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Hold her hand and walk her home

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 23:26:54 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with 'The walk is silent as neither of you quite knows what this means. When you arrive, you can hear the TV playing inside and what sounds like a kid laughing. She pulls out a key. "I…'

The walk is silent as neither of you quite knows what this means. When you arrive, you can hear the TV playing inside and what sounds like a kid laughing. She pulls out a key. "If you want to come in, I'll make you some dinner."

You decide to:
*[[Stay for dinner]]
*[[Leave for home]]

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[[Category: High School]]

Throw him back to his lackeys

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 23:20:33 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with 'He stumbles into Skunk and they both go down. Brute, as always, just looks confused. Moby gets up with a blazing ferocity. You stare him down, you headache starting to lighten, "…'

He stumbles into Skunk and they both go down. Brute, as always, just looks confused. Moby gets up with a blazing ferocity. You stare him down, you headache starting to lighten, "Come at me, I dare you. You see, I have nothing to lose and will enjoy taking one or two of you with me. I wonder who it will be?"

Skunk takes a step back and Moby shoots him a angry glare. Turning back to you, he answers. "You don't know who you fucked with. Get use to looking over your shoulder, loner-boy." With that, he walked off with his cronnies in tow.

Jane is still sitting on the floor hugging her knees to her chest as she draws circles in the ground with her finger. With your thoughts racing, prime of which concerns why you did any of this to begin with, you help her up and to a bathroom just to be doing something. You hear the sounds of her forcing herself to throw-up followed by quite a bit of rinsing. Through it all, you are forced to realize your position. The world runs on people like Moby, but, when it counts, you could not end him. Was it weakness or just acceptance that one loser was not going to change anything? Still, in that case, why step in at all? What difference did it make?

Jane comes out and just stands at your side for a moment, maybe wondering the same things and realizing that the future might very well depend on the answers. "You didn't kill them. You really didn't mean what you said on the bus."

Exhausted, you simply reply, "I know."

''Choice breeds personality.'' Another piece of your mother's words whispers briefly in your ear. It had been some sort of family saying from her father, who got it from his father, blah, blah. Funny that you remember it now when most of the time you can only recall the command to not kill. The importance of choice never occurs to the loner who cuts himself off from the world and moves about each day more as an observer than a player, only wanting the world to leave him alone. Of course, that fantasy is over. You have certainly become a player now, with all the choice that entails.

For her part, Jane seemed to have reached a decision and moves her hand into yours. Now, its your turn.

*[[Hold her hand and walk to a nearby diner]]
*[[Hold her hand and walk her home]]
*[[Brush off her hand and walk home alone]]

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[[Category: High School]]

I want to destroy this corrupt world. Moby is just another aspect of the sickness that is humanity.

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 22:42:57 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with 'It was time a piece of the cancer was cut out. Something inside you gave way and you rushed Moby, who was a little too preoccupied to see you coming until you had a razor at his …'

It was time a piece of the cancer was cut out. Something inside you gave way and you rushed Moby, who was a little too preoccupied to see you coming until you had a razor at his throat. "Let her go or I cut you a new smile." Moby's eyes flashed with fury, but he comlied readily enough as Jane fell back and inched a few feet away. You mother's words were pulsating in your head with a terrible volume. "You were right not to trust me, Moby, but that's the problem with filth like you. You can't think beyond the end of your cock." The headache was worsening.

Do you:
*[[Throw him back to his lackeys]]
*[[Cut him]]

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[[Category: High School]]

Meet with her

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 22:33:33 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with 'When you get there, three guys are hanging out as if waiting for something. One turns at your approach. "Keep walking, loner-boy." "Hey, Moby, maybe he's looking to do some busi…'

When you get there, three guys are hanging out as if waiting for something. One turns at your approach. "Keep walking, loner-boy."

"Hey, Moby, maybe he's looking to do some business. How about it? Skunk's got all your needs."

"I don't care what he wants," Moby answered. "I don't like the way he looks at me. Brute, get rid of him."

