A test, sort of

[Silversnow]

Hey everyone. I found out I was extremely bored and figured something out for fun. Here I have the first part of a little story... What I was thinking is that you read the story and then figure out what should happen or what you should do next. You don't write anything, just post what should happen. So, please read and give me comments and things...

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You wake up. You listen for a while to the sound of water slowly dripping off a stone to hit another. You have a pounding headache and it feels like someone has dumped sand in your mouth. You feel different, somehow. You try to open your eyes, preparing for the pain that will come when the light outside attacks you. It’s dark. The combination of dripping water and darkness makes you feel a bit nervous. You try to move your hand and feel nothing but stone under it. You manage to get up enough to lean on your elbows. Your eyes has adjusted to the dark enough for you to see a little. Slimy rocks and ancient bones are all you see though.
You try to remember what you have done the last days, but your mind is a bit foggy. All you know is that you are Vidash Welfos, a merchant. You know that you were supposed to take a cargo to one of the outer lands. What was inside that, you don’t know, but obviously that’s the reason you’re in this place. You can’t seem to remember who was supposed to have it either, just one thing. That it was a male creature with a strange family-name, asi... ashi or something and eyes like a cat.
All you know for sure now is that you have to clear out what the hell has happened to you, where that cargo is and then take that to the catman. You look around yourself, trying to find a way out. But as it seems, you are more likely to slip on a rock and kill yourself than to get out, so you force yourself to sit up and think. Getting nowhere on that, you decide to figure out what is so different about you. You look on your hands. They look just like any other human hands, but you can’t see any details so maybe you’re wrong. You touch your face and feel that all the necessary parts that’s needed to make a face are there. You accidentally poke yourself in the eye, quickly bringing the headache back.
“Damn it!” you growl. You notice your voice sounds so raspy and old. You clear your throat and say some things. You sound much more like the normal you. You check your legs. You can’t see your feet, but there’s nothing wrong about your legs. Torso all fine. You check your head again. Your hair is much longer and messed up and you’re sure you didn’t have earrings before, but here you feel something odd... Your ears continue up and ends in points! You have to look elfish or something. You feel very, very bad about that for a while, before you forget it. A thought strikes you and you look up. Far up there you see light, coming through a barred hole. Are you in a prison? You stand up, and becomes so dizzy you almost fall. But you reach out and try to feel something. You touch a wall and try if you can climb up. It’s slippery and dark, so it could mean your death. Not giving yourself time to hesitate, you quickly start climbing.
You don’t know how long it took for you to get up to the bars, but now you’re there now, so you check to see if they can be moved. To your surprise, they can. You push them out of the way and climb up. You put the bars back after you and look around yourself. You’re standing on what seems to be a street. A few garbage cans are the only things that shares the street with you, that you can see. The faint light comes from the moon above you. You walk around for a while, trying to find some clues to where you are. You don't find anything you recognize, so you try to get some sleep on a parkbench.

Morning comes, and you wake up when something comes crashing down on you. You stare at the furry thing now positioned on your stomach. The rat-like creature hiss at you and flees. You get up and walk away towards the stream of moving people you see. They don’t seem to notice that you’re there at all. You, on the other hand, look around yourself amazed. Where are you and why are you here? You didn’t even know there was a place like this. To your left lies what seems to be a marketplace, full of people, tents and different artists. To you right are a few houses and the street divides before them. Right in front of you lies a magnificent house, its blue glassroof making the street look like it was under the sea, and its walls shimmering of gold. You look to your side and see a small sign. ‘Bayon str. The Compound’ you read on it and wonders what it means. You look around yourself again, wondering where to go next.
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So there, start deciding, people... What should happen now?

[Jacob]

I don't know about what should happen next but i just thought i'd tell you its a good intro and very descriptive, well done.

[Mac the Janitor]

Yeah, you're a great writer. Very good idea, also.

Umm...I think he should go to that market and talk to people...

[Abe's son]

TO THE COMPOUND!

[Sekto Springs]

sehr gute oddys, mach weiter so meinen Freund!

[Hobo]

Originally posted by sligslinger
sehr gute oddys, mach weiter so meinen Freund!

Hey moron, it's silversnow not Oddys so stop showing off. Dumbass........

[Adder]

As soon as I've printed this out and read it, I'll post what should happen next.

I'm sorry but I can't read more than 10 lines on a screen without a headache!

