Story Told

You pull the rudder on your sailboat. There is no point in sailing out much further. You've had your fill at this point. You should get back to shore. (display: "Clouds Come")

You scoff at the casiouous voice inside your head. Where is your thrill of adventure? The shore can wait, a beautiful day this like cannot! (display: "Clouds Come")

You start to see clouds. Dark grey clouds, and they are coming for you upon you fast. Why didn't you see them before? Before you can react, you feel rain start to come down on your skin. The waves break along side your sailboat and you start to get worried. Where did this stormn come from? Now an eerie fog starts to set in along side the waves. It whipes away the visiblity you had for miles and morphs it into a transparent mess. You can still see, and you might be able to get your way back out of this, but it will be tough. [[You try to out run the storm.|Out Run]] [[You bunker down in your ship and wait it out.|Hide]]

You push your engine to its max. You're going to need the speed if you're going to make it out of this storm before it gets worse. You stab the fog with your bow, hopeing to find a quick way out of this. The fog thickens. The waves seemed to have settled down a bit, but your visiblity is now shot. You cannot grasp where you are going much anymore. (display: "Hit!")

You go beneath the deck. You hope that your ship will be able to whether the storm. Although it isn't the strongest ship in exisit, the ship has fought its way through its fair shar of storms before. (display: "Hit!")

{(if: (history:) contains "Test Fire")[You scramble up the ladder and onto your agressor. You hope to make peace with whatever tried to threathen you. Why would they want to sink your precious escape?] (else:)[You take one step at a time, shifting your foot around on each rope rung before moving your weight onto it. You don't want to lose your life to a failure to climb a ladder. Besides, you're expected on board now.]} You get both feet onto the new ship's deck and look around and find yourself shocked. The boat is being piloted by skeletons! Skeletons wearing eye patches and hooks: Skeleton Pirates! "I thought you were never going to come on board!" you see one skeleton donned with a red bananda walk along the edge of the ship and towards you. [[You try to knock him off board.|Outnumbered]] [[You listen to what he has to say.|Requested]]

A voice calls down to you, "You going to come upboard?" [[You climb the ladder onto the boat.|Welcome Aboard]] [[You call back, "Nah."|Test Fire]]

*thud* Your boat has hit something. Land hopefully. But as you peer out from the bow, you see wood. A wooden ship. A large wooden ship. You watch as a rope ladder falls down in front of you. It wiggles in the breeze, almost beckening you to climb it. [[You climb the ladder onto the boat.|Welcome Aboard]] [[You keep standing where you are.|Coming?]]

"Okay then." A large *thud* rings out behind you. You turn around to find that your boat is now donning a giant whole across its bow. Water is starting to make its way inside. [[You hurry up the ladder onto the boat.|Welcome Aboard]] [[You return fire with a "Do you think that's going to scare me?"|Down With The Ship]]

A "yes" is fired, along with two more cannon shots. Your ship, while strong enough to survive a storm, isn't strong enough to survive naval combat and start to slip under the waves. Soon, you find yourself being swept away, your stubborn actions being washed away with your life. The end.

You swing your arm at your at the bonely fiend in front of you. You knock his skull off its perch and into the waves below. Suddenly, you are swarmed by pirates. Probably wasn't a good idea to attack one of their own. There is one of you and only a ton of them. You find yourself grabbed and pulled across the ship and off the other side. Looks like they want you to join their breatheren in the ocean, but not have the luxury of your boat new by. Looks like they thought this through more than you did. You plead with the pirates to stop this madness. (mouseover: "You plead with the pirates to stop this madness.")[(go-to: "Sunk")] You swing your body parts around, trying to cause anything to happen. (mouseover: "You swing your body parts around, trying to cause anything to happen.")[(go-to: "Sunk")]

The bananada skeleton begins to speak again but is cut off by a booming voice from across the bow. (text-color: yellow)["Why did you bring this sack of flesh onto my ship (text-style: "rumble")[Jenkins!]"] You two watch as a larger skeleton walks over from out of the shadows. He is donned with a large hat, tucked with a feather and a stiched on skull and bones. On his shoulder is the skeletoal remains of a parrot. He leans down from his towering position and glares at you. (text-color: orange)["Well, I don't know really captain,"] Jenkins' says. (text-color: orange)["I figured they might be of some use to us."] The captain cranks his neck to the side. (text-color: yellow)["What use would this thing have for us?"] [[You agree with the captain. You are pretty useless.|Silence]] [[You stand up for yourself, saying that you can do something useful.|Silence]]

