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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:17:22 No.315742319
ALRIGHT /b/, IT'S ADVENTURE TIME!
You sit at the computer desk in your upscale apartment room in downtown Greenville, South Carolina, laughing heartily at a story your friend Bob tells you on Skype. Bob and the rest of your friends are back in Columbia, SC at University, living the college dream while you languish at your semester-long internship with Michelin Tires. You miss school, but it pays well and internships are a vital part of a business education these days.
Suddenly, Bob becomes tense as a loud bang echoes across your speakers. Before you can comprehend what's happening, a rush of color fills your screen. A muffled cry is heard, and then...nothing. Skype goes black, and the call is lost.
You're disturbed. Reared on zombie video games and horror movies, your first reaction is to fear the worst. What do you do?
A. Try calling Bob back a couple of times. It was probably just a prank played by one of your other friends.
B. Turn on the news to see if anything of note is happening in Columbia.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:18:51 No.315742547
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:22:31 No.315743022
You call and call, but no response is raised. This is very much unlike Bob, a young Southern gentlemen, punctual and polite almost to a fault. You begin to worry. Calls to his cellphone are likewise ignored. As a matter of fact, calls to ALL of your friends' phones yield no response. Understandable in a way, it IS 3:21 AM, but still...this doesn't sit well with you.
A. Scan the news for information
B. Fuck the news. Head to your car and grab your Mossberg shotgun out of the trunk, just in case,
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:23:37 No.315743202
>>315743022
A
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:27:14 No.315743747
MOFO A i am tired of f5
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:27:29 No.315743789
>>315743022
You flip the local news channel on and see....nothing out of the ordinary. The story is about a shooting in Florence last week. Certainly not a surprise, you'd be amazed if there WASN'T a shooting in Florence this week. You were more than happy to get the Hell out of there after graduating high school.
You lay back on the couch, your fears set aside. You doze, tired from a long day at work.
Suddenly, an unknown amount of time later, you awake with a start. All the lights and the television are dark. The microwave clock is dead. You reach up to cut on the lights, and they don't respond. The power is out.
A. Go to the hall closet to find the fuse box.
B. Walk outside and see if all of the power down the block is out.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:28:26 No.315743926
A
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:28:27 No.315743931
Sorry bo, I'm typing all of this as we go. I'll type as fast as possible! :D
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:28:28 No.315743934
B
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:29:40 No.315744094
>>315743789
B.
But you take your shotgun with ya, just in case.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:31:18 No.315744296
I got A and B so lets try B here for a second.
You slam the door behind you and walk out into the warm Carolina night. Just as you feared...the lights all the way down are out. You walk a few hundred feet across the courtyard to Apartment 601, your friend Scott's room. Suddenly, just as you hit the center of the courtyard, you see a tall, lanky shadow dart behind a building out of your peripheral vision.
A. Fuck this! Run back to your apartment as fast as possible.
B. Bang on Scott's door frantically.
C. Run to your car and grab that shotgun.
D. Go investigate that shadow. Fuck fear!
>> Dude. !!60ojazPa++n 03/14/11(Mon)03:32:15 No.315744427
>>315744296
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:32:29 No.315744466
>>315744296
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:33:13 No.315744568
MOAR, FASTER!
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:33:35 No.315744625
>>315744296
>>315744296
CCCC
captcha: nuclear idifie
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:35:17 No.315744865
>>315744427
This is all too freaky for you. You've been training for Marine Corps officer school post college, and your training kicks in. Sprinting to your car, you throw the trunk open and grab the Mossberg Maverick 12-gauge sitting in your trunk. Racking a shell into the chamber, you grab a box of shells and throw as many as you can into the pockets of your PFG fishing shorts. Feeling like Rambo, you're ready to face whatever comes.
A. Wait by your car for whatever decides to fuck with you
B. Head to Scott's, fully prepared for anything.
C. Investigate that shadow.
D. Hunker down in your room. The best offense is a good defense right?
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:36:02 No.315744970
>>315744865
>>315744865
b or c you choose man
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:36:55 No.315745099
What a weird fucking coincidence. I meet a smoking hot girl from a town I’d never heard of, a few hours away (Greenville, SC), and then see it mentioned on 4chan, the first time I bother to visit in years.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:37:14 No.315745149
>>315744865
C
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:37:26 No.315745185
>>315744865
B
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:38:58 No.315745423
bumping :3
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:40:45 No.315745692
>>315744970
While you're itching to go ham on whatever is lurking behind that building, two heads are better than one. You head to Scott's door and bang hard enough to wake the dead. Moments later, Scott answers, dressed in pajamas and looking very tired. He is shocked to see you toting around a combat shotgun.