[Silversnow]

Wow, thanks everyone! I never thought I'd get 6 replies in a day! And sorry, I don't speak german... Men pratar du svenska, sligslinger? Sorry, couldn't resist, hehe.

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You go towards the marketplace, looking around yourself all the time. There's so much new! You look on all the tents and things around you. All the time, there's people trying to catch attention.
"Sir, would you like to see..."
"Behold, the great Zah..."
"Fresh fish, caught in the..."
You stop there and look down on yourself, trying to find a purse or some pockets. You have A LOT of pockets on your not too clean clothes, but all are empty. Meaning you can't buy a thing. You try to start conversations with people walking by, but most of them seem to avoid you or don't pay you any attention. So you give up and decide to simply look on all the artist. You are watching two girls (most likely twins) do complicated tricks with knives and what seems to be nothing but pure fire, when you see someone that's staring at you. A man, most likely from the upper class. He knows you have noticed him, so he quickly looks away. You go towards him, determined not to let him go away. He seems to be a bit nervous, but stays. You try a friendly smile.
"Hello." you say. He gives you a half-heartened smile.
"Yes, hello... eeh, sir." he says, staring at you. You grow tired of it.
"Quit that and just tell me what's wrong." you say. He stares at the ground.
"Well, sir, that kind of clothes are, well... not quite tasteful. Not even on someone like you, I would have to say."
You are about to say something back when he continues.
"I mean, believe me sir, I have seen many like you and not a single one had as bad taste, whew!" He waves his hand in front of his nose with a look of disgust on his face for a while, before smiling at you. He reaches out the hand.
"The name's Mike, actor. Sorry about crushing your self-esteem there, but I couldn't resist. And you are quite catching, if you know what I mean."
You shake his hand while giving him some tips about what he might say that still are insulting, but won't get his nose broken. He takes you to a tent and buys you a drink.
"What is this place?" you ask.
"This? Oh, this is just the marketplace."
"Yeah, I know that, but everything around. The whole place, you know?"
He looks at you in a strange way, but doesn't comment you question.
"It's Bayon Street in the Compound... You do know what the compound is, don't you?"
You shake your head. He sighs.
"Oh. A sleepwalker, are you? Well, the compound is a compound, simply. A place where people like you spend their lives, and people like me spend less time just to get a taste of what awaits them when the moneyriver runs dry."
"People like me? Sleepwalker...? Mike, I'm just a simple human merchant, from Aeris. I am supposed to be delivering a... arh, I'm not even supposed to be in some compound and I don't walk in my sleep. What the hell are you talking about?!"
He puts his empty glass away and looks on you (but you see he's focusing on your left ear. You consider the humanity of yourself for a while).
"I understand you. I suppose it's quite a pain to find out. Here," he presses a card in your hand. "once you're done finding out some more about this place or whatever you want to do, maybe you can come see me and we'll talk where it's more private. Where I can explain to you without all these people constantly pushing us around. Oh, and here," he gives you a small pouch. "go buy yourself new clothes."
He smiles at you and walks away. You stand there, puzzled, with the card and the pouch in your hands. You put the pouch in the pocket with the least holes you can find and read the card.
'Michael Johnson-Smith, 78-UI'
You have no idea what the last numbers and letters means exactly, but you guess its got something to do with the house he lives in or himself in person. In the bottom of the card, you see, with small text, 'Nothern Pillar'. You think about that for a while, before put the card in the same pocket as the pouch and look around yourself, trying to find new goals.
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Soo... now I've done what both Abe's son and Mac wanted. But I guess it might become a bit hard to satisfy everyone all the time, so I'm going to write what the first person says from now on. Thank you all

[Kesiah]

yay! Late night Kes-is-half-asleep post!
Hmm... You sound like some sort of elf... at least with the ears and all. And there's a cat person. Kewl. I like it muchly.
Hmmm... I think you should get some new clothes, maybe a meal if you're hungry. Maybe ask around a bit more, seeing if anyone knows about this cat-person maybe? Also might see if anyone can tell you more about Mike, or the Compound.
If that doesn't create a new choice, go talk to Mike.
I think I'm first!
Misto: Cat-man? Maybe he can help me escape this deranged girl...
No! *clings*

[Silversnow]

Yay! Me-should-not-be-online post!!! And, yeah, he sounds like an elf, but he's not. Dunno what he is yet, though. Shouldn't have given him the ears. Right, clothes...