Before you can do anything, you find yourslef flying through the air towards the water below. You think you'll be fine though, since it is just water after all. You could probably swim towards your ship and be just fine. (if: (history:) contains "Test Fire")[But then you remember that it has probably sank already, so you start to do a panic flail in the air.] You end up not even getting a chance to swim, though, as a shark jumps out of the water below and gulps you up. You wonder, as you find yourself being chomped to pieces, if the skeleton pirates has planned for that shark to be there. If so, then they had way better planning skills than you. And they don't even have a brain anymore.

(text-color: yellow)["SILENCE!"] You stop whatever you were saying and gulp. The captain stares at you for a bit longer, before clutching his ribs and starting to laugh. (text-color: yellow)["Man, I miss doing this,"] the captain says after his laugh dies down. (text-color: yellow)["It's been dull here ever since our last captive escaped. I miss him terribly so. His attitude to being captured brought a well needed positivity to this ship. He was quick with a joke and a tale, ah yes, his tales. He told the best stories. Thrillers, mysteries, romance-"] (text-color: orange)["And bed time stories!"] (text-color: yellow)["Yeah...and that to."] The captain bends down to you and stares you eye to eye. Well, eye socket to eye. (text-color: yellow)["Say, are you a good storyteller? That might be the one use that we have for you. Right now, we're low on human supplies, so I don't think we can keep one on board unless they have a practical use."] [[You say that you an all-star storyteller. If there was a Mt. Rushmore of storytellers, you would be the third face on there.|Story On]] [[You apologize and say that you cannot tell the difference between a story arc and Noah's ark.|Discarded]]

"Ah, okay then." the pirate captian turns and walks away. "Let's toss this trash then back where is belongs. (display: "Sunk")

You say, "I'll tell you the tale of why I'm here." Eyebrows shoot up on both of the men. Travis' face stays stoic, but Jenkins slips into a gapping smile and elbows Travis. Travis shoots eye daggers back at Jenkins, in hope of keeping him professional, but it is not effective. "Speak then." You out from behind the bars. My name is <input type="text" data-varname="playerName">\ <script>processInputElements();</script> and this all started after: [[the date I went on that last Saturday.|Date Night]] [[waking up in a deserted town this morning.|Stranded]] [[putting the final touches on your magical spell last night.|Ding-Dong Night]]

(if: $playerName is "")[(set: $playerName = "Dave")]You say, (text-color: green)["It was around 5 o'clock last Saturday when everything started to go down. I had to admit at the time, the date I was on wasn't looking like it would plan out."] "A date!" Jenkins says, breaking your line of thought. You have a feeling this will be nowhere close to the last time he does this. "Who did you ask out $playerName?" "[(display: "DateCycling")]<dateSelect| <input type="text" data-varname="dateName">\ <script>processInputElements();</script>." "More importantly," Travis squits his eyes at you. "Where we you at?" [[the movies.|Movie]] [[an amusement park. |Amusement Park]] [[a swamp to go crocodile hunting.|Crocodiles]]

(if: $playerName is "")[(set: $playerName = "Dave")]How is the man ringing the bell? [[He brought his own bell and is ringing it manually.|Confront]] [[He is using a magically spell that only produces bell noises.|Confront]] [[He is doing it outside her apartment.|Apartment Woes]]

"We were planning to meet up at the local movie theatre. We were planning nothing out of the ordinary, although it didn't stay like that for long. We had decided that we wanted to see:" [[Crazy Rich Asian|Waiting]] [[Jigsaw|Saw It]] [[Back to the Future|Future]]

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(text-color: "green")[$manName mentally berated himself for his silly choice. Why did he think he would be able to woo her with crocodile hunting? A gloosh rang out as he stompped his boots in the swampy waters. He should have gone with devil ray hunting instead. More danger there after all. He heaved his capture noose over his shoulder and started to trudge back to where he had parked his truck. Right when he was about to give up hope, he noticed someone was by his truck. As he got closer, he saw that the figure had long blonde hair. It had to be... [[Jessica|Confused Audience]] [[$womenName|Date Come True]] [[The Crocodile Pseudoizer|Blending In]]

