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Robin — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 23:40:24 GMT

Robin: /* Smutt Sex Romp */ new section

Since this page has become rather cluttered, I've moved old discussions to the archive page below. Feel free to leave new messages here. I'll get back to you ASAP!

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== Smutty Sex Romp ==

Hey Platypus, doing a great job as always.

Would you please review Smutty Sex Romp? The description on the main page claims 10,000 pages, but I just did a quick check, and it only have 636.

== Smutt Sex Romp ==

Sorry, clearly I don't understand how everything works yet. I simply clicked on the page list and this is what it says:

Articles in category "Smutty Sex Romp"
The following 199 pages are in this category, out of 646 total.

I assumed that the 646 total meant that was how many pages were part of the story.

User talk:Platypus

Robin — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 23:41:27 GMT

Robin: /* Smutty Sex Romp */ new section

Pervert13:Take off your shirt

Robin — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 23:18:53 GMT

Robin: Created page with '"I want to see your tits," you say to her. She blushes a fabulous red, but grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head. She's wearing a small training bra, but …'

"I want to see your tits," you say to her.

She blushes a fabulous red, but grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head.

She's wearing a small training bra, but it's clear that she's about to graduate. Her nipples are hard and poking at the fabric.

"Do you like them?” she asks, and you lick your lips to speak, but find you can only nod.

“If you want to see more,” she says, “you have to show me something.”

Do you :
*[[Pervert13:Show her your chest]]
*[[Pervert13:Show her your underwear]]
*[[Pervert13:Tell her to help herself]]
[[Category: Perverted Thirteen-Year-Old]]

Sumbit and enjoy this fuckfest

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 23:01:18 GMT

Robin:

Betty grabs anal beads out of her gym bag.

"I always carry these around. You know, just in case!" Betty dimwittedly says. She stuffs bead after bead up your ass. You moan in pleasure of it.

You continue to eat Lizzie’s pussy like a champ. Sucking her cunt-lips and stroking her clit with your tongue. You drink in every drop of her pussy, loving the taste of it.

A cheerleader gangbang has always been your favorite fantasy. These dirty whores are finally fucking you.

Britney continues to pump you full of dildo, sliding that huge, pussy-and-cum-slicked cock in and out of your tightness. You scream with pleasure but it is muffed into Lizzie's pussy.

Betty continues to play with your ass, pushing more anal beads inside you until you’re filled with sex-plastic in both holes. It’s too much for you to take. Your pussy then explodes with your orgasm, and juices erupt from your twat, something that has never happened before. You gasp as your jizz covers Britney’s stomach and thighs, dripping down her pussy and legs.

"Who said you can cum? You wait till we are done," Britney angrily roars. “Now you have to be punished!”

She pulls the dildo out. Then she grabs two thick 8-inch ones vibrators.

“This is your punishment, bitch,” she says, and slides both, thick cocks into your tight, pussy. They stretch your little twat wide, and for a moment, you can’t breathe. You’re certain that you’re about to split in two, and then Brtiney turns on the vibes, first one then the other, and you find yourself in heaven. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, and you moan with ecstasy.

Lizzie then moves her pussy off your face. You breathe fresh air. Then Lizzie's asshole drops right on your nose and mouth.

"Oops, sorry. Could you clean that up?" Lizzie begs.

Do you:
*[[Draw the line]]
*[[Lick that butthole clean]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Return to the cheerleaders

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 22:07:14 GMT

Robin:

Running to the gym, you find Britney and her crew in the locker room. You keep pulling your skirt down otherwise everyone will get a free look. You take the test out of your bag. The first page has cum on it.

"Of course it is cum covered. Is anything you own not? You’re such a whore," Britney mocks.

"Since it is cum covered you owe us,” the Lizzie says, her nipples hard through her shirt. “So prepare to be fucked by the three hottest chicks at school. But since only one page is ruined, we'll go easy. No 18-inch dildos in you, just the normal 12-inches,” she laughs.

Britney and her crew strip you naked. You are at the mercy of these sadistic whores. They pin you to a locker-room bench and tie you up. You are spread eagle, making your pussy prime for fucking.

Britney grabs her 18-inch strap-on, stepping into it and placing it against your cream-filled cunt, "I'm sorry I lied, I'm such a bad person."

She rams it in your pussy and you scream, partially in pain of being filled with 18-inches of cock, something you’ve never felt before, but also with pleasure. You’re glad that you just recently fucked Mr. Randell, and took his cum inside you. Britney is only getting sloppy-seconds!

Lizzie moves forward, drops her panties, and plants her twat on your face.

"Eat up cunt,” Betty says to you, and you can’t help but start to lick at Lizzie’s bald, wet cunt. She moans above you and starts to rub her clit.

*[[Sumbit and enjoy this fuckfest]]
*[[Resist, and call for help.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Seduce him as the student

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 22:01:35 GMT

Robin:

"Mr. Randell, I dressed this way for you. You are my favorite teacher," you say curling your hair with your finger. "I have the biggest crush on you. You are so handsome. With your glasses, RAWR! You make me go wild. For nights I've stayed up waiting for this moment, to have you in my hands, to be in your arms, to feel your . . . cock."

You keep telling yourself, it is this or social suicide, but really what is the difference if someone sees you. You pull your skirt up a little more and push him onto his chair. It’s clear he’s gotten hard, first from thinking that you were a hooker, and now believing what your say. To your surprise, you also find that your turned on. Your nipples are hard, and pushing through the sheer fabric of the tank top the cheerleaders dresses you in, and your pussy, completely uncovered, is getting wet.

You straddle Mr. Randell and pull out his cock. Its hard, and thick, but not very long, which is fine with you. You’re not certain what your tight pussy can handle just yet.

"In it goes,” you laugh, and then moan as his cock slides up inside you.

Mr. Randell is in complete shock. He always had a hard-on for you, and that is how you were acing his class. You lean forward, pushing his cock deeper into your twat and start to hump him, slipping up and down along his hard shaft, as his hands come up to play with your small tits. You place your hands over his, squeezing them hard on your chest.

“Oh yes, Mr. Randell,” you moan with your eyes half closed as you bounce up and down on his dick. “Harder, make me feel it!”

“Fucking . . . slut,” he says breathlessly, and his body jerks inside yours.

“Yes, Mr. Randell,” you reply, moaning louder and louder. “Cum for me. Cum in me. Make me cum for you like the slut I am!”

Amazingly, you both cum at the same time, and you feel Mr. Randell’s jizz filling your small cunt. Just then, the bell rings. You jump off Mr. Randell’s cock, glistening with the mix of your juices.

It’s then that you feel his cum slipping out of your twat. It lands with a splat on the test.

You hope the cheerleader will accept this. Do you:

*[[Return to the cheerleaders]]
*[[Find another test]]
*[[Leave school]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Go to school, covered in semen and with your boobs showing

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 21:45:45 GMT

Robin:

The all the male students see you and instantly get hard-on. The female sluts start to get wet. You barely can control yourself. The buff jocks are standing by the male bathroom waving for you to come in. The cheerleaders are standing by the girls locker room blowing kisses at you. The teachers and principals are staring you down. They start walking toward you. There is enough time to go somewhere else. Do you:
*[[Head to the jocks]]
*[[The cheerleaders]]
*[[The teachers]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Fuck the creepy security guard

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 21:45:21 GMT

Robin:

You model this brand new suit. While you changed into this suit, the guard took your other clothes, but you did not notice. You walk out. He grins. You walk back and forth, bouncing your tits with each step. Your ass starts to jiggle. Why would it do that? The guard is slapping it up. Then you tun to him. He unzips his pants and reveals his small dick.

Well at least it is not huge or anything.

He pushes the bottom of your bikini to one side and guides you down on his hard cock. It slides easily inside your trimmed, wet twat.

Wet?! God, yes you are wet. Apparently, the idea of a stranger fucking you made you horny. T

The security guard starts to fuck you, sliding his cock in and out your tight, little pussy. But it's so small, you can barely feel it. Seriously, your tampons are bigger than this guy. It is not enough for you. You yawn.

"Bitch! Get on your knees and suck it then," he commands.

Then he jerks his cock out of you and pushes you to the floor. You reach for his cock and shove it greedily into your mouth. You suck on it just like a lolly-pop, your tongue licking it up and down as you feel it hot and hard in your mouth.

The security guard moans happily, his hands on your head. Suddenly, he pulls himself from your mouth, moaning as he points his cock at your chest. Cum shoots out, hot and sticky. For such a little cock, he sure has a lot of white stuff! It's covering your tits, running down your chest.

"Perfect," he says. "Now get out and don't steal anything every again.

"What about my clothes," you say.

"What about them," he grins and shoves you out the door.

*[[Go to school, covered in semen and with your boobs showing]]
*[[Go to home, covered in semen and with your boobs showing]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Tbilisi

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 21:36:59 GMT

Robin: Created page with '"Tbilisi," you say. It’s a total guess, but you decide to keep playing along. Besides, your daddy seems to actually be taking an interest in something besides staring blankly…'

"Tbilisi," you say. It’s a total guess, but you decide to keep playing along. Besides, your daddy seems to actually be taking an interest in something besides staring blankly and drinking beer.

"Tbilisi," the answer says.

"Very good, honey," your daddy says. This time he pushes his thumb partially inside your ass, and you moan again. You’ve never had your ass played with before, but this sensation is quite good. You wiggled a little, not struggling against your bonds, but trying to get more of your daddy’s thumb inside your ass.

“Just two more to get correct,” your daddy says. “Then you win!”

Two more to get correct and then what?

The next question is revealed: “His so-called ‘Secret Speech’ to the Communist Party vilified Joseph Stalin and tried to draw the Soviet Union closer to Leninism.”

Now old, dead Russians? What the hell will it be next, homosexual unicorns?

Your daddy’s thumb is pushing in and out of your ass, and causing your to moan. You want to rub your pussy, or maybe have him rub it for you, but you know you have to keep getting questions right for that to happen . . . you hope. You still don’t know what will happen if you “win”.

*[[Khrushchev]]

*[[Gorbachev]]

*[[Can't decide]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]

Missouri

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 21:28:01 GMT

Robin: Created page with '"Missouri," you say. You think you're right, but you're not certain. World War II is one of things that boys seems to get into, not you. "Missouri," the answer says. "Good on…'

"Missouri," you say. You think you're right, but you're not certain. World War II is one of things that boys seems to get into, not you.

"Missouri," the answer says.

"Good one, honey," your daddy says, and his thumb strokes your asshole. This seems to be a reward for a right answer, and apparently your mom was an ass-slut. Initially, you’re embarrassed and shocked by this, but you find that you take after her. Your pussy tingles and you moan in spite of yourself.

“That’s right, honey,” your daddy says. “I’ll give you what you want.”

The next question dings: “This capital of Georgia literally translates into ‘warm spring’.”

Fuck, you’re no good at geography at all!

*[[Telavi]]

*[[Tbilisi]]

*[[Can't decide]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Wait, Dad, wait

Robin — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 21:19:58 GMT

Robin:

"Wait, Dad, wait," you say. "Call me Cheryl," you tell him. Cheryl was your mom's name.

