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Find a way to distract Marcus from the game.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 12:28:25 GMT

Ubunto123:

Even though it's all in good and fun, you kinda don't want to lose. Knowing Marcus, he might try to make you dress up in something silly so he can laugh at you and tell his sister about it.

Yes. This is for pride. I can't lose. You secretly tell yourself. But Marcus is too good at this game. How can you distract him enough to make him lose?

Without looking, you reach over to pinch his side. It worked, he jerked away and you were able to land a hit on his player.

"That was a cheap shot." He chuckled.

"I'm playing to win, sucker!" You griped playfully. You reach over again without looking to squeeze his knee. Again he reacts and you land another cheap shot.

"Two can play that game!" He reached over to squeeze the part of your waist that lie exposed from your tight tee. This time you jerk away with a giggle. Before long, the controllers are on the floor and the two of you are engaged in a full-on tickling battle.

After awhile of giggling, shoving, and kicking mostly on your part, he was able to overpower you and pinch you to the sofa. Suddenly, the two of you find yourselves in a compromising position with you laying on the sofa, legs spread apart, and Marcus on top of you.

"W..well, this is a bit awkward." He loosened his grip on your wrist and chuckled nervously.

"Hehe..yeah..." You could feel your face get hot with embarrassment and your heart pounding fast and hard. You gently press your palms against his chiseled chest and he slowly gets up from his mounting position.

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Find a way to distract Marcus from the game.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 11:16:00 GMT

Ubunto123:

Find a way to distract Marcus from the game.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 10:55:07 GMT

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Challenge Marcus to video games.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 10:46:04 GMT

Ubunto123:

"You're on!" You smirked at him defiantly. "If I win, you have to do whatever it takes to help me get this job."

"What if ''I'' win?"

"Then I'll let you cross-dress me however you want. Even if it looks stupid."

"Well, either way, it looks like I'm going to help you with this interview thing." He rubbed his rugged chin. "It's a win-win for you."

"Well duh!" You winked. "That's why I'm here, right?"

"I'm not going easy, I'll have you know." He smiled and sat down on the sofa in front of the game console.

"Oh, neither am I." You plopped down asides him and eagerly grabbed a game controller. Soon you guys are going at it.

It seems that he really wasn't kidding about going all out. He beat you in two straight matches, with a third one in his favor.

[[Let Marcus win. He's going to help you anyways.]]

[[Find a way to distract Marcus from the game.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Challenge Marcus to video games.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 10:45:33 GMT

Ubunto123:

Challenge Marcus to video games.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 10:28:39 GMT

Ubunto123:

Challenge Marcus to video games.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 10:16:14 GMT

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Ask Marcus if you can go over to his place.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 10:09:55 GMT

Ubunto123:

"Well, umm...is it okay if I go over to your place to use your clothes?" You inquire sheepishly, wondering what his place looks like.

"Okay, that sounds good!" He reply without hesitation. "I'll text you the address after we hang up."

"Great! Thanks a lot! I totally owe you." As you hang up the phone, a fluttery feeling begin to swell up in your chest. It wasn't a feeling you were used to. The phone vibrates, you look down to see the address and grin excitedly like a little kid in a candy store, except this time the sweet is...well, never mind. You shake your head hard to relinquish any weird thoughts. You need to focus on the objective here. Marcus is helping you get this job, that's it.

You look at your attire of sweatpants and a T-shirt. You're meeting one of your best friends for the first time since college, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to wear something a bit nicer.

Something athletic might be nice. Much like you, Marcus is not a straight-up geek that lacks any social life. In fact, he played intramural sports throughout college to stay in shape. Maybe you can have some recreational fun together. You dug in your closet and dug up just what you were looking for.

Quickly stripping down to your underwear, you throw on the baseball tee that your dad bought you as a pre-teen, a bit tight and showing a bit of your bellybutton, but otherwise comfortable. A pair of white sport shorts slides nicely up your legs and tightly hugs your hip. The red-and-white striped knee-high socks also fit nicely.

"Perfect!" You grinned to yourself while standing in front of the mirror. With this attire, you're ready for anything.

At the appointed time, you head over to Marcus's place and climbed up to his third floor apartment. Slightly panting from the climb, you ring the doorbell and waited. You hear the door unlock and it swings open. You are greeted by the a handsome, dark-haired man in his mid-twenties. His healthily tanned skin covered by a sports tee and dark blue jeans. He grins at you invitingly with his dark blue glistening eyes. The sight of him once again rushes you with a climax of nostalgia.

"Heya, Alexis." He lets you in and lightly jabs you in the shoulder with a closed fist. "It's been too long, you're looking well."

"You don't look too bad yourself, tough guy." You respond with a playful jab to his chest, which he absorbs with a smile.

"Being keeping busy, y'know." He brushes aside a streak of black hair from his forehead. "Working at the fire department has kept me in decent shape."

"I can see that. Guess you're not a geek anymore." You look him up and down with a chuckle.

"I was never a geek!" He pretended to be offended. "But I can still whoop you in Street Fighters, if you that's what you were getting at."

"Is that a challenge?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, only if you want me to help you with this interview thing." He knowingly raised an eyebrow at you in response.

You glanced over to the TV set in his living room, which still has the old game system you guys used to play hooked in. You and him exchanged a mischievous smile almost simultaneously.

[[Challenge Marcus to video games.]]

[[Challenge Marcus to something different.]]

[[No time for games, ask Marcus to help you with the interview.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Wear something athletic to Marcus's place.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 10:08:36 GMT

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Ask Marcus if you can go over to his place.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 07:21:04 GMT

Ubunto123:

Wear something athletic to Marcus's place.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 07:19:32 GMT

Ubunto123:

Something athletic might be nice. Much like you, Marcus is not a straight-up geek that lacks any social life. In fact, he played intramural sports throughout college to stay in shape. Maybe you can have some recreational fun together. You dug in your closet and dug up just what you were looking for.

Quickly stripping down to your underwear, you throw on the baseball tee that your dad bought you as a pre-teen, a bit tight and showing a bit of your bellybutton, but otherwise comfortable. A pair of white sport shorts slides nicely up your legs and tightly hugs your hip. The red-and-white striped knee-high socks also fit nicely.

"Perfect!" You grinned to yourself while standing in front of the mirror. With this attire, you're ready for anything.

At the appointed time, you head over to Marcus's place and climbed up to his third floor apartment. Slightly panting from the climb, you ring the doorbell and waited. You hear the door unlock and it swings open. You are greeted by the a handsome, dark-haired man in his mid-twenties. His healthily tanned skin covered by a sports tee and dark blue jeans. He grins at you invitingly with his dark blue glistening eyes. The sight of him once again rushes you with a climax of nostalgia.

"Heya, Alexis." He lets you in and lightly jabs you in the shoulder with a closed fist. "It's been too long, you're looking well."

"You don't look too bad yourself, tough guy." You respond with a playful jab to his chest, which he absorbs with a smile.

