This is so hard!! 1 might ease his superstition or reveal it to him. 2 will hide I from him for a while, and he could be sick actually. But he wants 3...
Every day seemed to be the same. In the morning, you and your family would wake up at exactly seven A.M., alongside everyone else in your timezone. There was no 'five more minutes' of sleep, or getting up too early; it was 7:00 sharp. You all would shuffle down the wooden stairs, decorated according the the housing guidelines, and into your perfectly cleaned living room with the same mass-produced glass table that everybody had, with the same sturdy brown couches with soft cushions and a white cloth draped half-haphazardly across the back (which your mother would fix upon seeing), and a television set into the wall that would play the same program every day. It was a boring, but fulfilling life that you and your family lived in.
That morning seemed a little different, however. You awoke tense and unsure, knowing that something terrible would be broadcast on the television when you shuffled in and sat on the couch to view the daily announcements read by the Supreme Ruler, Julius Averson. Your stomach twisted itself into knots as you looked into the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth and combing your rich, black hair. A concerned knock at the bathroom door came from your mother. "Alex," Her voice carried through the thin wooden walls. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." You managed, pasting a smile on your face and opening the door. "Just getting ready for the day, Mom." You brushed off some toothpaste from the corner of your mouth, the minty blue smeared on your pure white cotton pajama shirt. Your mother replied with a smile, placing a hand on your shoulder and guiding you out of the bathroom without hesitation. You winced at her cold touch, but relaxed as you stepped onto the carpet and walked down the stairs. The house was silent, filled with tension; the others, who would usually be chatting on the couch, were dead silent, waiting for the screen to flicker on. You took your seat beside your sister, the two of you wordlessly interlacing your fingers together. You two were closer than most siblings, which relieved your parents. You looked almost exactly alike, yet the girl beside you was only seven and you were approaching your eighteenth birthday. Sarah shifted in her seat, scooting closer to you.
"Something doesn't feel right." She whispered, just barely low enough to not be heard by your parents. "You feel it too, right?" You hesitated, before answering. "Yeah." You didn't feel like talking at the moment, your heart squeezing up with worry as you glanced to the television. The light flickered on, and the familiar face of the Supreme Leader was... Gone. Replaced by an unfamiliar face, a woman with harsh features and strikingly blonde hair. "Before your morning announcements, the Rebellion has a message." The woman smiled thinly, much like an alligator's smile before they bit into their prey. "Our world is an awful place to live in. There is no freedom, no individuality..." While your mother and father covered their ears, closed their eyes, and repeated a mantra that citizens were meant to utter once words of rebellion were spoken - hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil - you and your sister listened in with interest and eyes filled with wonder. "This is a recruiting call. We aim to change the world by bringing down the Government and returning the lands to their former glory. We only need your help. In every city there is one person waiting for you. They may be a beggar, asking for spare change. They may be a family member, or a friend. All you need to do to find them is look for the Westernmost Point." She smiled. "What that means is up to your interpretation." She held up a hand in a gesture that your sister copied curiously, before the screen flickered to the regular announcements, which had gone on the entire time without pause. Your sister glanced at you, and you returned her look.
Choices
1. Join the Rebellion
2. Join the Rebellion
3. Join the Rebellion
__________________
Love,
✶Stardust✶
♡♡♡ But now I know, without a doubt...
The luckiest day of my life was the day I met you~ ♡♡♡
Last edited by rubinaito; November 25th, 2017 at 06:16 PM.
Option 3 has been chosen.
Please note that I'mgoing to stop using colors and other formatting edits for the speech.
Every day seemed to be the same. In the morning, you and your family would wake up at exactly seven A.M., alongside everyone else in your timezone. There was no 'five more minutes' of sleep, or getting up too early; it was 7:00 sharp. You all would shuffle down the wooden stairs, decorated according the the housing guidelines, and into your perfectly cleaned living room with the same mass-produced glass table that everybody had, with the same sturdy brown couches with soft cushions and a white cloth draped half-haphazardly across the back (which your mother would fix upon seeing), and a television set into the wall that would play the same program every day. It was a boring, but fulfilling life that you and your family lived in.
That morning seemed a little different, however. You awoke tense and unsure, knowing that something terrible would be broadcast on the television when you shuffled in and sat on the couch to view the daily announcements read by the Supreme Ruler, Julius Averson. Your stomach twisted itself into knots as you looked into the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth and combing your rich, black hair. A concerned knock at the bathroom door came from your mother. "Alex," Her voice carried through the thin wooden walls. "Are you alright?"
[B]"Yeah." [/B]You managed, pasting a smile on your face and opening the door. "Just getting ready for the day, Mom." You brushed off some toothpaste from the corner of your mouth, the minty blue smeared on your pure white cotton pajama shirt. Your mother replied with a smile, placing a hand on your shoulder and guiding you out of the bathroom without hesitation. You winced at her cold touch, but relaxed as you stepped onto the carpet and walked down the stairs. The house was silent, filled with tension; the others, who would usually be chatting on the couch, were dead silent, waiting for the screen to flicker on. You took your seat beside your sister, the two of you wordlessly interlacing your fingers together. You two were closer than most siblings, which relieved your parents. You looked almost exactly alike, yet the girl beside you was only seven and you were approaching your eighteenth birthday. Sarah shifted in her seat, scooting closer to you.
