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Topic	CYOA: You are Merlin the Muscle Wizard
nikko004 02/04/21 12:47:30 AM #64:	A) Pretend to be part of the youth and gather info from your fellow youths So, Gundilf begins, as he puts on the black school uniform you just acquired from the trader, Cant say I was expecting to back to school like this, he says as he somehow hides away his staff under the uniform. You try to put on the school robes, but in the process you rip up the long sleeves with your massive arms. The bottom of the robes only reach up to your knees, rather than reaching the ground like it does for Gundilf. It feels like a dress more than anything. He looks you up and down. Well, Ill probably fit in just fine since Im short, but youre lookin to be a whole different story, brother. You put on the school hat, which is bigger than your other hat, so youre able to put on the hat over your hat. Worry not. I was an infant before. He looks to the side. Uhhh, these aint infants, brother. They look to be teenagers. Ive lived for over a thousand years, Gundilf. Youre all infants to me. Now are we all ready? King Goldius struggles around in his robes like someone trying to escape a potato sack. This...is...embarrassing! Why must I have to go along with your criminal acts?! He finally gets his head through the robes, revealing his glare to you. I could run away right now and have you arrested, you know. You sigh and take off your hats, then put your face right up to his, making you bend down to meet his eyes. But you wont. Because youre a damn coward. A pathetic, spineless weakling. You inch closer, making him back up a bit. Go ahead and call whoever you want. But know that I WILL. Punch. Them. All. You say, poking his chest with each punctuated word. And then you will be next. He gulps. You put your hats back on. Oh well, why not think of this as a learning opportunity? Clearly you still have much to know to truly become a Grand Wizard. He looks to the side, frustrated. Fine. Ill play by your rules for now, you fiend. The three of you walk through the entrance. Across from you is a T-intersection, with a counter manned by a lady in a more official-looking uniform. Just like we practiced, alright? Gundilf whispers to you as the three of you approach the counter. She gives a customer-service smile. Hi! Are you three guests? You stare her down with your massive height. No. We are students. She raises an eyebrow. Um...no offense sir, but you look a bit too old to be a student here. That is because of puberty. Which I am currently going through. Because I am a student here. She sweats a bit. Uhhh...okay. Well, which element are you studying? I can direct you to where your elements building would be. You blink. Pardon me, but what are you talking about? She pulls out a diagram with a pentagon on it. Each of the points of the pentagon have different colors on it. Well, as you can see on this map, this school is divided into 5 other buildings, all connected by hallways. Theres one for each element: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Lightning! You blink even more. You...focus on a single one? Why of course! Mastering one element is difficult as it is! And can even take a whole lifetime to do! You facepalm. By the gods. This is embarass-- Gundilf starts pushing me away. Well just be wanderin around, thanks miss! The three of you walk through the very wide hallway, passing by crowds of students. You notice that the ones around this hallway are mostly wearing red badges, which you assume mean these are the Fire students. Some lean against the brightly-lit windows, casually talking before their next class. Merlin, was it? Goldius asks casually. Why do you act so appalled by common knowledge? You exhale. This is not knowledge. This is the complete opposite of knowledge. Forcing yourself to one element is like only walking on a single leg when you have two. In the corner of your eye, you see a young boy sitting and reading on a bench, secluded away from everyone else who is socializing. Instead of people, he is accompanied by a stack of books. You approach him out of curiosity, thinking he should be a safe target to get info from. The extraordinarily skinny boy adjusts his comically large glasses as he looks up to your overbearing figure. H...hello. Who are you? Greetings fellow youth. I am, uh You think back to Gundilf, who earlier told you not to reveal your real name just to be safe. However, he did not specify what name to use instead. I am Pew Bertie. What is this activity you are doing? He clears his throat. Im...Terry Thotter. And Im currently memorizing spells for my next class. Memorizing? Why would you need to memorize spells? Goldius crosses his arms. You idiot, dont you know the basics of spellcasting? You have to know the correct sequence of words to chant! With so many spells, why do you think its so difficult to master an element?! You massage your temples. By the gods. This cannot possibly look any worse-- Suddenly, a fanfare bursts out of the hallway as a grandiosely long red carpet rolls down the hallway. A young boy in a fully red-colored school uniform walks on it, accompanied by two robed guards. Everyone, please clear the way for Prince Firebong! Son of the Grand Wizard of Fire! says one of the guards. Goldius immediately hides behind you. Oh shit. That boy might recognize me, since I know his father quite well. Well, I must say I recognize the way he presents himself, you say. Reminds me a lot of your son. Well of course he would! Goldius says smugly. Both that boy and my son are royalty after all! Something you wouldnt know, you dreaded commoner. You roll your eyes. Commoner this, royalty that. The only royal thing that happened to you is that I royally defeated you. Goldius doesnt have a retort for that one. In the midst of your exchange, Terry had gotten up from his seat to get on the carpet. The moment his shoe formed a dirt print on it, everyone gasped. Um, excuse me, Terry says nonchalantly while adjusting his big glasses, But theres already a carpeted area in the middle. And this hallway is quite large. No one has to make way. Firebongs hair immediately bursts into flames. Oi. Commoner. The SHIT did you just say to me? Get your filthy feet off of MY carpet! he says while pushing Terry down. Terry shakes his head to re-orient himself. Hey! Violence isnt allowed in the school rules. Firebong holds up his hand, forming a small fireball. My father IS the rules, shithead. A) Defend Terry B) Teach Terry to CAST FIST C) Ignore this and move on --- How to open a door, Step one: https://imgur.com/EWKRS <cite>nikko004 posted [p:950259698] in CYOA: You ... [t:79258066]...