"Dude....what the FUCK?!" He yelps. You explain the situation slowly and rationally, and when you're done, he starts laughing. "You're afraid of a few shadows? The hell is wrong with you, you goofy fu...."
Scott is cut short by a claw extending from the dark behind him and piercing his chubby, t-shirt clad stomach. Scott shrieks in horror and is pulled back into the darkness.
A. Holy balls! I've gotta save him!
B. That cut looked awful, there's no way he's surviving this. Retreat to the apartment!
C. Bolt to your car and try to drive off.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:41:25 No.315745777
>>315745692
A
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:41:41 No.315745815
>>315745099
OP here, come hang out! G-ville is a great town! We gots them fine Carolina girls too ;)
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:41:45 No.315745826
>>315745692
>>315745692
A.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:46:39 No.315746519
>>315745692
Marines are America's heroes, and it's time for some fuckin' heroics. You dash into the apartment, locked and loaded for bear. The living room is lit by the neon glow of Scott's laptop, but once you get in there, you almost wish it wasn't...Scott's body sits limp in the corner, eviscerated from a sucking hole in his gut. He's dead.
You put your back to the wall, ready to avenge your friend. Your chance comes quickly, as a tall, thin shape rounds the corner from Scott's bedroom. A vaguely humanoid horror, the creature has long, bony arms and the face of a man except for a gaping jawless maw filled with horrible teeth.
Or at least, it HAD the jaw of a man, before you dumped two shells into it. Now it doesn't have a face at all. Get some.
A. I've got to save the rest of the apartment's denizens! This is no time for cowardice.
B. Retreat to your apartment
C. Check the news again on your phone. After reloading, of course.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:47:36 No.315746668
>>315746519
>>315746519
>>315746519
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:47:51 No.315746696
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:51:48 No.315747275
>>315746668
Reports from all over the Southeast are flooding in. The stories vary regarding it's origins, but one thing is certain: Several portals have opened across the Southeast, and horrible creatures are pouring through by the hundreds. Hell has broken loose on earth, and you're dead in the center of it. You feel sick to your stomach, and a fat pinch of Grizzly Wintergreen dip does little to calm it.
The eerie calm that had fallen over the night is suddenly broken by sirens. You can identify at least three seperate rescue vehicles wailing their warning across the night. Gunshots ring out from somewhere close.
A. Investigate the gunshots. This is not something you do alone.
B. Find a safe place to hide.
C. Head to your apartment and retrieve your doomsday cache of weapons and supplies.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:52:31 No.315747388
>>315747275
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:54:58 No.315747744
C
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:56:35 No.315747983
E. I rush to my room, lock the door and beat off one more time, before the world ends.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:57:28 No.315748127
>>315747275
No use going at this unprepared. If you're facing Hell itself, you're bringing Heaven with you, goddamnit. You bolt across the courtyard to your apartment. Halfway across, you see people start to pour out of their doors by the dozens.
"Get back inside and lock your doors people! We're under attack!" You yell. Some laugh nervously in disbelief while others slam their doors and bolt them tight. Still others break for their cars. Ignoring them, you leap across your threshhold and head for your closet. In the corner under some pillows, you find your Chiapa Rhino revolver, a Browning .30-06, a cache of ammunition, a bandoleer and a professional Gerber bucknife. Strapping your gear on, you head back outside. The courtyard is chaos. 6 or 7 creatures are assaulting the denizens of the complex. A man is dragged across the street by a horrid little monster with long scythe-like arms.