He smiles, "Of course, Cheryl." His smile is filled with lust. He lets your panties fall to the floor.

"You always loved this," he says, reaching for your discarded tank top. You hold your tongue as he shreds it into ribbons, after all, he bought it anyway. He uses the tank top to tie your hands behind your back and your feet together.

Instead of fucking you, however, he seats you back on the couch and sits next to you, and begins to watch TV again. You're wondering what the fuck is going on, but he then slides his hand underneath you. He rests his thumb on your asshole and the rest of his fingers on your pubic mound. He turns on Jeopardy and tells you, "Go, honey."

The answer is: Japan signed its surrender for WWII aboard this ship.

You kinda remember this from class, but you're not sure if it's the:

*[[Missouri]]

*[[Minnesota]]

*[[Can't decide]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Fuck Ginny's ass harder

Robin — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:44:54 GMT

Robin:

You continue fucking Ginny's asshole, going a little bit deeper with every thrust until you are burying your cock as far as it will go. Her ass contracts around your cock, and she screams with pleasure with every thrust.
Ginny is licking Vivian's pussy while you fuck Ginny's ass, and pussy juices are spilling out over her face. The sight of this is too much for you, and you stiffen as you come, burying your cock as deep as it will go as you unload into Ginny's ass.

You and Ginny both pause, panting, then she returns to licking Vivian's pussy, and you step back from the bed.

Do you:
*[[Sit back and watch the girls going at it for a while]]
*[[Call room service for some more rope]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[The Hotel]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

TBE: See a pierced clit?

Robin — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:23:27 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“Oh, my piercing,” you say, nonchalantly. “Why yes,” the princess replies, and you see a flush creep up from her chest and over her face. “Why ever would you do such …'

“Oh, my piercing,” you say, nonchalantly.

“Why yes,” the princess replies, and you see a flush creep up from her chest and over her face. “Why ever would you do such a thing?”

Her voice sounds scandalized, but you also think you detect a hint of curiosity and envy.

“Well,” you say, “to make your pussy prettier. It also creates more . . . sensitivity.”

“More!?” the princess replies. “But I’m already . . .”

Her voice trails off as she turns even brighter red.

“Here we go,” the governess replies turning around. “I have two sets of clothes for you to pick from. You may have this yellow riding dress, it’s one of the princess’, or we have some riding leathers.”

You look at the dress, and realize it’s a riding dress, so the skirts, although voluminous, are actually divided, making them more like pants. The riding leathers, on the other hand, are a mix of cotton and leather pants, shirt, and a vest.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Ask for the dress.]]
*[[TBE: Ask for the riding leathers.]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth]]

TBE: Tell the princess you’d like to change

Robin — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:17:42 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“If I could change . . .” you begin, and watch as the princess’ face seems to light up. “Of course, of course,” she replies, and is already pulling down the curtains o…'

“If I could change . . .” you begin, and watch as the princess’ face seems to light up.

“Of course, of course,” she replies, and is already pulling down the curtains of the coaches interior. The coach itself lurches into motion, and you reach out your hands to steady yourself. The governess and the princess seem to have no problem at all. In fact, both women have their hands all over you, stripping you out of your wet clothes.

In a moment, you are completely naked, and the governess has stood to lift the bench seat she was sitting on, revealing a trunk with clothes and blankets, and a set of carefully stored weapons similar to those that Wickney was wearing.

“My goodness,” the princess says, and you look to her. Her eyes are pointed straight at your crotch. You look down to see if something strange has happened, and see nothing unusual. You’re naturally sparse hair is easy to shave away, and so you’ve always kept it that way.

Looking more closely, you realize what the princess is looking at.

Do you:
*[[TBE: See a pierced clit?]]
*[[TBE: See a tattoo?]]
*[[TBE: See a bead string?]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth]]

TBE: Tell Wickney you bumped your head

Robin — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:12:03 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You tentatively raise a hand to your forehead. “I think I bumped my head,” you say, and you rub at your sopping wet hair. “Ahh, well then, a good thing we were here, eh?…'

You tentatively raise a hand to your forehead.

“I think I bumped my head,” you say, and you rub at your sopping wet hair.

“Ahh, well then, a good thing we were here, eh?”

You can’t help but continue to look at Wickney and his weapon belt.

“Quickly, Wickney,” the young woman says. “We cannot be out much longer, or we will have to worry about Vassals.”

“Yes, m’lady,” Wickney replied. “May I present young Jennifer Lynn Rehder of Boulder Province. Miss Rehder, may I present Princess Regina.”

“Princess . . .” you start to say.

“Form up ranks,” Wickney yells to his men, and you are quickly hustled inside the carriage, where the princess and her governess are waiting.

“Oh dear,” the governess says. “You’re soaked through to the bone.”

“Yes, poor thing,” the princess replies. “Well, we can wrap you up here, and wash you when we get to the palace, or we might have something that will fit you in the bench?”

Do you:
*[[TBE: Ask the princess to be wrapped up]]
*[[TBE: Tell the princess you’d like to change]]
*[[TBE: Refuse both and say you’ll wait]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth]]

TBE: Throw your arms over your chest and blush

Robin — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:06:06 GMT

Robin:

Quickly, blushing, you wrap your arms over your chest to hide your breasts from the man’s eyes. Involuntarily, you shiver from the mud and cold water that has completely drenched your clothes. You look at the coach, out of which two women, both older than you, but one only by a couple of years, are peering down at you and your sorry state.

“Earl Wickney,” the younger girl’s voice orders. “Get that girl up into our coach immediately!”

“Absolutely he will not,” the older woman replies. “As your governess . . .”

“I will always listen to your advice,” the younger woman says. “But I will hold my own counsel.”

“And what if she is a Vassal?” the older woman asked.

You’re uncertain what the word means, but it seems to hold a touch of fear.

“Vassals don’t dress as young girls, fall into ditches, then blush and cover their breasts,” the young woman retorted. “Now, Earl, please ask the young-lady’s name, and guide her up to the coach.”

Earl Wickney bows quickly toward the coach, then walks toward you. He pulls off his coat, and quickly wraps it around your cold, muddy shoulders. You feel the warmth of him inside the coat, and it’s an immediate relief. The coat suggests something from Colonial America, around the late 1700s, but you notice that his weapon belt looks like something out of Star Wars, complete with an ornate, if very functional looking ray-gun of some type.

“You’re name, girl?” the earl asks you.

“Jennifer Lynn Rehder,” you reply, keeping your hands strategically over your chest.

“A strange name,” the earl replies. “Which province are you from?”

“Boulder,” you reply without thinking.

“I’m not familiar with Boulder Province,” Wickney replies. “Where is it from here?”

A thrill of fear runs through you as you realize you are, to coin a phrase, not in Kansas anymore.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Tell Wickney you bumped your head]]
*[[TBE: Tell Wickney Boulder is far away]]
*[[TBE: Pretend to faint and hope Wickney catches you]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth]]

Say, "Yes, but you have to watch."

Robin — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 22:37:17 GMT

Robin:

“You can stay,” you tell Shawn, checking out his muscular legs, arms and the bulge of his groin. “But you can only watch.”

“Sure,” Shawn says, smiling and makes himself comfortable on a chair across the room from you.

Adrea takes your hand and guides you down to the fluffy, white rug on the floor.

"Let's move down here," she tells you, “Lay down for me, beautiful.”

You lay down and Adrea steps over you, her ass in your face. She then moves to her hands and feet, placing her shaved pussy over your mouth, while she leans lays down, her lips touch your inner thigh with gentle kisses. You shiver at her touch, and do the same to her. Adrea kisses tenderly between your open pussy lips as you moan with pleasure and return the favor, licking her lips lightly to taste her juice.

Just then you hear a zipper.

Shawn, still smiling, has pulled out his enormous cock and is stroking it.

You look directly at him, your eyes on his as you lean forward and start to lick Adrea’s pussy with long, thick strokes of your tongue. She moans, her mouth muffled by your own pussy. Slowly, you allow your finger to slip into Adrea's wet hole. You thrust it in and out while tickling her clit with your tongue.

“Faster, baby,” Adrea urges you, and you realize that she’s finger-fucking your hole at the same time. You look over to see Shawn stroking his cock as fast as possible, his eyes on your two bodies.

“Get over here,” you tell Shawn, and he immediately rises, still jerking his cock off as he moves to your side. “Get in her cunt,” you say, and Shawn kneels down, allowing you to guide his cock inside Adrea’s pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Adrea moans, and her tongue and fingers lash at your wet pussy.

“That’s right, slut,” you tell Adrea, and you lean up to lick Shawn’s balls, pulling them into your mouth.

“Oh my god,” Shawn moans, and his cock drives in and out of Adrea’s dripping cunt while you lick the two of them.

“Cum in her,” you cry, as you feel your own orgasm starting. Adrea is screaming into your pussy with pleasure, and Shawn starts to jerk, filling her cunt with his cum. Some of it leaks out and you greedily lap it up, sucking it down your throat.

After all the action you are feeling quite sleepy.

Do you:
*[[Ask Shawn to stay the night with you]]
*[[Say goodbye to Shawn and go to bed]]

[[Category:A girl on girl MY FIRST TIME]]

Say, "Sure, the more the better."

Robin — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 22:28:14 GMT

Robin:

“Mmm,” you say, as you run a hand down Shawn’s chest feeling his well-sculpted pecs, “The more the merrier.”

Shawn wastes no time removing his clothes, revealing a well-toned body, with hard abs that your fingers are dying to touch.

For the moment, though, Shawn appears more interested in Adrea. He leans into her, and the two of them kiss passionately. Adrea pulls him over to the love seat, while she beckons to you to join them. She sits down, spreads her legs wide, and Shawn immediately places his head down on her pussy, licking her furiously. Adrea moans with pleasure, and takes your hand, pulling you up next to her and guiding your mouth to her breast.

You begin to suck at her dark nipples and feel it harden immediately in your mouth. Adrea’s hand is in your hair, grabbing at you. Shawn continues to suck at her pussy while you’re working her tit. As she gets closer and closer to orgasm, her hands start to scratch lines down your back. You moan in mixed pain and excitement, feeling your own pussy growing wetter and wetter.

“Oh, fuck me!’ Adrea screams, and her back arches. Shawn looks up, pussy juice glistening from his face.

“Your turn,” Shawn says. Adrea pulls you into her lap, with you sitting on her legs, and reaches around to play with your swollen clit. Shawn, still on his knees, pushes a finger up inside your tight cunt, stroking it easily with all the juices that are flowing.

“Stroke it for me, Shawn,” you tell him, and watch as he reaches down and starts to stroke his long, hard cock off for you. You’re so excited to see this, you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body.

“Now in me, Shawn,” you order. “I want your cock in my pussy!”

You open your legs, and Adrea opens your cunt as Shawn thrusts his long, hard, thick rod in inside you. This is all just to much. You begin to cum almost immediately. Spasms shake your body and cause Shawn to thrust faster. Shawn pulls his cock out of you and shoots a stream of white, sticky, hot cum on your tits. You reach down to rub some of the cum on your nipples, while Adrea plays lightly with your pussy. You lift some of the cum to your mouth and taste his salty-sweetness. Suddenly, Shawn jumps up and runs to his cloths on the floor.

