Darkness. Void. Utter blackness. There is nothing here. Yet there is also, something? The shadows roil like waves of an ocean, twist like strands of a cloth, and wind around you like a fervently affectionate cat. You are nowhere. You are somewhere within the nowhere.
A voice reaches out to you- with pointed fingers, ruffling mailboxes, and ringing telephones.
[bold]Dark, darker, yet darker.[/bold] [bold]Shadows cutting deeper.[/bold] [bold]Photon readings negative?[/bold] [bold]The next experiment is upon us.[/bold] [bold]Are YOU there?[/bold] [bold]Are we...[/bold]
[bold]Connected?[/bold]
It shakes something loose in the core of your being. Memories. An adventure through an underground cavern full of monsters, demons, and beasts. Some of them kindhearted, others malicious, all desiring an end to their imprisonment beneath a mountain.
You guided a human- You commanded a puppet- You were just a child-
It grates on your consciousness. But you can recall that, whatever you were, whatever you did, you were in that pit for a long, long time.
> Try to remember more. You can make no sound judgements without your mind. > Who's there? What's going on? What's this "connection" crap? > The past doesn't matter, now. Time to start again. _____________ Never used /qst/ before. Decided to rejigger some of my writing into a new experience for 4chan. I'm very interested to see what you'll do compared to the last contestants. Updates come when I'm free to write, but this IS the current brainrot, so-
So, this goes first you type what we would what (can be anything. literally from a wizard in a world made of weed where you dungeon endlessly or that you are a literal rock.) After that we decide what goes next FIRST COME FIRST SERVE if you are unsure of what to do look at the OP post
A demon emperor with enough power to genocide entire pantheons grows weary of the underworld and decides to make a home for himself in the mortal realm. He has no desire for anyone to know who or what he really is. He has lost all interest in conquest and petty squables. While he is still evil, he has begun the slow and painful path to antihero status and possibly, eventually redemption. Hiding his true power, he has disguised himself as a wandering knight. He has also chosen you to be both his disciple and his guide. Offering you knowledge power, and training in exchange for you teaching him how to live as a human. What do?
(To everyone who signed up, I hope you are ready. I know I am. I have decided to start us south of the entrance to Eirenopolis (One of the largest cities of the north, lead by the priesthood of Selene). Your path takes you north, running parallel to one of the world's major mountain ranges. To your left, you can see foothills and vast plainlands. The group is abord an airship, by direct order of Mechaine. You are being sent to verify the strength of the Men of Iron. They are situated near a great breach, which leads directly into the prison which holds the blacklight. An esoteric field is all that holds it in, and the machines which maintain this field draw all matter of creatures which must be held off. Please enjoy!) You have each been picked, to reasons known to none but Mechaine, to operate one of the very first prototype airships. Speed is of the essence, which is why you use this vehicle. However, to avoid being spotted, you are forced to go around the long way, and approach the great breach from the north, where Bellatist territory does not span. As such, you will soon be passing by Eirenopolis, and will travel east through the Northern Mountain Kingdoms, before once again heading south. Your ship is somewhat low on supplies, and you will need to stop to get more soon. While you could likely reach the Northern Mountain Kingdoms before you ran out of food or fuel, the area is harsh, and finding supplies is likely to be difficult. Accompanying you are a few ship hands and engineers, who are responsible for seeing the ship in good maintenance. Who are you, and what do you wish to do?
You are normally Jennifer Sanders. Twin sister to Emily Sanders. Proud Witch and part Veela daughter to a line of Purebloods that can go back 1000 years on your dad’s side; all the way to Lord Salazar Slytherin. Your dad, sister, yourself are likely his only remaining pure descendants it would seem. Are the last True Seer to be born for quite a time following part of your soul being hurt and put back in wrong.
Right now, you are attending Ilvermorny school of Witchcraft and Wizardry which your twin who you share part of your soul with, and your genius if slightly autistic and abused best friend, Macy Nicole Wright both of whom followed you to America. Begun to make many new friends, new members of your Coven, including a kind, paranoid schizo with enough guns to start a war named Aubrey Thompson who has abnormal strength and toughness.
Once cast the Killing Curse to save your sister and male best friend David Adams and were strongly encouraged to take time abroad when he nearly died due to his parent’s ire after he saved you and nearly died.
And? After a handsome, sandy-haired boy got you on the trail? You have begun to search for your ancestor’s wand to keep it from the hands of someone who would use it for Evil. Will claim it with your sister to stop a disaster you were told of by a tiny version of yourself born from the Curse in your dreams and who may be Evil.
Last time, you had a good day at the Library, met a kind man, revealed your goal to Aubrey and others. Investigated a famous tree and recovered the necklace of the Dark Witch Gormlaith Gaunt, another relative of Lord Salazar, since you felt it would be important.
But? For the moment, you are not a girl with two grim Prophesies hanging over you and your twin sister.