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You leave the marketplace, trying to find someplace to buy new clothes. You get thrown out of most stores for a wide variety of reasons. Most of them has something to do with the way you smell. Thinking it's the last try, you enter a shop. You stand inside for a while, looking on everything in there.
"Can I help you sir?" someone asks you. You look over your shoulder and see a beautiful woman looking at you. She seems to be a bit surprised that you're in there, but smiles.
"Soon enough... Do you know where I can take a bath?"
She doesn't seem to be surprised about the question but merely smiles.
"Yes, sir. Just follow me." she leads you to the back of the store. "If you want, we can see if we can find some clothes you can wear right after the bath. Would you like that?"
You nod and she leaves. She's back in a few minutes with a robe.
"Here you go sir. Now, just go in here and I'll be waiting for you out here."
You go in and she closes the door after you.
When you come out again, you see she's holding up a cream coloured tunic in the light. She looks at you and smiles.
"I was thinking of something like this. Do you like it?" she says and gestures towards a chair, where pairs of pants and boots lie. "Would you like to see how you would look in them?"
You nod, and see how she seems to be weaving something in the air while whispering. You notice the air in the store thickens and a perfect duplicate of yourself appears in front of you. You're shocked when you see it. Your face looks like it always has, but the rest of you... You used to be a very thin man. Now your entire self seems to be full of muscles. Your hair is still messed up and white as bone. Your skin aren't a bit pale (as people from your homeland are supposed to be), now it's olive coloured. You take a step closer to it to examine your eyes. The part of the eyes you can see have the colour of thunderclouds with the pupil like a ruby in the middle.
"Sir?" the shop assistant says. You remember why she has put the duplicate there and look at the clothes. The tunic, darkblue baggy pants and a pair of black leather boots. You like the look of them.
"It's... great." you say. She smiles at you. You pay her for all of it, go back into the other room and changes into it. When you come out again you ask her if she knows anything about Mike.
"An actor called Michael Johnson-Smith? Norhtern pillar? No, sorry, I don't know many people outside the Compound."
"What is the compound for, anyway?"
"What the compound is for?" she repeats and raises an eyebrow with a surprised look on her face. "That's an odd question. I don't know more than the usual, that it's a place for people to live if there's no better choice. Like if no other place would accept them. Some call it a sewer, but others, like me, call it home. I suppose that you're like us now." she says and smiles at you again. You see something about her you haven't noticed before. On her neck and hands are tiny scales. You are like us now...? You don't feel like discussing anything about yourself though, so you thank her and leaves. You go out on the street again and try to fix your hair with your fingers. It immidiately becomes a mess again when you try, so you give up. You sigh and stop a person walking by.
"Am I still Vidash Welfos?" you ask him. He looks at you and grins. You see he has four rows of teeth.
"Welfos? No, no, no... You're apparently Vidash Sleepwalker, my friend thundereye." he says and moves on, chuckling. You look after him then curses and kicks a rock. You have no idea where to go now to find out more about everything.
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Phew... okay, there's still more places to go, read the previous stuff if you don't remember. Am I the only one that thinks this was mostly something that didn't make anything at all happen? Meh... thanks for reading (and, hopefully, posting).

[Adder]

These were previouse ideas that came in too late:

Michale turns out to have some angry "friends",
um... maybe people are racist to elves, or else that they are honoured.
You get ripped off in the shop for clothes?
You can't get out of the compound

As for now, ask where the North Pillar is and try to find Micheal

[Silversnow]

Alright, that'll be written tomorrow or something. But... could you explain the first and third thing you wrote? I didn't get those. What do you mean get ripped off? Too expensive? What has Michael's "friends" to be mad about? Just so I have some idea what you mean.

[Adder]

The first one was meant to be tat Micheal is dealing with gangsters or something who are now angry at him, and you get stuck in the middle.

The third was to do with looking like an elf now... you knowm cause elves are a lower class of being in some stories

[Silversnow]

Oh! Right... Thanks for explaining that for silly me. I'll remember that.