A. I've got to save these people! Attack!
B. This is a lost cause. Time to split.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:58:44 No.315748308
b
>> Dude. !!60ojazPa++n 03/14/11(Mon)03:59:48 No.315748470
>>315748127
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:59:50 No.315748476
Sorry again for the delays yall, I'm trying to make sure this is quality. If you could bump while I'm writing it wou;d be greatly appreciated :)
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:00:45 No.315748606
bump
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:01:52 No.315748748
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>>315748476
sure ill dump wallpapers
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:02:38 No.315748885
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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:04:26 No.315749153
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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:04:58 No.315749235
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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:05:17 No.315749290
iin my imagination, the monsters look like nekromorphs. damnit
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:05:47 No.315749361
>>315748308
You're heroic, but realistic. You can't fight seven of these horrors alone. No sense dying now, stay alive and do the most good you can in the future. You dash around the building and head the back way to your car. Slinging the shotgun across your back with the rifle, you unholster your Rhino just in time to plug two small toad-like creatures with legs like bulldogs and hanging razor tongues through their evil little heads. You arrive at your car just in time to realize that you're not driving anywhere. An elephant-sized behemoth has just come off the street onto the only road out of the complex. It walks on two legs like a man, and it drags a long flail made of skulls across the asphalt, tearing up the ground like it's nothing. It laughs, a terrifying, twisted abomination of mirth, and heads right for you. It's about two football fields away but its steps shake the very earth itself. You're fucked.
A. Bolt into the forest behind you and try to use your size to your advantage.
B. Try the car anyhow and try to get around it
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:05:54 No.315749378
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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:06:56 No.315749525
>>315748748
Thank you bo! Much appreciated. I'm loving writing this and I hope yall are enjoying it. I have dreams like this every night so this is actually really personal as goofy as it sounds.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:07:05 No.315749545
>>315749361
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:07:38 No.315749615
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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:07:52 No.315749639
not too many bumps, plox. think of the posting limit;)
also compliments to OP
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:08:25 No.315749713
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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:09:26 No.315749846
>>315749639
oh alright then
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:11:00 No.315750063
bumpity bump bump bump
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:11:26 No.315750116
>>315748127
A
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:12:08 No.315750199
>>315749361
You abandon the car and leave the creature behind you, sprinting into the trees. You wish your supplies had included a damn flashlight; the woods are very dark. Behind you, you hear the creature shriek in rage and storm forward, most likely after you. You run faster than you've ever run, faster even than in your years playing Linebacker in high school at North Florence. After a while, the footsteps behind you seem to cease, and you eventually come out of the woods at a shopping plaza off I-385. You see a group of police officers heralding civilians into the enormous Best Buy at the end of the plaza, and the lights in the Burger King illuminate another group, holed up with random melee weapons and guns.
A. Head to the Best Buy. There are few windows and probably many avenues of escape.
B. Head to Burger King. Those people need your help more than the people being protected by the cops.
C. These people are all dead. Head back into the woods and skirt the highway til you're out of the populated city.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:12:12 No.315750218
god i wish i was high right now...
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:18 No.315750374
>>315750199
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:35 No.315750407
>>315749290
dunno what they are, but the name suits what they look like in my mind
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:39 No.315750417
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:57 No.315750466
A! Best buy. need a flashlight
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:14:04 No.315750487
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ill bump after every continuation
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:18:51 No.315751133
>>315750374
These "strongholds" are a tactical nightmare. Not a chance. You head further through the woods for fifteen to twenty minutes. The view on the highway is awful. Cars are piled up everywhere, overturned like playtoys. You see a young woman pulled from a Tahoe and ravaged by a creature like the one that got Scott. It tears off her head gleefully and devours her face .This is horror worse than you've ever seen.
You head deeper into the forest, but your stamina starts to fail you. Through the trees, you see a compound with huge barbed wire fences. It's a junkyard. Inside, dozens of well armed men patrol while others are hard at work on trucks and buses, likely building armored vehicles to fight back the tide of monsters. Farther in, you see women and children sequestered near a small office. You look right, and see a plume of red smoke about a quarter of a mile into the forest.
A. Move on
B. Try to gain entrance to the compound. These people look well prepared.
C. Investigate the red smoke. It may be a military signal for a green zone.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:20:06 No.315751318
>>315751133
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:20:08 No.315751320
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http://www.iamcal.com/games/choose/room.php
go add to this/play this k thnx /b/
sorry op this is faster
pic unrelated
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:20:14 No.315751338
>>315751133
get in that compound and rape dem wimmenz
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:21:10 No.315751466
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bump
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:22:06 No.315751596
>>315751320
stfu i like what op is doing
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:22:18 No.315751623
OP is actually a good writer :)
And can write quickly... good job OP :)
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:23:07 No.315751728
b
Gotta say, you're a fantastic writer.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:26:17 No.315752132
f5 f5 f5 f5 f5!!!
