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[Phalla] CYOP: The Fourth Planet From Phaltair (Students Win!)
Artux
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The year is 1986. In elementary schools across the nation, the Read Around The World program has been gaining popularity as a way to get children to read more books. Young boys and girls check out books, read them (supposedly), and count up the pages in their monthly tallies. At the end of the year, those with the most pages read are recognized for their fortitude and love of the written word.
You are one of those lucky few.
"Forty thousand pages! Parents, I have to say that this has got to be some kind of record--just imagine how many books this young prodigy must have devoured to reach such a mark. As a principal, this kind of aptitude is not something you see ever..."
God, assemblies are so boring.
Forty thousand pages, so what? You read fast. The homework at this place is laughable--you have it done by the time class ends--and you probably know more than any of the stupid teachers here, including that rambling principal. There would be something wrong with you if you didn't get first place. You even read all the way through those dumb choose-your-own-path books, the ones with the 'turn to page 94, oops, eaten by a grue, back to page 45'. You couldn't sit and read them once, though--oh, no--you just had to go through and try to find every path. In every book.
Some people would find this weird. Obsessive. To you, it's just another attempt to stave off boredom.
Then, a few weeks later, your parents get a letter in the mail.
---
You are dreaming.
Before you, the suggestion of a palace squats monstrously in your path. Its spires, its towers, the mere profile of the thing work ceaselessly to offend the part of your brain that recognizes the work of human hands. Mere mercy, then, that no sign of the builders remains to your eyes; however, you know that you cannot contently wait here. Not with the past dangers still so close behind you. Not after so many deaths.
In your dreams, yes, your men die--never quietly, never simply not-existing in the imprecision of dream/reality; they fall under blade and beast, succumb to horrors which elude the reckoning of man, and fall beneath the elaborately mundane ends which claim so many on expedition. You remember them all. You used to grieve. Were this the first time you had dreamt this, your voice would be screaming into the empty air.
But it has been too long--too many times--and the mind has become jaded to the terror and the sadness. It is what-has-gone-before, a recollection which becomes blunted in the face of fresh, imminent danger. The castle is there, taunting you through the driving waves of...of...
...it's always the same. Tonight is no different.
Then why does it feel different?
This place is why you are here. It is why your companions are not. Your hand grabs at your chest, at the secret kept safe there. No, it's different this time. Perhaps it's no longer a dream. There is a way forward, if you can only see it. Inside. Into the depths. It must be done. You no longer have any other purpose that matters in the eyes of man.
The dream begins to recede as you step forward. Awareness pulls you up and away, hiding the castle once again--like every other time, except for the sense that this time, you will finally see this scene again with your waking eyes. You stare down into the depths, seeking to remember the place, recall its location--look! Think! Remember! Don't let them die!
But always...always below you...you see nothing, but the...
If you see the stars, fill in 'A' along with your consent form.
If you see the sands, fill in 'B' along with your consent form.
If you see the seas, fill in 'C' along with your consent form.
---
Your parents look at you strangely, holding up a blank consent form attached to the excerpt.
"Do you know anything about this?" asks your father. "It says it's an in-school activity, some all-day reading workshop in the auditorium, but I've never seen anything like this before."
"It's a little scary," Mother confides. "Even if it's a story, all this talk about death and killing..."
"Anyway," Dad continues, turning his attention back to you, "Do you know anything about this? We'll sign it if you want, as long as it's for school."
All you can do is nod. As your parents write their signatures on the forms, the wheels inside your head are already at full spin. Reading workshop? In the auditorium? Not a chance. What could this really be? Is it about the contest?
The question resounds inside your mind all through dinner. You take the form up to your room, and mull over your options. A, B, or C? You think about it for a minute, considering what this introduction could be about, and scribble in your choice. That's that, you think. We'll see what this is about tomorrow.
You are one of those lucky few.
"Forty thousand pages! Parents, I have to say that this has got to be some kind of record--just imagine how many books this young prodigy must have devoured to reach such a mark. As a principal, this kind of aptitude is not something you see ever..."
God, assemblies are so boring.
Forty thousand pages, so what? You read fast. The homework at this place is laughable--you have it done by the time class ends--and you probably know more than any of the stupid teachers here, including that rambling principal. There would be something wrong with you if you didn't get first place. You even read all the way through those dumb choose-your-own-path books, the ones with the 'turn to page 94, oops, eaten by a grue, back to page 45'. You couldn't sit and read them once, though--oh, no--you just had to go through and try to find every path. In every book.