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You walk around in the compound, without any particular place to go. You look around yourself constantly for a while, before staring at the ground right in front of you. You think hard about Michael and the Northern Pillar, but you simply get stuck between your own theories and thoughts. You moan about that endlessy before you find yourself knocked to the ground. Your eyes are clamped shut, and it feels like someone is sending electric impulses through your body, keeping you in pain but unable to move. You try to scream but can't. After a while (could have been hours or minutes, you have no idea) the pain eases and you feel that you are able to move again. You slowly open your eyes and see a half-solid blue wall. You realise you have walked right into it and embarrased, you get up and brush the dust off you. A thing comes towards you. It looks more like a lizard acting human than a human. It shakes its head when it sees you.
"Aaah, sso I sssee you have tried the hard way?" he snickers. "Well, ssome can't learn anything before it hurtsss them."
You try to yell at it, but your voice simply doesn't cooperate.
"You can't passs without one of thesssse." it says and hold out its hand. You see a simple gold bracelet around its wrist. You swallow hard and try to talk again.
"Where... can I... get one of... those?" you ask. Every word feels like knives being pulled out from your throat.
"You can't jusst buy it! Sssomeone hasss to get you one, and you musssst have a reassson to have it." it hisses and quiets down for a while. "And no, a desssire to crossss the border issn't reassson enough."
"What are you... some kind of guard?" you ask, annoyed with him. He grins and nods. You consider forcing him into clearing a way out of the compound for you, but you don't know how many of those around you are guards. You turn to him again.
"Fine. Then I'll go fix a bracelet, missster guard. And when I'm back, I'll teach you sssome mannerssss..." you hiss at him before you leave. You can feel him glaring at you from behind. When you've gotten out of sight, you punch a wall while screaming. You don't know anyone except Mike, and to get to Mike you have to leave the compound, and to leave the compound you have to get Mike to give you a bracelet. You kick a rock. And another one. You mutter to yourself as you walk down the streets, this time looking out for blue walls. You pass a group of men, talking quietly to each other. When you've already forgotten about them, you feel a hand on your shoulder. When he spins you around you feel the stink of cheap booze against your face. A man grins at you while he seems to look at your ears.
"'eiya old chum...?" he sludders, all the time breathing heavily on your face. You get a bad feeling.
"Yes?"
"Yeeh... yer one of 'em elven types, ye are... aye??"
But before you can answer, he turns to the men that's slowly coming against you.
"Yes sir, he sure ish one of them damn pointy earsh...." he barks and laughs. You back away from him and see how he almost falls. When he regains some of his balance, you see him holding a rusty old knife while grinning eavily at you. The men behind him carries various objects.
"Shouldll we teash him how welcum hish kinds always are...?" the first man asks. The men behind him shouts various things at you. The drunk leader leaps at you with a snarl that's more like a gurgle. You take a step to the side and watch him land with a thump. You then try to back away from the crowd. You start running when a glass bottle hits the wall beside you, some of the pieces cutting into your face. You have no idea if you can fight them, maybe someone taught you that during the blank weeks, but you don't want to stay and find out that you're wrong. You hear a whooshing sound and something hits the back of your head. You stumble forwards while small stars dance infront of your eyes. That was enough for the thugs to catch you.
You feel a steel pipe crush your arm, and you scream while another one sweep your feet off the ground. You land with your face up, and see their faces laugh at you while hitting you with all they have. No one seems to use anything sharp.
The various attacks soon becomes a red mist of blood and pain for a long time, before all sounds die away, along with the pain. You are aware they are still beating you, but it's like you don't mind anymore. With a snap, you return to normal, just in time to see a knife, raised over your chest in a dramatic pose. You grab the man's wrist, and twitches is. He screams in surprise and pain before you steal his knife and, almost gently, makes a long cut over his stomach. The mans scream soon drowns in the roars of all other men around you. You turn to the other side and stabs a man in his leg before getting up to flee.

You don't know how you escaped the thugs, all you are aware of is the pain that shoots through you every time you take a step. You try to find a doctor, but don't know what to look for. A movement catches your sight, you see two men are checking the leader. You walk towards them and they seem so be slightly surprised when they see your... condition. One of them quickly starts to examine you while asking a lot of questions.
"Who did this to you?"
"His gang."
"Oh, so you knew this guy?"
You are about to say no when you see something shimmering on the leader's wrist. A bracelet. You wonder for a moment if you should say yes, and 'take care' of him, or no and walk away with a clean coinscience. The doctor awaits your answer.
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Argh! So much writing... I hope you understood the drunk guy and stuff... *waits*

[Silversnow]

Okay, I have now edited the last chapter, making it a choice there! So, please people, this depends on you! Don't let this topic die too!!

