Post by Psy on Jun 27, 2009 23:11:31 GMT -5
Here's how the game is played: Every so often I'll post a new poll that describes the repercussions and happenings following the previous choices made in the game. Some choices may be more comedic than others, some may seem serious - but you will have little idea which choices lead to what consequences since I'm silly like that. At the end of the post you will be given a choice reflected in the poll. There is simply no way I'll be able to do this daily, but at least weekly.
Acrid smoke curled lazily around living room as you puff slowly on your Cuban, sprawled on the sofa with a bowl of chips balanced precariously on your gut. The TV drones quietly as you flip channels, looking for something good.
Today the Boston Red-*click*
-directly to the forehead-*click*
-BILLY MAYS HERE-*click*
-help me, please-*click*
-can anyone hear me-*click*
-he's almost back, PLEASE, some-*click*
-body, please, anyone, he's going to-*click*
God damn it, this bitch is on every f***ing channel, begging for help. Not that she isn't cute and all, but the show sucks, the camera's all grainy, the lighting is crappy, it looks like it was filmed in a basement somewhere and...
Holy s***. You know that basement. You've been there every Friday after work, shooting pool with your buddies and drinking up the booze to forget all the crap you had to deal with at work. Is this real? Can it be? Do you even give a damn?
Well s***, not like there's anything on the TV anyway. Besides, if you play your cards right, maybe this gal'll be... properly thankful for the rescue. You shrug your shoulders and head out to....
1) Rotgut McDrinky's, the pub at the end of the street. You know the owners, the three of you go way back.
2) The Police Station, because you're a pussy-ass bitch.
3) The Morgue. You and your buddies hang out there since one of them's the guy that runs the joint, and you've set up a hell of a rec room.
4) Steve's House. Steve Gross was one of your college room mates and has been your friend for ages, your weekly get-togethers are always a blast.
Acrid smoke curled lazily around living room as you puff slowly on your Cuban, sprawled on the sofa with a bowl of chips balanced precariously on your gut. The TV drones quietly as you flip channels, looking for something good.
Today the Boston Red-*click*
-directly to the forehead-*click*
-BILLY MAYS HERE-*click*
-help me, please-*click*
-can anyone hear me-*click*
-he's almost back, PLEASE, some-*click*
-body, please, anyone, he's going to-*click*
God damn it, this bitch is on every f***ing channel, begging for help. Not that she isn't cute and all, but the show sucks, the camera's all grainy, the lighting is crappy, it looks like it was filmed in a basement somewhere and...
Holy s***. You know that basement. You've been there every Friday after work, shooting pool with your buddies and drinking up the booze to forget all the crap you had to deal with at work. Is this real? Can it be? Do you even give a damn?
Well s***, not like there's anything on the TV anyway. Besides, if you play your cards right, maybe this gal'll be... properly thankful for the rescue. You shrug your shoulders and head out to....
1) Rotgut McDrinky's, the pub at the end of the street. You know the owners, the three of you go way back.
2) The Police Station, because you're a pussy-ass bitch.
3) The Morgue. You and your buddies hang out there since one of them's the guy that runs the joint, and you've set up a hell of a rec room.
4) Steve's House. Steve Gross was one of your college room mates and has been your friend for ages, your weekly get-togethers are always a blast.