Some people would find this weird. Obsessive. To you, it's just another attempt to stave off boredom.
Then, a few weeks later, your parents get a letter in the mail.
---
You are dreaming.
Before you, the suggestion of a palace squats monstrously in your path. Its spires, its towers, the mere profile of the thing work ceaselessly to offend the part of your brain that recognizes the work of human hands. Mere mercy, then, that no sign of the builders remains to your eyes; however, you know that you cannot contently wait here. Not with the past dangers still so close behind you. Not after so many deaths.
In your dreams, yes, your men die--never quietly, never simply not-existing in the imprecision of dream/reality; they fall under blade and beast, succumb to horrors which elude the reckoning of man, and fall beneath the elaborately mundane ends which claim so many on expedition. You remember them all. You used to grieve. Were this the first time you had dreamt this, your voice would be screaming into the empty air.
But it has been too long--too many times--and the mind has become jaded to the terror and the sadness. It is what-has-gone-before, a recollection which becomes blunted in the face of fresh, imminent danger. The castle is there, taunting you through the driving waves of...of...
...it's always the same. Tonight is no different.
Then why does it feel different?
This place is why you are here. It is why your companions are not. Your hand grabs at your chest, at the secret kept safe there. No, it's different this time. Perhaps it's no longer a dream. There is a way forward, if you can only see it. Inside. Into the depths. It must be done. You no longer have any other purpose that matters in the eyes of man.
The dream begins to recede as you step forward. Awareness pulls you up and away, hiding the castle once again--like every other time, except for the sense that this time, you will finally see this scene again with your waking eyes. You stare down into the depths, seeking to remember the place, recall its location--look! Think! Remember! Don't let them die!
But always...always below you...you see nothing, but the...
If you see the stars, fill in 'A' along with your consent form.
If you see the sands, fill in 'B' along with your consent form.
If you see the seas, fill in 'C' along with your consent form.
---
Your parents look at you strangely, holding up a blank consent form attached to the excerpt.
"Do you know anything about this?" asks your father. "It says it's an in-school activity, some all-day reading workshop in the auditorium, but I've never seen anything like this before."
"It's a little scary," Mother confides. "Even if it's a story, all this talk about death and killing..."
"Anyway," Dad continues, turning his attention back to you, "Do you know anything about this? We'll sign it if you want, as long as it's for school."
All you can do is nod. As your parents write their signatures on the forms, the wheels inside your head are already at full spin. Reading workshop? In the auditorium? Not a chance. What could this really be? Is it about the contest?
The question resounds inside your mind all through dinner. You take the form up to your room, and mull over your options. A, B, or C? You think about it for a minute, considering what this introduction could be about, and scribble in your choice. That's that, you think. We'll see what this is about tomorrow.
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- There are fifty students here. Six of you are playing 'cheaters'.
- Every day, you vote for one person to be placed in special seating. You do so by entering their name on your keypad.
o The students want to send all 'cheaters' to special seating.
o Other students will go to special seating on a daily basis, through either cheater actions or other methods.
o The cheaters want to survive until a point where the number of cheaters equal the number of players.
o There may be other groups with their own goals in this game.
- You will also receive a choice of story options. You will enter the page number you want to choose on your keypad.
o Your choices have effects on the story, both good and bad, and may affect your chances of winning.
o Note: If you choose a bad end, you will spend one non-cheating player to automatically choose a valid path.
o The message MUST have in the SUBJECT: (ACTION) <target>
* Some actions do not have targets. You can activate these with just the ACTION, e.g.: WIDGET
* Again: This must be in the SUBJECT! We don't guarantee reading the body of your action mails.
Things To Remember
- Don't share role PMs in any form (text, quote, screenshot, Morse code, lolcat).
- You can claim whatever you want about your role, though.
- You must especially keep the information in your PRIVATE message to yourself, unless otherwise dictated.
- Players in special seating can continue to vote on story choices!
- However, these players cannot otherwise talk or influence the game for the people still playing.
Clarifications
1) Your first envelopes describe your role. You cannot share the literal contents of those envelopes (PMs) with anyone. That doesn't mean you can't claim whatever you want.