[Adder]

Now you're getting to the moral choices.
Do you:
(A) Rob some guy (who tried to kill you) of a key out of the barrier
(B) Try to get help with your bruises and broken bones
(C) Go on a killing spree
(D) Find Mike
(etc.) ...you get the idea



Mmm... what to do...

Well, I'd try to find Mike, so I guess you end uptaking the braclet.
And keep the knife, just in case.
As for a dramatic twist... Maybe your now wanted by the person in charge of the compound

P.S. - You should write this in a short story form when you finnish it. It's a really good, if somewhat fragmented, plot!

PPS. This was writen before the edit

[Silversnow]

Great, thank you! I think it's impossible for me to write stories shorter than atleast 20 pages... And what do you mean "fragmented"?? Seriously, I don't understand...

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You nod after a while, thinking that this guy DID try do kill you so it's no harm in stealing stuff from him. The doctor continues talking to you while he heals most of your wounds. Most of the things he do are painless (but healing your arm was probably the most painful thing you've ever done). They also heal the gang leader on the ground, then leaves you with him. You smile and thank them, before turning back to the gang leader. He sits up and looks around himself, a bit confused but probably sober. You wish he has a hangover. He notices you and frown.
"Uuum..." he mumbles. "Who are you? And, eh... what am I doing here, I thought we were gonna meet at..."
Before he can finish the sentance, you pull him up from the ground and shows him the knife you borrowed. He stares at you and grin.
"Hey, where did you get that nice thi..." he starts, but change his mind when you press the tip of the knife against his throat. You lean closer to him and hiss:
"Give me your bracelet."
He removes it without question, and you put it around your own wrist. You notice it becomes cleaner, but less... shiny. You smile at the guy.
"Now run off, and the next time I see you I'll slit your throat, got it?"
He nods and backs away, before he starts running. You put the knife away and glares at the running man.
"Idiot..." you mutter and go back towards the border.
This time you see the blue shade in the air. You touch it with the tip of your indexfinger and feel a sting, but nothing else. You put your hand trough it, and it feels like someone is dropping acid on it for two agonizing seconds. You take a deep breath and slip through. It's feels like you're burning and beeing freezed at the same time, but for a very short time. Once the pain is gone, you go to the first person you see.
"Excuse me?" you say and tap him on his shoulder. He turns around and glares on you. "Am I still in the Compound?" you ask. He looks at you a moment before he grins.
"No, not really. This place has no official name, just... nicknames. But it ain't the compound."
"Where can I find the Northern Pillar?"
He thinks for a while, before his face brightens.
"Oh! That! Just head north." he says and smiles. "Very far north, too."
"Far north...? Can I see it from here?" you ask and try to look over the roofs of the houses. He chuckles.
"No, no, no... It's a long way from here, maybe ten to twenty days on foot."
You feel tricked.
"What...? But I met a man here that said he came from there and he..."
The man interrupts: "This city is a big place, my friend. More things to see than you can in a lifetime, and still people would cross hellfire to get a glimpse of the compound. Don't get it myself, but I guess they have a reason." he says and grins. "Have a happy journey."
He walks away and you choose a random street to follow. You buy some fruit in a store. While resting, you notice a man quickly glancing at you, and you realize he has been doing that a lot. You look another way and see two shady persons talk to each other while looking at you now and then. You're about to leave just to see if they'll follow when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and see a cloaked man standing there. He's extremely short, he just reaches up to your chest.
"We must leave." he says, shortly. You just look at him. You turn around and see one of the two persons that was talking to each other make a sign for you to come to them. The person you first noticed is just glaring at the small man that's talking to you. You look at him again.
"It's for your own safety!" he says and looks quickly at the others that's watching you. You wonder if he tells the truth.
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This was simply bad.

[Adder]

Okay:
1. 20 pages borders on a novelette
2. By fragmented, I meant that it doesn't stay on one area for any amount of time. It just keeps changing, which isn't a bad thing but can get confusing.
3. I haven't read the 5th part yet, so I don't know if it's bad or not.

[Silversnow]

Aah... Alright, then I understand. I hope this isn't confusing, then? Yell at me if it is .

[Adder]

Well, I finnaly got part5 home, printed it out and read it.

