[I was browsing /tg/ and got inspired by their ongoing text RPGs. I don't really have a grasp on how RPG mechanics work outside of video games so this will just be a basic CHYOA, decided by robots. The voting period is five minutes.]
Your name is Anon. You're fourteen years old and an only child. You have a loving but misguided mother, as is obviously evidenced by the fact that she got pumped and dumped by some Chad who abandoned you both. She works in education, and you're able to live a modest middle class life.
For work purposes, you two have recently relocated to the beautiful Isla Vista, California. You'll be attending St. Elliot's High School, a medium sized public institution. You don't know anyone and no one knows you, but that might not be too bad. Middle school was a little "strained".
It's your first day, impressions matter. Decide on what to wear.
>dress unassumingly, a plain dark t-shirt and nice jeans
> really show your personality, rep a t-shirt from your favorite game (minecraft) and some comfy cargo shorts, because you're a comfy laid back dude
>spice it up, go put on some of mommy's makeup and a dress
>>29231838
Get your fucking life together OP, you weirdo
>>29231838
Option 3 famalango
>>29231838
3 - spice it up
how about killing yourself, seeing as an existence that values minecraft in any way, shape or form, is not an existence worth its oxygen consumption.
>>29231838
Option 1, dress unassumingly
It's what a robot would do.
Fuck it, you think to yourself. Girls have it easier anyway.
Mommy's into the shower, so you have the perfect chance to sneak into her room. You rummage through her drawers, finding some sexy little red lingerie, an ADORABLE plaid skirt, and a cute white blouse. You head into the bathroom and doll yourself up, the way you've been secretly practicing for weeks. To yourself, you look like a fucking pornstar.
You're downstairs eating breakfast when Mommy sees you. She freezes for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "Ready to go kiddo?" You nod and smile.
Mom drops you off at the front of the building, LATE. The halls are almost completely empty and you realize you have no idea where you're supposed to be going. All you have is a name, Mrs. Bloom. You look across the hall for anyone who can help.
What do you do?
>ask the old grandpa looking janitor who's staring at you bewilderingly
>ask the kid in black with his hands in his pockets and the slouched shoulders, currently heading out the door
>try and find the office
>say fuck it and skip class
>>29232063
try and find the office so you have time to gather courage
the kid is going too fast for that
the janitor stares weirdly
too beta to skip class
so yeah, 3
>>29232063
Ask kid in black
Maybe you can befriend him
>>29232063
Try to findirino office
>>29232222
quads of truuf
>>29231838
Thats not his highschool, I thought he lived in califronia?
You dally along, your short skirt riding up your ass until you find a room marked OFFICE. An obese black woman is talking on the phone. A look of skepticism appears across her face as she looks at you.
"Can I help you?" she asks indignantly
"Yes. I'm looking for Mrs.'s Blooms office," you say in your best girly voice
She give you the room number and you leave the office. Turns out it was the first door on the left, who knew? You hesitantly open the door. A plump older woman with curly hair and a big nose looks at you.
"Oh, you must be a new student! We've had several today! Go ahead and introduce yourself." she says.
How do you introduce yourself?
>as anon
>as anonette
>you put your head down in embarrassment and say nothing
>this was a mistake, go out the door
>>29232353
As anonette
>>29232353
Anonette (Anonette)
>>29232353
Anonette
Oregon
You put your hand on your waist and confidently lean on one leg, thrusting out your ass. You give the whole class a gorgeous, confident smile. You take a long slow look around the class, letting your gaze linger on some of the better looking boys. They're wrinkling their noses, but you know that eventually they won't be able to resist.
"Hiiiiiiiiii," you say, "my name is Anonette and I'm new. I'm fourteen and just moved here. I'm looking forward to knowing you all and getting involved In extracurriculars. Thank you!"
As you take the empty seat in the middle of the room, whispers and chuckles and what a faggots are audible. Nevertheless, you hold your head high. You know those fucking whores are just jealous.
You make in through the class, and the next one, with no trouble. Before you know it, it's time for lunch. No one introduces themselves to you, but you understand. They haven't finished catching up with friends yet.
You realize Mommy forgot to give you a bag lunch, what do you do:
>go to the cafeteria, buy food on credit, and eat there
> go hang out in the bathroom for the whole period
>decide to explore the area outside the school, and see if you can scavenge some grub there
>>29232597
Hang out in the bathroom, but which bathroom? I feel you'd get bullied in either one. Which is why you should do it.
>>29232597
Explore the area
Well, this is slightly different than expected, at least. Historically, you've hung out in the boys' bathroom. You enter the restroom, hoping to find some solace. Instead, you're face to face with a blonde, pretty, genuinely cis white girl wearing a tank top and short shorts.
"Hey, get the FUCK out of here, FREAK!" she screams at you
What do you do?