"Something doesn't feel right." She whispered, just barely low enough to not be heard by your parents. "You feel it too, right?" You hesitated, before answering. "Yeah." You didn't feel like talking at the moment, your heart squeezing up with worry as you glanced to the television. The light flickered on, and the familiar face of the Supreme Leader was... Gone. Replaced by an unfamiliar face, a woman with harsh features and strikingly blonde hair. "Before your morning announcements, the Rebellion has a message." The woman smiled thinly, much like an alligator's smile before they bit into their prey. "Our world is an awful place to live in. There is no freedom, no individuality..." While your mother and father covered their ears, closed their eyes, and repeated a mantra that citizens were meant to utter once words of rebellion were spoken - hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil - you and your sister listened in with interest and eyes filled with wonder. "This is a recruiting call. We aim to change the world by bringing down the Government and returning the lands to their former glory. We only need your help. In every city there is one person waiting for you. They may be a beggar, asking for spare change. They may be a family member, or a friend. All you need to do to find them is look for the Westernmost Point." She smiled. "What that means is up to your interpretation." She held up a hand in a gesture that your sister copied curiously, before the screen flickered to the regular announcements, which had gone on the entire time without pause. Your sister glanced at you, and you returned her look.
Without speaking, the both of you knew that you would have to join. Your sister probably saw something you didn't, but you just wanted to get involved in something that could possibly change the world, and hopefully for the better. After the announcements had finished, without a word about the strange message the Rebellion had broadcasted, you and your family got up and slowly headed to the kitchen, each of you processing the events of the morning in your own ways. You took a seat at the table, next to your mother and across from your father with Sarah sitting beside you. You didn't want to say anything at that moment, fiddling with your fork as your mother began preparing breakfast. "I don't want you two getting any ideas." Your father spoke up, nervousness clear in his usually steady and stern voice. "It would put you in danger, and bring shame to our family." He shifted, glancing over to your mother hoping that she would continue the conversation. After all, your mother was better at lectures than your father, who was much meeker and quieter. Your mother simply nodded in agreement, not making any sound. There was a tension in the air as she brought over the pancakes, which had a light red powder sprinkled over the whipped cream. You and your sister glanced over to the side to see the Bottle, a government-issued pill designed to wipe memories from the last hour. Dread settled over you as you looked down at your pancakes, then over at your mother and father who had already began eating. Their eyes were glazed over, their movements mechanical. Without even thinking, you and your sister got up and threw the pancakes away while your parents were in the strange comotose state, unwilling to forget about anything. You sat down and made it look like you had just finished your meal, pouring the milk out just in case your mother had spiked it too. "Mom, Dad, we're finished." You said, and that was enough to snap them out of the state they were in. They blinked at you, confusion clouding their gaze for a moment before your mother glanced at the counter. "Alright." She said, looking back down at her food which was gone as well. "Go out and play with your friends or something. It's a nice day." Her voice was slightly monotone as she picked up the plates and glasses to be put in the dishwasher.
This is your first Location Choice. This does not count as a story choice, and if you select an option that isn't the place you needed to go, it does not affect your journey. The only thing it affects is three things: Your Romance Level, your Adventure Level, and your Normalacy Level. If your Romance Level is higher than your other two traits, you're more likely to succesfully flirt with whichever Love Interest you choose. If your Adevnture Level is higher than the other two traits, you're more likely to rise in rank at a quicker pace. And finally, if your Normalacy Level is higher than the other two, then you blend in easier with the crowds and are less suspicious. Eventually, your story choices will also have an effect on the Levels.
You step outside into the sunshine and look around the city. There were a few places you could think of that would be the Westernmost point they were talking about, but obscure enough to not be easily recognizable. Your sister points to a map, where three locations have been marked. "I've picked out the most likely places the person will be at. Where do you want to go?"
Option 1: The Statue. The Statue is a well known landmark in your city. It is a simple family carving with four people looking at each cardinal point; the father to the north, the mother to the south, the brother to the west and the sister to the south. It's possible that the recruting man or woman could be by the brother. (+1 Normalacy)
Option 2: The Sunset Dock. The Sunset Dock is a popular place for those on dates. It is the perfect location to end your date at, when the sunset is the most spectacular. Since the sun sets in the west, maybe your date with destiny is waiting for you at the Dock. (+1 Romance)
Option 3: The Lonely House. This is a popular spot for tourists and adventurers. The Lonely House is said to be haunted, and sits on a hill overlooking the ocean. It's a perfect place to meet up with the Rebellion; after all, nobody is looking for a Rebel, just Ghosts. (+1 Adventure)
__________________
Love,
✶Stardust✶
♡♡♡ But now I know, without a doubt...
The luckiest day of my life was the day I met you~ ♡♡♡
Re: Dysfunctional Society {Interactive Story}