"Sorry girls, I think I missed a call," he says as he removes his cell phone from his pocket.

He takes his cell phone outside and returns a moment later to say that he has to go. He tells you his boss just called and there is trouble with one of the rides.

"Rides?" you say.

"Yeah," says Shawn. "I work for an amusement park. One of our main rides is down. It has to be fixed by the time the park opens. You can come with me if you like," Shawn offers.

Do you:
*[[Go with him to the amusement park]]
*[[Tell him no thanks I think I will just stay here]]

[[Category:A girl on girl MY FIRST TIME]]

TBE: Allow the earl to pull you up

Robin — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 23:23:34 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'The earl reaches down for your hand, and, despite all his finery, he grabs yours, covered in mud and wet from the ditch. He is clearly strong, and you guess he’s probably good…'

The earl reaches down for your hand, and, despite all his finery, he grabs yours, covered in mud and wet from the ditch. He is clearly strong, and you guess he’s probably good with that saber on his hip, as well as the flintlock pistol that balances the other side.

With a quick tug, he pulls you out of the ditch, and onto the modestly more dry land of the road.

“This way, miss,” the earl says, and he guides you toward the carriage where the two women are waiting.

The carriage looks like something out of a fairy-tale. It is all white with golden-gilt edges, and is pulled by a matched pair of white horses with extra plumage jutting up from their heads. Two men, both dressed in matching coats of dark blue with black and white, sit on top of the coach. A third is standing behind the coach. Surrounding the coach is a mounted troop of soldiers, all looking very smart in their uniforms, but also, you think, very dangerous. They are carrying lances with banners at the tops, but the metal blades look sharp enough to do real damage. You also notice that each soldier has a rifle sticking out of a boot within easy reach.

“Your name . . . miss?” Wickney asks you, saying the last word as if it were something dirty.

“Jennifer,” you say. “Jennifer Lynn Rehder.”

“An interesting name,” the earl replies. “Presenting Miss Jennifer Lynn Rehder, m’ladies.”

The earl bows as he guides you toward the coach, where the older lady has opened the door. The younger lady moves over to make room for you, while she pulls several blankets out of a cubby. As you step inside, the younger girl wraps you up with one blanket, then uses another like a towel to dry your hair.

“Move along,” the older woman says, and the cart lurches into motion, with the clopping of horses and men all around you.

“Now,” the younger girl says. “I’m Lizzy, and this is my grandma-ma, Victora.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, while the younger girl continues to work on you with the blanket.

“No Miss Rehder,” the grandmother says. “You must get out of those wet things. You’ll catch your death!”

Lizzy pulls the curtains.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Start to take your clothes off as Victora ordered]]
*[[TBE: Tell Victora you’re not a lesbian]]
*[[TBE: Tell Victora that you’re fine]]

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[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]

TBE: Throw your arms over your chest and blush

Robin — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 22:49:09 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'Quickly, blushing, you wrap your arms over your chest to hide your breasts from the man’s eyes. Involuntarily, you shiver from the mud and cold water that has completely drenc…'

Quickly, blushing, you wrap your arms over your chest to hide your breasts from the man’s eyes. Involuntarily, you shiver from the mud and cold water that has completely drenched your clothes. You look at the coach, out of which two women, both older than you, but one only by a couple of years, are peering down at you and your sorry state.

“Earl Wickney,” the younger girl’s voice orders. “Get that girl up into our coach immediately!”

“Absolutely he will not,” the older woman replies. “As your governess . . .”

“I will always listen to your advice,” the younger woman says. “But I will hold my own counsel. Now, Earl, please ask the young-lady’s name, and guide her up to the coach.”

Earl Wickney bows quickly toward the coach, then walks toward you. He pulls off his coat, and quickly wraps it around your cold, muddy shoulders. You feel the warmth of him inside the coat, and it’s an immediate relief.

“You’re name, girl?” the earl asks you.

“Jennifer Lynn Rehder,” you reply, keeping your hands strategically over your chest.

“A strange name,” the earl replies. “Which province are you from?”

“Boulder,” you reply without thinking.

“I’m not familiar with Boulder Province,” Wickney replies. “Where is it from here?”

A thrill of fear runs through you as you realize you are, to coin a phrase, not in Kansas anymore.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Tell Wickney you bumped your head]]
*[[TBE: Tell Wickney Boulder is far away]]
*[[TBE: Pretend to faint and hope Wickney catches you]]

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TBE: Keep sitting where you are in his lap

Robin — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 01:59:07 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You make yourself comfortable, sitting in this man’s lap. He reaches down to pull out what looks like a flintlock pistol, and a wicked looking Bowie-style knife. Your eyes go…'

You make yourself comfortable, sitting in this man’s lap. He reaches down to pull out what looks like a flintlock pistol, and a wicked looking Bowie-style knife. Your eyes go wide as you look at these two weapons, and the man must sense your apprehension because he leans forward to whisper into your ear.

“They’re not for you, pretty,” he says. “Just stay close and we’ll both live.”

For some reason, you believe the man, and you relax, leaning your back against his chest, and making yourself a little more comfortable. As you’re moving your ass to a better position, you hear the clatter of booted feet, and what can only be the rattle of weaponry. Suddenly, from between the crates, you can see torches and men running in all directions, carrying archaic weapons that look like flintlock rifles. Some have a pistol like the man, and are wearing swords.

Just where the hell have you found yourself?

It seems like forever that the soldiers are running around in the street outside the alley. The man drapes his arms over your shoulders, letting his hands relax, and his weapons dangle in front of your breasts. He shifts his legs underneath you, and you realize that part of him is harder than it should be! This man has a hard-on from your sitting in his lap!

You raise your hand to muffle a giggle, but as you bounce your body against his, that only seems to make him harder. Beneath your ass, his cock is throbbing, pulsing against you. Even in such a dangerous situation, with such a dangerous man, he is still thinking about sex.

After what seems like a full house, the soldiers form up and move along. None have even come down the alley where you are hiding. The man returns his weapons to their sheaths, and you realize that his hardness has also faded. You begin to rise up, but the man places a heavy hand on your shoulder, bringing you back into his lap.

“Not yet,” he says. “A little while longer.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Tell him its been nice, but you’re done sitting in this alley]]
*[[TBE: Sit down hard, to let him know what you think of his idea]]

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TBE: Scream for help to the soldiers

Robin — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 01:47:50 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“Over here,” you scream. “He’s over here!” “Stupid whore, slut, cunt,” the man curses and tries to shove you off his lap. You grab onto his clothing and refuse t…'

“Over here,” you scream. “He’s over here!”

“Stupid whore, slut, cunt,” the man curses and tries to shove you off his lap.

You grab onto his clothing and refuse to budge.

“Hurry,” you yell. “He’s getting away.”

“Form a line,” you hear someone call.

You’re not certain why they’re forming a line, when they should just come over and cuff this guy. A moment later you realize your mistake.

“Take aim,” the same voice commands. “Fire!”

“No, wait . . .” but it’s too late. A deafening roar of musket-fire drowns out your words. You don’t know it, but at least twenty .70-calibre bullets shred through the covering crates, and tear huge holes through both your body and the man’s. You jerk and spasm, falling to the ground, with blood pouring from what is left of your chest and stomach. The pain is incredible. It feels like your entire body is on fire. You try to look over at the man, and realize that one of your eyes has been destroyed. The man appears to be dead.

“Second line,” the voice commands, “Take aim. Fire!”

Another deafening roar reports as twenty more bullets reduce what is left of your body to bloody chunks of flesh.

So maybe you should have listened to the man after all.

Your adventure ends here, unless you want to go back and . . .

*[[TBE: Do as the man says]]

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TBE: Do as the man says

Robin — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 01:40:37 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You’re not a girlie-girl yourself, so the mans hand doesn’t bother you, but at the same time, the arm wrapped around your face seems impressively strong, and you can tell fro…'

You’re not a girlie-girl yourself, so the mans hand doesn’t bother you, but at the same time, the arm wrapped around your face seems impressively strong, and you can tell from the way he presses against your back and ass, that he’s much bigger. You may be strong, and a good wrestler, but there’s no way you could muscle this guy.

It’s safer to just do as he says.

“Get down here,” the man whispers harshly, and pulls you to him like a toy doll.

You follow his commands completely, letting him pull you back behind a pile of crates and under some old sacking. This is just like one of those fantasy movies, except the crates smell of fish and the sacking is itchy and, you suspect, full of fleas.

You find yourself sitting in the man’s lap. If it were under other circumstances, you think it might be nice to sit against such strong thighs and hips.

“I need my hands,” the man says. “If you promise to not scream, I’ll release you. Nod if you agree.”

You nod once, and the man’s hand slowly drops from your mouth.

A moment later there is the clatter of feet, and what sounds like weapons. Men shout, and cry out, there is more running, and then you can see torches and lanterns casting crazy, demonic-looking shadows everywhere. You’re fairly certain the men are soldiers, and that they’re looking for the man in whose lap you are sitting.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Scream for help to the soldiers]]
*[[TBE: Keep sitting where you are in his lap]]
*[[TBE: Ask the man who he is, and what’s going on]]

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TBE: Try to fight the two men before they rape you

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:48:24 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“Fuck you, you fucking fuck,” you say, and you twist and kick Willy in the face. He cries out in pain, and you pull your legs up under you, preparing to do your signature wr…'

“Fuck you, you fucking fuck,” you say, and you twist and kick Willy in the face. He cries out in pain, and you pull your legs up under you, preparing to do your signature wrestling move.

“Hey, you . . .” the second man starts, but he has not time.

You let him hold your wrists, using them as leverage, as you spin out and roll your entire body. You hands find his wrists, as you swing your legs around to the man’s side, and pull yourself to a kneeling position. He has clearly never had any wrestling training, or he would know to let go of you the moment you grabbed his wrists. But grappling has always been one of your strong suits, and you apply all your knowledge here.

You let go of one of his wrists, and put both hands on the other, bringing it around behind his back and force him to bend down, placing his head roughly against the cobbles, dirty and muck of the alley. He grunts in pain, but you aren’t through. These men were preparing to rape you, perhaps kill you, and not only are you through being a victim, but you aren’t about to let these men ply their trade on some other, less capable girl.

You bring the man’s wrist up, past the hammer-lock position, and keep pushing until you hear the pop-snap of something dislocating and breaking. He screams, and it’s the second sweetest sound you have ever heard.

Letting go of him, you turn to the first man, who is now recovering from your well-timed and well-placed kick. You bounce to your feet, ignoring the pain from your beating, and kick him square in his bare balls. You are loathe to touch him there, but the satisfaction of hearing him grunt as you deliver three more kicks to his groin is worth it. He slumps to the ground on his back, and you almost decide that he’s had enough.

Almost.