"Being keeping busy, y'know." He brushes aside a streak of black hair from his forehead. "Working at the fire department has kept me in decent shape."

"I can see that. Guess you're not a geek anymore." You look him up and down with a chuckle.

"I was never a geek!" He pretended to be offended. "But I can still whoop you in Street Fighters, if you that's what you were getting at."

"Is that a challenge?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, only if you want me to help you with this interview thing." He knowingly raised an eyebrow at you in response.

You glanced over to the TV set in his living room, which still has the old game system you guys used to play hooked in. You and him exchanged a mischievous smile almost simultaneously.

[[Challenge Marcus to video games.]]

[[Challenge Marcus to something different.]]

[[No time for games, ask Marcus to help you with the interview.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Wear something athletic to Marcus's place.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 26 May 2018 14:17:01 GMT

Ubunto123:

Go to the payphone on the far wall of the convenient store.

Ubunto123 — Tue, 22 May 2018 14:28:56 GMT

Ubunto123:

You made a quick sprint to the opposite side of the store. You must act swiftly lest Bo begins to suspect your plan. Picking the phone up, you hold it to your ear and frantically dialed 911. A moment passed- no sound, not even a dial tone. You are suddenly struck by the horror that the payphone is dead, and has been for who knows how long now. And soon you will be too if you don't act decisively. You quickly hang up the phone on its receiver and spin around. What do you do now?

[[Go to the ladies' room first. You really DO have to pee.]]

[[Go into the open office and try to find a weapon.]]

[[Try to find a hiding place among the shelves of the convenient store.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Go to the payphone on the far wall of the convenient store.

Ubunto123 — Tue, 22 May 2018 14:27:43 GMT

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Try to trick Bo into stopping the truck.

Ubunto123 — Mon, 16 Apr 2018 08:59:07 GMT

Ubunto123:

"Oh...um, well, before you do that." You started hesitantly. "Can we make a quick stop somewhere? I gotta use the ladies' room."

He glances over at you and looks you up and down with some uncertainty. Not wanting to raise his suspicion, you press your thighs together tightly and press one hand over your crotch.

"You see, I really need to pee..." You force a smile with a grimace. This wasn't a lie, you suddenly realize you really DO need to pee.

"Uh, alright then lil' cutie." He grinned at you after some hesitation. "There is an old gas station up ahead, why don't we make a pit stop there?"

"That'd be great. Thanks, Bo." You look at him appreciatively. His large sweaty face brightened up at the sound of his own name out of your mouth, his grin widened and you can see the dark stains of chewing tobacco between his jagged teeth.

The aforementioned gas station comes into view. Seemingly unoccupied, the faded words on the station sign is barely recognizable. A lone dark blue pickup truck with heavily chipped paint sits in a dust-covered parking lot bombarded with towering weeds sprouting out of cracked stone pavements. Upon closer inspection, the truck has no windows nor tires- clearly a car that has not been running in years. Bo pulls in next to the blue scrap and cranks off the ignition.

"There's a bathroom on the backside of that building. You'll need to go through the front." He points out the small decaying convenient store with no lights and an unhinged front door with broken glass panels. You wonder silently to yourself how he knows where the bathroom is in this godforsaken place.

You open your passenger door and hop down unto the dusty pavement. Before you close the door Bo halts you.

"Don't be gone too long, or I might have to come in an' look for ya." His grin indicates a poor attempt at playful humor. But in your current predicament, that comment sounds more like a thinly-veiled threat that sends a chill down your spine.

"Don't worry, Bo." You try your best to act casual by throwing him a wink. "I shall return soon."

As you push your way into the ghostly store with a eerie screech of the busted front door, you realize how dim and small it is. A few rows of dusty shelves, an open office with a single desk on the right side of the entrance. But what really catches your eye is an old payphone that hangs on the opposite wall of the store.

What do you do now?

[[Go to the ladies' room first. You really DO have to pee.]]

[[Go into the open office and try to find a weapon.]]

[[Go to the payphone on the far wall of the convenient store.]]

[[Try to find a hiding place among the shelves of the convenient store.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Try to trick Bo into stopping the truck.

Ubunto123 — Mon, 16 Apr 2018 02:45:35 GMT

Ubunto123: Created page with '"Oh...um, well, before you do that." You started hesitantly. "Can we make a quick stop somewhere? I gotta use the ladies' room." He glances over at you and looks you up and down…'

"Oh...um, well, before you do that." You started hesitantly. "Can we make a quick stop somewhere? I gotta use the ladies' room."

He glances over at you and looks you up and down with some uncertainty. Not wanting to raise his suspicion, you press your thighs together tightly and press one hand over your crotch.

"You see, I really need to pee..." You force a smile with a grimace. This wasn't a lie, you suddenly realize you really DO need to pee.

"Uh, alright then lil' cutie." He grinned at you after some hesitation. "There is an old gas station up ahead, why don't we make a pit stop there?"

"That'd be great. Thanks, Bo." You look at him appreciatively. His large sweaty face brightened up at the sound of his own name out of your mouth, his grin widened and you can see the dark stains of chewing tobacco between his jagged teeth.

The aforementioned gas station comes into view. Seemingly unoccupied, the faded words on the station sign is barely recognizable. A lone dark blue pickup truck with heavily chipped paint sits in a dust-covered parking lot bombarded with towering weeds sprouting out of cracked stone pavements. Upon closer inspection, the truck has no windows nor tires- clearly a car that has not been running in years. Bo pulls in next to the blue scrap and cranks off the ignition.

"There's a bathroom on the backside of that building. You'll need to go through the front." He points out the small crumbling convenient store with no lights and an unhinged front door with broken glass panels. You wonder silently to yourself how he knows where the bathroom is in this godforsaken place.

You open your passenger door and hop down unto the dusty pavement. Before you close the door Bo halts you.

"Don't be gone too long, or I might have to come in and look for you." His grin indicates an effort at playful humor. But in your current predicament, that comment sounds more like a thinly-veiled threat that sends a chill down your spine.

As you push your way into the ghostly store with a eerie screech of the busted front door, you realize the smallness of the area. An open office with no door on the right side of the entrance. But what really catches your eye is an old payphone that hangs on the opposite wall of the store.

What do you do now?

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Wear something athletic to Marcus's place.

Ubunto123 — Thu, 07 Dec 2017 05:39:13 GMT

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Ask Marcus if you can go over to his place.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 15:12:09 GMT

Ubunto123:

Ask Marcus if you can go over to his place.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 15:11:36 GMT

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Ask Marcus to help you disguise as a man.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 13:49:00 GMT

Ubunto123:

"This is going to sound ridiculous." You giggled. "But can you help me dress like a guy?"

"You already dress like a guy." He chuckled. "Okay, but all kidding aside, if anyone can pull off a cross-dressing disguise, it'd be you."

"Great! So you'll help me?" You jump up with giddiness.

"Sure, this sounds interesting." He confirm enthusiastically. "I can get off work around 5pm. Where should I meet you?"

[[Invite Marcus over to your place.]]