</cite> <quote>A) Pretend to be part of the youth and gather info from your fellow youths So, Gundilf begins, as he puts on the black school uniform you just acquired from the trader, Cant say I was expecting to back to school like this, he says as he somehow hides away his staff under the uniform. You try to put on the school robes, but in the process you rip up the long sleeves with your massive arms. The bottom of the robes only reach up to your knees, rather than reaching the ground like it does for Gundilf. It feels like a dress more than anything. He looks you up and down. Well, Ill probably fit in just fine since Im short, but youre lookin to be a whole different story, brother. You put on the school hat, which is bigger than your other hat, so youre able to put on the hat over your hat. Worry not. I was an infant before. He looks to the side. Uhhh, these aint infants, brother. They look to be teenagers. Ive lived for over a thousand years, Gundilf. Youre all infants to me. Now are we all ready? King Goldius struggles around in his robes like someone trying to escape a potato sack. This...is...embarrassing! Why must I have to go along with your criminal acts?! He finally gets his head through the robes, revealing his glare to you. I could run away right now and have you arrested, you know. You sigh and take off your hats, then put your face right up to his, making you bend down to meet his eyes. But you wont. Because youre a damn coward. A pathetic, spineless weakling. You inch closer, making him back up a bit. Go ahead and call whoever you want. But know that I WILL. Punch. Them. All. You say, poking his chest with each punctuated word. And then you will be next. He gulps. You put your hats back on. Oh well, why not think of this as a learning opportunity? Clearly you still have much to know to truly become a Grand Wizard. He looks to the side, frustrated. Fine. Ill play by your rules for now, you fiend. The three of you walk through the entrance. Across from you is a T-intersection, with a counter manned by a lady in a more official-looking uniform. Just like we practiced, alright? Gundilf whispers to you as the three of you approach the counter. She gives a customer-service smile. Hi! Are you three guests? You stare her down with your massive height. No. We are students. She raises an eyebrow. Um...no offense sir, but you look a bit too old to be a student here. That is because of puberty. Which I am currently going through. Because I am a student here. She sweats a bit. Uhhh...okay. Well, which element are you studying? I can direct you to where your elements building would be. You blink. Pardon me, but what are you talking about? She pulls out a diagram with a pentagon on it. Each of the points of the pentagon have different colors on it. Well, as you can see on this map, this school is divided into 5 other buildings, all connected by hallways. Theres one for each element: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Lightning! You blink even more. You...focus on a single one? Why of course! Mastering one element is difficult as it is! And can even take a whole lifetime to do! You facepalm. By the gods. This is embarass-- Gundilf starts pushing me away. Well just be wanderin around, thanks miss! The three of you walk through the very wide hallway, passing by crowds of students. You notice that the ones around this hallway are mostly wearing red badges, which you assume mean these are the Fire students. Some lean against the brightly-lit windows, casually talking before their next class. Merlin, was it? Goldius asks casually. Why do you act so appalled by common knowledge? You exhale. This is not knowledge. This is the complete opposite of knowledge. Forcing yourself to one element is like only walking on a single leg when you have two. In the corner of your eye, you see a young boy sitting and reading on a bench, secluded away from everyone else who is socializing. Instead of people, he is accompanied by a stack of books. You approach him out of curiosity, thinking he should be a safe target to get info from. The extraordinarily skinny boy adjusts his comically large glasses as he looks up to your overbearing figure. H...hello. Who are you? Greetings fellow youth. I am, uh You think back to Gundilf, who earlier told you not to reveal your real name just to be safe. However, he did not specify what name to use instead. I am Pew Bertie. What is this activity you are doing? He clears his throat. Im...Terry Thotter. And Im currently memorizing spells for my next class. Memorizing? Why would you need to memorize spells? Goldius crosses his arms. You idiot, dont you know the basics of spellcasting? You have to know the correct sequence of words to chant! With so many spells, why do you think its so difficult to master an element?! You massage your temples. By the gods. This cannot possibly look any worse-- Suddenly, a fanfare bursts out of the hallway as a grandiosely long red carpet rolls down the hallway. A young boy in a fully red-colored school uniform walks on it, accompanied by two robed guards. Everyone, please clear the way for Prince Firebong! Son of the Grand Wizard of Fire! says one of the guards. Goldius immediately hides behind you. Oh shit. That boy might recognize me, since I know his father quite well. Well, I must say I recognize the way he presents himself, you say. Reminds me a lot of your son. Well of course he would! Goldius says smugly. Both that boy and my son are royalty after all! Something you wouldnt know, you dreaded commoner. You roll your eyes. Commoner this, royalty that. The only royal thing that happened to you is that I royally defeated you. Goldius doesnt have a retort for that one. In the midst of your exchange, Terry had gotten up from his seat to get on the carpet. The moment his shoe formed a dirt print on it, everyone gasped. Um, excuse me, Terry says nonchalantly while adjusting his big glasses, But theres already a carpeted area in the middle. And this hallway is quite large. No one has to make way. Firebongs hair immediately bursts into flames. Oi. Commoner. The SHIT did you just say to me? Get your filthy feet off of MY carpet! he says while pushing Terry down. Terry shakes his head to re-orient himself. Hey! Violence isnt allowed in the school rules. Firebong holds up his hand, forming a small fireball. My father IS the rules, shithead. A) Defend Terry B) Teach Terry to CAST FIST C) Ignore this and move on --- How to open a door, Step one: https://imgur.com/EWKRS</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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