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Check on Frenchie
dark alley maybe you'll find some really cool alternate dimension
Walk into a dark alley, and just look around on the brick walls, seemingly I can't think of anything else.
Go to Egypt,find Dio
Let's take care of the Frenchie.
but what if dio's stand is in the dark alley?
Let's find Dio already and we won't need food or whatever anymore
Find Dio
And 2 million messages for Mr. Color <3
COLOUR COLOUR
And 2 million messages for Mr. Color <3
COLOUR COLOUR
FireFoxZX wrote:
catch some fruit make a salad what else?
This, we won't have any concerns about health bars or whatever eitherUnderminE wrote:
Let's find Dio already and we won't need food or whatever anymore
Topic Starter
There's a tie.
You decide to check on the French mod. You follow the trail of death and destruction and pick out a woman's smartphone.
You access her web browser from there and log on to the osu website. You have a single message in your inbox. You open it to find that it's just one of your Swedish friends trying to forward you porn. You check the french mod's profile and discover he hasn't been on ever since you sent him those messages. The outbox confirms they've been sent, though.
"Guess he's busy", you comment as you crush the phone with your hand. "I'll have to pay him a visit, then."
"THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY" a voice cuts you off, resounding through the dark streets. You immediately assume a defensive stance and prepare for an assault. You spread your legs and put your arms up.
"What was that?" you scan the surrounding area, but the streetlights give you a limited line of sight. Nonetheless, you hold your position and stay as alert as possible. There is definitely a Stand user nearby.
"Come out you cockgargler!" you shout at the darkness, but the silence stays strong. The streetlights flicker. In that instant—
"IF YOU SAY SO" a voice bellows out from below. There is a blonde-haired frenchman squatting under you, with his face at crotch-level. "IT'S ALL OVER, KALEIDO—"
"I DON'T NEED A STAND FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU" you shout, pointing down as dubstep begins blaring everywhere. The bass smacks the floor as your penis grows with the force of a hundred nuclear warheads, socking the frenchman in the face, and rocketing him hundreds of meters down the poorly lit streets into a dumpster full of used condoms. The frenchman's last sight before losing consciousness was your indomitable figure staring down at him, whispering the words "no homo" as the world around him turned to black.
You wipe the blood off your trousers and look up to the night sky.
You take the unconscious, STD-ridden Frenchman back home and tie him up in your basement. You head upstairs to your room and call it a night.
DAY 1 (might be 2) END
Here's the options for the next prompt while I go think up more bullshit.
[] Hang around with your sister.
[] Confront the Frenchman.
[] Go outside.
[] Click some more circles.
[] Command Spell.
You decide to check on the French mod. You follow the trail of death and destruction and pick out a woman's smartphone.
You access her web browser from there and log on to the osu website. You have a single message in your inbox. You open it to find that it's just one of your Swedish friends trying to forward you porn. You check the french mod's profile and discover he hasn't been on ever since you sent him those messages. The outbox confirms they've been sent, though.
"Guess he's busy", you comment as you crush the phone with your hand. "I'll have to pay him a visit, then."
"THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY" a voice cuts you off, resounding through the dark streets. You immediately assume a defensive stance and prepare for an assault. You spread your legs and put your arms up.
"What was that?" you scan the surrounding area, but the streetlights give you a limited line of sight. Nonetheless, you hold your position and stay as alert as possible. There is definitely a Stand user nearby.
"Come out you cockgargler!" you shout at the darkness, but the silence stays strong. The streetlights flicker. In that instant—
"IF YOU SAY SO" a voice bellows out from below. There is a blonde-haired frenchman squatting under you, with his face at crotch-level. "IT'S ALL OVER, KALEIDO—"
"I DON'T NEED A STAND FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU" you shout, pointing down as dubstep begins blaring everywhere. The bass smacks the floor as your penis grows with the force of a hundred nuclear warheads, socking the frenchman in the face, and rocketing him hundreds of meters down the poorly lit streets into a dumpster full of used condoms. The frenchman's last sight before losing consciousness was your indomitable figure staring down at him, whispering the words "no homo" as the world around him turned to black.
You wipe the blood off your trousers and look up to the night sky.
You take the unconscious, STD-ridden Frenchman back home and tie him up in your basement. You head upstairs to your room and call it a night.
DAY 1 (might be 2) END
Here's the options for the next prompt while I go think up more bullshit.
[] Hang around with your sister.
[] Confront the Frenchman.
[] Go outside.
[] Click some more circles.
[] Command Spell.