[[Ask Marcus if you can go over to his place.]]

[[Suggest meeting in a public place.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Ask Marcus to help you disguise as a man.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 13:48:16 GMT

Ubunto123: Created page with '"This is going to sound ridiculous." You giggled. "But can you help me dress like a guy?" "You already dress like a guy." He chuckled. "Okay, but all kidding aside, if anyone ca…'

"This is going to sound ridiculous." You giggled. "But can you help me dress like a guy?"

"You already dress like a guy." He chuckled. "Okay, but all kidding aside, if anyone can pull off a cross-dressing disguise, it'd be you."

"Great! So you'll help me?" You jump up with giddiness.

"Sure, this sounds interesting." He confirm enthusiastically. "I can get off work around 5pm. Where should I meet you?"

[[Invite Marcus over to your place.]]

[[Ask Marcus if you can go over to his place.]]

[[Suggest to meeting in a public place.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Try to escape from Bo.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 13:41:49 GMT

Ubunto123:

Now that he's longer clutching to your hair, you spring to your feet and dash in the other direction. You feel a strong pull on your back, but you push forward as hard as you can. The fabric of your shirt and skirt tears clean off in one motion as Bo tries to yank you back.

Stumbling forward in only your shoes and underwear, you keep pushing your battered body forward without looking back. Suddenly, a rock the size of a baseball whizzes by your right ear- You realize that Bo is throwing rocks at you and had just barely missed your skull. Without slowing down, you throw your arms over your head for cover and lower your body. Now uncovered, your milky breasts bounce up and down with each stride under your bra, with one bra strap hanging from your tender shoulder.

"Ahh!" You let out a painful cry as one of the projectiles connect with your left heel, causing you to fall over once again. You try to pick yourself up, but stumble over as an agonizing pain shot through the wounded leg. You flip over to meet your assailant face-to-face, who is now advancing towards you like a wild beast bearing down on an injured prey, his pants still unzipped, his eyes filled with menacing fury, and his right hand clutching to a large, rusty hammer.

"No! No! No! Please!" You burst into desperate tears as he swings down at you with the hammer. It connects with your temple with a cracking sound, causing you to fall over violently to one side. Still barely conscious, your last recollection is him pulling you along by the legs like a rag doll, your body dragging across the rocky ground, leaving a trail of blood from your skull.

Several days later, the county police finds your nude corpse in the wilderness, covered in bruises and scratches. Laying on your back with your head resting on a rock and your legs spread far apart, it was easy to tell from the darkening blood in your nether regions that you had been penetrated repeatedly in your vagina and anus. Your hazel eyes stare lifeless in a final moment of terror that has now passed. The blood on your head has dried into a dark blot. Your mouth, freshly decorated with a layer of bright red lipstick and glitter, hangs open helplessly with a dry streak of semen hanging from the lips.

The police was able to collect the semen sample and determine Bo, a mentally unstable local man, as your rapist-murderer.

This is a gruesome end for you. Maybe you shouldn't have hitchhiked after all.

The End

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Try to escape from Bo.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 13:39:54 GMT

Ubunto123:

Now that he's longer clutching to your hair, you spring to your feet and dash in the other direction. You feel a strong pull on your back, but you push forward as hard as you can. The fabric of your shirt and skirt tears clean off in one motion as Bo tries to yank you back.

Stumbling forward in only your shoes and underwear, you keep pushing your battered body forward without looking back. Suddenly, a rock the size of a baseball whizzes by your right ear- You realize that Bo is throwing rocks at you and had just barely missed your skull. Without slowing down, you throw your arms over your head for cover and lower your body. Now uncovered, your milky breasts bounce up and down with each stride under your bra, with one bra strap hanging from your tender shoulder.

"Ahh!" You let out a painful cry as one of the projectiles connect with your left heel, causing you to fall over once again. You try to pick yourself up, but stumble over as an agonizing pain shot through the wounded leg. You flip over to meet your assailant face-to-face, who is now advancing towards you like a wild beast bearing down on an injured prey, his pants still unzipped, his eyes filled with menacing fury, and his right hand clutching to a large, rusty hammer.

"No! No! No! Please!" You burst into desperate tears as he swings down at you with the hammer. It connects with your temple with a cracking sound, causing you to fall over violently to one side. Still barely conscious, your last recollection is him pulling you along by the legs like a rag doll, your body dragging across the rocky ground, leaving a trail of blood from your skull.

Several days later, the county police finds your nude corpse in the wilderness, covered in bruises and scratches. Laying on your back with your head resting on a rock and your legs spread far apart, it was easy to tell from the darkening blood in your nether regions that you had been penetrated repeatedly in your vagina and anus. Your hazel eyes stare lifeless in a final moment of terror that has now passed. The blood on your head has dried into a dark blot. Your mouth, freshly decorated with a layer of bright red lipstick and glitter, hangs open helplessly with a dry streak of semen from the lips.

The police was able to collect the semen sample and determine Bo, a mentally unstable local man, as your rapist-murderer.

This is a gruesome end for you. Maybe you shouldn't have hitchhiked after all.

The End

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Try to escape from Bo.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 13:28:12 GMT

Ubunto123:

Try to escape from Bo.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 13:20:29 GMT

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Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 12:42:15 GMT

Ubunto123:

I gotta get out of here. You thought to yourself. Good thing this truck's passenger seat doesn't have any seat belt to hold you down.

In one swift motion, you throw the passenger door open and hurl yourself out of the moving truck. Carried by momentum, your petite body hits the rocky dirt path hard and barrel-rolls a few yards. You quickly pull yourself up, knees and arms bruised and scrapped, dizzy from the jump, and covered in dust from head to toe. About 50 feet up the road, the truck pulls to a stop and the driver side door flies open. You quickly turn around and begin to run the other way, but a trip over a large rock causes you to stumble over into a hilly slope face-first.

You force yourself up despite the pain and begin to crawl on all fours. The dust in your eye prevents you from seeing and forces you to feel your way forward with your palms. Suddenly, a sharp pain in your scalp causes you to squeal as your head is viciously yanked back by your short brunette hair.

"And here I thought you were a nice gal." Bo snarled, his tobacco-filled breath rushes up your nostril, making your stomach turn. "I was just trying to be nice and show you where I live, and all you can think about is getting away from me. All you self-centered skanks are the same."

"No...I wasn't..." You begin to sob in a trembling voice.

"Do you hate me!!?? Do you think I'm disgusting??!!" Bo's enraged roar cuts you off as he yanks your hair again like a leash. "Do you think you can just mock me and go on your merry little way, you little skank!!?"

"N..no...no, please..." You squeal again at the pain and begin to tear up with a stutter, your body freezes up and trembles uncontrollably like a wet puppy. His sudden outburst startles you so much that you begin to feel urine trickling into your panties. Your tears clear some dust away from your eyes and you can see the menacing glare of a demon directly at you. "I..don't...I don't hate you...Really, please...don't hurt me..."

"Then why did you jump of the truck?"