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:28:26 No.315752395
>>315751133
OP, can I post your story after you are done on my story site? I write choose your own adventure stories on 4chan all the time, but I haven't seen much decent writing from anyone before.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:28:59 No.315752474
>>315751318
The people inside the compound are startled by your approach. Defensive, they shoulder their weapons and aim at you. A well dressed man, clearly the leader, yells out to you. "Identify yourself!"
"I'm John Houlihan!" You yell back. "I'm a student at USC and a Marine cadet. Please, let me in. I can't do this alone."
The men exchange suspicious glances, but they open the gate nonetheless. They open the gate, and you dash in. It closes behind you, and the men circle around you. "Weapons down, for now." The leader demands. You holster your Rhino and drop your shotgun and rifle to the ground.
"Now listen here boy. We're all from Shantin Baptist down the road. We were having Wednesday night revival when this all started. Understand son, our vengeful God has unleashed Hell on an unbelieving Earth, and we are here to glorify him and fight the tide of death. Problem?"
"No sir, I'm a Baptist myself and..."
You're cut off by a crash. The gate falls to the ground behind you and you turn to see your worst fear brought to life: the elephant-sized monster from the apartment lopes into the compund, followed by dozens of the hook-handed goblins you saw at the apartment.
"He's an agent of the Devil! HE BROUGHT THEM HERE!" The man yells. Most of the men engage the monsters immediately, but two turn to you, shotguns cocked and aimed at you. "DIE DEMON!" one shrieks as he cocks his gun
A. Try to reason with them
B. Red Dead Redemption this shit, pull out your pistol and ice the two men. It's too late for diplomacy.
C. Grab your guns and head deeper into the compound
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:30:02 No.315752631
>>315752395
Absolutely :) Whats the site?
Also, i made an email for story-related contacting. opversustheworld@yahoo.com
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:30:48 No.315752745
>>315752631
http://storiesofop.blogspot.com
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:30:48 No.315752746
>>315752474
b or c whatever would be more interesting
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:31:21 No.315752843
>>315752474
CCC
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:31:31 No.315752863
B
quickdraw that shit
>> Dude. !!60ojazPa++n 03/14/11(Mon)04:31:39 No.315752886
>>315752474
bbbbb
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:32:05 No.315752940
>>315752745
That's you?! No way! You're the one that got me to write this story actually! I was reading the second part of your zombie story on my Droid the other day :D
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:32:31 No.315753002
B LOLZ
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:32:58 No.315753064
>>315752940
That's me :)
I just shot you an email.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:35:25 No.315753389
Bbbbumpppppp
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:38:16 No.315753747
>>315752746
You pull the Rhino out and plug the man on the left out of sheer instinct. All of those days at the range pay off as his body crumples to the ground. You aim at the second man, but before you can pull the trigger, one of the razor goblins does the job for you. Cutting his neck cleanly open, it jumps on his shoulders and starts to feed on his eyes. He fires wildly, missing you by a long shot. Retrieving your guns, you holster the Rhino and aim the rifle at the closest goblin. The .30-06 slug penetrates its sunken little chest, and it falls to the ground, it's razor claws flailing. Knowing this is a lost cause, you run past the group of guards as they're steadily slaughtered. You see a gate at the far end of the yard, past hundreds of wrecked cars. Hurtling a Chrysler Sebring, you land like a cat and keep running. The cry of a small girl makes you stop dead in your tracks. The beasts have broken the guards' perimeter and are closing fast on the women and children. There are about four left, not counting the elephant demon currently crushing the leader of the guards with his skull flail. The abject horror on the little girl's face tells you that you have a responsibility here. You can't in good faith leave these innocents here to die.
A. Stay and fight.
B. Run
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:38:18 No.315753758
BUMP
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:39:23 No.315753895
>>315753747
B
You said it was a long shot. Now you want to consider staying? No, just run for it!
>> puddi magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:39:37 No.315753925
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:40:30 No.315754051
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:41:13 No.315754130
b
go go go
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:41:28 No.315754164
B!
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:43:27 No.315754450
can we get this thread archived?
