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Afraid of the Dark

2011-11-13T11:24:26Z

Gramminator:

'''''Ba-Dump, Ba-Dump.'''''

The rocky dirt road dipped and rose as it wound endlessly into the forest. The trees flash by, dark pillars of rough bark and imagined faces. By now it's night, and while it's hard to tell while shaded by the thick forest canopy above, you think you can see a hint of full moon peeking through the tangled branches.

(15 minutes ago..)

Cars zipped by, fleeting blurs of color and noise. One, two, a truck or two, a beat up old van. Time blurs into minutes, then hours, as abstract as the bright shapes of vehicles passing by your window. Your music player, clutched loosely in your hand, pumps soft music up through your headphones. You can remember tunes, but through your sleep fogged brain, individual song lyrics meld into one another.
Your sister is half asleep as well, curled up in the seat next to you. An excuse from a week of school for both of you proved to be quite the welcomed vacation, but for some reason, you can't quite remember where you're supposed to be going. Oh well, you're probably just tired. It probably doesn't matter anyhow. You let the soothing music carry you off to sleep, and out of the corner of your blurring eyes, you notice your sister drifting off as well.

The next thing you know, you're awakened by the soft jerk of the car coming to a stop. Groggily, you pull yourself up by the door frame and stare out the window, wondering where you are. Woods still surrounded you where there was no road ( if you could call it a road ), and though you stare down it's dusty expanse for quite a while, no cars pass. You wonder just how far out you are...
Your driver ( Who was he again? You can't remember... ) gets out of the car and calmly crosses the dark expanse of empty road, leaving you parked on the side of it with your sister. You start to worry that maybe he was having car trouble, or maybe... Where were you going again?

You lean over to shake your sister awake with a frown. Maybe she knows where you're going. Not to mention the driver... She always had an answer for everything.

"Hey, where's he going," you ask, nodding at the driver, who's still heading down the road. Your sister, though, has the same confused, worried expression on her face that you do. Suddenly, there's a cold feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You watch as the driver makes his way to a rickety looking wooden gate. It looks like it might have been part of a toll-booth at some point, but you can't be sure. He pushes it up and out of the way, then makes his way back to the car again without looking at you. He gets back in and you jump as the engine starts up again with a soft roar.

(Back to the present...)

It's been a while since you passed through the gates. The woods still surround you, and that long stretch of dark road still twists and winds through it before you. Your driver has said nothing, and though you've tried to talk to him, refuses to respond. He hasn't tried to hurt you yet though, but you can't help but worry.

Your sister, just as worried as you are, clutches her cellphone before her, staring desperately into it's glowing screen. She has yet to get a signal though, or maybe it's just that no one will respond. Either way, she hasn't said much. Neither have you. You're both too scared.

Your driver shifts, startling you back to attention. He's barely moved since he got back into the car. You watch as he reaches for the radio dial and fiddles with it before settling on a station. The soft hum of classical must floats back to you from the speakers and stiffly, the driver puts his hand back on the steering wheel. It's the only sound in the car. You can't stand it. With no other options though, you cram your earbuds back into your ears and turn your own music up as loud as it can go, hoping to drown his music out. It works, for now. You wonder just how long you can stand this though...

You:

*[[Keep looking out the window]]
*[[Talk to the person next to you]]
[[Category:Afraid of the Dark]]

Normal, average 5 years old boy

2011-11-13T10:56:17Z

Gramminator:

As an average little boy, you live in an average little house, with an average little room. It's a blue room, a rather nice color you think. It's cozy enough for a boy your age, with a comfortable little bed in the corner, a colorful little self of children's books, and a little dinosaur shaped toybox for all your toys. You're an average looking little boy, with average looking parents, and mostly, you lead an average life, though, being only a few years old, you haven't lead very much life yet. Perhaps, in time, this will change.

Tonight your parents have gone out for an average night on the town. They've left you with a babysitter, and she's mostly nice, but has decided to enforce a strict bedtime. That might have had something to do with the spaghetti on the walls. Either way, when tantrums didn't win out, and pleading didn't work, you find yourself in the relative darkness and silence of your bedroom. The only sound is the muted sound of the television somewhere downstairs. It sounds like the babysitter might be watching that game show your parents like to watch all the time. You think it's boring.

Actually, all of this is pretty boring.

You decide that, if you can't leave your room, then you can at least defy your captor by not going to bed. Instead, you decide, you think you'll play with some of your toys. That will teach her.

Clambering out from under your moon and star blankets, you stomp loudly across the floor so that you can be sure your babysitter knows you're not in bed. You won't be silenced! You haul open the toy box, clattering the lid against the wall and stare down at it's contents. What to play with? There are various toy trains, plastic dinosaurs, and nick-nacks, but only three things really catch your eye. The first is a big rubber ball. It's big and round, and as blue as the sky. It's one of your favorites. The second is a sketchbook, filled with crayon drawings. It used to be your brother's, and your mommy says that you can't use crayons without supervision, but you hid a big fat orange one under your pillow anyhow. The last one is a worn, dog eared pop up book. It's another one of your favorites, all about knights and kings, and something about a funny shaped table. You never really got that part, but you like the pictures anyhow. Which one do you pick?

[[play with the ball]],

[[draw something in the sketch book]],

[[flip through the story book]]
[[Category: An Adventure...]]