The first, sweetest sound you have ever heard comes after you jump up, and bring both of your heels down hard on this man’s chest. Ribs crack under the impact and he screams in beautiful, glorious pain from his new injuries.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Leave the alley and try to find somewhere safe]]
*[[TBE: Go through the two men’s coats and try to find anything useful]]

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TBE: Let the men have their way

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:38:17 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'Normally, you would struggle, fight, scream, yell, kick, and scream some more. But the beating you took has left you weak. The best you can manage is a weak grunt as Willy slid…'

Normally, you would struggle, fight, scream, yell, kick, and scream some more. But the beating you took has left you weak. The best you can manage is a weak grunt as Willy slides his enormous cock into your tight, virgin pussy. From the beating you took last night, that seems to be the only place where you weren’t sore. Willy is far from gentle, and you feel pain as his huge, thick rod is shoved into you. You try to relax, and let this man rape you, hoping if you’re quiet and still, he will finish quickly and be done.

Your pussy is one fire as Willy shoves in and out of your body, grunting as he does. Spit from Willy’s open mouth lands on your face, and you turn away, closing your eyes, and try imagining being somewhere else.

Suddenly, hot, wetness fills your pussy, and you realize that Willy has cum inside you. He thrusts weakly, jerking in and out of you, as he finishes taking his pleasure from you. He pulls his cock out, and you can see a mixture of fluids and blood on his shaft. He grins down at you, and reaches out to squeeze one of your small breasts roughly.

“There’s a good lassie,” Willy says. “Your turn Ted.”

Willy replaces Ted, holding your arms down, but you wouldn’t do anything at this point anyhow. You are broken, and have no will in the matter. You simply watch, as if you’re someone else, far away from this place.

Ted’s cock appears to be in just as good shape as Willy’s, in that it likely has a couple of unique diseases. He’s smaller than Willy, but that’s small consolation. Willy has already torn your inside, and Ted’s cock scrapes and grates as he grunts and shoves himself inside you.

Hot tears flow down your face as Ted finishes, adding his own cum to that of Willy’s. Ted buttons and buckles himself up, then he pulls out a dirty, nicked, and rusty knife. Willy chuckles as his rough hands squeeze at your wrists.

Despite its condition, the knife slices easily enough over your throat, cutting a ragged line through your jugular. Your eyes go wide, first with pain, and then with coughing and gagging as fluid fills your lungs and you begin to drown. Willy holds your arms through the entirety, as you slowly drown in your own blood.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been so passive?

THE END . . .

Unless you’d like to try again . . . Do you:
*[[TBE: Scream for help and hope someone will save you]]
*[[TBE: Try to fight the two men before they rape you]]

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TBE: Scream for help and hope someone will save you

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:26:44 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You start to draw in a deep breath, and the man pinning your hands looks down at you, his smile wide and evil. “Uh-oh, Willy,” he says. “She’s waking up.” “Well, T…'

You start to draw in a deep breath, and the man pinning your hands looks down at you, his smile wide and evil.

“Uh-oh, Willy,” he says. “She’s waking up.”

“Well, Ted,” Willy replied, his hand guiding his cock toward you. “Stuff a rag in her mouth!”

“HEL . . .” is as far as you manage, then Ted shoves a dirty, stinking rag into your mouth. He giggles a little, and you see some drool start to slide down the corner of his mouth. He is back to watching his partner, and you can see the growing bulge in his own pants. Clearly, this kind of thing excites Ted.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Let the men have their way]]
*[[TBE: Kick Willy in his willy and hope Ted lets go]]

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TBE: Open your eyes to see what’s going on

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:22:58 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'Only your right eye will open, and that only partially. The man apparently did a fine job on your face. You try to raise your hand to touch your swollen eye, and realize that s…'

Only your right eye will open, and that only partially. The man apparently did a fine job on your face. You try to raise your hand to touch your swollen eye, and realize that someone is holding your arms, pinning them to the ground.

You look above you and see a rough man with far too much hair and far too few teeth, grinning. He is not grinning at you, but rather at the man who is working on pushing your skirts up and exposing your body.

You feel like one giant bruise. Every movement is tinged with pain, soreness or both.

The man who is working on your skirts manages to pull them up over your stomach, and you are immediately aware of two things. First, that you aren’t wearing any underwear of any kind. Second, that you have absolutely no hair on your lower body.

“Give it to her, Willy,” the man holding your hands says. You watch in horror as Willy unbuckles his belt and pulls out the largest, thickest cock you’ve ever seen. It’s complete with foreskin and warts. It probably has at least three diseases, and Willy is pointing his willy right at you!

Do you:
*[[TBE: Let the men have their way]]
*[[TBE: Scream for help and hope someone will save you]]
*[[TBE: Try to fight the two men before they rape you]]

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TBE: Teach him a lesson and keep biting

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:15:54 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You chomp down on the man’s hand as hard as you can, hearing his muffled cries as your teeth sink deeper and deeper into the skin of his hand. Blood oozes across your tongue, …'

You chomp down on the man’s hand as hard as you can, hearing his muffled cries as your teeth sink deeper and deeper into the skin of his hand. Blood oozes across your tongue, and unthinking you swallow. For some reason, this seems to urge you on, and your hands come up to grab his forearm and keep his hand in his mouth. You feel the flesh start to part, tearing muscle, sinew and cartilage.

“Fucking cunt whore slut,” the man swears. “If that’s how you wish to play . . .”

Just as you’re certain that a huge chunk of flesh is about to tear loose from the man’s hand into your mouth, pain erupts on the side of your head, then in your left kidney, and finally against your ear. The world tunnels into a small field of vision, dark all around except for the small area you can still see. You gasp, and in that moment, the man pulls his hand clear. Then, both his fists start to rain blows down on your head, neck, chest and body.

You crumple to the ground, quickly losing consciousness. The last thing you’re aware of is that he’s started to kick you. You catch a booted toe in your teeth, and the world goes black.

Sometime later, you’re not certain how long, you’re awakened by rough hands on your body.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Open your eyes to see what’s going on]]
*[[TBE: Keep your eyes closed and hope they go away]]

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TBE: Try to bite the hand

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 22:10:13 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You have teeth, good ones, and expensive too! You decide to put them to good use. You take a deep breath, open your mouth as wide as it will go and clamp down like a pit-bull o…'

You have teeth, good ones, and expensive too! You decide to put them to good use. You take a deep breath, open your mouth as wide as it will go and clamp down like a pit-bull on a red-headed step child. Nothing is going to break your grip unless they break your jaw.

“Gods damn you, whore,” the man whispers his anger. “You’ll kill us both.”

He keeps his hand over your mouth, and you keep biting harder and harder. His skin is rough and dirty in your mouth, and suddenly you taste the salty-warmth of his blood as your canines and molars do what they were meant to: chew flesh.

“Fucking cunt,” the man’s anger is harsh in your ear, but you can also hear his pain.

He tries to pull his hand away from your mouth, but you’ve bitten too hard. You have a good Dinty-Moore sized piece of his flesh caught firmly.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Quit biting him]]
*[[TBE: Teach him a lesson and keep biting]]

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[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]

TBE: Do as Nelly says, and pick up the platter

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 17:02:21 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'Nelly seems to know you, and seems to think you work here. It might be best if you just went along with it for now, and then you could ask your questions of her later. Besides,…'

Nelly seems to know you, and seems to think you work here. It might be best if you just went along with it for now, and then you could ask your questions of her later. Besides, what’s a little waitressing going to hurt?

You scoop up the platter easily hefting it, and lift it awkwardly to your shoulder as the other girls seem to do. You even manage a slight curtsey toward Nelly, before you push through the double-doors and enter the riotous common room. The room is filled mostly with men, but some rough-looking women, talking, shouting, playing cards or dice. Besides the serving girls, there are a couple of other women who look, you think, to be prostitutes. They have their hair in fancy plaits atop their heads, and are wearing very colorful, if very revealing, clothing. They move around the room, sitting on the laps of men, and women, and calling for drinks from the bar.

There appear to be two kinds of serving girls, those who work from the bar and those who work from the kitchens. There is no order to how either works. Patrons call out for food or drink, and the nearest kitchen or bar girl brings it to them, takes their coins and then moves on to the next customer.

“Meat!” a voice yells, and you are spurred into action. You begin to make your way to a table, and immediately feel hands on your body. Some men are grabbing at your ass, others at your breasts. You look around to see other serving girls being similarly mauled, but no one says anything. Some of them deftly avoid the hands, slapping playfully and then dodging away from the men and women grabbing them.

As you are watching, and trying to avoid having your clothes ripped off, a husky woman puts both her hands on your hips and pulls you into her lap.

“Give us a kiss, love,” the woman says. Her breath reeks of beer, but she’s easily as strong as a man.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Tell her no, and try to get away]]
*[[TBE: Give her a kiss, and try to get away]]
*[[TBE: Try to think of something else]]

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TBE: Stop running, this person obviously knows you

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 16:48:44 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You skid to a halt on the wet and broken cobbles of the alleyway, and see a rectangle of yellow light spilling out onto the stones. Framed by a doorway, a woman, dressed almost …'

You skid to a halt on the wet and broken cobbles of the alleyway, and see a rectangle of yellow light spilling out onto the stones. Framed by a doorway, a woman, dressed almost exactly the same as you, except with the laces of her shirt loose, exposing an impressive expanse of cleavage, stands with her hands on her hips. She has a white apron tied around her hips, with a pocket sewn in the front. It looks like something is in the pocket, but you can’t make it out.

“There you are, you silly slut,” the woman says.

“Excuse me?” you say, angry at the assertion.

“Oh, don’t play the cat-bird with me, you little twit,” the woman replies, unimpressed with your anger. “Nelly was young once herself. But I always got my work done before I let some lad diddle me in the alley!”

The woman steps out of the doorway, grabs one of your arms in her hand, and pulls you through the doorway, and into the light.

You find yourself in a kitchen, busy with the clatter of plates, pots, spoons, and voices. The heat of the stoves, apparently stoked by wood and charcoal, is impressive. There isn’t a cook or serving girl who doesn’t have beads of sweat on their face from being in the room, which probably accounts for why all the serving girls have unlaced their shirts revealing plenty of skin. Against the far wall, opposite where you’re standing, is a set of rough, wooden, double-doors. They open quickly to admit serving girls carrying empty or full platters, and raucous noise from the room beyond.

“Get to work, Jenny!” Nelly cries, and she half-shoves you toward a platter of greasy meats. “Those sailors and miners aren’t going to serve themselves.”

Do you:
*[[TBE: Do as Nelly says, and pick up the platter]]
*[[TBE: Ignore Nelly, and run back the way you came]]

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TBE: Run, like he says

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 16:31:59 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'Without pausing to think, you turn away from the man and start to run. The bulkiness of your skirts makes this difficult, so you reach down with both hands and lift them up abov…'

Without pausing to think, you turn away from the man and start to run. The bulkiness of your skirts makes this difficult, so you reach down with both hands and lift them up above your knees. You dash down the alley way, splashing through puddles of muck and grime, and through smells you would rather not think about.

Behind you, there are loud, angry voices. Men shouting at each other. Then you hear what can only be a gunshot, followed by several replies almost at once. Without a doubt, the man you were with is now dead. For some reason, this causes you to feel a sudden loneliness, as if part of you has just shriveled up and died.