Sister needs some care or else she will turn into a yandere and kill us
so yeah, hang around with sister. Play safe
so yeah, hang around with sister. Play safe
go take care of your sister
Click circles!!!!
circles are for magic, catch fruit for swag!!!Kanye West wrote:
Click circles!!!!
This command spell seems like I get to rule the world or something.
Play osu!Click circles.
Shit guys bad end incoming
guys u srs
surprise hug imouto from behind then hang out with her tenderly
surprise hug imouto from behind then hang out with her tenderly
Hang around with qt imouto.
Topic Starter
Good god I finally got something to drink here. Oh yeah, imouto wins by one vote.
DAY 2, START
You reluctantly awake to the sound of your alarm clock. Noise assaults your ears as you brush aside your blankets and get off your bed to approach the alarm. You press a button on top of it and sigh a breath of relief. Squinting due to the morning sun's cancer rays, you check the time: 8:30 AM. Time for some breakfast. You wait for ten minutes before putting on your buny slippers and heading downstairs so your wood can settle down.
As you head downstairs, you can't help but feel like you're forgetting something important. You, being the fantastical main character that you are, must have done something really cool last night. But you can't be arsed on an empty stomach, that much is true. You nod to affirm this train of thought. Mechanically, you wave to your sister and the Frenchman having breakfast in the living room, then move on to the kitchen to get a bowl of Apple Jacks and milk.
"Good morning, you two." You say as you return to the living room. Your sister's eyes are fixed on you, the Frenchman's attention is completely focused on his cereal.
"G-Good morning." Your imouto greets you back tensely.
"Bonjour, monsieur." The Frenchman replies soon after gulping down a spoonful of Captain Crunch.
"My bone is not in motion, thank you very much", you say pointing your spoon at the Frenchman. "And you, sis, you seem kind of scared. What's wrong?"
"..." Your sister furrows her brow. You respond with a blank stare. She responds back by pointing at the large Frenchman.
"Oh, right. French guy, what's your name?"
"Polnareff J Color. You can call me Mr Color."
"Okay, Mr. Mr Color, please make yourself scarce. You're unsettling my sister."
"Oh, pardonnez-moi. It was not my intention to impose on your family. Will the basement be okay?"
You recall that you did, in fact, smack someone into a dumpster full of condoms using your dick last night and took them back home to interrogate them later. He sure is polite despite all that nonsense. "Sure", you reply.
Mr Color gets up with his bowl of serial and heads downstairs. As soon as he is out of sight, your sister asks:
"Who was that?"
"Mr Color, a friend of mine. Met him last night in town." You hold back any details so it doesn't sound like he's some kind of gay one night stand or something.
"In town? You went out?"
"Yeah, hard to believe, right?" You also hold back the part where you assaulted over a hundred civilians and a lone cop.
Your sister sets down her cereal—which was soggy, most likely from awkwardly sitting next to a stranger in her own home for a long time—and presses her hand against your forehead. It feels cool and refreshing.
"I-Is something wrong?" you ask, trying to avert your eyes from your sister's. Your imouto retracts her hand.
"That's what I want to ask you. My brother would normally just have stayed holed up in his room like always, playing weird games all day. He would've never gone outside or bothered to fix the power. He would've never gotten so..." She stops herself there as her face turns red. Instead, she flexes both of her skinny arms as she looks at you with a pissed off look.
Your stiffy returns.
"WHOA" you shout, throwing yourself backwards with the chair you were sitting on. You have your Stand grab your bowl of cereal in the air as you hide your manhood with the chair.
Your sister looks at you perplexed.
"IT'S NOTHING." You get up, holding the chair between your sister and your boner. "I JUST FIGURED I COULDN'T LIVE LIKE A FAGGOT ANYMORE."
Your sister nods lightly, though she doesn't seem to be buying it.
"You're not doing anything dangerous, are you?"
"Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything that would get my family in trouble." Sad as it may be, you definitely do not like the idea of your sister and someone like Dio in the same room.
"Really?"
"Really."
"..."
"..."
"..." The mood is a little dampened, but she still seems to trust you even though you're lying to her like a dog.
"Come on, I'll show you something." You drop the chair as you make your way elsewhere, but you end up revealing your boner the size of a baseball bat to your sister. She screams. "No wait, not that", you interject. You grab your sister, who starts screaming how wrong this is, and take her to the backyard.
You spend the next two hours teaching your sister about the ripple. Not that it'd be useful for her anyway; thing's about as relevant as women in an action movie when you already have Stands around. Nonetheless, she seems satisfied with this and leaves to do whatever imoutos do in their free time.