You open your mouth, but couldn't think of an answer. Your hesitation seems to trigger him yet again.

"You're lying to me, you lying little whore!!" He leans his face, twisted with madness, into your own dusty pretty face and bark like a mad dog. The suddenness of this second outburst causes your bladder to lose control as the warm urine erupts into your crotch. You begin to cry as the pee forms a large, dark stain in your skirt and runs down your exposed thighs, soaking up the dry ground around your legs.

"Look at you, you dirty little whore." He growl at you mockingly while glancing down at you humiliating yourself. "You probably get off on pissing yourself like this, don'tcha?"

"Please...don't hurt me..." With tears streaming down your dusted face, you repeat your previous plead with a whimper. "I don't hate you, I promise."

"Then prove it." Seemingly not quite convinced, he glared at you with those wild, menacing eyes before throwing your head forward violently.

"How...do you want me to do that...?" Still on the ground, you gaze at him with teary hazel eyes, hoping to detect some mercy.

He quickly unzips his old, faded jeans. A large bulk of flesh whips out in front of you with a pop. You now realize with dread how he wants you to "prove" that you don't hate him.

What do you do now?

[[Beg Bo to not go through with this.]]

[[Suck Bo's cock obediently.]]

[[Try to escape from Bo.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 12:34:19 GMT

Ubunto123:

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 10:18:54 GMT

Ubunto123:

I gotta get out of here. You thought to yourself. Good thing this truck's passenger seat doesn't have any seat belt to hold you down.

In one swift motion, you throw the passenger door open and hurl yourself out of the moving truck. Your petite body hits the rocky dirt path hard and barrel-rolls a few yards. You quickly pull yourself up, knees and arms bruised and scrapped, dizzy from the jump, and covered in dust from head to toe. About 50 feet up the road, the truck pulls to a stop and the driver side door flies open. You quickly turn around and begin to run the other way, but a sudden sharp pain in your ankle causes you to stumble over into a hilly slope face first.

You force yourself up despite the pain and begin to crawl on all fours. The dust in your eye prevents you from seeing and forces you to feel your way forward with your palms. Suddenly, a sharp pain in your scalp causes you to squeal as your head is viciously yanked back by your short brunette hair.

"And here I thought you were a nice gal." Bo snarled, his tobacco-filled breath rushes into your nostril, making your stomach turn. "I was just trying to be nice and show you where I live, and all you can think about is getting away from me. All you self-centered skanks are the same."

"No...I wasn't..." You begin to sob in a trembling voice.

"Do you hate me!!?? Do you think I'm disgusting??!!" Bo's enraged roar cuts you off as he yanks your hair again like a leash. "Do you think you can just mock me and go on your merry little way, you little skank!!?"

"N..no...no, please..." You squeal again at the pain and begin to tear up with a stutter, your body freezes up and trembles uncontrollably like a wet puppy. His sudden outburst startles you so much that you begin to feel urine trickling into your panties. Your tears clear some dust away from your eyes and you can see the menacing glare of a demon directly at you. "I..don't...I don't hate you...Really, please...don't hurt me..."

"Then why did you jump of the truck?"

You open your mouth, but couldn't think of an answer. Your lack of response seems to trigger him yet again.

"You're lying to me, you lying little whore!!" He leans his face, twisted with madness, into your own dusty pretty face and bark like a mad dog. The suddenness of this second outburst causes your bladder to lose control as the warm urine erupts into your crotch. You begin to cry as the pee forms a large, dark stain in your skirt and runs down your exposed thighs, soaking up the dry ground around your legs.

"Look at you, you dirty little whore." He growl at you mockingly while glancing down at you humiliating yourself. "You probably get off on pissing yourself like this."

"Please...don't hurt me..." With tears streaming down your dusted face, you repeat your previous plead with a whimper. "I don't hate you, I promise."

"Then prove it." Seemingly not quite convinced, he glared at you with those wild, menacing eyes before throwing your head forward violently.

"How...do you want me to prove it...?"

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 10:18:01 GMT

Ubunto123:

I gotta get out of here. You thought to yourself. Good thing this truck's passenger seat doesn't have any seat belt to hold you down.

In one swift motion, you throw the passenger door open and hurl yourself out of the moving truck. Your petite body hits the rocky dirt path hard and barrel-rolls a few yards. You quickly pull yourself up, knees and arms bruised and scrapped, dizzy from the jump, and covered in dust from head to toe. About 50 feet up the road, the truck pulls to a stop and the driver side door flies open. You quickly turn around and begin to run the other way, but a sudden sharp pain in your ankle causes you to stumble over into a hilly slope face first.

You force yourself up despite the pain and begin to crawl on all fours. The dust in your eye prevents you from seeing and forces you to feel your way forward with your palms. Suddenly, a sharp pain in your scalp causes you to squeal as your head is viciously yanked back by your short brunette hair.

"And here I thought you were a nice gal." Bo snarled, his tobacco-filled breath rushes into your nostril, making your stomach turn. "I was just trying to be nice and show you where I live, and all you can think about is getting away from me. All you self-centered skanks are the same."

"No...I wasn't..." You begin to sob in a trembling voice.

"Do you hate me!!?? Do you think I'm disgusting??!!" Bo's enraged roar cuts you off as he yanks your hair again like a leash. "Do you think you can just mock me and go on your merry little way, you little skank!!?"

"N..no...no, please..." You squeal again at the pain and begin to tear up with a stutter, your body freezes up and trembles uncontrollably like a wet puppy. His sudden outburst startles you so much that you begin to feel urine trickling into your panties. Your tears clear some dust away from your eyes and you can see the menacing glare of a demon directly at you. "I..don't...I don't hate you...Really, please...don't hurt me..."

"Then why did you jump of the truck?"

You open your mouth, but couldn't think of an answer. Your lack of response seems to trigger him yet again.

"You're lying to me, you lying little whore!!" He leans his face, twisted with madness, into your own dusty pretty face and bark like a mad dog. The suddenness of this second outburst causes your bladder to lose control as the warm urine erupts into your crotch. You begin to cry as the pee forms a large, dark stain in your skirt and runs down your exposed thighs, soaking up the dry ground around your legs.

"Look at you, you dirty little whore." He growl at you mockingly while glancing down at you humiliating yourself. "You probably get off on pissing yourself like this."

"Please...don't hurt me..." With tears streaming down your dusted face, you repeat your previous plead with a whimper. "I don't hate you, I promise."

"Then prove it." Seemingly not quite convinced, he glared at you with those wild, menacing eyes before throwing your head forward violently. "Do something that pleases me."

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 09:50:02 GMT

Ubunto123:

I gotta get out of here. You thought to yourself. Good thing this truck's passenger seat doesn't have any seat belt to hold you down.

In one swift motion, you throw the passenger door open and hurl yourself out of the moving truck. Your petite body hits the rocky dirt path hard and barrel-rolls a few yards. You quickly pull yourself up, knees and arms bruised and scrapped, dizzy from the jump, and covered in dust from head to toe. About 50 feet up the road, the truck pulls to a stop and the driver side door flies open. You quickly turn around and begin to run the other way, but a sudden sharp pain in your ankle causes you to stumble over into a hilly slope face first.