You feel hot tears fill your eyes, but you’re too focused on your running to notice them.

“Jenny!” you hear a woman’s voice call to you.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Ignore the voice and keep running]]
*[[TBE: Stop running, this person obviously knows you]]

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User talk:Platypus

Robin — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 16:24:55 GMT

Robin: /* The Battle for the Earth */

Since this page has become rather cluttered, I've moved old discussions to the archive page below. Feel free to leave new messages here. I'll get back to you ASAP!

Hi you sent me a message before on putting the status bar into stories I edit, can you give me a link to a tutorial on tha? Beacause I'm not sure where that is in the help section.
Thanks a bunch!
INferno77

New Contributor
Hey, I am completely new to the site and was wondering what you thought about my contribution in the War & Sex storyline?
Thank you for linking my page to the index too btw, I am just a starter after all and am still getting used to everything.
Please get back to me with comments and suggestions as I do not want to "rock the boat." Haha hope to hear from you soon.
Ollie Williams

== About Contributing ==
I'm more than happy to follow you're guidelines but you weren't very specific about what you didn't like. I am
new to site, so bear with me. How did I deviate from the story style for one thing, I thought I followed it quite accuratley
from what I had read until that point. The page your reffering to that was a dead end, I was going to finish editing it
actually, it wasn't finished, I was going to have him go back to his apartment. (the arc had to logically end at some point,
but I realised you probly didn't want me to end the story). I didn't finish since I had to eat dinner lol. Also, my grammar
is fine and if anything only needs minor editing. What structuring? You mean text codes? How are they wrong?
Anyhoo, hope you get back to me,
Numenorean

- Dear Platypus,
We, the users behind "'''Hey its'''", would like to thank you for the unban. We promise
not to be abusive to others' stories or the site - yes, other users' stories have unlimited possibilities,
but it adds that special zazz to ours. We would like to call a truce between us, and an agreement for you to leave our edits
alone or a notification of said edit.
Thank you,
'''Jim's Barbeque'''

- Dear Platypus,
In regards to your last message: we are not trying to annoy you nor draw your wrathful ire. Our underlying plot
simply drew itself, unbidden, from the path we had intended it to take, and those involved in the wrongful tainting of this fine
site's front page have been forcibly restrained from accessing the account. To give a short little tantalizing taste
of our grand scheme, our connection to other stories is like the intertwining of supporting chains that come together in unity to
form a massive bridging masterpiece. But we are not acting upon a roguish, free-form method; nay, for graceful
and generous contact is made between the affected and ourselves, in one way or another. Those who have coldly abandoned
the loving, harmonious community supporting this website are subject only to the most subtle, unassuming involvement
that tarnishes not any name, in any one's opinion. Your contact with us is invaluable to our cause, and we would be subject
to only the finest honour if you were to keep in touch with any further snags along this fine road we trod.
Thank you,
'''Jim's Barbeque'''

- Dear Platypus,
We are extremely thankful for the revival of our long sought-after story page. While we respectfully disagree that it does not
belong in "World's End", we agree to not repost it within that story.
Thank you,
'''Jim's Barbeque'''

== Deletions Requested ==

Sorry about the little mess, but I prefer the hyphen over the slash. Anyway, here are the blanked pages:
*[[Nightcaps/Stare back]]
*[[Nightcaps/Keep staring]]
*[[Nightcaps/Jeffrey's leaving?]]
*[[Nightcaps/What's wrong?]]
*[[Nightcaps/Holding Jeffrey's hand]]
Oh and if I can ever make it easier on you by doing something differently (still getting the hang of CYOA, not to mention wiki-editing in general), don't hesitate to point out my noobery. I obviously don't need to invite you to change anything that... well, that you would change anyway, haha. Thanks! [[User:NightChime|NightChime]] 03:00, 19 October 2009 (PDT)

[[User talk:Platypus/Archive1]]

== Please Contribute more! ==

You're probably the user that is on this site the most and are really creative, can you please contribute more to my story, "High School?"(Just not Gothic male or female please!)

Thanks--[[User:Gr1mm|Gr1mm]]

'''EDIT''':
Hey, there is something I would like you to do on my High School story. the link is here: *[["Um, well I thought we were going to....Well....You know....Do it...." you say nervously and embarassed.]] It's the ONLY thing (so far) that I would like you to do on goth. I chose you, because you're incredibly descriptive, you're good at writing all the sex and stuff, and you're pretty much one of the only trustworthy people on here. You can also edit any other page that branches off of that little page(if you know what I mean; I'm not good at explaining). I think it would be pretty cool if you used one of the props already in equipment. (it's in '''''Bold Italic''''') And weird stuff could happen, like their eyeliner, or their lipstick smears and ''stuff''. And if you want, Allison can use anything she has in her room (Use your imagination ;) ). And If it wouldn't bother you, you could do both points of view, from Jace's and Allison's point of view. It'll also show you what's already in her inventory. (Allison's point of view:*[["Um, well I thought we were going to....Well....You know....Do it...." Jace asks nervously.]])Please, if you get this, leave me a comment on my discussions page.

Thanks--[[User:Gr1mm|Gr1mm]]

== Hey Platypus ==

Hey platypus. You know my story, [[13 years]]. While it may not be a CYOA, I don't know where else to put it. So even though it doesn't belong here, can I continue doing it? PLEEASSSE? With a cherry on top(lol)?--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 06:25, 17 October 2009 (PDT)

Okay, well about the [[13 years]] topic, I'll fix it tomorrow. I will add choices instead, so no worries.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 17:00, 17 October 2009 (PDT)

== Telling when a story was last worked on ==

Is there a way to tell when a story was last added to? I want to do a bit of maintenance and move some stories into the Pit of Abandoned Stories, but unless I check every page, it's hard to tell if the story's been inactive since it was started last year, or if someone just added a page last Tuesday. Thanks. --[[User:Rawar|Rawar]] 15:25, 27 October 2009 (PDT)

==Tutorial==
I have started a [[Tutorial]]. If you want to give me a couple days, I can finish most of the pages myself (except for the video embedding. I'm not even sure that's possible. I heard someone talk about it in a story though.), but there may be some topics I've overlooked. If there are, would you please add them? Would you also make sure the info I included is accurate? Lastly, I'm not really sure where the appropriate place to put it would be. Right now it's residing in the G stories section. Maybe you can find a good place for it. --[[User:Rawar|Rawar]] 22:46, 28 October 2009 (PDT)

== Reversion needed? ==
Looks like the main page may need to be reverted. All the PG-13 stories found their way into the Quizzes section. Looks like it's a job only a sysop can do. --[[User:Rawar|Rawar]] 13:45, 30 October 2009 (PDT)

== What do you mean? ==

When you posted me about me taking away catagories for my pages, I misunderstood you. Do you mean you want me to start putting them, or not deleting them? I'm not the one who's been getting rid of them. In fact, I wouldn't even know how. Please don't delete my pages.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 13:10, 13 November 2009 (PST)

what are you talking about? I never deleted it. Honostly! But, uh, yeah, I'll make sure I make catagories for my pages.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 18:14, 13 November 2009 (PST)

After a little bit of thought, I've come to a decision. I'll be leaving the website. Er..I guess a better way to put is I won't be editing anymore. I used to do it all the time, but I just find it kind of boring now. So, yeah, see ya later, I guess.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 16:15, 14 November 2009 (PST)

== Blablob is BACK, baby! ==

Hello, I'm back. Yes, after a while of thought and whatnot, I decided I'd give this place a second go. Now, my other stories--13 years, Icarly, and a few others--it's all behind me. I'm going to start focusing more on PG 13 stories rather than mature stories, and I'll probably work on 1 story, and make it really good, rather than making a bunch of stories. It won't be anything like 13 years: a long story with long chapters with barely any choices to make; I'm coming back for a fresh start. So, I hope you are glad to have me back, and I promise to take consideration into my mistakes in the past.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 13:28, 19 December 2009 (UTC)

== Sorry About The Grammar ==

Last night I was pretty tired when I was typing all of that storyline. I ended up kind of ignoring all my mistakes... Thanks for the future reminder though.
--[[User:Kevinsims22|Orpheus]] 21:27, 24 December 2009 (UTC)

== A story ==

I know its not you genre of writing... But I found a story in the pit of abandoned stories that had nothing in it so i decided to take hold of it.. I was wondering if maybe you could help me out with it considering I know how great you are with your stories. Write now I only have about ten or so pages on it but I want it to be restored and out of the grave yard so I was wondering if you could help me with 5,000 B.C. [http://editthis.info/choose_Your_Own_Adventure/5,000_B.C.]

--[[User:Kevinsims22|Orpheus]] 03:07, 26 December 2009 (UTC)

== Guess I should report this to you ==

So while reading Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates about a week ago I reached the page [[knock at the door]] which had an odd code.

http:// editthis.info/choose_your_own_adventure/Password_here

Supposedly a browser was to appear in which you could enter the password but obviously it’s not working. I briefly read the Wikipedia help articles but found no helpful information on how to fix it. So I used categories to cheat and get to the next page. I would have told you earlier but for some reason I did not.

So I’m wondering if this is some sort of bug that happened when the database was transferred and if it can be fixed. If not I can just start a new page at the page were you get the password and copy the entire story into a new story arc identical to the normal one except that you know the password.

Also, happy New Year and merry Christmas in arrears. (If you’re into that sort of thing).

[[User:Fletcher Peninsula]]

== Hey Platypus!! :D ==

This is what you wrote (I'll put in bold the things I wrote): Please follow the style of the story you are working on '''I don't get it, do you mean by this that I have to continue writing pages for Burning Leaves or does it mean that I have to write in third person in every page where I write? (which is the style I normally use)''' . The pages in University Daze do not start with dashes '''What are dashes? (I searched in my dictionary and it described the word as lines but I don't think it means that)''' . And again, include the category on every page you write. '''I would do that if I knew how to but I don't (*sigh* I still have a lot to learn about CYOA). Btw what to you mean with again? You never told me to before.'''

-pandafoxygirl- 17 January 2010 at 8:34 am (European time)
Um excuse me but i didnt post it, I think so how would you even know it's incomplete and I'm new to the whole choose adventure thing so please at first their all going to be choppy but you dont have to threaten to delete it how would you like it if I threatened to delete something of yours?
--[[User:Caterius|Caterius]] 00:22, 19 January 2010 (UTC)
Um okay could you please help me out on my story then please and thankyou.--[[User:Caterius|Caterius]] 14:33, 19 January 2010 (UTC)

== Thanks ==

Oh, now I get it (I think), thanks. It's just that I'm actually Dutch, I'm pretty good at English but I still have to learn a lot.

Oh sorry then, I didn't think of it that way.

Okay then, from now on I'll also add categories to the page.