Shifting back into the lost memory section. Did you have compainions or enemies... interesting.

Companions, and shifty characters that could be enemies. Or it could be the other way around.
Mmm...
I'd ask the short guy, I'm guessing he's dwarf, who he thinks you are: "Vidash Welfos" the human, or "Vidash Sleepwalker" the elf.
From there, decide weither you can trust him. If you can, he might be able to help you get to Mike, or find out who the merchant "Ashi" was.

[Silversnow]

[mumbles] Stupid internet don't want to cooperate with me now I'll have to write the stupid chapter all over again, darndarnpainrevenge [/mumbles]

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You tap your chin with your finger, pretending to think about it. The small man looks around you.
"Say that you really meant that and it is for my own safety, then shouldn't I know you?" you say.
"Oh, but you do!" he says, then mumbles barely hearable: "As much as I wish you wouldn't..."
"Alright, then tell me your name and I'll see if it rings any bells."
"My...?" he says then mutters something on a language you don't understand, but you're sure it's a curse. He's quiet for a while. You look on the other guys. The couple has come closer, the lone man observes you. It's something with his eyes that, even from that distance, makes you a bit dizzy. It's feels like you're falling when you look at them, falling into something you don't want. You realize you can't tear your eyes away from his, no matter how much you struggle to do so. The man grins. You think he wants you to come to him, you're about to leave when the small man's voice breaks the spell.
"Oh, fine damnit! My name is Zeke! There, happy?!" he growls and pokes you. You look at him, confused.
"Wha...? Oh, Zeke? Er..." you manage to say and glance back towards the man. He's leaning against a wall, apparently in pain or tired. You lose all interest in him when he goes sick on the wall.
"Zeke, eh? Don't recognize that at all. Alright, so do you know my name?"
Zeke groans.
"Lemme think, now... Um..." he looks at you closely. "Vidash, is it?"
"Maybe, maybe not." you say and smile. For some strange reason, you like teasing Zeke. "So who am I, Vidash Welfos or Vidash Sleepwalker?"
"What?! Oh, what the hell, of course you are Vidash Welfos, you stinking duplicate of a brainless worm!" he yells. You nod slowly and the two of you leave.
After the walk, you stop by a door. He stares off into nothing, you think he's ignoring you. You reach out and pull off his hood. It reveals long charcoal-black hair, a pair of long pointy ears and a goblin-like face with the standard greenish brown skin. His left eye is covered with a scar that runs from forehead to chin. He seems to be unable to open it. The other eye is emerald green and it glares at you angrily. He quickly backs away from you and hisses, revealing evil sharpened teeth.
"You idiot! What would you do that for now, huh?!" he growls. You stare at him.
"Uh... Sorry?"
"Don't stick your stinking nose where it doesn't belong or I'll cut it off next time." he says and looks down on the ground. But, all of a sudden, your hand seems to be quite interesting. He's looking at the bracelet.
"Where did you get that?" he whispers. You try to think of a good explanation. You can't get up with anything. He seems to understand what you have so much trouble with.
"You stole it..." he whispers, his face seems to have lost all color. Then he smiles a bitter smile and shakes his head. "So I've been sent out to help a suicidal merchant with a brain the size of a peanut. Didn't you know you're wanted in the Compound? You messed with the wrong people, the same people that are looking for you everywhere and you wear that mans bracelet? HIS bracelet?! The one thing in universe that will make you as easy to find as a pile of meat among bloodhounds?!" he yells. "Take it off and throw it away, NOW!!!"
"Why would I?" you ask him.
"Because if you don't, I'll throw my orders to hell and take you in myself, simply because I'll be paid to rid the streets of another dumbass!! I was supposed to take you through this door to the Lady, that wants to help you, but with THAT on, it won't be possible! Take it off!!" he screams.
You look at the bracelet and wonder if you should obey him or not.
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I couldn't think of another or better choice...

[Adder]

*Begins reading...*

*...*

"Duplicate?!
Now we're getting somewhere!"
*Continues reading*

*...*

Mmm... well your out of the compound, your among people who haven't tried killed you yet.
I guess you can dispose of the braclet. And a goblin-like friend... interesting.

I guess your starting to run low on giving choices, so why not try to write as much as you want, regardless of the options it leaves. The choices will come by themselves.

