Alright faggots, in light of me not having the dedication or time to make a proper series of story threads, I'm gonna try something different.
ONCE upon a time in a distant yet prosperous land, a horrible catastrophe appeared. Ancient warlocks summoned horrors to terrorize the land for their own selfish reasons. Miasma covered entire countrysides, monsters leveled entire cities, and wars broke out amongst men. Roads were locked down, entire populations were wiped out, and disease spread out like wildfire. Divided and weakened, the people of the land started to slowly die off as newcomers traveled to said land, all with different intents in mind. Some came to help the land in its plight, others came to loot and reap what they could before, and a few others simply came to watch it all burn.
THIS is your story, of a traveler visiting this dying land—the land of Uff Topia.
Well then, let's begin.
YOUR name is Cornelius Rusl the Wirthlest Brit. You came to this land in hopes for... Something. You're not entirely sure. All you know is that your family disowned you for raping your sister and shagging sheep, and that you have nothing to lose. You came here with nothing but a horse, a sword, and some provisions.
The only thing you're missing is a course of action.
[] Head to the capital
[] Drop by the nearby village
[] Take a shit on the road
[] Hide behind some bushes and wait for people you can jump
Rules
Rules should be self-explanatory, but I'll clarify them for anybody new:
I write a story and then lay out choices for you to continue it. Naturally, the actions you pick will determine the course and fate of your adventure. Nobody else gets to write, though you can come up with your own choice and if it does get enough backing I'll go with it.
I write a story and then lay out choices for you to continue it. Naturally, the actions you pick will determine the course and fate of your adventure. Nobody else gets to write, though you can come up with your own choice and if it does get enough backing I'll go with it.
ONCE upon a time in a distant yet prosperous land, a horrible catastrophe appeared. Ancient warlocks summoned horrors to terrorize the land for their own selfish reasons. Miasma covered entire countrysides, monsters leveled entire cities, and wars broke out amongst men. Roads were locked down, entire populations were wiped out, and disease spread out like wildfire. Divided and weakened, the people of the land started to slowly die off as newcomers traveled to said land, all with different intents in mind. Some came to help the land in its plight, others came to loot and reap what they could before, and a few others simply came to watch it all burn.
THIS is your story, of a traveler visiting this dying land—the land of Uff Topia.
Well then, let's begin.
YOUR name is Cornelius Rusl the Wirthlest Brit. You came to this land in hopes for... Something. You're not entirely sure. All you know is that your family disowned you for raping your sister and shagging sheep, and that you have nothing to lose. You came here with nothing but a horse, a sword, and some provisions.
The only thing you're missing is a course of action.
[] Head to the capital
[] Drop by the nearby village
[] Take a shit on the road
[] Hide behind some bushes and wait for people you can jump