one on one blaze it

                

One on one.

Were bound to collide with her like a beta and land with our hand on her boobs.

one on one

1v1 you beta bitch show her how alpha you aren't.

Voice, Quote

Tanzklaue wrote:

Vote: Kanye West

his bandwaggons keep pulling us into shit.

The choice doesn't matter, this being the beginning.

Shellghost wrote:

One on one.

Were bound to collide with her like a beta and land with our hand on her boobs.

You just changed the story, congratulations


Voice 1
"Hey Blanca, you practice all the time, don't you?" You alpha up.

"H-Huh? U-Uh... yes!" She snaps to, coming up with an energetic response.

Good.

You like energetic.

Glad that your iron tight pants are holding down your erection, you utter words that you'll regret for the next few weeks:

"Let's play one on one, first to ten wins." You pick up the ball and walk up to the middle of the court. Blanca looks at you with such excitement you'd think you just invited her on a shopping spree.

She looks to you, her face brimming with competitive spirit.

"You're on!"

She walks up to the court. You start off with the ball while she defends. And then the two of you play some basketball.

"HOAH" you shoot, only to have Blanca block it.

"WADAFA" you knock the ball out the court in a pathetic attempt to dribble past the Polish girl.

"HUARGH" you literally jump into a feint and let Blanca score.

"Three to nothing!" The foreigner asserts her superiority with the use of numbers. Fucking numbers.

You hold the ball, panting under your breath and ignoring your aching muscles. You're totally out of it, bu the frail girl in front of you hasn't even broken a sweat. You think for a moment about Blanca getting sweaty in that gym uniform but quickly perish the thought. You're playing right now, and Blanca is standing between you and the basket looking real smug. Plus there wouldn't be much to look at anyway

"I'll show you!"

Voice 2, Audio
You close your eyes. You think. You start thinking not about what can beat her, but what will. That's right; you can't win, but something else can. An image forms in your mind as your Rhythm Circuits pulse with energy. You utter inaudible, Duwang tier words under your breath.

You open them again.

The world is circles.

The gym has become a circle; Blanca is a circle; the sun is a circle; but you..! You are a cursor.

You start sprinting at Blanca, making no effort to dribble past her. With a violent charge, you jump up into the air and throw the orange circle in your hands with a force equal to that of a giant steamcircleroller. The orange circle follows a line of followpoints into another circle—the basket. Unable to do anything, the white hitcircle stands in awe at your glorious display of skill.

The orange circle travels along the path leading into the basket as you start falling down.

It misses.

"Fuck."

Audio
You curse your mother as you fall down to the ground. You close your eyes, bracing for a hard impact.

Blood rushes to your head as you approach terminal velocity

Duck and roll is the only idea in your mind right now.

You prepare for the inevitable impact with the floor.

...

...

...

Pomf.

You land on something soft, breaking your fall. On top of that, your head and hands have landed on something else. You can barely feel it, but a bit of groping confirms it's quite soft.

You're not sure what happened next, but you're sure you heard a "Kyaaaaaah!!!" and then everything became a blur after that. The world stopped being circles, and you clearly saw Blanca's beet red face as she violently swung her... fist? You're not sure what she did, really. Too fast. Needless to say, you wake up beaten and battered in the school dumpster.

You get up and remove a banana peel from your head, as well as a used condom off your shoe. You note your necktie has been placed on you, but it's soaked in blood, like the rest of your uniform. You can finish that match later. [ Blanca +0.33 ]
[/Audio]

It's dark, so you head to the dorms.

You make your way to one end of campus to find a sizable building, much more wide than tall, with white-washed walls and a small courtyard in front. A plain sight, no doubt.You'll have plenty of time to check it out later anyway. You head inside to the lobby where you take the stairs, trying not to wander too far. You recall something and pull out a scrap of paper from your pocket.

The blood didn't smudge it too much. It reads: "Room 222." Easy to remember.

Heading up the stairs you learn the route to your room. It's in the second floor, down the hall on the left, third door on the right.

You plop down on the bed, exhausted after a long day. Thoughts about adapting to this new lifestyle invade your mind, at least keeping you busy until the exhaustion drives you to sleep.


[INTERLUDE, DAY 1 OVER]

[DAY 2, BEGIN]

[CHOOSE THE OPTIONS FOR THE NEXT PROMPT WHILE I THINK UP OF MORE NONSENSE]

[] Sit up front, next to the class rep
[] Sit in the back row, next to the window
[] Sit next to the Finnish kid
[] Sit next to Osaka Bancho
[] Sit next to the French girl

Seating isn't static in this school, by the way; you don't have to worry about sitting next to the same human being for the rest of your school life unless you want to

I have to question what's you guys' beef with the French

Sit next to the Finnish kid

If I've learned anything about Finnish people, it's that you should sit next to them.

sit in the back next to the window and look emo after you got shit stomped by that polish chick

Is the class rep male or female

But anyway, French Grill

Challenge her to a one-on-one just4mad

Sit in the back row, next to the window
Emo shit MC in da haus

French girl, well that was an easy one.