P.S. This story has finnaly moved up from "daydream reality" to "Coincidence reality"
I was on a bus home and what must have been a modern hippy got on. He was unshaved, had long hair, a very old bag. He had a necklace with protection stones, and a matching braclet. He also had (yes, you guessed it) a simple golden braclet. Not very decorative or moulded, just a simple golden braclet.
This kind of thing happens a lot to me. From now on, I hope this story doesn't go up another level to "Partial reality" or else I'll be looking out for blue force-fields

[Silversnow]

Yes, it's becoming really hard to make choices. But I can't end it like "and you step out into the light.", because then it will be no choices, now will it?

---
You take off the bracelet and throw it away. You see it has left a red mark on your wrist. You try to touch it, it feels strangely cold. Zeke calms down.
"Alright, now we're getting somewhere. I'm glad you listened to me, Vidash." he says and opens the door. It's pitch black in there. You try to see something, but fails. You look down on Zeke.
"Sooo... what's in there?" you ask. He grins.
"The lady, of course." he says and snickers. "I love making people wonder about that, it makes me happy for a moment. After you."
He makes a half-bow towards the door. You take a hesitating step in and look around. The light that shines in through the door seems to be eaten by the compact dark in there. You feel like no matter where you go, your toes will hit a chair. The door closes behind you and you turn around.
"Zeke?" you ask.
"Yes, yes, I'm here... Just go somewhere, you'll go right anyway."
You try to feel some walls or something to follow, but you feel nothing at all. You walk a bit forward, just waiting for the chair. And somehow, for some weird reason, you see a small, twinkling light.
"What the hell..?" you mutter, when you turn around and see the same thing there. You shrug and go towards the first one. It doesn't grow, exactly, but after a while it shines just bright enough to reveal a door. You open it and step into what seems to be a high-tech warrior highquarter. You stare at it for a while, surprised by the change, so you don't notice Zeke stumbling out of the door. He leans towards the wall and giggles.
"Gosh, what I love that, hee hee..."
You look around yourself, and notices the place is empty. No one there at all.
"Soo.. where is the Lady? There doesn't seem to be anyone here at all."
Zeke clears his throat and looks around. He whistles slightly.
"Maybe she's not here, then. But I don't feel like going back. I'm just gonna sit here and wait." he says, sits down and grins at you. You look out of a window. There's stars going by. You see a movement in the corner of your eye.
"Hello?" someone asks. "Oh, Zeke, you're back! And I see you have brought the well-known man with you. How nice of you."
You look at the woman that stands next to Zeke. She's quite beautiful, white skinned and a bit overweight you think. But what really catches your sight is a pair of mechanical bat-like wings on her back, and a bit of her face isn't covered in white skin so it reveals a face of metal. It makes her look... exotic. She smiles at you.
"Vidash, it's so nice to finally see you."
"Yes... hello."
She grins.
"I suppose Zeke has told you why I want to talk to you?"
"You want to help me?"
"Exactly. Now, I have something to say that you might want to hear. But I want something in return, and I thought... I'll tell you what you want to know, if you do something for me. So, interested?"
"Do what?"
She shrugs.
"Beats me. Depends on what my contacts wants from you. So what do you say?"
---

Remember Mike also... Maybe he has the same info for free?? hehe...

[Adder]

Never sign an unseen contract! See what she'll tell you about her contacts, like what have they done with people in the past.

I'd suggest poking Mike's name into the conversation, but don't say too much about you knowing him.
Try to find out why she wants to help you.

[Silversnow]

I'm sick all the time, so now I have time to write again...