You force yourself up despite the pain and begin to crawl on all fours. The dust in your eye prevents you from seeing and forces you to feel your way forward with your palms. Suddenly, a sharp pain in your scalp causes you to squeal as your head is viciously yanked back by your short brunette hair.

"And here I thought you were a nice gal." Bo snarled, his tobacco-filled breath rushes into your nostril, making your stomach turn. "I was just trying to be nice and show you where I live, and all you can think about is getting away from me. All you self-centered skanks are the same."

"Please...I don't..." You begin to sob in a trembling voice.

"Do you hate me!!?? Do you think I'm disgusting??!!" Bo's enraged roar cuts you off as he yanks your hair again like a leash. "Do you think you can just mock me and go on your merry little way, you little skank!!?"

"N..no...no, please..." You squeal again at the pain and begin to tear up, your body freezes up and trembles uncontrollably like a wet puppy. His sudden outburst startled you so much that you begin to feel urine trickling into your panties. Your tears clear some dust away from your eyes and you can see the menacing glare of a demon directly at you. "I..don't...I don't hate you...Really, please...don't hurt me..."

"Then why did you jump of the truck?"

You open your mouth, but couldn't think of an answer. Your lack of response seems to trigger him yet again.

"You're lying to me, you lying little whore!!" He leans his face, twisted with madness, into your own dusty pretty face and barked. The suddenness of this second outburst causes your bladder to lose control as the warm urine erupts into your crotch. You begin to cry now as the pee forms a large, dark stain in your skirt and runs down your exposed thighs, soaking up the dry ground around your legs.

"Look at you, you dirty little whore." He growled at you mockingly while glancing down at your humiliation. "You probably get off on pissing yourself like this."

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 09:45:07 GMT

Ubunto123:

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 09:34:35 GMT

Ubunto123:

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 09:18:22 GMT

Ubunto123:

Hitch a ride with this man.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 08:32:24 GMT

Ubunto123:

"Sure. Thanks." Even though you don't feel completely comfortable hitching a ride from this guy, you're not sure if you will be able to hitch another one.

"Hop in!" He grinned widely and flashed a mouthful of yellowish crooked teeth as you crawled into the passenger side. Almost as soon as you closed the door, he sped off back down the road. The impact of his acceleration slams you against the seat leather as a strong whiff of tobacco and alchol stench rushes up your nostril, instantly causing a nauseous feeling. You're starting to feel like this was not such a good idea.

"What's your name, darling?" He eyes you up and down and inquires between loud chews of his tobacco. "Name's Bo."

"I'm Alexis." You try to be polite and hide your discomfort. You don't want your benefactor to know that he makes you uncomfortable. "Thanks again for the ride."

"So, what's a cutie like you doin' out on the roadside by your lonsesome?".

You try your best to cover your chest with one hand and pull the skirt down with the other to cover as much thigh as possible. The way he looks at you is making you really nervous. This man appears quite heavy, with thick, hairy arms. If he was to try something weird, you don't feel confident about holding him off. You decided it was best if you came clean with what happened. Perhaps this guy can help you call the cops. So you tell him everything.

"Well, a guy can suppose a nice cutie like you WOULD draw that kinda attention." He snorted out a laughter after hearing your mishaps, but you don't really see what is so funny.

"So...can you help me?" Suspecting that you already know his reply, you decide to ask anyways. "Like, call the cops or something? I lost my cellphone."

"Nuh uh, no can't do, cutie." He snorted again. You kind of wish he would stop calling you that. "I don't like gettin' in messes with the cops."

Having said that, he made a left turn off the main road and onto a rockier path.

"Umm...where are we going?" You noticed that the path seems to be running away from your home. "We need to go straight to get back to the city."

"We're not going back to the city, cutie" His chuckling reply sends a discomforting chill down your spine. "I wanna show you my place."

You suddenly realize that you are in a new predicament. This heavy-set redneck guy could very well be a serial killer. What do you do now?

[[Jump out of the moving truck.]]

[[Try to trick Bo into stopping the truck.]]

[[Do nothing and let Bo take you back to his place.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Jump out of the moving truck.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 05:39:48 GMT

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I gotta get out of here. You thought to yourself. Good thing this truck's passenger seat doesn't have any seat belt to hold you down.

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Hitch a ride with this man.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 05:04:59 GMT

Ubunto123:

"Sure. Thanks." Even though you don't feel completely comfortable hitching a ride from this guy, you're not sure if you will be able to hitch another one.

"Hop in!" He grinned widely and flashed a mouthful of yellowish crooked teeth as you crawled into the passenger side. Almost as soon as you closed the door, he sped off back down the road. The impact of his acceleration slams you against the seat leather as a strong whiff of tobacco and alchol stench rushes up your nostril, instantly causing a nauseous feeling. You're starting to feel like this was not such a good idea.

"What's your name, darling?" He eyes you up and down and inquires between loud chews of his tobacco. "Name's Bo."

"I'm Alexis." You try to be polite and hide your discomfort. You don't want your benefactor to know that he makes you uncomfortable. "Thanks again for the ride."

"So, what's a cutie like you doin' out on the roadside by your lonsesome?".

You try your best to cover your chest with one hand and pull the skirt down with the other to cover as much thigh as possible. The way he looks at you is making you really nervous. This man appears quite heavy, with thick, hairy arms. If he was to try something weird, you don't feel confident about holding him off. You decided it was best if you came clean with what happened. Perhaps this guy can help you call the cops. So you tell him everything.

"Well, a guy can suppose a nice cutie like you WOULD draw that kinda attention." He snorted out a laughter after hearing your mishaps, but you don't really see what is so funny.

"So...can you help me?" Suspecting that you already know his reply, you decide to ask anyways. "Like, call the cops or something? I lost my cellphone."

"Nuh uh, no can't do, cutie." He snorted again. You kind of wish he would stop calling you that. "I don't like gettin' in messes with the cops."

Having said that, he made a left turn off the main road and onto a rockier path.

"Umm...where are we going?" You noticed that the path seems to be running away from your home. "We need to go straight to get back to the city."

"We're not going back to the city, cutie" His chuckling reply sends a discomforting chill down your spine. "I wanna show you my place."

You suddenly realize that you are in a new predicament. This heavy-set redneck guy could very well be a serial killer. What do you do now?

[[Jump out of the moving truck.]]

[[Launch a surprise attack on Bo.]]

[[Try to trick Bo into stopping the truck.]]

[[Do nothing and let Bo take you back to his place.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Hitch a ride with this man.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 05:01:26 GMT

Ubunto123:

"Sure. Thanks." Even though you don't feel completely comfortable hitching a ride from this guy, you're not sure if you will be able to hitch another one.

