Beat her at the game
From Create Your Own Story
Counter, parry, block, counter, counter!!
The link between you and reality was already tenuous, but now, it has slipped like a loop sliding off a hook. All of your faculties become one with the game as you put the throttle to full. Your opponent no longer sees you as an oncoming rival, but rather as an impervious force of nature.
Every trick, strategy, pop-up, knock-down, special and combo she tries results in her getting knocked back to the domain she so desperately tried to pull herself out of. Images of submission flashed across her mind as her one shining path out of following the imprint of her mitochondrial DNA becomes narrower and dimmer. As she feels victory slip away, her pride dissolves not into shame, but into a warped passion.
All her life, she fought the machine. She was dominated by the machine. Now she is being dominated by you, a man. A man that in her mind, can only display such aptitude, such exaltation through a certain electronic righteousness.
However, unbeknownst to her, her dominator is that same machine in the guise of its player. You had merged your consciousness with the machine. Though no one else could see it, you feel the metallic abomination wrapped around your arms and torso. Whenever you blink, all you see is the lingering image of the screen and your body enveloped in the piston engines and heavy duty cables of the beast. Every move you make translates directly into the machine.
As she finds herself pushed into an ever-dwindling corner her libido increased exponentially. For every strategic prediction, calculation, and execution you make, her nipples get harder, her labia gorge, and a light pink spreads subtly across her face, torso, legs, and areas beyond.
With the last match won handily in your favor, a shock wave passes throughout the entire arcade. The mechanical extensions recede and your faculties regain composure. Though the booth shows no signs of damage, you can almost feel the infernal machine discharging and smoking.
Before you know it, you can feel the girl wrap her arms and legs around you. As you come down from your heightened state, you notice that her limbs aren't as smooth as you originally imagined. She was riddled in goosebumps and only one thing was on her mind.
"So how about we head back to your place for that blow-job?
Your pulse quickens and your pants tighten, but before you can leave with your prize, you are stopped by a man tinged by eastern customs and sensibilities.
"Not so fast. You may have beaten the best girl in the arcade, but that says nothing. Me and my crew could ice this ho six ways to Sunday."
You turn to look at his crew. They all bare large wrap-around shades and white tracksuits.
"So what do you say, bro?"
You say:
| Status | ||
| Health | 'Heightened' | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