The not too bright-looking third guy gets up and walks towards to, but before things get heated, Jane comes out. "No, I told him to come here."

Moby looks at her with malignant amusement. "And who said you could start passing out invitations." Taking a hand ful of her hair, he pulls her head back. "I thought we had something special. You're hurting my feelings."

Brute has stopped coming towards you and looks confused. Skunk just sits there. Jane chokes out a response. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it would matter. I'm just a maggot. What do I know?"

Moby laughs. "Maggot, huh?" I like that. you make that up yourself?" Turning to you, he continues. "You can stick around this once, loner-boy. Of course, you get it last." Turning back to Jane, he says, "Sharing's not really my thing, but I'm feeling especially generous today. I hope you do too." With that, he uses Jane's hair to force her into kneeling in front of him.

Seeing this, a memory comes to your mind of a time when this stuck-up preppy bitch rejected you. She did not just reject you but made sure everyone in the room knew exactly why you never had a chance. Did you want to break that prep the same way Moby had broken Jane? Does your hatred of this world stem from people like Moby or the fact that you did not wield the same influence as him? Do you hate the tormentors or not being one? You are a loner...

*[[I want to destroy this corrupt world. Moby is just another aspect of the sickness that is humanity.]]
*[[I want to bring suffering to this world. I will return the pain that it gave me tenfold.]]
*[[This whole thing is stupid. (Leave)]]

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[[Category: High School]]

"What the fuck is your problem?"

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 21:33:02 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with '"Are you really going to kill them?" she asks while looking at her feet. Your mother's words fill your head. You angrily block them out, as you have done so many times before whe…'

"Are you really going to kill them?" she asks while looking at her feet. Your mother's words fill your head. You angrily block them out, as you have done so many times before when you fantasized about the pain you would bring to them all. Every laugh would become a scream, every mocking joke at your expense would become a plea for mercy, but the words always flood back in. Why should you listen to her? She shit you out into this filthy world and, for that, you should go against her words out of spite if nothing else. Still, her voice fills your mind all the stronger. While you loss yourself in thought, Jane turns to you with a wide vacant stare to repeat her question. "Are you really going to kill them?"

"Shut up, maggot," you reply with clear annoyance. Why should you have to answer her question? Why should you have to admit that you can't do it because the disembodied voice of your bitch mother stops you at every turn?

"Maggot?" She says as if tasting the word. She looks away and continues to mouth the word silently, playing with different stresses. It doesn't matter to you as long as it keeps her quiet. The bus pulls up to the school and you get up to leave with the rest of the mindless cogs when a hand grabs the sleeve of your hoodie. you look down at Jane. "Meet the maggot behind the school after classes." you rip you arm away from her and leave.

It seems that the crazy girl is looking to hook up. Still, there's that whole instability thing that can really put a guy off.

Do you:
*[[Meet with her]]
*[[Forget about her]]

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[[Category: High School]]

Sit beside the Jane

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 21:11:15 GMT

ReadRed:

You walk over the seat next to Jane. She periodically shoots a glance your way before quickly looking back at the ground, all the while picking at a loose thread on her sweatshirt. Looking at her, one might chance a guess as to why the seat was free. The auburn hair that reached here shoulders was a frazzled mess with loose strands poking out here and there as if she had just rolled out of bed. Continuing with that motif, she wore a bulky, turtleneck sweater with a faded, wrinkled skirt complete with sandals worn over socks. She seemed incable of sitting still as she either shifted in her seat or, every now and again, shuddered as if cold. Sitting next to her also bombarded you with the odor of disinfectant mixed with stale alcohol.

At least there was silence, which is more than you would have hoped for in your other seat choices. Even heading to the back and sitting by yourself would have just attracted attention. Trying to get away from people usually made them want to attack you more. Still, her constant furtive glances were trying your patience.