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:44:47 No.315754650
>>315754450
If I can stay up the whole time I will post it on the stories site... but I will email OP and ask him to send it to me if I fall asleep, so it will be archived regardless.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:46:43 No.315754928
Bamp
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:48:44 No.315755187
Bumping...
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:48:48 No.315755199
Bumpididu
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:49:55 No.315755335
>>315753925
Better to live a hero than die a coward. You head over to the office building. "All of you, get out of here! I'll hold them off!" You yell. The uncertainty in your voice indicates that you likely won't be holding them off for long. The innocents are shocked, but they damn well don't need to be told twice. As they run off, you duck behind an exposed engine block for cover and blow the skull off of one of the goblins. The rest focus their attention on you. Thankfully, the elephant beast is still focused on what guards are left. Small pleasures, I reckon.
One goblin leaps into the air, claw poised to strike. You rack another round and fire, but miss. You drop the rifle and unsling your shotgun, a last stand you knew was coming. The goblin lands on the engine, and is summarily erased by existence by 00 buckshot from your Mossberg. You rack another shell, the last one in your internal magazine, and ravage the second goblin. The third is suddenly upon you. You block its claw with your shotgun, but the impact knocks it out of your grip. You pull out the bucknife, knowing you're dead but not going out without a fight.
"Get some, fucker!" You scream, and cut a strip out of its left flank. It reflexively brings a claw up and slashes your forehead. Blood pours down into your right eye, obscuring your vision. Through your left eye, you see it prepare for another strike, and stab out half-blind at it. The knife embeds itself into the creature's eye, and with a gasp it dies instantly.
You survived. For now at least.
Knowing you cant defeat the elephant monster who is now wiping out the last of the human fighters, you turn and run. The survivors are completely gone, the back gate hanging open in the night.
A. Make like the innocents and bolt out the back.
B. Try to get one of the reinforced trucks to start.
C. Stay and try your luck fighting the behemoth. This borders on insanity. What are you, suicidal?
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:51:22 No.315755511
>>315754650
Funny story, but I really am an intern in SC, so basically I've got to work at 8 and I'm pretty much not gonna be getting any sleep anyhow because of this now I reckon haha. So I'll be up and writing til then. If you don't make it til then I'll send it to you
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:51:43 No.315755555
>>315755335
>>315755335
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:51:57 No.315755583
>>315755335
BBBBBB
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:52:55 No.315755715
>>315755335
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:53:35 No.315755806
>>315755555
>>315755583
>>315755672
Next vote calls it. Nice quads btw Puddi
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:54:51 No.315755974
ccccccccc
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:55:26 No.315756046
>>315755555
no wey, quads!
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:56:38 No.315756230
C
it's obvious that insanity isn't much of a problem for you, send that beast back to hell.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:56:50 No.315756256
>>315755974
FUCK YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:59:42 No.315756600
>>315755511
You actually in training to be a Marine? I'm in the military myself.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:01:58 No.315756867
c'mon OP this shit is good let's hurry
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:02:22 No.315756916
>>315756867
you cant rush perfection
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:02:34 No.315756950
>>315756867
He is writing relatively long posts. Plus, it's not an easy job... it's actually pretty tough to do this.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:02:51 No.315756986
>>315755715
You'll never make it on foot, and you know that. You scan the area hurriedly, finally laying eyes on a jacked up Ford F250 with hastily thrown-on armor plates and big floodlights on top. It's as good as any, you figure. You hop in the cab and thank the good Lord, because the keys are in the ignition. You throw it into drive, and haul ass out the back gates just as the behemoth finishes with the guards. It roars and starts out after you. It's legs are huge and its very fast, but not faster than your American-built monster of a truck. You leave it in your rearview as you drive down the bumpy dirt road back towards the highway. The behemoth lets loose a roar of rage as it fades away behind you into the night.
A ways down the road, you find the survivors. They aren't survivors anymore. One by one, bodies litter the side of the road, flayed like a 12 point buck after a hunt. You say a quick prayer as you roll by.
Finally, you reach a main road. You're in Greer, a small town outside of Greenville. Main Street is quiet, the action long since ended there. Shop windows are broken, buildings are blazing unchecked, and bodies are everywhere. Greer has been overrun. Except....
The floodlights in the courthouse are on. Army trucks and Amphibious Assault Vehicles are drawn in a perimiter around the building, and barricades pepper the area. There are no soldiers outside but you're sure there are still survivors inside, probably well armed.
