Well good day friends, this is a(my first) "choice game" that that I'm working on and will rely on you, the community, not only my watchers, to help make the characters choices in the role game by popular vote, the choices you make will help the either help the MC "Main Character" or give them a few scars, choices help them grow and become good, evil, or inbetween. I hope you will enjoy the read and help me improve! I really love Choice games so I decided to try and practice on my writing skills~<33
I hate Mondays...
It was such an ordinary day, but isn't how these things always start of as? Though as i think about it, I retract my previous statement, the day started ordinary, but after all, its ended up in such a hectic mess that even I don't know whats going on. I guess if you have to understand, I'll have to start in the beginning, ugh what a pain.
My head hurts.
Gladly, this is not an overly typical story so this strangeness didn't start at my school, thank god, I didn't need to hear the shouting and screeching of my very annoying classmates, but started when I skipped school to go to the arcade. Bored of playing the Jurassic Park game, I was about to switch to some street fighter, but,
"Hey, lookie here~", some guys in hoodies loomed over me, "If it isn't Hachiko~ the loyal dog," I recognized they're faces instantly with a flinch, Mitsume, the tallest one out of all of them, he had a big nose and an ugly face with long wiry hair tied into a ponytail, Nick, was short and fat, but he had the muscle to back it up, he just looked like one of those rapists in an anime, and Chris, he wasn't as tall but he was too, fat, fat and burly, he had a big mouth and didn't care to take care of his hygiene, they're the reason i skip school constantly, if it isn't obvious, they're bullies who extort money off of me and beat the shit out of me if I don't have what they want, which is more or less, most of the time.
"Oi," I was yanked up by Chris, the leader of the assholes who hate me for no real apparent reason, "Didja' here what i said, Hachi?" he was practically spitting in my face at this point, that and his breath was horrible to a fault that I almost threw up on the spot, 'N-no i.. didn't hear-" I grunted; well being thrown into a wall was painful you know, its even more painful when onlookers ignore you and the one person who tries to help gets scared off like a cat, 'Geez, if your that much of a pussy then don't try to help someone you dick..' is what I couldn't help but think as I looked up just in time to see Chris's foot, i loosened my muscles naturally as it connected to my stomach with an 'Oof!' as I smacked into the wall again and onto the floor.
"I. Fucking. Said." He repeated as his foot continually slammed into my side,"Ya got ma money ya fuck! Did me kickin' the shit outa ya affect your brain cells or what huh!? Spending all my money on damn video games, give me a break, ha? Maybe I should break a rib or two to make you understand the situation your in ehh!" he was getting pissed with each word.
'Ahahh, man, i really wish,' Chris was still kicking me, his cronies in front of him snickering and watching out for cops,"-lil stuck up shit i'll-" he was panting, i guess its hard work to beat others who don't fight back huh, 'Really, really, I wish you would just,' he stopped for a bit with his foot on top of my head, "fuck, hey you, Nick," said person turned, sightly confused, "go grab me a soda." of course he whined about it, "Just go get it ya fat shit!" was his reply. 'You would just-' there was more presser on my head, before he took it off and lifted me up again, "what the fuck did ya just say, ehh, ya mublin' bastard!" I just smiled, even though it hurt to. I was sick of it, being afraid of these idiots, I would be beaten either way anyways, "Hey! I said what the hell are ya smilin' fer ya stupid-!"
Please choose one of the following, by popular demand, the next chapter will have the following choice at the begining, the choices you make will effect how the story goes, also the choices affect the MC's traits, which will help in the long run, traits can be negative or positive, positive traits are how people will see you, they are good for others to trust you, negative traits are how others will think of you, they are good for getting around others in hard situations, and many other things, but more will be reviled as the story progresses, so choose wisely.
A) "I said i wish you would just shut the fuck up already!" I punched him, I punched him with every ounce that I had that my arm shook painfully, I literately heard the crunch of his nose, blood instantly rushed from it as he fell backwards with a gasp. It was the most satisfying, possibly the last, thing I've ever done.
Aggressiveness: 10% Physical: 5% Assertive: 5%
B) "I really wish you would die!" He was falling to the ground, heh, of course he would. As he was kicking the shit outta me, he never noticed the glass bottle that was beside me, so when he picked me up again, I crushed that fucking bottle into that oversize head of his, not that it was hard to miss. As he kissed the floor, blood oozed from his head in a most nice way. Heh, I'm a dead man alright.
Brutality: 15% Cowardly: 5% Physical: 5%
C) "I said you bastards should just disappear!" I screamed at the max volume that my lungs could give. Which in turn, made everyone outside, turn to look inside at the commotion. The Domino Effect was contagious, the collective whisperings of everyone, people taking their phones out and taking pictures, 'Dicks', and some nice old lady brought a cop with her, "Mr. Police man, over here!" she said worriedly.
"Fuck." That was the only intelligent thing Chris could say.
Intelligence: 10% Morality: 5% Determination: 5%