She leaves her cave and challenges him to a battle to the death in: [[combat.|Combat]] [[a card game.|Cards]] [[mini-gold.|Mini-Golf]]

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What card game do they play? [[Craps|Roll For Freedom]] [[Spades|Rule Infraction]] [[Uno|Color Blinded]]

How does the dratgon decide to hit her first shot? [[Right through the windmill.|Perfect shot]] [[Burn down the golf course.|Party Pooper]] [[Eyes Closed|Show-Off]]

(if: (history:) contains "Eighties")[(enchant: ?Page, $eighties)]"I needed to distract myself, to keep my mind off the fact that $datePro might not be coming, which is why I spent the next half-hour looking:" [[at nearby poster for other movies.|Posters]] [[at my phone is see if $datePro posted anything about tonight on Facebook.|Facebook]] [[around to see when I could rob the place.|Robber]]

"Hold on," Jenkins looked up from a notepad that he must have pulled out while you were lost in telling your story. "You were planning to see a gory, horror movie? Wasn't this like the first date? Seems like a strange choice, no?" You shake your head. "It was... [[Because then $datePro'll get scared and then embrace $subPro.|Waiting]] [[Because they are both huge adrenaline junkies.|Waiting]] [[Because it'll prove to him that she's human.|Human?]]

"Wait, Back To The Future?" it was Travis' turn to butt in. "How did you see that?" You furrow your brow. "You sound confused. We saw it because..." [[it was playing at the local movie theatre to appeal to a nerdy audience.|Waiting]] [[I had rented out a whole theatre so we could watch my favorite movie.|Forward]] [[it is 1985.|Eighties]]

Why is he inviting the person over on the first date? [[It's a family member of your roommate, so they're visiting them first before watching the movie with you.|Awkard Dynamic]] [[It's what you normally do.|Dating Virgin]]

The pirates are split on whether they think that is a good idea or not. They are in deep discusion.

Disappointed by your lack of dating skills, they stop listening to your romance story. Who wants to hear a story about romance when the person has no experience in it? They throw you overboard.

What postors are on the wall? (if: (history:) contains "Eighties")[ [[Crazy Rich Asains|Immersion Broken]] [[Transformers|Immersion Broken]] [[The Goonies|Film Discussion]] (enchant: ?Page, $eighties)] (else:) [[Crazy Rich Asains|Film Discussion]] [[Transformers|Film Discussion]] [[The Goonies|Immersion Broken]]]

The pirates are annoyed that you cannot keep to the time period. They kill you.

They are so distracted by their disccusion that you're able to escape! ==if they shot your boat, you discover that your boat has sank and now you're drowning.

The dragon defeats the attack handly and he goes away defeated. The pirates cheer at such a story. They take you home safelt.y

Suddenly, the whole town is now attacking the dragon! What does the dragon do? [[Fight back.|Violence]] [[Surrender.|Surrender]] [[Suduce Them.|Bard]]

Your opponent does not like your complete disreard for proper sportsmenship and brings in a third party that backs him up on his ideas. You are out voted and lose.

The pirates decide to let you role for a safe return home.

THe pirates point out that you cannot play Spades with only two people. They kill you for not knowing your card games.

The dragon loses the game because they are colored blinded. The pirates relate to the story about someone unable to do something that seems simple to the average human. The decide to help you to shore.

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(text-color: "green")[Of course it was Jessica! How dare he had given up hope that she would show up to his invite? How silly of him to-] (text-color: "yellow")["Wait a minute! Who is this Jessica person? I thought we were waiting for $womanName!"] A murmur of agreement rides a wave across your audience. (text-color: "orange")["I agree Jenkins! How does one forget the name of their characters so easily! This would not be a mistake that a supposed 'all-star' storyteller would do! We have a fruad in our mists! Seize him!] And with that, you find yourself from in front of a crowd to the bottom of the ocean. Stupid $womanName.