Thanks for helping me out ^_^;

pandafoxygirl 08:09, 17 January 2010 (UTC)

== The Battle for the Earth ==

Hi Platypus! I was hoping you could move "The Battle for the Earth" from the Pit back into the active list. I've started working on this, cleaning it up and running some interesting story lines through it. I'd like to be open for others to add to. Thanks! -Robin

Thanks for moving it back! - Robin

User talk:Platypus

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 23:40:40 GMT

Robin: /* The Battle for the Earth */ new section

User talk:Platypus

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 23:39:58 GMT

Robin:

User talk:Platypus

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 23:39:17 GMT

Robin:

Hi Platypus! I was hoping you could move "The Battle for the Earth" from the Pit back into the active list. Thanks! -Robin

Since this page has become rather cluttered, I've moved old discussions to the archive page below. Feel free to leave new messages here. I'll get back to you ASAP!

Hi you sent me a message before on putting the status bar into stories I edit, can you give me a link to a tutorial on tha? Beacause I'm not sure where that is in the help section.
Thanks a bunch!
INferno77

New Contributor
Hey, I am completely new to the site and was wondering what you thought about my contribution in the War & Sex storyline?
Thank you for linking my page to the index too btw, I am just a starter after all and am still getting used to everything.
Please get back to me with comments and suggestions as I do not want to "rock the boat." Haha hope to hear from you soon.
Ollie Williams

== About Contributing ==
I'm more than happy to follow you're guidelines but you weren't very specific about what you didn't like. I am
new to site, so bear with me. How did I deviate from the story style for one thing, I thought I followed it quite accuratley
from what I had read until that point. The page your reffering to that was a dead end, I was going to finish editing it
actually, it wasn't finished, I was going to have him go back to his apartment. (the arc had to logically end at some point,
but I realised you probly didn't want me to end the story). I didn't finish since I had to eat dinner lol. Also, my grammar
is fine and if anything only needs minor editing. What structuring? You mean text codes? How are they wrong?
Anyhoo, hope you get back to me,
Numenorean

- Dear Platypus,
We, the users behind "'''Hey its'''", would like to thank you for the unban. We promise
not to be abusive to others' stories or the site - yes, other users' stories have unlimited possibilities,
but it adds that special zazz to ours. We would like to call a truce between us, and an agreement for you to leave our edits
alone or a notification of said edit.
Thank you,
'''Jim's Barbeque'''

- Dear Platypus,
In regards to your last message: we are not trying to annoy you nor draw your wrathful ire. Our underlying plot
simply drew itself, unbidden, from the path we had intended it to take, and those involved in the wrongful tainting of this fine
site's front page have been forcibly restrained from accessing the account. To give a short little tantalizing taste
of our grand scheme, our connection to other stories is like the intertwining of supporting chains that come together in unity to
form a massive bridging masterpiece. But we are not acting upon a roguish, free-form method; nay, for graceful
and generous contact is made between the affected and ourselves, in one way or another. Those who have coldly abandoned
the loving, harmonious community supporting this website are subject only to the most subtle, unassuming involvement
that tarnishes not any name, in any one's opinion. Your contact with us is invaluable to our cause, and we would be subject
to only the finest honour if you were to keep in touch with any further snags along this fine road we trod.
Thank you,
'''Jim's Barbeque'''

- Dear Platypus,
We are extremely thankful for the revival of our long sought-after story page. While we respectfully disagree that it does not
belong in "World's End", we agree to not repost it within that story.
Thank you,
'''Jim's Barbeque'''

== Deletions Requested ==

Sorry about the little mess, but I prefer the hyphen over the slash. Anyway, here are the blanked pages:
*[[Nightcaps/Stare back]]
*[[Nightcaps/Keep staring]]
*[[Nightcaps/Jeffrey's leaving?]]
*[[Nightcaps/What's wrong?]]
*[[Nightcaps/Holding Jeffrey's hand]]
Oh and if I can ever make it easier on you by doing something differently (still getting the hang of CYOA, not to mention wiki-editing in general), don't hesitate to point out my noobery. I obviously don't need to invite you to change anything that... well, that you would change anyway, haha. Thanks! [[User:NightChime|NightChime]] 03:00, 19 October 2009 (PDT)

[[User talk:Platypus/Archive1]]

== Please Contribute more! ==

You're probably the user that is on this site the most and are really creative, can you please contribute more to my story, "High School?"(Just not Gothic male or female please!)

Thanks--[[User:Gr1mm|Gr1mm]]

'''EDIT''':
Hey, there is something I would like you to do on my High School story. the link is here: *[["Um, well I thought we were going to....Well....You know....Do it...." you say nervously and embarassed.]] It's the ONLY thing (so far) that I would like you to do on goth. I chose you, because you're incredibly descriptive, you're good at writing all the sex and stuff, and you're pretty much one of the only trustworthy people on here. You can also edit any other page that branches off of that little page(if you know what I mean; I'm not good at explaining). I think it would be pretty cool if you used one of the props already in equipment. (it's in '''''Bold Italic''''') And weird stuff could happen, like their eyeliner, or their lipstick smears and ''stuff''. And if you want, Allison can use anything she has in her room (Use your imagination ;) ). And If it wouldn't bother you, you could do both points of view, from Jace's and Allison's point of view. It'll also show you what's already in her inventory. (Allison's point of view:*[["Um, well I thought we were going to....Well....You know....Do it...." Jace asks nervously.]])Please, if you get this, leave me a comment on my discussions page.

Thanks--[[User:Gr1mm|Gr1mm]]

== Hey Platypus ==

Hey platypus. You know my story, [[13 years]]. While it may not be a CYOA, I don't know where else to put it. So even though it doesn't belong here, can I continue doing it? PLEEASSSE? With a cherry on top(lol)?--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 06:25, 17 October 2009 (PDT)

Okay, well about the [[13 years]] topic, I'll fix it tomorrow. I will add choices instead, so no worries.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 17:00, 17 October 2009 (PDT)

== Telling when a story was last worked on ==

Is there a way to tell when a story was last added to? I want to do a bit of maintenance and move some stories into the Pit of Abandoned Stories, but unless I check every page, it's hard to tell if the story's been inactive since it was started last year, or if someone just added a page last Tuesday. Thanks. --[[User:Rawar|Rawar]] 15:25, 27 October 2009 (PDT)

==Tutorial==
I have started a [[Tutorial]]. If you want to give me a couple days, I can finish most of the pages myself (except for the video embedding. I'm not even sure that's possible. I heard someone talk about it in a story though.), but there may be some topics I've overlooked. If there are, would you please add them? Would you also make sure the info I included is accurate? Lastly, I'm not really sure where the appropriate place to put it would be. Right now it's residing in the G stories section. Maybe you can find a good place for it. --[[User:Rawar|Rawar]] 22:46, 28 October 2009 (PDT)

== Reversion needed? ==
Looks like the main page may need to be reverted. All the PG-13 stories found their way into the Quizzes section. Looks like it's a job only a sysop can do. --[[User:Rawar|Rawar]] 13:45, 30 October 2009 (PDT)

== What do you mean? ==

When you posted me about me taking away catagories for my pages, I misunderstood you. Do you mean you want me to start putting them, or not deleting them? I'm not the one who's been getting rid of them. In fact, I wouldn't even know how. Please don't delete my pages.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 13:10, 13 November 2009 (PST)

what are you talking about? I never deleted it. Honostly! But, uh, yeah, I'll make sure I make catagories for my pages.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 18:14, 13 November 2009 (PST)

After a little bit of thought, I've come to a decision. I'll be leaving the website. Er..I guess a better way to put is I won't be editing anymore. I used to do it all the time, but I just find it kind of boring now. So, yeah, see ya later, I guess.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 16:15, 14 November 2009 (PST)

== Blablob is BACK, baby! ==

Hello, I'm back. Yes, after a while of thought and whatnot, I decided I'd give this place a second go. Now, my other stories--13 years, Icarly, and a few others--it's all behind me. I'm going to start focusing more on PG 13 stories rather than mature stories, and I'll probably work on 1 story, and make it really good, rather than making a bunch of stories. It won't be anything like 13 years: a long story with long chapters with barely any choices to make; I'm coming back for a fresh start. So, I hope you are glad to have me back, and I promise to take consideration into my mistakes in the past.--[[User:Blablob|Blablob]] 13:28, 19 December 2009 (UTC)

== Sorry About The Grammar ==

Last night I was pretty tired when I was typing all of that storyline. I ended up kind of ignoring all my mistakes... Thanks for the future reminder though.
--[[User:Kevinsims22|Orpheus]] 21:27, 24 December 2009 (UTC)

== A story ==

I know its not you genre of writing... But I found a story in the pit of abandoned stories that had nothing in it so i decided to take hold of it.. I was wondering if maybe you could help me out with it considering I know how great you are with your stories. Write now I only have about ten or so pages on it but I want it to be restored and out of the grave yard so I was wondering if you could help me with 5,000 B.C. [http://editthis.info/choose_Your_Own_Adventure/5,000_B.C.]

--[[User:Kevinsims22|Orpheus]] 03:07, 26 December 2009 (UTC)

== Guess I should report this to you ==

So while reading Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates about a week ago I reached the page [[knock at the door]] which had an odd code.

http:// editthis.info/choose_your_own_adventure/Password_here

Supposedly a browser was to appear in which you could enter the password but obviously it’s not working. I briefly read the Wikipedia help articles but found no helpful information on how to fix it. So I used categories to cheat and get to the next page. I would have told you earlier but for some reason I did not.

So I’m wondering if this is some sort of bug that happened when the database was transferred and if it can be fixed. If not I can just start a new page at the page were you get the password and copy the entire story into a new story arc identical to the normal one except that you know the password.

Also, happy New Year and merry Christmas in arrears. (If you’re into that sort of thing).

[[User:Fletcher Peninsula]]

== Hey Platypus!! :D ==

This is what you wrote (I'll put in bold the things I wrote): Please follow the style of the story you are working on '''I don't get it, do you mean by this that I have to continue writing pages for Burning Leaves or does it mean that I have to write in third person in every page where I write? (which is the style I normally use)''' . The pages in University Daze do not start with dashes '''What are dashes? (I searched in my dictionary and it described the word as lines but I don't think it means that)''' . And again, include the category on every page you write. '''I would do that if I knew how to but I don't (*sigh* I still have a lot to learn about CYOA). Btw what to you mean with again? You never told me to before.'''

-pandafoxygirl- 17 January 2010 at 8:34 am (European time)
Um excuse me but i didnt post it, I think so how would you even know it's incomplete and I'm new to the whole choose adventure thing so please at first their all going to be choppy but you dont have to threaten to delete it how would you like it if I threatened to delete something of yours?
--[[User:Caterius|Caterius]] 00:22, 19 January 2010 (UTC)
Um okay could you please help me out on my story then please and thankyou.--[[User:Caterius|Caterius]] 14:33, 19 January 2010 (UTC)

== Thanks ==

Oh, now I get it (I think), thanks. It's just that I'm actually Dutch, I'm pretty good at English but I still have to learn a lot.

Oh sorry then, I didn't think of it that way.

Okay then, from now on I'll also add categories to the page.