Your second, PRIVATE envelopes (which are coming Very Soon Now) should not be discussed at all unless the instructions specify otherwise.
2) You have enough information to start voting for people. At least in the Superintendent's opinion. Roles, if any, do not change substantially with the PRIVATE PM.
3) When you choose a bad end, you will lose one random non-cheater.
4) In the event of ties, winners are chosen randomly. This includes story choices and voting.
5) Not all actions you take get responses.
6) The people who have the 'cheater' role are not circumventing anything with their killing actions.
7) There are, however, people who cheat who are.
Prologue
Day 1
Day 1 (story)
Day 2
Day 2 (story)
Day 3
Day 3 (story)
Day 4
Day 4 (story)
Day 5
Day 5 (story)
Day 6
Day 6 (story)
Day 7
Day 7 (story)
Day 8
Day 8 (story)
Day 9
Day 9 (story)
Finale
Player List
1. DevoutlyApathetic - Student, Day 6
2. cheez - Student, Day 4
3. James - Cheater, Day 9
4. Oboro - Student, Withdrew Day 4
5. RBB - Student, Day 1
6. Qorzm - Student, Day 3
7. Meister - Student, Day 5
8. TehSpectre - Student, Day 1
9. BobCesca - Student, Day 8
10. Obbi - Student, Day 4
11. Zzulu - Teacher's Pet, Day 1
12. Sepah - Student, Day 3
13. Grundlterror - Student, Day 6
14. Mr. Embarkation - Student, Day 5
15. precisionk - Student, Day 7
16. LaOs - Victorious Supergenius
17. Seriously - Subgenius, Day 7
18. Burnage - Student, Day 2
19. Squashua - Student, Day 4
20. Romantic Undead - Dodgeball Hero, Day 5
21. Plutonium - Student, Day 2
22. Unearthly Stew - Student, Day 7
23. Saburbia Tattletale, Day 7
24. Gumpy - Cheater, Day 3
25. El Skid - Science Geek, Day 2
26. iamtheaznman - Student, Day 4
27. B:L - Grand Poobah Cheater Student, Day 9
28. Medopine - Dodgeball Hero, Day 8
29. Stew_stick - Cheater, Day 8
30. visiblehowl - Math Whiz, Day 8
31. gundam470 - Student, Day 8
32. JPants - Student, Day 7
33. Chamberlain - Student, Day 6
34. Inquisitor - Student, Day 2
35. Hylianbunny - Student, Day 6
36. DasUberEdward - Cheater, Day 9
37. Buzz Buzz - Student, Day 3
38. Frosteey - Cheater, Day 6
39. Toxic Toys - Withdrew
40. Egos -Withdrew
41. Zerinan - Student, Day 1
42. Quoth - Student, Day 3
43. cj iwakura - Victorious Student
44. Satan Himself - Student, Day 5
45. Maximus - Student, Day 1
46. logogog - Student, Day 2
47. variable - Student, Day 7
48. Shamus - Math Whiz, Day 6
49. Rend - Cheater, Day 6
50. Richy - Student, Day 5
51. durax - Student, Day 9
Reserves:
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2.
3.
To sign up, please give your consent below. You must also note your choice below in yellow: A, B, or C. This game will have many such choices, and they will help steer you along a path--sometimes good, sometimes bad. However, if you make a wrong choice, just like in the books, we can always go back and try again.
For a price.
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The youth named MacSpectre rolls his eyes and waves a hand back at his parents as he makes his way towards the school, scrawling his name into the consent form and circling the B option.
He smirked; it wasn't as if he had anything better to do today.
Since I'm always looking at my feet, I pick B.
So he did what he always did in a situation like this, he flipped a coin for a three-way decision.
It came up, B, apparently.
'B'
C
I do live on an island after all.
Also A
Steam
I choose C
Of Course they would have. <.<
Hopefully signing him up for this seminar will keep the little truant out of trouble.
When asked to make a choice, little RU at first declines to answer, but, finally, when pressed, he yells B! FUCK! Thus earning himself a swift rap on the ears from his nearby mother.
3DS: 2852-6809-9411
If I don't go, they'll find out that I don't have any parents and then...
(Medopine has been watching too much Sesame Street).
B And i'm not telling why.
Inquisitor
*hands a piece of paper with a B scribbled on it *