Do you:
*[["What the fuck is your problem?"]]
*[[Bear with it. The drive is not that long]]

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[[Category: High School]]

Sit beside the Jane

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 21:10:37 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with 'You walk over the seat next to Jane. She periodically shoots a glance your way before quickly looking back at the ground, all the while picking at a loose thread on her sweatshir…'

You walk over the seat next to Jane. She periodically shoots a glance your way before quickly looking back at the ground, all the while picking at a loose thread on her sweatshirt. Looking at her, one might chance a guess as to why the seat was free. The auburn hair that reached here shoulders was a frazzled mess with loose strands poking out here and there as if she had just rolled out of bed. Continuing with that motif, she wore a bulky, turtleneck sweater with a faded, wrinkled skirt complete with sandals worn over socks. She seemed incable of sitting still as she either shifted in her seat or, every now and again, shuddered as if cold. Sitting next to her also bombarded you with the odor of disinfectant mixed with stale alcohol.

At least there was silence, which is more than you would have hoped for in your other seat choices. Even heding to the back and sitting by yourself would have just attracted attention. Trying to get away from people usually made them want to attack you more. Still, her constant furtive glances were trying your patience.

Do you:
*[["What the fuck is your problem?"]]
*[[Bear with it. The drive is not that long]]

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[[Category: High School]]

End them

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:44:30 GMT

ReadRed:

You've decided to get shut them up. Not permanently, though. They don't deserve that.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" you growl deeply and you actually get into one of their ugly faces, regardless of your great disgust over them. "Or I'll kill you."

"Oooh, little loner boy's gonna kill me," the boy sneers and your hand twitches.

''No killing, remember what that God-forsaken woman of a mother told you,'' you remind yourself before you give the boy one last glare and walk over to one of the seats.

There are four seats available. One seat all the way in the back, just the way you like it. Another seat is beside Andrew James, the jock that always smiles at you whenever you get nearby (He's probably a fag, but he's the only guy that doesn't want to kick your ass around here). The third seat is next to a rather hot chick, you don't know her name and she doesn't know who you are. The last seat is the one next to Jane, the nerdy girl who seems twitchier than an addict.

Do you:
*[[These cockroaches are not worth your time|Sit way in the back]]
*[[A bit fruity, but better than getting ass-kicked|Sit next to Andrew]]
*[[You could look at that piece of hot as all day long|Sit beside the hot chick]]
*[[Sit beside the Jane]]
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[[Category: High School]]

End them

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:43:28 GMT

ReadRed:

You've decided to get shut them up. Not permanently, though. They don't deserve that.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" you growl deeply and you actually get into one of their ugly faces, regardless of your great disgust over them. "Or I'll kill you."

"Oooh, little loner boy's gonna kill me," the boy sneers and your hand twitches.

''No killing, remember what that God-forsaken woman of a mother told you,'' you remind yourself before you give the boy one last glare and walk over to one of the seats.

There are four seats available. One seat all the way in the back, just the way you like it. Another seat is beside Andrew James, the jock that always smiles at you whenever you get nearby (He's probably a fag, but he's the only guy that doesn't want to kick your ass around here). The third seat is next to a rather hot chick, you don't know her name and she doesn't know who you are. The last seat is the one next to Jane, the nerdy girl who seems twitchier than an addict.

Do you:
*[[These cockroaches are not worth your time|Sit way in the back]]
*[[A bit fruity, but better than getting ass-kicked|Sit next to Andrew]]
*[[You could look at that piece of hot as all day long|Sit beside the hot chick]]
*[[A little fun never hurt anyone|Sit beside the Jane]]
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[[Category: High School]]

End them

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:42:12 GMT

ReadRed:

You've decided to get shut them up. Not permanently, though. They don't deserve that.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" you growl deeply and you actually get into one of their ugly faces, regardless of your great disgust over them. "Or I'll kill you."

"Oooh, little loner boy's gonna kill me," the boy sneers and your hand twitches.

''No killing, remember what that God-forsaken woman of a mother told you,'' you remind yourself before you give the boy one last glare and walk over to one of the seats.