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With a shove, you are tossed into the jail cell. You scramble off the sandy floor to your feet and rush for the door, only to have it slammed on your hands. You give the metal bars a shake, but to no avail. "Heh, if the bars couldn't with stand more than that, we wouldn't have much of a jail, now we would?" You look up to find two what you presume to be guards standing next to your door. They are dressed in matching suits with blue ties. The one who spoke has pale skin with short brown hair and the other has rich tanwith shaggy black hair. "The boss will come by to deal with you in a bit," the man who spoke before leans into your bars and stares at you. "It won't be too long now." [[You deny that you have done anything wrong.|Deny]] [[You step back from the bars and say nothing.|Cool]]

You say, "You've got the wrong one, I swear! I'm innocent!" "Shut up!" the man gives the bars a shake, although since they are firm in place, it doesn't do much. "We don't need to hear a beep outta you." "Do you ever wonder if one of these prisoners are actually innocent Travis?" the other guard walks behind Travis and keeps one of his eyes on you. "Nah, I cannot say I have," Travis stands back up and attempts to loom over you. "They all say the same thing Jenkins. They all plead innocence. They're all the same." He turns his head away from you and gestures over his shoulder with his thumb. "What makes this person any different from the rest, huh?" "Why don't we ask [(display: "PronounCycling")]<pronounSelect| then?" Jenkins approaches the bars and looks in at you. [[You ask them first to share a bit about themselves.|Interrogate]] [[You go silent and tell them nothing.|Stay Silent]]

You slip back from the bars and stand in the middle of room, keeping your eyes on the two guards. "Well, by the look of [(display: "PronounCycling")]<pronounSelect|, we've got another silent gun," the talkative guard says, a smirk coming onto his face. "God Travis, I hate when they don't say nothing," the other guard now apporaches the bars. "I feel like they're the most borin'." "Borin'?" Travis' eyes break off you and latch onto the other guard. "Jenkins, the purpose of this job isn't to be entertaining." [[You ask why be guards then.|Interrogate]] [[You keep a furrowed brow and a hard stare.|Stay Silent]]

"You tryin' to get information outta us, eh?" Travis snaps his eyes back on you. "Smart move, but we'd never fall for something like-" "Well, my name is Jenkins and I'm a guard here because Mr.-" Travis' hand slapped right over Jenkins' mouth, gargaling the rest of his sentence. "You seriously are going to tell $objPro that? $subPro doesn't need to know anything about us, you hear?" "What if $subPro shares with us $posPro reason why $subPro is here?" "I mean," the guards both look back into your cell. "I see no harm in that." [[You begin spinning your tale of why you're here.|Story On]] [[You say nothing.|Story Ends]]

"It doesn't look like you'll be getting your wish." Travis flicks his eyes between you and his partner. "Sorry to dissapoint ya." Jenkins grumbles something underneath his breath. "Why is everyone always so scared to talk to us Travis?" "I mean, we are forcing them to be in a jail cell. Not the most welcoming situation to put someone in." "Yeah, yeah," Jenkins gives Travis a vertical hand wave. "That's not a solid reason in my book. They could make a bit of small talk with us. All I want to hear one of these times is what happened to them before they got here, you know?" "Would be neat, but I'm not prayin' for it." Travis returns his eyes back upon you. "Doesn't look like $subPro is doing to change that." [[You surprise the guards by explaining what happened to you before.|Story On]] [[You keep saying nothing.|Story Ends]]

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"This nut isn't going to crack." Travis turns and walks away from the cell. "Come Jenkins. Let's tell the boss he's ready for 'removal'." Jenkins backs away from the cell with his stare lingering on you. After a few backward steps, he breaks his gaze and walks away with Travis. Silence envolvpes the room and has a stranglehold on it for an hour. Suddenly, the metal bars of your cell stretch out into one solid metal wall that breaks all line of sight. You muster a sharp gasp. When you go to replension your air supply, you find it hard to find any. You battle back and forth with the dwindaling air, but the lack of oxygen is war that is inevinable. You fall down on the floor, dead.

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The two guards turn their heads slowly and look at each other. Travis broke the silence with a, "you weren't sure?" "Yeah," you say. "You can never be too sure nowadays." The guards say nothing more. [[You continute on.|Waiting]]

"How did you forget what year it was?" Jenkins says as he brushes a bit of fuzz of his suit's shoulder pads. Travis scratches his chevron muscahe. "I don't know man. For some reason it felt... later?" You take the pause in the conversation to mean you [[can continue.|Waiting]] (enchant: ?Page, $eighties)

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