A. Investigate
B. Keep driving. This will only end up like last time.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:03:39 No.315757100
>>315756600
Yessir! USMC PLC, tryna be Force Recon someday. What branch?
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:04:10 No.315757173
>>315756986
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:04:20 No.315757194
>>315756986
A
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:05:06 No.315757289
>>315756986
A
We could keep driving forever, but what's the point? It makes for a boring story.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:05:19 No.315757320
>>315757100
I'm in the Canadian Forces. Army.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:06:06 No.315757416
BUMPPPPPPPPPPP
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:06:11 No.315757424
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:08:03 No.315757653
Too much action. Protagonist needs some break. CPPPPPPPPPP or necrophile scene
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:09:04 No.315757775
File1300093744.jpg-(134 KB, 585x406, 1298685794351.jpg)
Bumpity Bump Bump
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:11:35 No.315758035
>>315756986
You park the truck and hide the keys under the front left tire, just in case. Your weapons rattle in the eerie quiet as you approach the courthouse. This all seems too...orderly. Too perfect. Your defenses are raised. Something's wrong here.
You take the steps two at a time and knock on the door. A slat slides open in the door, and a rugged, worn face looks back at you through a clearly poorly rigged peephole.
"Who are you?" a voice with a thick country accent inquires sharply from the other side of the door. You explain yourself and your situation. Without responding, the man slams the slat closed and opens the door. "Get in." He says.
You walk through the door into the court house, and it slams behind you. A slick looking man sits in the receptionists chair, surrounded by guards. "John...we've been expecting you." He growls with an evil grin. You turn to run, knowing now you've wandered into a trap, but it's too late. You turn just in time to see a rifle butt slam you in the face.
You wake up in a crudely made cell, barely big enough for a man your size. You're nearly naked and your guns are gone.
No choices this time, I'm writing another post then you get choices :) keep bumping!
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:12:48 No.315758189
>>315758035
ITS A TRAP
GOD DAMNIT
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:13:12 No.315758246
>>315758035
Intrigued
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:13:33 No.315758275
>>315758035
A. Grab my balls,
open the floor
get on the door,
everbody shot web some more.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:16:29 No.315758595
>>315758189
Not the good kind of trap...
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:16:34 No.315758600
>>315758035
a. cry
b. mastrabate
c. piss yourself
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:17:03 No.315758661
>>315758600
d: all of the above
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:18:15 No.315758788
>>315758661
E. All of the above at once.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:18:33 No.315758822
>>315758035
You lay in your cramped cell for what seems like hours. The sun has risen and shines through a small window, the spring heat making you sick to your stomach. Finally, two enormous men dressed in hooded black robes enter the room and drag you from your cell. Your head throbs from the goblin cut and the beating you took from the man at the door. You don't even bother inquiring what's going on, as you know you won't get an answer. The men drag you into the courtroom, and sit you in the defendant's seat. It would be poetic if it wasn't so terrifying. The room is full of people of various sizes and shapes, all in black robes and hoods. They laugh and hiss mockingly at you. The slick looking man sits in the judges seat, staring down at you with his same evil smirk.
"What's going ON here?!" You spit angrily at the man. He laughs, an awful cackle that chills you to the bone. "First, you're going to tell me about yourself young man. We're all very curious about you."
A. Give him a hurried, rambling explanation of who you are
B. I'm not letting this guy run the fuckin' show. Ask him again what's going on
C. Don't say a word. They're not getting anything out of you
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:19:45 No.315758958
>>315758822
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:20:02 No.315758996
>>315758822
B
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:21:17 No.315759129
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:22:19 No.315759244
File1300094539.jpg-(32 KB, 550x366, 1298509581209.jpg)
/b/
HAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:26:13 No.315759670
Bump
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:27:59 No.315759853
bumpity-bump-bump
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:28:55 No.315759985
"A tough guy. How touching." Scoffs the slick man. "Ok son, let me let you in on a little secret. This world is over. You’ve surely seen it coming, you little maggot. Everyone has. Disasters, war, unrest in Africa. All of it ties together perfectly. It’s the end of days, and you should be proud to bear witness to it! The Creator has decided to give us pitiful humans a chance to redeem ourselves in the fires of war, and many have taken on that mantle. We are here to make sure that doesn’t happen. The only thing standing in our dark Master's way is a man, designated by God himself as the so-called Hero of Humanity. It was supposed to be a secret who that man was, but...the Devil has his ways, as they say.