Thanks for helping me out ^_^;

pandafoxygirl 08:09, 17 January 2010 (UTC)

TBE: Tell him to leave you and the boy alone

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 22:02:55 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“Nothing,” you say to the man, defiant even with your chest half exposed to him and his troop. “You leave us . . .” “Quiet, whore!” one of the soldiers says, and ra…'

“Nothing,” you say to the man, defiant even with your chest half exposed to him and his troop. “You leave us . . .”

“Quiet, whore!” one of the soldiers says, and rams the butt of his musket into your stomach. You double over instantly in pain as the world tunnels in blackness to a small point.

“Now, now, Seamus,” the first soldier says. “Don’t damage the goods. Perhaps she’ll give us a group rate!”

There is another rough round of laughter, and some suggestions about doing just that.

“Aye, sergeant,” Seamus says.

There’s a sharp buzzing in your ears and you think you’re about to pass out.

“Be still, blossom,” the boy says softly. You look up to him and see he is perfectly calm, even though two of the soldiers have leveled their bayoneted muskets at his face.

“Yes blossom,” the sergeant says, and he stoops down to peer into your face, at the same time his rough, calloused hand grabs your nipple and pulls you up to standing. “Be still.”

The sergeant rounds on the boy, his fingers still pinching your nipple hard. “Who are you?”

“No one, sir,” the boy says. “Just sweethearts trying to find privacy.”

“At this hour?” the sergeant says. “Don’t you know there’s a curfew?”

“Yes sir,” the boy replies, and he seems perfectly in his element. “But you see, sir . . . that is . . . her father . . . he frowns on our relationship.”

“Oh,” the sergeant replies, disbelieving. “And who might he be, eh?”

“I’d rather not . . .” another soldier slams the butt of his musket in the boy’s stomach, but he takes the blow much better than you. He gasps, but straightens almost instantly.

“Answer the sergeant’s question,” the soldier says.

“MacGregor,” the boys says.

“The mayor?” the sergeant replies. “This is his daughter!?”

“Yes sir,” the boy says with a grunt that you think is only half real.

“Ahh, yes then,” the sergeant says, obviously distraught, and his hand comes away from your breast as if he were burned. “Well, then. Just doing our duty, you know. There’s a fugitive out, and you two looked suspicious.”

“Pardon, sergeant,” the boy replies. “But we won’t tell if you won’t.”

The sergeant looks at you again, his eyes resting on your bare breast, then nods. “Course not, lad. Course not. No harm. Just doing our duty. Move out you lot!”

Do you:
*[[TBE: Ask the boy what the hell is going on]]
*[[TBE: Lace up your shirt]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#90|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]

TBE: Try to help him

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:48:58 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'It’s the concern in those beautiful green eyes that moves you to act. Your mind moves quickly, and you remember seeing something from a Bond film. “Hurry, girl,” the boy …'

It’s the concern in those beautiful green eyes that moves you to act. Your mind moves quickly, and you remember seeing something from a Bond film.

“Hurry, girl,” the boy says, and he looks back down the alleyway.

“Put those away before you get us killed,” you hiss at him.

“What . . .” is all the boy manages before you shove him against the wall, grab his head, and pull him down for a long, hard, deep kiss. You grab both of his arms and pull them down to the side, hoping that wherever he keeps his weapons, he can find their homes quickly.

After a stunned moment, the boy breaks the kiss, secrets his knife up a sleeve, and his pistol behind his back, and then grabs you. He turns you quickly, pressing your back against the hard brick of the alleyway.

“Thank you,” he says, and before you can respond, his lips are hard against yours.

This time, you’re the stunned one. You open your mouth to his, your tongue squirming out to lick at his lips, and you feel a slight moment of resistance, as if he had never kissed like this before. Then his mouth opens and you taste his tongue on yours. Your hands go to his back, nails pulling at his coat even as you press your small chest against him.

“There, there!” a voice said, and suddenly the alley is filled with men.

You keep your eyes closed and continue to kiss the boy, who is now kissing you back with as much if not more passion.

“You there!”

The boy is grabbed roughly from behind and ripped from your arms. You scream, half in surprise and half for theatric effect. There is a rough chorus of laughter as the men see you, your back pressed against the wall, and you realize that somehow, the boy managed to unlace the front of your shirt and expose one of your breasts the nipple hard against the cold air. You hadn’t even paid attention to his hands!

“Well, well, well,” the man who has grabbed the boy says. “What have we here?”

He’s dressed in the same uniform as the other men, a blue overcoat with a blue vest and white shirt, black pants and black boots. He wears a short sabre-like sword, and has a pistol on the other side. All of the men in the alley, five or six you think, are carrying what look like muskets.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Tell him to leave you and the boy alone]]
*[[TBE: Say nothing and cover up your breast]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]

TBE: Nod, and be quiet

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:39:38 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'The man has a knife at your throat, and he’s twice your weight in pure muscle. If he wanted you dead or harmed he would have done it by now. Clearly, he’s trying to save hi…'

The man has a knife at your throat, and he’s twice your weight in pure muscle. If he wanted you dead or harmed he would have done it by now. Clearly, he’s trying to save himself, and perhaps you as well.

You decide to do what the man says, and slowly nod your head.

“Good,” he whispers. “I’ll kill you if I have to. I don’t want to, but it’s enough that you know I will. Do you understand?”

You nod again, slowly, and twice, to make certain the man knows you understand what he’s said.

Slowly, and keeping the knife at your throat, he drops his hand down from your mouth. He rests it against your chest, close to your left breast, and for a moment you wish he would cup that breast. But you squash that thought.

You don’t even know what this man looks like and you’re fantasizing about him!?

“Be still, be quiet and we’ll both live.”

You remain exactly as you are, with his arm around your chest, his knife still at your neck. A moment later, you hear what sounds like hooves on stone cobbles. You realize that you’re in a dark alleyway, behind a small alcove of brick. It might be a fireplace chimney, but it’s too dark to tell. Ahead of you is a street, lit by lamps. One of them is just within your field of vision, and you’re certain it’s a gas lamp.

“Look everywhere!” a voice commands, and you realize that this man is being hunted.

“Quickly, men,” another voice says, and you hear more hooves and under them boots. “Fix bayonets and down the alley.”

“Damn,” the man curses. His hand drops from your chest and comes up with an archaic looking flintlock pistol.

“You should run,” he says. “If they don’t see you, you might get away.”

You turn around and look into the disheveled face of a man who is really not much older than you are. He might be 18 or 19. He has long, blond hair, pulled back into a ponytail, with several locks falling out to frame his pale face. Light green eyes sparkle with the gaslight from the distant street. He is wearing a long brown coat over a vest and white linen shirt. His pants are cut strangely, and fastened to his waist with a thick leather belt, the buckle on his left hip. His shoes look like something out of the First Thanksgiving, with square toes and a buckle.

He looks from the alleyway to you, concern filling his eyes.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Run, like he says]]
*[[TBE: Try to help him]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]

TBE: Nod, then scream your head off

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:26:50 GMT

Robin:

''This bastard isn’t going to rape me'', you think, as you nod your head.

The man relaxes his grip and slowly removes his hand from your mouth. It stays on your shoulder, as does his knife.

“HELP ME!” you scream. “SOMEONE HEL . . .”

That’s as far as you get. The man’s knife stabs into your throat, then rips down and out your jugular. He releases you, but your freedom does you no good. Blood runs down your throat, quickly filling your lungs, and drowning you. Your hands come up, trying to close the painful wound, but there is no way your fingers can hold your neck together.

You die, spitting and gasping for air.

You’re a 16-year old girl. Why would you think you would win that fight?

Care to try again?

Do you:
*[[TBE: Nod, and be quiet]]
*[[TBE: Do nothing, you’re too scared]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]

TBE: Nod, then scream your head off

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:25:47 GMT

Robin: Created page with '‘’This bastard isn’t going to rape me’’, you think, as you nod your head. The man relaxes his grip and slowly removes his hand from your mouth. It stays on your shoul…'

‘’This bastard isn’t going to rape me’’, you think, as you nod your head.

The man relaxes his grip and slowly removes his hand from your mouth. It stays on your shoulder, as does his knife.

“HELP ME!” you scream. “SOMEONE HEL . . .”

That’s as far as you get. The man’s knife stabs into your throat, then rips down and out your jugular. He releases you, but your freedom does you no good. Blood runs down your throat, quickly filling your lungs, and drowning you.

You die, spitting and gasping for air.

You’re a 16-year old girl. Why would you think you would win that fight?

Care to try again?

Do you:
*[[TBE: Nod, and be quiet]]
*[[TBE: Do nothing, you’re too scared]]

{{Status|Equipment=Nothing|Health=#100|MP=#0|Level=#}}
[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]

TBE: Keep trying to scream

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:22:42 GMT

Robin: Created page with '''The hell'', you think, and you take in as much air as possible as you attempt to scream again. Unfortunately, with his hand so tight on your mouth, all that comes out is a lon…'

''The hell'', you think, and you take in as much air as possible as you attempt to scream again. Unfortunately, with his hand so tight on your mouth, all that comes out is a long, nearly silent peep.

“Do you want us both to be killed?” the man whispers harshly in your ear, his breath hot and fetid. “I said be quiet, wench!” To emphasize his point, you feel something cold, hard, and sharp pressed against your neck.

Your eyes go wide, and the air leaves your body. You let your next scream die on your lips, and instead reach your hands up to the man’s arm. It is thick with corded muscles standing out from the effort of holding your mouth closed. He’s easily a foot or more taller than you, and probably as much as a hundred pounds or more your weight. If he wants, he can probably break your neck.

“I’d like to take my hand away, but you must promise to be quiet,” the man says. “Nod if you agree.”

Do you:
*[[TBE: Nod, then scream your head off]]
*[[TBE: Nod, and be quiet]]
*[[TBE: Do nothing, you’re too scared]]

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TBE: Interrupt the earl and say yes

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:45:15 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“Yes,” you say. “She would like a hand out of this ditch.” “My goodness,” the grandmother says. “Such forwardness. It can hardly be accounted.” “Indeed,”…'

“Yes,” you say. “She would like a hand out of this ditch.”

“My goodness,” the grandmother says. “Such forwardness. It can hardly be accounted.”

“Indeed,” the girl says with the same hidden smile. “Earl Wickney, give the poor thing a hand up, and then invite her to our carriage.”

Earl Wickney looks momentarily shocked, but he moves forward to the edge of the ditch, positions himself, and reaches a hand down to you.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Allow the earl to pull you up]]
*[[TBE: Pull the earl down next to you]]

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TBE: Let it drop

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:42:30 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You watch as whatever the man has tossed toward you arcs into the air. You would have to jump to catch it, and you're in no mood to splash more water on yourself just to catch s…'

You watch as whatever the man has tossed toward you arcs into the air. You would have to jump to catch it, and you're in no mood to splash more water on yourself just to catch something this man could have handed you. The object catches the light with a quick twinkle, then lands with a plop about three feet from where you are standing, water still dripping from your rough, brown skirt.

"Ha, ha, ha," the girl laughs, and you can't help but look at her with more friendly eyes.

"That was a perfectly good florin," the man says half to you, and half to the girl in the coach.

"Perhaps she isn't interested in charity," the grandmother replies. "Perhaps she simply wants some courtesy."

