She can either go [[West]] or [[East]].
//"So here we are." Estrada mused. "You seem uncertain which choice Bridget should take, so perhaps you should answer for the one that you think will have a more.. interesting outcome first? Of course over time I'd like to have you explore all the different paths Bridget can take, remember you can easily go back if you don't like how a choice turns out. Just to get an idea for the perfect way for your story." Estrada gave Amelia a playful smile. "Oh and, remember to describe how your character acts.. a bit.. sexy. I know, I know, it sounds odd, but emphatizing her .. assets does wonder if you want increase your male readership."//