Now, while the odds that you're that man are stunningly low, you're the prime target at the moment. Our dark Lord has been watching you for some time now, and he's on his way with a precession of archdaemons at the moment to personally tear your soul from your body and, Satan willing, end this stupid war. As a matter of fact, I sense his presence right now..."
The doors behind you fly open, and an overwhelmingly sickening presence covers the room.
A. Panic and run, trying to find a way out somehow.
B. Hold your ground. Let what may come, come.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:29:10 No.315760015
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bump for justice
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:30:01 No.315760118
>>315759985
>>315759985
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:30:30 No.315760171
>>315759985
B
But really C: Run without panicking
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:31:10 No.315760249
>>315759985
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:31:39 No.315760307
B
show the prince of darkness some of your own.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:32:24 No.315760375
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/b/
HA HA I DID IT AGAIN, HOW OUTRAGEOUS!
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:32:31 No.315760379
>>315760171
this
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:35:58 No.315760712
Bump... sleepy...
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:38:26 No.315760967
>>315760118
You turn and face the presence, well aware that there is no escape for you. The sight that greets you is worse by far than anything you've seen yet. Surrounded by dozens of abyssal horrors stands a nearly seven foot tall, skeletal figure. All of the hooded forms in the room immediately drop to their knees, writhing and whispering to themselves in near-orgasmic ecstasy. The figure strides to where you stand, and the hooded goons all begin to chant in unison, in one voice. The language is unlike any you've ever heard. You stand tall and proud, facing Hell itself. No mere man could stand in front of the Devil himself, but you feel...bolstered somehow. Reinforced. The Devil is upon you.
You suddenly float into the air in front of him, your body locked with horrible spasms and he extends his hand toward you. Just as he is about to touch you with his skeletal fingers, the chanting rises to a crescendo, but your spasms start to cease. The reinforcement comes back to you, a flood of light in the darkness. You feel power course through you like an outlet, flowing out of each and every one of your pours. The Devil withdraws his hand, shrieking and hissing, and the power explodes out of you. You lose consciousness to the sight of every demon in the room spasming wildly. You smile.
You awaken in a soft, clean bed in a small, cheerily decorated room. You're terribly confused and weak.
A. Lay here for a while and recover your strength.
B. Head to the door and try to find whomever saved you
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:39:46 No.315761106
B. I friggin love where this is going op. you blindsided me with that one
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:40:01 No.315761136
>>315760967
>>315760967
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:41:36 No.315761313
the letter before C and after A
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:42:00 No.315761359
OP here, are yall still reading this/liking where I'm going with it? I just wanna make sure I'm not writing to a wall
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:42:03 No.315761363
>>315760967
/b/b/b/b/
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:43:01 No.315761453
>>315761359
im loving it man
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:43:22 No.315761483
>>315761106
How? It's just LOL YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:44:14 No.315761566
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/b/
OMG SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STOP ME
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:44:23 No.315761639
>>315761359
If people are still voting it means they are still interested, though I think it needs more dinosaurs.
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:45:41 No.315761698
>>315761566
fucking lol
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:45:44 No.315761701
>>315760967
You open the door and look upon the living room of a tiny, simple wooden house. A fire burns in the fireplace. It's spring in South Carolina, and there's no reason to have a fire burning, but the temperature in the room is perfect. There are no visible electronics or trappings of the 21st century. The huge, picturesque windows look out onto a rolling field and a gorgeous lake. It's your idea of a perfect place.
An ancient, benevolent looking old man sits in the corner in an overstuffed, comfortable looking chair, knitting. He doesn't look up at you. His enormous spectacles hide his face. Everything is too perfect to be real.
A. Approach him.
B. Walk outside.
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:46:35 No.315761787
>>315761701
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:47:09 No.315761839
>>315761701
A
dude is god
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:47:19 No.315761861
>>315761483
I think maybe u is jelly
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:49:59 No.315762147
a
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:55:04 No.315762744
>>315761701
Last time was tarp.