Normal, average 5 years old boy

2011-11-13T10:55:21Z

Gramminator:

As an average little boy, you live in an average little house, with an average little room. It's a blue room, a rather nice color you think. It's cozy enough for a boy your age, with a comfortable little bed in the corner, a colorful little self of children's books, and a little dinosaur shaped toybox for all your toys. You're an average looking little boy, with average looking parents, and mostly, you lead an average life, though, being only a few years old, you haven't lead very much life yet. Perhaps, in time, this will change.
Tonight your parents have gone out for an average night on the town. They've left you with a babysitter, and she's mostly nice, but has decided to enforce a strict bedtime. That might have had something to do with the spaghetti on the walls. Either way, when tantrums didn't win out, and pleading didn't work, you find yourself in the relative darkness and silence of your bedroom. The only sound is the muted sound of the television somewhere downstairs. It sounds like the babysitter might be watching that game show your parents like to watch all the time. You think it's boring.
Actually, all of this is pretty boring.
You decide that, if you can't leave your room, then you can at least defy your captor by not going to bed. Instead, you decide, you think you'll play with some of your toys. That will teach her.
Clambering out from under your moon and star blankets, you stomp loudly across the floor so that you can be sure your babysitter knows you're not in bed. You won't be silenced! You haul open the toy box, clattering the lid against the wall and stare down at it's contents. What to play with? There are various toy trains, plastic dinosaurs, and nick-nacks, but only three things really catch your eye. The first is a big rubber ball. It's big and round, and as blue as the sky. It's one of your favorites. The second is a sketchbook, filled with crayon drawings. It used to be your brother's, and your mommy says that you can't use crayons without supervision, but you hid a big fat orange one under your pillow anyhow. The last one is a worn, dog eared pop up book. It's another one of your favorites, all about knights and kings, and something about a funny shaped table. You never really got that part, but you like the pictures anyhow. Which one do you pick?

[[play with the ball]],

[[draw something in the sketch book]],

[[flip through the story book]]
[[Category: An Adventure...]]

Go and look for someone who needs help

2011-11-13T10:40:30Z

Gramminator:

Alright! It's decided then! Off to help the people! But... Where do you start? There's a lot of city to cover. Not that you couldn't handle it or anything. After all, you've got superspeed. That's a pretty awesome power, right?

*[[The train station]]
*[[In your street]]
*[[At the park]]

[[Category: Superhero]]

Pinpoint: Guy.Super fast speeds, able to use guns in PINPOINT accuracy

2011-11-13T10:38:24Z

Gramminator:

You race out of bed and eat your breakfast in three seconds flat. You nearly choke on it, and you didn't taste one single chocolatey puff, but hey, that's what you do. After three or four more bowls and a couple of eggs ( Hey, super-speed makes you hungry! ), you're finally full.

"Phewsh, new record," you cough through a mouthful of Chocolate Sugar Puffs.

For years now you've lived in a apartment on the edge of town, right next to the train station. It's an older building, all brick and soot from the train, but the plumping works and the rent is good, so it's home. You used to use the station itself to get around, up until a few years ago. Now, thanks to a freak accident with a blast of lightening and a radioactive squirrel ( curse those experiment freeing animal activists! ) you have the ability to take a few laps around the world before heading to work! Go green energy! ( No, seriously, that rodent that bit you was glowing pretty vibrantly. ) All that's another story though.

Anyhow, you're up, you're dressed, you're fed, and you're ready to go! What do you do?

*[[Go and look for someone who needs help]]
*[[Watch TV]]
*[[Go for up and down the stairs]]

[[Category: Superhero]]

GOOD

2011-11-13T10:30:57Z

Gramminator:

GOOD choice my trusty friend. Now, its time to choose who you are.

*[[Pinpoint: Guy.Super fast speeds, able to use guns in PINPOINT accuracy]]

*[[Invisible Girl: You already know by the name.]]

*[[Flat: Very stretchy. No pain either. ]]

[[Category: Superhero]]

GOOD

2011-11-13T10:28:10Z

Gramminator:

GOOD choice my trusty friend. Now, its time to choose who you are.

*[[Pinpoint: With the ability to reach speeds faster than any car, boat, or plane, and ( Drumroll, please! ) ''pinpoint'' targeting accuracy, you'd think it'd be easier to get past all the crazy crowds on Black Friday, but ''noooo.'']]

*[[Invisible Girl: Yeah, we know, she's in her mid-twenties, but the other name was already taken.]]

*[[Flat: The name never really gained popularity, but that's what you get for being ''flexible'' with your code name. Ah well, being so stretchy has it's perks anyhow. ]]

[[Category: Superhero]]

GOOD

2011-11-13T10:27:34Z

Gramminator:

GOOD choice my trusty friend. Now, its time to choose who you are.

*[[Pinpoint: With the ability to reach speeds faster than any car, boat, or plane, and ( Drumroll, please! ) ''pinpoint'' targeting accuracy, you'd think it'd be easier to get past all the crazy crowds on Black Friday, but ''noooo.'']]
*[[Invisible Girl: Yeah, we know, she's in her mid-twenties, but the other name was already taken.]]
*[[Flat: The name never really gained popularity, but that's what you get for being ''flexible'' with your code name. Ah well, being so stretchy has it's perks anyhow. ]]

[[Category: Superhero]]

Superhero

2011-11-13T10:20:46Z

Gramminator:

You wake up in the morning, the sun in shining, the birds are chirping, your high tech security system is disabling and neatly packaging your neighbor's noisy dog. Things couldn't be better. Time for business, though. Which side are you on: GOOD or EVIL?

*[[EVIL]]
*[[GOOD]]

[[Category: Superhero]]