Top note reassurance to Mods: No this is not spam. Yes this is related to writing. No it is not PS related, but this is the only writing section and I figured it must go here. Forgive me if I\'m wrong.
I\'m inviting you all to play my MMCYOA game^_^. We\'ve been having fun with it on another board I go to and I think you guys might enjoy it too. I wish I could clone it here, but that would split the votes (See below) and I don\'t know if that\'d be fair by the other guys to suddenly dump a bunch of votes from nowhere. Maybe I\'ll ask them. But first I\'ll see if anyone is interested here.
Brief summery goes as follows, stolen in part from the main post because I\'m lazy:p:
This is a MMCYOA, something I cooked up as a fun game for [kLuTz\'s board]. MMCYOA (Massive Multi-person Choose Your Own Adventures) is very simple:
I write a bit of the story and then give a choice. I set up a poll at the end of the part with your choices. You guys as the \'voices\' decide what happens next by voting. At the end of say 4-5 days, the poll closes and I count the votes, the most votes are the way Vaik goes.
As a way to hopefully round you guys in, I\'ve posted the Prelude/Introduction here:
Vaik\'s Story Prelude[/b]____________
\' I suppose I should start by letting you know who I am. I am from birth Vaik son of Herik, eighth son of an eighth son. I supposed you think this should make me special, and it should. Eighth sons of eighth sons are destined to be wizards. A wizard who is about to die seeks out one of us and passes on his powers. Only it never happened for me.
\' When I was born the whole town was lit with torches and people stood watch for the first sight of the expected arrival of a wizard, even though there was a fearsome storm kicking around. They say the storm was an omen, and maybe it was, I don?t know. It must?ve been, because no wizard showed up.
\' All night my parents waited in vain, but the roads remained empty. Some said that my father must have been mistaken about his order of birth. Others wondered if my parents had done something awful that made me unworthy. Some of the more superstitious said that it was me who was cursed and that I would bring doom on all.
\' I?m told I came close to being burned that night. Only the fierce protection of my father managed to gain enough support to save me. There were several tense weeks, but when nothing happened, either good or bad, I was ignored.
\' Most of the townsfolk don?t remember that night. My parents never say much about it. I?ve grown up like most boys working on my parent?s sh?don farm to earn bread and butter.
\' Sh?dons are kinda like small dragons, only they can?t breathe fire and are rather docile. A few times a year they shed their luminous skins and we can sell these to nobles for a fine price. The smarter sh?dons can be sold as trackers and hunters, for they have a remarkable sense of smell.
\' All in all I?ve had a good life so far I guess. My brothers tease me sometimes about my birth, but I give back what I get, so things never get too out of hand. My parents have always been loving folks, and I enjoy my work on the farm.
\' But lately strange things have been happening to me. I haven?t told anyone yet because while I?m not afraid of my brothers, I don?t want to give them cause for extreme teasing. I just hope I can figure out what is going on.
\' It started on my nineteenth birthday a few months ago. My siblings had made something special for me, we always do that for each other, and even though it was in a small box and heavily wrapped in an oilskin, I swear I could just
tell what was inside.
\' It was a pair of jink pipes. I like to play when watching the sh?dons in the fields. Not that they need protecting so much as just making sure one doesn?t get it into his head to leave. What was even stranger was that even though I had never seen it before I knew what every inch looked like. I even knew what it sounded like before even the first teasing note. It was as if I had owned them all my life.
\' My reaction was a little odd and it made my brothers a little suspicious. I?ve been wanting a new pair for a long time and my normal reaction would?ve been to shout and jump around. But I was so stunned at the strange occurrence that I kinda just stood there and stared. It made my brothers think that I had peeked while they were making them, I heard the whispers. It?s upsetting because I know I hurt their feelings after the beautiful work they had done.
\' If that had been the only thing I would?ve just passed it off as one of those strange things that happen in the course of a life. But that wasn?t the only thing. Other, inexplicable things have happening to me. The worst is that lately I?ve been hearing whisperings of voices. It?s like people are behind me, but when I turn, no one is there.
\' They speak to me, although not in words. It?s more like I somehow know what they mean to say, if they could speak. I?ve notice that they seem to speak to me when I have to make a choice. Not an everyday choice, but...well, take a fortnight ago for example.
\' One of the sh?dons had decided to go for a frolic in the swamp at the edge of our land. There are things in the swamp that make it dangerous to wander alone, but the sh?don was right there on the edge, munching small creatures. I could try to catch it before it went deeper, or go for one of my brothers to help me.
\' As I stood there pondering what to do, I heard the voices come. I swear I?m not making this up. They insisted that I go for help. It was a command so compelling that I decided to listen. When I returned with my brother I saw an oprey that had been hidden in the weeds before. The bite from an oprey is usually painful death and I would?ve run right into it if I had gone in earlier alone like I had been planning. I didn?t feel well the rest of the day.
\' It?s been getting worse too. I only used to hear the voices every now and then, but it seems they talk to me everyday now. It?s like they?re guiding me, almost protecting me, as if there?s something important for me in the future. I don?t feel in control of my own life anymore.
\' Soon I?m going to have to find answers. I?ve tried asking the voices, but they seem to only be able to offer advice. Who are these voices, what are they guiding me for? What are they guiding me to? What?s going on with the strange happenings in my life? I need to find out before I go crazy.
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If you?re interested, go here to see the latest part:
Vaik\'s Story: Part Four I really enjoy doing this; I look forward to writing after each poll. The more players though, the more fun for me because the more chance that the votes will swing a different way. Also I just plain like to share fun things with people. Anyone wanna play?