"Hop in!" He grinned widely and flashed a mouthful of yellowish crooked teeth as you crawled into the passenger side. Almost as soon as you closed the door, he sped off back down the road. The impact of his acceleration slams you against the seat leather as a strong whiff of tobacco and alchol stench rushes up your nostril, instantly causing a nauseous feeling. You're starting to feel like this was not such a good idea.

"What's your name, darling?" He eyes you up and down and inquires between loud chews of his tobacco. "Name's Bo."

"I'm Alexis." You try to be polite and hide your discomfort. You don't want your benefactor to know that he makes you uncomfortable. "Thanks again for the ride."

"So, what's a cutie like you doin' out on the roadside by your lonsesome?".

You try your best to cover your chest with one hand and pull the skirt down with the other to cover as much thigh as possible. The way he looks at you is making you really nervous. This man appears quite heavy, with thick, hairy arms. If he was to try something weird, you don't feel confident about holding him off. You decided it was best if you came clean with what happened. Perhaps this guy can help you call the cops.

"Well, a guy can suppose a nice cutie like you WOULD draw that kinda attention." He snorted out a laughter, but you don't really see what is so funny.

"So...can you help me?" Suspecting that you already know his reply, you decide to ask anyways. "Like, call the cops or something? I lost my cellphone."

"Nuh uh, no can't do, cutie." He snorted again. You kind of wish he would stop calling you that. "I don't like gettin' in messes with the cops."

Having said that, he made a left turn off the main road and onto a rockier path.

"Umm...where are we going?" You noticed that the path seems to be running away from your home. "We need to go straight to get back to the city."

"We're not going back to the city, cutie" His chuckling reply sends a discomforting chill down your spine. "I wanna show you my place."

You suddenly realize that you are in a new predicament. This heavy-set redneck guy could very well be a serial killer. What do you do now?

[[Jump out of the moving truck.]]

[[Launch a surprise attack on Bo.]]

[[Try to trick Bo into stopping the truck.]]

[[Do nothing and let Bo take you back to his place.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Tell Bo what really happened.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 04:58:50 GMT

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Tell Bo what really happened.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 04:58:18 GMT

Ubunto123:

You decided it was best if you came clean with what happened. Perhaps this guy can help you call the cops.

"Well, a guy can suppose a nice cutie like you WOULD draw that kinda attention." He snorted out a laughter, but you don't really see what is so funny.

"So...can you help me?" Suspecting that you already know his reply, you decide to ask anyways. "Like, call the cops or something? I lost my cellphone."

"Nuh uh, no can't do, cutie." He snorted again. You kind of wish he would stop calling you that. "I don't like gettin' in messes with the cops."

Having said that, he made a left turn off the main road and onto a rockier path.

"Umm...where are we going?" You noticed that the path seems to be running away from your home. "We need to go straight to get back to the city."

"We're not going back to the city, cutie" His chuckling reply sends a discomforting chill down your spine. "I wanna show you my place."

You suddenly realize that you are in a new predicament. This heavy-set redneck guy could very well be a serial killer. What do you do now?

[[Jump out of the moving truck.]]

[[Launch a surprise attack on Bo.]]

[[Try to trick Bo into stopping the truck.]]

[[Do nothing and let Bo take you back to his place.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Tell Bo what really happened.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 03:44:06 GMT

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Hitch a ride with this man.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 06 Dec 2017 03:38:49 GMT

Ubunto123:

Call your buddy Chelsea and ask if her brother Marcus could do it.

Ubunto123 — Tue, 05 Dec 2017 17:35:52 GMT

Ubunto123:

You and Chelsea have been best friends since elementary school. Even though in high school you identified with different cliques- she with the popular girls and joining the cheerleading team, and you with the so-called "geek squad" that have more interests in gaming and anime- you two are still on very good terms, even going to the same college and hanging out in her dorm room sometimes.

Her brother Marcus is a year older than the two of you and went to the same college. You loved hanging out with him, first when you go over to Chelsea's place during grade school, then in Chelsea's dorm room during college. You guys would have endless discussion about video games and anime, battle it out on his playstation, which Chelsea begrudgingly lets him keep in her room, and binge-watch anime. Chelsea would often joke that if you were a guy, maybe you and Marcus could have been twin brothers. Some of your other mutual friends joke that they would often mistaken you for Marcus's little sister, not Chelsea. Some people even go so far to say that you and Marcus were dating, which you tend to laugh off. He's a great guy, but he IS more like an older brother than anything else.

You quickly dial Chelsea's phone number and waited for the ring tone.

"Hey, Alexis!" Chelsea's cheerful voice popped up on the other line. "How's everything? So good to hear from you."

"Hi Chels, I've been good. But I think I need your help." You started right away, no need for extra pleasantries with your bestie. "Can I ask Marcus to help me with something?"

"Oh okay. What's going on?"

You explained the situation to her in detail. After a moment of silence, she bursts into laughter.

"Oh wow! Looks like you got yourself in quite a bind there, Lexy."

"I know, I don't know what I was thinking." You chuckled. "So do you think Marcus can help me?"

"Umm...well, you will need to ask him yourself." She replied. "Why don't I give you his number and you can ask him."

That's when you realize that all these years and you've never ask Marcus for his number. You quickly jot down as Chelsea read it off to you, feeling kinda dumb for not already having it.

"Ok, thanks, Chels. That was a huge help!" You answered her with joy. "Talk to you later!"

After you hang up the phone, you quickly dialed in Marcus's number, the phone rang a few time and clicked.

"Hello? This is Marcus Ferris speaking." His voice gave you a nostalgic feeling of all the heated discussions about which Final Fantasy game was the best one, the late night anime binge-watching while trying desperately not to wake Chelsea, and all the head-to-head and tag-team video game battles that helped the two of you momentarily break free from the stress of school.

"Um...hi Marcus. This is...um...Alexis." You suddenly find yourself stuttering nervously. Why are you getting so worked up? This is one of your best buddies since youth.

"Oh, hi! It's been a while." He sounds happy to hear from you. That's good. That will make your mission easier. "So what's up?"

You explain the whole situation to him while he listens patiently. After you finish, he lets out a light chuckle.

"Sounds like quite a mess there, Lexis. What can I do to help?"

"Well, you know me better than most other guys do..." You respond sheepishly.

"Uh oh, I think I know where this is going." You can almost feel him raising one of his eyebrows, as he always does when he detects one of your mischievous plans. "But do tell, I'm curious to know exactly what you have in mind."

[[Ask Marcus to call the interviewer in your place.]]

[[Ask Marcus to help you disguise as a man.]]

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Call your buddy Chelsea and ask if her brother Marcus could do it.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 17:58:54 GMT

Ubunto123:

You and Chelsea have been best friends since elementary school. Even though in high school you identified with different cliques- she with the popular girls and joining the cheerleading team, and you with the so-called "geek squad" that have more interests in gaming and anime- you two are still on very good terms, even going to the same college and hanging out in her dorm room sometimes.