>run out of the room
>sock her in her fucking face
>run into the bathroom stall
>try and explain that you're a girl
>>29232830
Try to explain that I'm a girl
>>29232830
>try and explain that you're a girl
>>29232830
Explain that you're a girl
>>29232343
You're right. That's a school named after him (in this story).
>>29232830
Explain you're a grill
>>29232830
sock her RIGHT in the FACE and DEVALUE her as a woman
>>29232830
>"grill here btw :)"
You try and explain.
"N-no, you see, I identify as a g-girl-"
She screams and swings her purse at you. Guess she can't be reasoned with. Caught off guard, the light impact knocks you to your ground. The girls runs at you, and you fear this might be the end.
Then you remember that you have fucking testosterone flowing through your veins and find some of the balls you wish you didn't have. You brush it off, get up, and push her to the ground like the weak little bitch she is. You pick up her purse, it's beat down time.
The bathroom door opens. Two scrawny boys with glasses and khakis are staring at you, one Is wearing a Bernie shirt. What do you do?
>try and explain the situation
>run for it
>lie and say everything is fine
>roundhouse kick them in their smug fucking liberal faces
>>29233022
Fuck those libtards up.
>>29233022
Make them feel the bern. Option 4
>>29233022
>Y-you can't hit a girl silly!
>>29233022
Cuck them harder than Tyrone
Oh i get it this is just like that time Elliot Rodgers tried to push a girl off a balcony but then two jocks threw him off instead.
Please continue OP
[Sorry fir the delay, went to make some breakfast.]
You smile wolfishly at the boys. "Time to make you losers great again. Not." It sounded better in your head.
Internally visualizing yourself as Jean-Claude Van Damme, you aim your foot at the bernouts fucking head. Ten years of Karate lessons are finally paying off. There's an audible crack as it connects. He falls to the ground, lifeless. You grab the other nerd by the neck and throw him into the bathroom stall. His head cracks on the toilet and he doesn't move. You deliver a more kicks to Blondie for good measures. Retribution feels good.
You exit the bathroom. Some kids across the hall are staring at you. They must've heard the commotion. What do you do?
>walk away like nothing happened
>try to explain yourself
>threaten them into silence
>>29233390
Walk away like nothing happened
option 1, walk away
Option 2
>Those two guys just tried to rape a bitch in the girls bathroom
>Lucky i stopped them in time
>>29231838
Wear plain clothing. Find the biggest kid in class, and dump your caprisun on his head. After this gets a reaction from all his friends, pace around the room in circles. when they try to corner you, start masturbating furiously and ejaculating all over the place until they leave.
repeat as needed.
>>29233390
Walk away, it's better to leave them confused rather than informed of your strength
[Delayed due to power outage, I hate where I live.]
You give the group of students a beautiful pearly grin, and walk out into the hallway. The bell rings immediately, although it seems to have only been a few minutes. You blame California's shitty education system.
Your next class is World History. The teacher boringly drones on about his syllabus and class expectations. Resting you head in your arms, you tone him out and focus on the dreamy boy two rows across from you. Face, height, and frame, he has it all. You want him to breed you. He never looks your way once. Some kids are tossing a Frisbee outside, you watch through the window and imagine being accepted as one of them.
The class ends, looks like you have an hour long free period. How do you spend your time?
>chat up chadwick
>go check on the bathroom situation
>try and join the Frisbee thing
>ditch school, go home and cry
>>29233793
>ditch school, go home and cry
>>29233849
boring
Chat up chadwick, that sort of social humiliation will be good fuel to get through the rest of school as an awkward loner
>>29231838
I choose 2
>>29233849
>>29233875
>>29233883
shit man i don't have a rule to decide on what to do in this situation
>>29233902
Choose the case that makes for the best story
It's time to seize the day! You head towards Chawick, you just KNOW that he'll be fucking you tonight.
Oh shit! Nevermind! It's the police. Two officers point guns at your girly face. They tell you to get on your knees, which, combined with their authority position, really turns you on. Then they tell you're that you're under the arrest for the murder of three minors. They read the Miranda rights and it's a real turn off.
You won't go down like this. As they lead you to the car, you Houdini your way out of the handcuffs. Your austistic lock picking hobby really paid off. Your grab one of the officer's guns and kill them both. Blood and brain matter are everywhere, it turns out Tarantino movies weren't exaggerated in the slightest.
"NOTHING TASTES BETTER THAN COOKED HAM" YOU SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS
You unload the rest of the rounds into the nearby students. Killing Stacies is the greatest feeling in the world. You shoot Chad in his big fucking Chad dick. When you're out of ammo, you run to the top of the school and throw yourself off. Your neck breaks and you die instantly. You go on to become a tumblr martyr. Everyone else shits on your grave and memory. Your mom changes her name. The end.
[tbhqh i got bored]
>>29234186
wasn't bad anon
you should do this again sometime
>>29234186
I laughed at the ending.