You feel somewhat closer to her.
Okay, what now big guy, it's about an hour before noon.
[] Confront Mr Color
[] Go outside
[] Click circles
[] Genuflect
[] Go shopping
DAY 2, START
You reluctantly awake to the sound of your alarm clock. Noise assaults your ears as you brush aside your blankets and get off your bed to approach the alarm. You press a button on top of it and sigh a breath of relief. Squinting due to the morning sun's cancer rays, you check the time: 8:30 AM. Time for some breakfast. You wait for ten minutes before putting on your buny slippers and heading downstairs so your wood can settle down.
As you head downstairs, you can't help but feel like you're forgetting something important. You, being the fantastical main character that you are, must have done something really cool last night. But you can't be arsed on an empty stomach, that much is true. You nod to affirm this train of thought. Mechanically, you wave to your sister and the Frenchman having breakfast in the living room, then move on to the kitchen to get a bowl of Apple Jacks and milk.
"Good morning, you two." You say as you return to the living room. Your sister's eyes are fixed on you, the Frenchman's attention is completely focused on his cereal.
"G-Good morning." Your imouto greets you back tensely.
"Bonjour, monsieur." The Frenchman replies soon after gulping down a spoonful of Captain Crunch.
"My bone is not in motion, thank you very much", you say pointing your spoon at the Frenchman. "And you, sis, you seem kind of scared. What's wrong?"
"..." Your sister furrows her brow. You respond with a blank stare. She responds back by pointing at the large Frenchman.
"Oh, right. French guy, what's your name?"
"Polnareff J Color. You can call me Mr Color."
"Okay, Mr. Mr Color, please make yourself scarce. You're unsettling my sister."
"Oh, pardonnez-moi. It was not my intention to impose on your family. Will the basement be okay?"
You recall that you did, in fact, smack someone into a dumpster full of condoms using your dick last night and took them back home to interrogate them later. He sure is polite despite all that nonsense. "Sure", you reply.
Mr Color gets up with his bowl of serial and heads downstairs. As soon as he is out of sight, your sister asks:
"Who was that?"
"Mr Color, a friend of mine. Met him last night in town." You hold back any details so it doesn't sound like he's some kind of gay one night stand or something.
"In town? You went out?"
"Yeah, hard to believe, right?" You also hold back the part where you assaulted over a hundred civilians and a lone cop.
Your sister sets down her cereal—which was soggy, most likely from awkwardly sitting next to a stranger in her own home for a long time—and presses her hand against your forehead. It feels cool and refreshing.
"I-Is something wrong?" you ask, trying to avert your eyes from your sister's. Your imouto retracts her hand.
"That's what I want to ask you. My brother would normally just have stayed holed up in his room like always, playing weird games all day. He would've never gone outside or bothered to fix the power. He would've never gotten so..." She stops herself there as her face turns red. Instead, she flexes both of her skinny arms as she looks at you with a pissed off look.
Your stiffy returns.
"WHOA" you shout, throwing yourself backwards with the chair you were sitting on. You have your Stand grab your bowl of cereal in the air as you hide your manhood with the chair.
Your sister looks at you perplexed.
"IT'S NOTHING." You get up, holding the chair between your sister and your boner. "I JUST FIGURED I COULDN'T LIVE LIKE A FAGGOT ANYMORE."
Your sister nods lightly, though she doesn't seem to be buying it.
"You're not doing anything dangerous, are you?"
"Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything that would get my family in trouble." Sad as it may be, you definitely do not like the idea of your sister and someone like Dio in the same room.
"Really?"
"Really."
"..."
"..."
"..." The mood is a little dampened, but she still seems to trust you even though you're lying to her like a dog.
"Come on, I'll show you something." You drop the chair as you make your way elsewhere, but you end up revealing your boner the size of a baseball bat to your sister. She screams. "No wait, not that", you interject. You grab your sister, who starts screaming how wrong this is, and take her to the backyard.
You spend the next two hours teaching your sister about the ripple. Not that it'd be useful for her anyway; thing's about as relevant as women in an action movie when you already have Stands around. Nonetheless, she seems satisfied with this and leaves to do whatever imoutos do in their free time.
You feel somewhat closer to her.
Okay, what now big guy, it's about an hour before noon.
[] Confront Mr Color
[] Go outside
[] Click circles
[] Genuflect
[] Go shopping
Confront the frenchie
sorry Color, but i choose to confront the French guy. nothing personal, just business
Shopping.
Confront the french guy already
command spell PLEAAAAAAASE
cheesiest wrote:
genuflect
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