[] Sit in the back row, next to the window

turn into a main character

french grill...err girl

french girl

also brian, good try, but both a's are pronounced like the a in shark or bard (the german a basically). else it was pretty good

Tanzklaue wrote:

french girl

also brian, good try, but both a's are pronounced like the a in shark or bard (the german a basically). else it was pretty good

I was just slapping on the first accent that came to mind

First time I tried doing it I used an Australian accent but realized I could've worded my response better

SIT NEXT TO THE FRENCH GURL

sit next to Mara

thelewa wrote:

sit next to Mara

who?

Trash Boat wrote:

thelewa wrote:

sit next to Mara

who?

The mexican girl with the giant tits.

I think we should sit on Mara

big tit fetish. lol

Come on guys, we all know that sitting in the back row, looking out the window generates sick plot.

Back row please.

i wonder why this isn't in Forum Games yet

OT would be less entertaining otherwise

OIC

class rep ;w;

Sit next to the CharluluFrench girl

The world around you is blank. A bleak horizon stretches over the unfathomable sheet of white you stand on, as if it's trying to make a point. This world is so still it seems like it could outlast eternity. You look towards yourself, clothed in winter garments. Cold assaults your exposed face, and your body feels heavy.

You stand in this world, alone.

Save for one thing.

Something else exists in this blank world—right in front of you, too. She looks towards your direction, standing fifteen feet away or so.

A girl.

A young girl about your age. She has long dark hair, round brown eyes, and the most innocent expression on her face as you two meet each other's gaze. Her breathing is visible in the cold and her cheeks are flushed. Even though it's hard to tell in this cold, white world, you've never been more sure of this: she is absolutely beautiful.

You had more or less given up on the concept of love at first sight but this might just change your mind. Maybe Hollywood did get something right.

You try getting closer, as does she. But you can't.

You don't know why, but your legs won't move—you can barely even feel them. You look down to curse at them; to find what's wrong, but there's nothing out of place save for this ridiculous cold. You're properly clothed, so why? You try patting your legs for a response, to no avail. You try pounding them, but nothing happens. You feel around in your pockets for something that can help, but you're stopped before you can grasp at anything.

A weight falls against you. You look down. The girl is pressing her body against yours, burrowing her head between your chest. Sparks start flying in your head as your heart starts beating faster. She looks up, her face covered in tears and her mouth articulating so many words. You can't hear them, though. Try as you might, it's pointless. You want to figure out what she's saying, but the situation itself is so strange and bizarre you don't know what to make of it, and the cold is killing you.

But even now you're taken aback by her beauty. Her plain, but pure and innocent face gives you something better than a stiffy in your pants: a stiffy in your heart. You've never seen this girl before in your life, but the last thing you want to see is such a pained expression on her.

You run your hand past her cheek and rub away one of the tears trickling down her face. Its moisture goes through your gloves and onto your flesh. It's warm, something you can appreciate when you can barely feel your face.

She stops speaking. You focus your eyes onto hers. Her eyes still have the pain from before but her mouth is still and quiet, like the world around you. She calms down as she looks to you, trying to hold back her tears. Your face approaches hers.

Then, you do something that dwarfs the incomprehensible situation you're in.

You embrace her.

You don't do anything else; you don't want anything else. You feel like if you did you would taint the moment forever. Soon enough, you feel her arms wrap around your body as well. Your coats prevent you from feeling each other's warmth, but you're feeling something much better in turn. A warmth you can only feel through the soul permeates through your body.

This peace you're feeling... You can only describe it as that which mankind looks desperately throughout their lives: love. You wish it could last as long as the world around you, outlasting eternity.

You look to the girl in your arms as does she.

You look at her for a long time while she does the same. You lose yourself in her longing eyes, clearing up from the tears just past.

Then, in a sudden motion, she kisses you.

She closes her eyes tightly, probably out of embarrassment, and presses her lips against yours. The contact warms up your face, and then rushes throughout your body.

She pulls back her lips and then gives you the brightest smile you've ever seen.


You wake up.

You're naked, in bed, holding a body pillow of Mio Akiyama covered in drool, and you have a bunch of books over your legs, making them go numb.

"Fuck. Excuse my French." You swear and then apologize to the body pillow.

Then you wonder why you have a body pillow and throw it out the window.


A few hours later, you walk into class, vaguely remembering the way there, curse the person who's supposed to fix the lights because they're not working yet, and stop for a moment. You look to your classmates, most of them talking or fooling around before class begins. You spot a French girl sitting by herself up against herself in the second row and sit behind her.

She has short, light brown hair and clear olive eyes. She strikes you as petite in appearance, but overall pretty cute.

She notes your proximity and turns her head around just to confirm your existence.

Oh shit, better do something

[] Speak French
[] Introduce yourself normally
[] Say nothing
[] Greet her normally
[] Offer her your lunch

I would if I wasn't in college

speak Swedish French

Why are we playing eroge on OT and not otaku culture?

say nothing.

the less we open our mouth the higher the chances of somebody mistakenly thinking of us as cool.

^Shy guys never get laid.

greet her normally