>You are Anna-Beth Williams. Proud daughter to a no-maj father who served with one of your DADA professors doing somethings he could not talk about and a Witch who worked as Wizarding PI and occasional Curse-Breaker. You are the unwilling bearer of Lycanthropy from an attack when you were seven. It took 9 years and the help of the kindest girl you ever met; you best friend Aubrey Thompson, but you had come to terms with the Curse. No longer believed it made you less than human and with all their help? You had learned to control it very well; to use it to your advantage.
Knowing only one spell that you are able to cast once a day, the pursuit of more arcane knowledge sprung naturally as your main goal, so you decided to set out in search of an magical school you hear about.
Choose your starting traits and let's embark on this adventure!
You cannot tell where your body begins and ends. You cannot move any of your limbs. While unusual, this doesn't scare you. Your eyes are closed. You let yourself relax...
It's unclear how much time has passed. The darkness beneath your eyelids has changed. Suddenly, there is space, and movement. Out of the abbyss, a thing appears
You see: > A black mass, swirling and writhing, ever changing shape, once full of shapes soft and fleshy, like the innards of an alien creature, once jutting with sharp edges, like shards of shattered bone. The mass has a blackness unlike any in the natural world, so dark it glistens. It makes the surrounding darkness apear faded and lifeless in comparison...
> A twinkle. The small light shimmers alone, until it is joined by another, and another. As the lights multiply, they illuminate the substance underneath. An ocean of quicksiler, as far as the eye can see. The waves swell and crash. What you took to be lights were droplets of liquid mercury jumping out. The element rages, and you feel respect towards it's power...
_____________ Hi guys, QM here, trying something new. This should be fun! This question and the few coming after it will determine the character and place in which the action will take place.
I burst out of the saloon as the hoof-beats outside grew louder and louder. Normally I would dip once a package was delivered, but these FUCKING SAVAGES have been getting too bold. Shots are being fired around the town, clearly I'm not alone in trying to repel this raid. Glass shatters and arrows shatter the windows of the saloon behind me, It's not until I hear the whine of my horse and see it fall to it's side I'd realize moving into the open was a mistake. Somehow the tribals out here got their hands on some proper rifles and revolvers. Turning my head back to the road where the shots came from I see the Indians, draw my Colt, and fire twice. One bullet for a pair with long guns, clearly supposed to be of US ARMY make. I should have accounted for the hoof beats **around** the Town. A pair of arrows strike me in the chest, I barely get a chance to see the redskins behind the crates and bags of goods these arrows came from before my vision fades as i start to fall backwards.
Somehow I feel sluggish as I next wake up, like there's a fog on my mind. As it recedes I realize a couple of things. I'm already standing upright. That shouldn't be the case from what I remember. The other thing noticed is it's still too dark blinking and trying to rub my eyes has done nothing to help change the lighting. A quick look around shows that I'm standing in a stone room, surrounded by odd metal torches, cobwebs, and a couple other people standing around barely moving. One is armored and the other looks like he's wearing a suit.
> Check our wounds. > Check on one of these other guys. > Try to find a door and walk out of here.
At the heart of the Johnny convention, behind one set of curtains inside the cuddling zone, there lies a group of zany individuals sharing their stories. You’re among them. And as of now, you’re listening to the second culprit of this entire event happening: Lydie.
The former priestess of the Church of Beauty has revealed that you (and your seven Johnny Plushies) are the reason why she’s excommunicated. This creates a little shock in Dog Girl or Proto-Cow as, well, she doesn’t act like a proper religious girl. But there’s a mystery, why *you* (and the Seven Johnny Plushies)? The moment to find out is now.
“Thanks to me? What did I do?” You feel like it’s very irresponsible of Lydie to point fingers at you or anything that looks like you.
“Be chosen by <span class="mu-s">me</span>!” Lydie puts her hand on her chest. “I couldn’t continue my proper functions without stating your beauty! They’d ask me: <span class="mu-i">Who among these men is the most gorgeous?</span> And I’d say you! Then they’d retort: <span class="mu-i">pick one of the contestants</span>, and I'd say I’m not interested! They couldn’t accept you as an answer because you haven’t gone through the proper channels. They never spared you a thought! Never listened to me! But they’d be damned! I chose well.”
“I don’t want to come off as too forward, but isn’t this entirely your fault?” Proto-Cow Verity dryly retorts after reviving from the petting.
“She’s in love, who are we to judge?” Dog Girl Donna doesn’t see the issue.
“Partially intelligent beings.” Verity states.
“Regardless! I’ve been forced into a position I would rather not be in, but as it’s my nature, I always make the best out of my current dilemma.” Lydie explains.
“Right…” You don’t know if you feel responsible for this or not. You two have never met before.
“More questions, my jewel! More questions! I’ll answer anything you’re curious about!” Lydie wants more and more attention!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Ask Lydie if there is a way to help her out. Extend a helping hand to this silly girl. >Ask Lydie if she knows Nariko or Ichie. Look for more bovine connections. >You have spent enough time here. Leave the Convention without causing a ruckus. Let your fans enjoy themselves. >Give the signal. Bring Rora, Pansori, and Celia back. Plan together an incredible ending for the event. >This event was fun. Time to ruin it. Open the curtains and create an unprecedented amount of mayhem. >Write In.