There are four seats available. One seat all the way in the back, just the way you like it. Another seat is beside Andrew James, the jock that always smiles at you whenever you get nearby (He's probably a fag, but he's the only guy that doesn't want to kick your ass around here). The third seat is next to a rather hot chick, you don't know her name and she doesn't know who you are. The last seat is the one next to Jane, the nerdy girl who seems twitchier than an addict.

Do you:
*[[These cockroaches are not worth your time|Sit way in the back]]
*[[A bit fruity, but better than getting ass-kicked|Sit next to Andrew]]
*[[You could look at that piece of hot as all day long|Sit beside the hot chick]]
*[[A little fun never hurt anybody | Sit beside the Jane]]
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[[Category: High School]]

End them

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:41:25 GMT

ReadRed:

A bit fruity, but better than getting ass-kicked

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:36:56 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with 'Andrew shoots you one of those grins as you sit down. "'Or I'll kill you,'" he says, mimicking the way you glared at the crowd. "You're just begging for humiliation at this point…'

Andrew shoots you one of those grins as you sit down. "'Or I'll kill you,'" he says, mimicking the way you glared at the crowd. "You're just begging for humiliation at this point."

"Whatever," you respond, seriously rethinking sitting next to him. The last thing you want is a lecture.

"Whatever, huh? Well, there are two types of people on this bus. Those," he waves his hand around to indicate the people that laughed at you, "who take your threats as an invitation to give you more shit and then the small minority that actually take you seriously. You might be surprised, but I find myself in the latter category." You glance over at him for a second. Like all jocks, Andrew has obviously focused his time on training, achieving both the imposing structure and air of confidence that seems to come with that lifestyle. Consequently, your first thoughts conclude that he is mocking you, not that it comes as a surprise from the daily jibes aimed at you. Still, as someone who has experienced a fair share of mockery, thise strikes you as a rather strange way to go about it. "Listen loner, I've been watching you for awhile. Maybe its an act. Maybe you really plan to stuff some body bags. Either way, your troubles aren't gonna end anytime soon, but I think I've got a solution."

You cut him off with a snarl. "Fuck off homo. I'm no one's bitch."

The bus pulls up to the school as Andrew shakes his head with a chuckle. "You've got a lot of bark, and your bite will ruin your life more than those you finally decide to hurt. What's worse is that you think you've got me all figured out and won't even consider that I might have a third option. Well," the bus stops and you get up to leave, "my offer stands if you ever decide to listen." You walk off the bus and head to your first period. Andrew's probably busting out of the closet and looking for some ass, offering some sort of protection to get some. Still, an uncomfortable feeling remains in the back of your mind, a kind of nagging curiousity. What exactly is his stupid proposition? Why would he even think you'd be interested? As lunch rolls around, you know Andrew will be hanging out in the weight room. If you were going to hear him out, this would be the chance.

Do you:
*[[Head to the weight room to speak with Andrew]]
*[[A loner doesn't seek people out]]
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[[Category: High School]]

Loner (m)

ReadRed — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:00:51 GMT

ReadRed:

You get up for school and get dressed in your usual hoodie. You eat breakfast, being annoyed by the irritating sunlight that 'brightens' everybody's day. Filled with disregard for the world, you get your iPod and crank it up to top volume, sling your hefty lunch-filled backpack over your shoulder, and head out the door.

How do you get to school?

Do you:
*[[Walk(M Loner)|Walk]]
*[[Take the bus(M Loner)|Take the bus]]
*[[Fap|Stay home]]
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[[Category: High School]]

Tell Maud's mom no, you will not be staying for dinner

ReadRed — Sun, 01 Apr 2012 02:23:11 GMT

ReadRed: Created page with 'Maud seems disappointed that her time with you is ending so soon, but you remind her that there will be plenty more tutoring sessions to come. You leave the house and walk into…'

Maud seems disappointed that her time with you is ending so soon, but you remind her that there will be plenty more tutoring sessions to come.

You leave the house and walk into the crisp early evening air. Where to now?

Do you:
*[[Head for the Arcade]]
*[[Hunt for Chicks!]]

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[[Category: High School]]