The earl turns toward the women in the coach, looking from one to the other and then turns back to you.

"Would you have me give her a hand out of the ditch?” he asks, clearly meaning for it to be a rhetorical question.

But you’ve always had a sarcastic streak, and you’ve had enough of them talking about you as if you weren’t there.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Interrupt the earl and say yes]]
*[[TBE: Interrupt the earl and say no]]

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TBE: Scream

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:33:43 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“Ahhhh!” you scream. “Make it stop, make it stop!” A hand snakes out of nowhere, and wraps around your mouth. “Silence, foolish wench!” The hand at your mouth is …'

“Ahhhh!” you scream. “Make it stop, make it stop!”

A hand snakes out of nowhere, and wraps around your mouth.

“Silence, foolish wench!”

The hand at your mouth is strong, holding your chin and cheeks roughly. It also smells, and as you look down you realize it’s quite dirty, with nails that may have never been cleaned or seen clippers.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Keep trying to scream]]
*[[TBE: Try to bite the hand]]
*[[TBE: Do as the man says]]

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The Battle for the Earth

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:33:03 GMT

Robin:

(PLEASE NOTE: Feel free to add to this story, but use the TBE tag for each new choice. This will help keep this adventure clear of other stories. Thanks!)

Welcome, Jennifer Lynn Rehder! You have entered The Battle for Earth.

Here is what you know so far. You started as 16-year-old girl from Boulder City, Nevada, where you were known as something of a jock-nerd. You were on the cross-country team, the archery team, as well as the speech-debate team, but your favorite was the wrestling team where you have worked very hard and last year took third at State. The only thing you love more than wrestling is reading. You’re a little confused as to your sexuality, but your family and friends have been very supportive. You’ve dated both boys and girls, but nothing serious yet. Your grades were above average, but nothing spectacular.

Currently, you are 5'4” and 110 lbs of ripped steel. Many have commented on your shoulders and arms, which are a result of your athletics, and specifically of wrestling. You have dark-brown hair, which you mostly keep cut short and wear down. You have light-blue eyes, which gives you a very stark appearance and draws a lot of attention to your face. Your skin is, you think, a nice mixture of your Caucasian father and your Egyptian mother. Your body is toned and lithe, with B-cup breasts, a very flat stomach and abdomen.

You’ve always felt slightly out of place, and you’ve been drawn to heroic fantasy and steam-punk literature. You’ve read all the major authors, and started to delve into some more obscure sections of the library.

Which is where you start your adventure. You were sitting in the library, starting to read some book by Elizabeth Lynn, when you hear a low ringing. At first, you were able to ignore it, but it grew in strength, louder and louder, until it started to hurt your ears. You put your hands up to cover them, and looked around to see what was the cause. No one else seems to have noticed the sound but you. The ringing is still growing, and now you feel physical pain in both your ears and your head. You close your eyes and stand up, overturning your chair with a clatter. Someone asks you a question, but you can barely make out the voice, as if it’s from far away.

The ringing continues to grow until it drowns out even your own thoughts.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Scream]]
*[[TBE: Run away without knowing where you are going]]
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TBE: Ask the girl what she’s talking about

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:31:10 GMT

Robin: Created page with '“What the hell are you talking about?” you say. Normally, you wouldn’t curse, but in the last five minutes, everything has gone crazy, and you’ve woken up in an insane a…'

“What the hell are you talking about?” you say.

Normally, you wouldn’t curse, but in the last five minutes, everything has gone crazy, and you’ve woken up in an insane asylum! Clearly, the both the girl and her grandmother are no less shocked by your outburst. The grandmother gasps, snaps out a folding-fan and begins to flutter it in front of her face. The girl puts a lace-gloved hand to her mouth, but you can see a small smile behind her fingers.

“Miss,” the man says, drawing your attention back to him with the single curt word. “You will not speak so informal before landed gentry.”

Landed gentry? You know what that means. It means upper-class. It means these are privileged people who have titles and lands, and who probably have indentured servants and maybe even serfs who work for them.

“Earl Wickney,” the young girl says. “I think it quite understandable given how your soldiers pushed her off the road and into a . . . ditch.”

She says the last word as if giving it voice would also dirty her clothes.

Earl Wickney takes a deep breath, and then lets it out, clearly regaining his patience. You look at him and see he’s wearing some kind of soldier’s costume, with a coat of blue and red, the long lapels pulled back by shiny, brass buttons. He has a similarly colored vest over a fine, white shirt, with ruffles poking out up to his neck. His pants only come down to his knees, and are buttoned along the right and left side. He wears strange looking books that rise up above his knee to half his thigh in the front, but only up to the top of his calf in the back. At his side he has a sword, a cavalry saber you think, on his left, and a fancy looking pistol on his right.

“Quite right, m’lady,” the earl says. He reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a small leather bag with pull-strings. He opens the bag, pours something into his hand and fishes through it a moment before tossing an object to you.

Do you:
*[[TBE: Catch the object]]
*[[TBE: Let it drop]]

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TBE: Blush, but do nothing

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:20:14 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You feel the heat rise to your face, but hiding yourself now is no way to cover your embarrassment. Besides, you’ve been wrestling and showering in locker rooms for years now.…'

You feel the heat rise to your face, but hiding yourself now is no way to cover your embarrassment. Besides, you’ve been wrestling and showering in locker rooms for years now. You’re hardly shy when it comes to your body.

You do, however, reach up and pull your muddy, soaked shirt away from your chest so that your hard nipples and dark areolas do not show through.

“We are sorry,” the man who first spoke continues, “for forcing you off the road.”

“We are not!” the first woman says, and your eyes blaze as you look at her. She is clearly wearing a wig of some kind, like in those period-piece French movies, and she has far too much make up on her face. It’s clear that she is an older woman, and while she’s dry and wearing what you think is a silk dress, you realize it covers far less than your drenched shirt. Her cleavage, almost half of her breasts, are pressed tightly against the fabric and look in danger of popping out at any moment.

“Grandma-ma,” the second woman says, and you realize that she is not much older than you, perhaps 18 or 19. “We are sorry for any peasant girl. It is our duty to lift them from their base-born station.”

The girl is wearing a similar dress, and her breasts, larger than her grandmothers, also appear in danger of popping out. A part of your mind, not trying to make sense of the situation, wishes that they would, but you quickly squash that thought. You still don’t know what is going on!

Do you:
*[[TBE: Ask the girl what she’s talking about]]
*[[TBE: Tell them they don’t need to be sorry for you]]
*[[TBE: Ask the man or the girl for a towel]]

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TBE: Stand up to address the man

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:11:54 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'You quickly get to your feet, ignoring the water running down your hair, over your back and across your ass, where you realize you have no panties on either. Your light-blue eye…'

You quickly get to your feet, ignoring the water running down your hair, over your back and across your ass, where you realize you have no panties on either.

Your light-blue eyes look at the man with confusion, and you’re about to ask him what’s going on, where you are, and how you got here, when you realize that there is a whole line of people staring down at you.

“Mist girl,” a woman’s voice says, and you turn your attention to a coach where two women are peering down at you. “Show some decency.”

“What?” you say, uncertain what they are talking about.

“Your chest,” the other woman says. “You are . . . exposed. It’s . . . indecent.”

Do you:
*[[TBE: Throw your arms over your chest and blush]]
*[[TBE: Blush, but do nothing]]
*[[TBE: Tell the woman that it’s her fault you are “indecent”]]

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TBE: Run away without knowing where you are going

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:06:38 GMT

Robin: Created page with 'The ringing is too much. You have to get away. With your hands over your ears, and squinting your eyes, you try to run. You manage to take two or three steps before you start …'

The ringing is too much. You have to get away. With your hands over your ears, and squinting your eyes, you try to run.

You manage to take two or three steps before you start to trip on some kind of cloth that is attached to your body. With a vertiginous drop of your stomach, you trip. You pull your hands away from your ears, only barely realizing that the ringing has stopped, and put them in front of you.

SPLAT!

Your hands hit muddy water just moments before your face does. The clothing on your body, not the clothes you were wearing, is instantly soaked through to your skin. You cringe in the cold shock of the water and mud, as well as the sudden shift in surroundings.

On your knees, you raise one hand to clean your face of some water and much, and try to look around. You notice immediately that you are nowhere near the library you had been sitting in, and instead find yourself in some kind of ditch with about six inches of water. The ditch runs as far s you can see in both directions.

Looking down at yourself, you find you’re wearing a white shirt with laces up the front done in a neat, but now muddy, bow. The shirt is tucked into a coarsely woven brown skirt that would go almost to your ankles if you were standing. Your breasts, small as they are, have absolutely not support, and you can see your nipples, hard from the cold, through the water-soaked cloth.

“Make way,” a voice yells from your right, over the ditch. “Make way for the earl.”

“Mist girl,” a man’s voice says. “Why would you stand in front of a royal convoy?”

Do you:
*[[TBE: Stand up to address the man]]
*[[TBE: Tell the man to fuck off]]
*[[TBE: Look at the man but say nothing]]

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The Battle for the Earth

Robin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 18:55:45 GMT

Robin:

(PLEASE NOTE: Feel free to add to this story, but use the TBE tag for each new choice. This will help keep this adventure clear of other stories. Thanks!)

Welcome, Jennifer Lynn Rehder! You have entered The Battle for Earth.

Here is what you know so far. You started as 16-year-old girl from Boulder City, Nevada, where you were known as something of a jock-nerd. You were on the cross-country team, the archery team, as well as the speech-debate team, but your favorite was the wrestling team where you have worked very hard and last year took third at State. The only thing you love more than wrestling is reading. You’re a little confused as to your sexuality, but your family and friends have been very supportive. You’ve dated both boys and girls, but nothing serious yet. Your grades were above average, but nothing spectacular.

Currently, you are 5'4” and 110 lbs of ripped steel. Many have commented on your shoulders and arms, which are a result of your athletics, and specifically of wrestling. You have dark-brown hair, which you mostly keep cut short and wear down. You have light-blue eyes, which gives you a very stark appearance and draws a lot of attention to your face. Your skin is, you think, a nice mixture of your Caucasian father and your Egyptian mother. Your body is toned and lithe, with B-cup breasts, a very flat stomach and abdomen.

You’ve always felt slightly out of place, and you’ve been drawn to heroic fantasy and steam-punk literature. You’ve read all the major authors, and started to delve into some more obscure sections of the library.

Which is where you start your adventure. You were sitting in the library, starting to read some book by Elizabeth Lynn, when you hear a low ringing. At first, you were able to ignore it, but it grew in strength, louder and louder, until it started to hurt your ears. You put your hands up to cover them, and looked around to see what was the cause. No one else seems to have noticed the sound but you. The ringing is still growing, and now you feel physical pain in both your ears and your head. You close your eyes and stand up, overturning your chair with a clatter. Someone asks you a question, but you can barely make out the voice, as if it’s from far away.

The ringing continues to grow until it drowns out even your own thoughts.

Do you:
*[[TBE:Scream]]
*[[TBE: Run away without knowing where you are going]]
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[[Category: The Battle for the Earth|*]]
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