Her brother Marcus is a year older than the two of you and went to the same college. You loved hanging out with him, first when you go over to Chelsea's place during grade school, then in Chelsea's dorm room during college. You guys would have endless discussion about video games and anime, battle it out on his playstation, which Chelsea begrudgingly lets him keep in her room, and binge-watch anime. Chelsea would often joke that if you were a guy, maybe you and Marcus could have been twin brothers. Some of your other mutual friends joke that they would often mistaken you for Marcus's little sister, not Chelsea. Some people even go so far to say that you and Marcus were dating, which you tend to laugh off. He's a great guy, but he IS more like an older brother than anything else.

You quickly dial Chelsea's phone number and waited for the ring tone.

"Hey, Alexis!" Chelsea's cheerful voice popped up on the other line. "How's everything? So good to hear from you."

"Hi Chels, I've been good. But I think I need your help." You started right away, no need for extra pleasantries with your bestie. "Can I ask Marcus to help me with something?"

"Oh okay. What's going on?"

You explained the situation to her in detail. After a moment of silence, she bursts into laughter.

"Oh wow! Looks like you got yourself in quite a bind there, Lexy."

"I know, I don't know what I was thinking." You chuckled. "So do you think Marcus can help me?"

"Umm...well, you will need to ask him yourself." She replied. "Why don't I give you his number and you can ask him
"

That's when you realize that all these years and you've never ask Marcus for his number. You quickly jot down as Chelsea read it off to you, feeling kinda dumb for not already having it.

"Ok, thanks, Chels. That was a huge help!" You answered her with joy. "Talk to you later!"

After you hang up the phone, you quickly dialed in Marcus's number, the phone rang a few time and clicked.

"Hello? This is Marcus Ferris speaking." His voice gave you a nostalgic feeling of all the heated discussions about which Final Fantasy game was the best one, the late night anime binge-watching while trying desperately not to wake Chelsea, and all the head-to-head and tag-team video game battles that helped the two of you momentarily break free from the stress of school.

"Um...hi Marcus. This is...um...Alexis." You suddenly find yourself stuttering nervously. Why are you getting so worked up? This is one of your best buddies since youth.

"Oh, hi! It's been a while." He sounds happy to hear from you. That's good. That will make your mission easier. "So what's up?"
[[Category: New World Survival]]

Call your buddy Chelsea and ask if her brother Marcus could do it.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 17:56:25 GMT

Ubunto123:

You and Chelsea have been best friends since elementary school. Even though in high school you identified with different cliques- she with the popular girls and joining the cheerleading team, and you with the so-called "geek squad" that have more interests in gaming and anime- you two are still on very good terms, even going to the same college and hanging out in her dorm room sometimes.

Her brother Marcus is a year older than the two of you and went to the same college. You loved hanging out with him, first when you go over to Chelsea's place during grade school, then in Chelsea's dorm room during college. You guys would have endless discussion about video games and anime, battle it out on his playstation, which Chelsea begrudgingly lets him keep in her room, and binge-watch anime. Chelsea would often joke that if you were a guy, maybe you and Marcus could have been twin brothers. Some of your other mutual friends joke that they would often mistaken you for Marcus's little sister, not Chelsea. Some people even go so far to say that you and Marcus were dating, which you tend to laugh off. He's a great guy, but he IS more like an older brother than anything else.

You quickly dial Chelsea's phone number and waited for the ring tone.

"Hey, Alexis!" Chelsea's cheerful voice popped up on the other line. "How's everything? So good to hear from you."

"Hi Chels, I've been good. But I think I need your help." You started right away, no need for extra pleasantries with your bestie. "Can I ask Marcus to help me with something?"

"Oh okay. What's going on?"

You explained the situation to her in detail. After a moment of silence, she bursts into laughter.

"Oh wow! Looks like you got yourself in quite a bind there, Lexy."

"I know, I don't know what I was thinking." You chuckled. "So do you think Marcus can help me?"

"Umm...well, you will need to ask him yourself." She replied. "Why don't I give you his number and you can ask him yourself."

That's when you realize that all these years and you've never ask Marcus for his number. You quickly jot down as Chelsea read it off to you, feeling kinda dumb for not already having it.

"Ok, thanks, Chels. That was a huge help!" You answered her with joy. "Talk to you later!"

After you hang up the phone, you quickly dialed in Marcus's number, and phone rang and few time and clicked.

"Hello? This is Marcus Ferris speaking." His voice gave you a nostalgic feeling of all the heated discussions about which Final Fantasy game was the best one, the late night anime binge-watching while trying desperately not to wake Chelsea, and all the head-to-head and tag-team video game battles that helped the two of you momentarily break free from the stress of school.

"Um...hi Marcus. This is...um...Alexis." You suddenly find yourself stuttering nervously. Why are you getting so worked up? This is one of your best buddies since youth.

"Oh, hi! It's been a while." He sounds happy to hear from you. That's good. That will make your mission easier. "So what's up?"
[[Category: New World Survival]]

Call your buddy Chelsea and ask if her brother Marcus could do it.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 17:55:43 GMT

Ubunto123:

You and Chelsea have been best friends since elementary school. Even though in high school you identified with different cliques- she with the popular girls and joining the cheerleading team, and you with the so-called "geek squad" that have more interests in gaming and anime- you two are still on very good terms, even going to the same college and hanging out in her dorm room sometimes.

Her brother Marcus is a year older than the two of you and went to the same college. You loved hanging out with him, first when you go over to Chelsea's place during grade scholl, then in Chelsea's dorm room during college. You guys would have endless discussion about video games and anime, battle it out on his playstation, which Chelsea begrudgingly lets him keep in her room, and binge-watch anime. Chelsea would often joke that if you were a guy, maybe you and Marcus could have been twin brothers. Some of your other mutual friends joke that they would often mistaken you for Marcus's little sister, not Chelsea. Some people even go so far to say that you and Marcus were dating, which you tend to laugh off. He's a great guy, but he IS more like an older brother than anything else.

You quickly dial Chelsea's phone number and waited for the ring tone.

"Hey, Alexis!" Chelsea's cheerful voice popped up on the other line. "How's everything? So good to hear from you."

"Hi Chels, I've been good. But I think I need your help." You started right away, no need for extra pleasantries with your bestie. "Can I ask Marcus to help me with something?"

"Oh okay. What's going on?"

You explained the situation to her in detail. After a moment of silence, she bursts into laughter.

"Oh wow! Looks like you got yourself in quite a bind there, Lexy."

"I know, I don't know what I was thinking." You chuckled. "So do you think Marcus can help me?"

"Umm...well, you will need to ask him yourself." She replied. "Why don't I give you his number and you can ask him yourself."

That's when you realize that all these years and you've never ask Marcus for his number. You quickly jot down as Chelsea read it off to you, feeling kinda dumb for not already having it.

"Ok, thanks, Chels. That was a huge help!" You answered her with joy. "Talk to you later!"

After you hang up the phone, you quickly dialed in Marcus's number, and phone rang and few time and clicked.