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“I don’t really know...” you say, wondering if you should trust this ‘woman’ at all. “I don’t know your contacts, why should I help them? Isn’t there something that you want instead?”
She raises an eyebrow and gives you a curious look.
“How interesting of you to ask. Please go on, I have nothing more to say right now.”
“And consider that I do what they want me to? What if I can’t do it, don’t want to do it or fail doing it? What will happen to me? What would they do to me? What have they done to people before?”
She stands silent for a while, just looking at you. Her sight runs over your face all the time, even if it doesn’t meet your.
“Well...” she says, finally. “In fact, I have to tell you it’s some interesting questions. Of course I’ll do nothing to you if you don’t want to do it, nor will my contacts since they don’t know you. If you can’t do it for some reason, then I’ll see if there’s anything else they want done. If you fail, well...” she shrugs. “..then you fail, there’s nothing more to it then. Let’s just say, you’d be under my protection.”
You decide it sounds good enough for you.
“But why do you want to help me? I must be more than some guy who does chores to you?”
“Because you’re interesting. Very interesting. I’ve heard some things about you, you know. And since you don’t know much about yourself, or the new you, then I thought I’d help you find out, just for my own pleasure. I have my thoughts, but I aint sure about them yet. That’s why.”
“But what if I can get the information I want from someone else for free? How do I know that?”
“Are you sure you want to risk it?” she asks and smiles at you. You smile back, just to get something to do. She seems to see something interesting.
“Would you keep smiling?” she says and leans closer to you. She stares at your mouth for some weird reason. She goes back to her old position and you can see her figuring. And, after just a second or so, her hand starts a sweeping motion. Everything around you slows down. You see her hand moving against you, slowly. You feel a sharp pain in your mouth, before everything speeds up again. When the hand comes closer much quicker, your insticts take over. When she’s close enough, you bite her. She quickly draws her hand back and hisses a curse. You look on her hand and see that on each side of the normal marks of your teeth, there are holes! You feel in your mouth with your tounge, but you can’t feel any fangs or so there. You get a sickening taste of steel and smoke in your mouth. She laughs.
“Just as I thought. Sorry about the surprise, but it seemed as if you could do that. Apparently, you’re even more interesting than I thought.” She says and wraps a napkin around her hand. “So, enough talking and biting now. You interested or not?”
---

Wah, new stuff he can do

[Adder]

More subtle hints!
"yourself, or the new you..."

And now something about either retractable or spiritual fangs...

Well, since your under someone's protection try to get an easy task... preferably nearer to North Pillar than you currently are... although, I'm not sure if Michael will be any help!

And talk about a story, you're on the tenth page! (A4, MS Word, default paragraph. Yes, I might have too much time on my hands)

[Abeguy]

cool! it is good

[Silversnow]

Thank you, thank you, guys. Always glad to hear from you people. Tenth page? Yay!

---
You decide to trust her for now.
"Alright, so what do your contacts want from me?"
She smiles a warm, honest smile.
"In a second, dearie, just have to check with them." she says and quickly disappears. You notice that Zeke looks strange. He glances at you when you look at him and clears his throat.
"What's wrong, Zeke?"
He mutters something before he seems to decide it's worth the time telling you.
"You've accepted her little quest-thingy, and now she's going to give me a strange little look and go all 'And why don't you go with him, Zeke, he could need some extra advice.'." he growls and keeps muttering. You decide not to give him any answer, but smile for yourself. The Lady is suddenly in front of you again.
"I have two things for you. One is a simple payment problem and the other one is a bit more... delicate and personal. I hope you don't mind hurting people?"
She barely managed to end the last sentence before you made a clear point that you wouldn't hurt or kill anyone that didn't threaten you. She nods, apparently not caring that you won't do it.
"Then the other mission is the one you'll take then, I guess. Will you? This takes place on Mou. You know where Mou is?"
You try to remember where Mou lies. You remember that it's a nice, blue planet on the outskirts of the Delta 01. You think it might be a bit too far away from the Northern Pillar.
"Actually, maybe I can take the other one... where is that?"
"The one he wanted to be 'silenced' somehow lives in Northern Pillar."
You think to yourself that it's too perfect.
"Sounds quite simple. So who is it I'm supposed to 'silence'?"
She thinks for a while, apparently she forgot the name.
"Ah! Now I know. The man is named Michael Johnson-Smith. He's an actor that has done some business with my contact and didn't do it the right way. He's a bit too dangerous now. So what do you say."
You feel like you are going to scream or laugh her straight in the face. You should have known that it would be this complicated. Perhaps you could take the job, get the info from Michael and then just frighten him? Who had the best info, Michael or the Lady? You don't know. You try to choose while she looks at you.
---

Yeah, I know this was a bit short, but I'm tired...

[The Red Muse]

Mycket bra Sliversnow! Din berättelse(sp?) är ståtlig!

Jag tala bra svenska.

God, I've been studying swedish for five years and that's the best I can do! GOD! I'm so smooth...

[Silversnow]

Thanks, Red muse. Don't worry, I understood each word.
(Ståtlig är inte något jag får höra om mina historier så ofta, tack tack )