B
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:55:32 No.315762804
You decide to leave the old man for later and go investigating. As you head to the door, however, it flies open and two adorable, golden haired children run in. The old man looks up, smiling. He embraces them, smiling proudly. He speaks to them in German, a language you could never claim to understand, but somehow you comprehend exactly what he's saying. He is their grandfather, and they've come to hear his stories. He tells the wide eyed children of a time before man, when God cast the Devil out of Heaven for his ambition, and his subsequent attempts to gain access to the Throne. He tells of Noah, of Job, of Samson. He talks for what could be hours, and yet you're enamored nonetheless. His stories begin to tell of a time of war between God and the Devil on earth, a catastrophic time that brought down flames and death from one corner of the world to another. Surely he speaks of the current conflict? "But how?" you wonder. Just as his story reaches it's climax, the image suddenly starts to fade.....
You awaken, alone, in the courtroom. It is day. The demons are gone, and all of the robed cultists are dead, save the slick man who is nowhere to be seen. Again, you're confused and scared. The reinforcing presence is gone. You take to your feet.
A. Investigate the courtroom
B. Head back to the truck and strike back out on the road
C. Set out on foot. The truck draws too much attention
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:57:23 No.315762978
>>315762804
C
You're the motherfucking chosen one...
and that truck is going to run out of gas.
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:57:29 No.315763070
>>315762804
c
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:00:36 No.315763309
>>315762804
A we know we have backup
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:03:37 No.315763622
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Bumping for epicness
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:04:22 No.315763706
>>315762978
The truck was far too conspicuous to begin with. It's not worth dying for a nice ride. You stride out of the courtroom into the main entrance and find your gear piled in the corner. How convenient. Instead of taking your .30-06 which is running very low on rounds, you grab an AR-15 slung across a chair, a couple magazines and a box of rounds resting at the base. You throw open the doors and step into the sun. There are no monsters in sight, but you see a far more amazing site: living breathing people. Dozens of them, hundreds even, many armed with hunting rifles and crowbars and the like. Down the street, you watch a group of armed men kick open a door to a flower shop. They sweep in, and you hear gunshots. After a moment, they return to the street and usher a group of wounded and battered elderly people inside. Others are working to reinforce windows and doors. A mammoth of a man is standing near your truck, seemingly directing the work efforts. At the day care building next door, a young blonde woman with striking blue eyes is administering to the wounded.
A. Talk to the man.
B. Talk to the woman.
>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)06:05:51 No.315763883
>>315763706
>>315763706
>>315763706
b
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:06:16 No.315763931
A
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:08:15 No.315764125
A
sorry OP i can't stay up, else i'll pass out far too early tomorrow. Pains me to not finish the story, hopefully it gets archived on that site.
>> 1745-R-S !k/mlQdBDxE 03/14/11(Mon)06:09:29 No.315764269
>>315763931
A
keep on writing
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:11:18 No.315764459
>>315763883
You go over and talk to the woman, she takes her top off. You Touch her boob laugh and walk away
The End
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:12:20 No.315764558
The people on Main Street are so busy, they barely notice you as you stride across the street to the day care center. Not all of them are too wrapped up to take note of you though; up and down the street armed sentinels stop patrolling to stare at you. A watchman posted on the roof of a greasy spoon-type diner trains his rifle on you and watches your every step. These people aren't fucking around.
Unfazed, you approach the young woman. She's worn and exhausted, yet still radiant. You introduce yourself, but she barely responds. She's wrapped up in her work and has no time for you. When you tell her about the cultists though, she perks up. Turning away from a teenage boy with a clearly broken arm, she asks you a barrage of questions about your experience in the courthouse. You tell her, and she yells to a group of armed sentinels to go check the courthouse out. Her name is Anne. A nurse at a huge hospital in Greenville, she was evacuated to Greer by the National Guard at the start of the catastrophe. They had staged down the road a ways, but their perimeter was overrun during the night. Anne had survived by hiding in a meat locker while everyone else had been massacred.
Hold on, typing more.
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:12:26 No.315764574
fucken AMAZING story OP 6:11 am and cant stop reading ganna hit up ur email with sum compliments
>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:14:20 No.315764777
Alright yall, op here. I gotta get ready for work. I'll send this to the guy and get it on his site, then write more when I get home tonight, I promise! If you want me to send you part 2 in case you miss it, email opversustheworld@yahoo.com
I'll finish it, I promise!
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