"Hello? This is Marcus Ferris speaking." His voice gave you a nostalgic feeling of all the heated discussions about which Final Fantasy game was the best one, the late night anime binge-watching while trying desperately not to wake Chelsea, and all the head-to-head and tag-team video game battles that helped the two of you momentarily break free from the stress of school.

"Um...hi Marcus. This is...um...Alexis." You suddenly find yourself stuttering nervously. Why are you getting so worked up? This is one of your best buddies since youth.

"Oh, hi! It's been a while." He sounds happy to hear from you. That's good. That will make your mission easier. "So what's up?"
[[Category: New World Survival]]

Call your buddy Chelsea and ask if her brother Marcus could do it.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 17:53:51 GMT

Ubunto123:

You and Chelsea have been best friends since elementary school. Even though in high school you identified with different cliques- she with the popular girls and joining the cheerleading team, and you with the so-called "geek squad" that have more interests in gaming and anime- you two are still on very good terms, even going to the same college and hanging out in her dorm room sometimes.

Her brother Marcus is a year older than the two of you and went to the same college. You loved hanging out with him in Chelsea's dorm room because you guys would have endless discussion about video games and anime, battle it out on his playstation, which Chelsea begrudgingly lets him keep in her room, and binge-watch anime. Chelsea would often joke that if you were a guy, maybe you and Marcus could have been twin brothers. Some of your other mutual friends joke that they would often mistaken you for Marcus's little sister, not Chelsea. Some people even go so far to say that you and Marcus were dating, which you tend to laugh off. He's a great guy, but he IS more like an older brother than anything else.

You quickly dial Chelsea's phone number and waited for the ring tone.

"Hey, Alexis!" Chelsea's cheerful voice popped up on the other line. "How's everything? So good to hear from you."

"Hi Chels, I've been good. But I think I need your help." You started right away, no need for extra pleasantries with your bestie. "Can I ask Marcus to help me with something?"

"Oh okay. What's going on?"

You explained the situation to her in detail. After a moment of silence, she bursts into laughter.

"Oh wow! Looks like you got yourself in quite a bind there, Lexy."

"I know, I don't know what I was thinking." You chuckled. "So do you think Marcus can help me?"

"Umm...well, you will need to ask him yourself." She replied. "Why don't I give you his number and you can ask him yourself."

That's when you realize that all these years and you've never ask Marcus for his number. You quickly jot down as Chelsea read it off to you, feeling kinda dumb for not already having it.

"Ok, thanks, Chels. That was a huge help!" You answered her with joy. "Talk to you later!"

After you hang up the phone, you quickly dialed in Marcus's number, and phone rang and few time and clicked.

"Hello? This is Marcus Ferris speaking." His voice gave you a nostalgic feeling of all the heated discussions about which Final Fantasy game was the best one, the late night anime binge-watching while trying desperately not to wake Chelsea, and all the head-to-head and tag-team video game battles that helped the two of you momentarily break free from the stress of school.

"Um...hi Marcus. This is...um...Alexis." You suddenly find yourself stuttering nervously. Why are you getting so worked up? This is one of your best buddies since youth.

"Oh, hi! It's been a while." He sounds happy to hear from you. That's good. That will make your mission easier. "So what's up?"
[[Category: New World Survival]]

Call your buddy Chelsea and ask if her brother Marcus could do it.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 17:37:09 GMT

Ubunto123: Created page with 'You and Chelsea have been best friends since elementary school. Even though in high school you identified with different cliques- she with the popular girls and joining the cheer…'

Lie about your identity.

Ubunto123 — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 17:21:40 GMT

Ubunto123:

"I...um...I'm not the Alexis you're looking for." You stammered.

"What?"

"Uh...yea, my brother's name is Alexis, I'm actually ALEXAS, I think that was his resume."

"I see..." You could hear the disbelief in his voice. "Well then, can I talk to your brother please?"

"He's...um...not home. He's out with some friends."

"Well okay, have him call me back by tomorrow morning."

"Yes, of course." You replied sheepishly.

As you hang up the phone. You could feel yourself sweating profusely, causing your white Zelda T-shirt to stick to your body and your white cotton panties to cling tightly to your crotch beneath those grey sweatpants. What have I just done? How the heck am I going to pull this off? You start to brainstorm like crazy. Finally, you decided that you need someone who is going to call FOR you. Someone who is going to help you keep this a secret. Someone you can trust. But who...?

[[Call dad.]]

[[Call one of your guy friends.]]

[[Call your buddy Chelsea and ask if her brother Marcus could do it.]]
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Hitch a ride with this man.

Ubunto123 — Thu, 30 Nov 2017 02:36:45 GMT

Ubunto123:

Hitch a ride with this man.

Ubunto123 — Thu, 30 Nov 2017 01:42:38 GMT

Ubunto123:

"Sure. Thanks." Even though you don't feel completely comfortable with hitching a ride from this guy, you're not sure if you will be able to hitch another one.

"Hop in!" He grinned widely and flashed a mouthful of yellowish teeth as you crawled into the passenger side. Almost as soon as you closed the door, he sped off back down the road. The impact of his acceleration slams you against the seat leather as a strong whiff of tobacco and alchol stench rushes up your nostril, instantly causing a nauseous feeling. You're starting to feel like this was not such a good idea.

"What's your name, darling?" He eyes you up and down and inquires between loud chews of his tobacco. "Name's Bo."

"I'm Alexis." You try to be polite and hide your discomfort. You don't want your benefactor to know that he makes you uncomfortable.

"So, what's a cutie like you doin' out on the roadside by your lonsesome?".

You try your best to cover your chest with one hand and pull the skirt down with the other to cover as much thigh as possible. The way he looks at you is making you really nervous. This man appears quite heavy, with thick, hairy arms. If he was to try something weird, you don't feel confident about holding him off.

[[Category: New World Survival]]

Hitch a ride with this man.

Ubunto123 — Wed, 29 Nov 2017 18:00:59 GMT

Ubunto123: Created page with '"Sure. Thanks." Even though you don't feel completely comfortable with hitching a ride from this guy, you're not sure if you will be able to hitch another one. "Hop in!" He gr…'

"Sure. Thanks." Even though you don't feel completely comfortable with hitching a ride from this guy, you're not sure if you will be able to hitch another one.

"Hop in!" He grinned widely and flashed a mouthful of yellowish teeth as you crawled into the passenger side. Almost as soon as you closed the door, he sped off back down the road. The impact of his acceleration slams you against the seat leather as a strong whiff of tobacco and alchol stench rushes up your nostril, instantly causing a nauseous feeling. You're starting to feel like this was not such a good idea.

"So, what's a cutie like you doin' out on the roadside by your lonsesome?" He eyes you up and down and inquires between loud chews of his tobacco.

You try your best to cover your chest with one hand and pull the skirt down with the other to cover as much thigh as possible. The way he looks at you is making you really nervous. This man appears quite heavy, with thick, hairy arms. If he was to try something weird, you don't feel confident about holding him off.

[[Category: New World Survival]]