Current Events > CYOA: You have a stick

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Also take his "battered stick" and dual-wield.
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jumi posted...

A.

Also take his "battered stick" and dual-wield.

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teepan95 posted...

jumi posted...

A.

Also take his "battered stick" and dual-wield.

switching to this
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Bumping for now, will update shortly
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A) Yeah, also dual wielding

You nod.

Dick grins, then takes another bite out of his cigar. "Great! Here, you can take the stick off my hands. I already did all that I could with it."

[ Dick's Stick get! ]

He shifts his eyes around again. "I'll tell you this right now, kid; these sticks are bad news. It's the 22nd century and we've already eradicated all trees in this world. So how the hell are sticks suddenly appearing outta nowhere?" He twirls his cigar around his fingers like a pen. "There's a whole organization out there armed with nothin' but sticks." He takes yet another bite into his cigar, whittling it down to half its size. "Sounds ridiculous, I know. But if my hunch is correct, they gotta be the ones gatherin' all this city's booze."

You scratch your head. All you're taking away from this is that the guys with sticks have your beer.

Dick eats the rest of his cigar, then sighs. "Well, I can't really stay exposed like this for too long. Government might find me. Then it'll be all over for Dick Mannhole, private detective." He shifts his eyes around, then looks back at you. "You let me know if you figure anything out.." He tips the cover of the manhole like it was a fedora. "Catch you at another hole, kid." With that, he hides back into the manhole, away from sight.

Well. That was weird. However, in that moment, a certain scent pervades the air--the smell of booze. Your smell shoots up to K9-unit levels when you're this sober. Sadly, you're not really sure where it's coming from.

A) Go Downtown (You have no idea what to expect here)
B) Go up north (Where the van drove off to)
C) Look around for sticks and see if it gets you anywhere
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C
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C.
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B

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C

For the booze
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C) Stick around

You think back to what Dick said--that the guys with sticks have your beer. That can only mean that if there are sticks around, the beer will be there too. Fantastic logic. Maybe you should be a private detective too.

You scour just within the vicinity for any sticks on the sidewalk. Surprisingly, there isn't any sign of a single stick. How the hell did you even find yours? The search goes on for half an hour before you sit against a brick wall and ponder over everything that's been going on. You just wanted a nice drink to escape from your everyday life. But then, if you drink everyday, is that simply part of your everyday life? Are you actually being fooled here into thinking your routine is any different any day?

Oh no, you're thinking again. You really are getting too sober for this shit.

Suddenly, you hear the distinct sound of a stick snapping, right around a nearby alleyway. Looks like good things really do happen to those who wait. But also in that moment, a police car zooms past you heading up north with sirens blaring. Another one's following not too far behind.

A) Check out the alleyway
B) See if you can hitchhike a ride with this police car to the north
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B
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A

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Not trying to steal TCs thunder butt i know my bois and gurls are gonna want to C this

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/boards/400-current-events/76358400
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fire_bolt posted...

Not trying to steal TCs thunder butt i know my bois and gurls are gonna want to C this

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/boards/400-current-events/76358400

its all good lol, honestly the co-existence of a CM_ponch AND an assmuff CYOA simultaneously? its like the planets lined up

update shall be soon
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A) Alleyway

You don't have time to be chasing cars. You run over to the alleyway where the snapping sound came from.

There, you're greeted by the sight of a fallen body with a broken stick beside him. Looming over him is a man dressed in office attire. You know him as your co-worker; Bob from Accounting. You're not actually sure what his last name is--you always just assumed it was Accounting or something.

Bob pants as he clutches his stick, then looks at you with a smug grin. If it ain't ol average Joe! You got one o them sticks too?

You see him eyeing your sticks and simply nod at him.

He holds his stick in the air. These things are crazy, I tell ya! They make you like one o those Jedi things from uh, that one show. Star Trek?

The only thing going through your mind is that Bob from Accounting must be murdered. Well, you think that on a regular basis whenever you work with him. You look back down on the fallen man.

Bob notices you looking. Oh, him? Dont worry about lil ol him. I jus tried ta take his booze.

Your eyes widen at those words as you crouch down and inspect the body immediately. You loot all his pockets for anything you can find.

Bob taps his stick on the ground. Hey Joe, aint we civilized? Why ya robbin this man like some kinda street rat?

You simply glare at him for a moment, then go back to searching. You manage to find his wallet, which only has about 75 cents in it.

[ $0.75 get! ]

But the more important thing you see is his employee ID, showing that he works for

Aces High Casino? Bob chimes in. Aint that the gamblin place just Downtown? Whats this fellow doin over here in broad daylight?

You look at Bob and wonder what the hell hes doing in an alleyway drinking stolen booze in broad daylight, but youd rather not get a headache trying to fathom Bob from Accounting. With your new lead discovered, you get up and start walking towards Downtown.

Bob runs up behind you. Hey Joe, wait up fer me! I want in on more booze!

You facepalm, as youd really rather not have Bob from Accounting tag along. Then again, this is the absolute madman that just beat a guy down with a stick for booze. You might be able to use the manpower.

A) Let Bob from Accounting tag along
B) Go alone
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C) deal with Bob from Accounting
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teepan95 posted...

C) deal with Bob from Accounting

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Eevee-Trainer posted...

teepan95 posted...

C) deal with Bob from Accounting

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fire_bolt posted...

Eevee-Trainer posted...

teepan95 posted...

C) deal with Bob from Accounting

A
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C) Use your stick

No, Bob from Accounting cannot be trusted. He's too unpredictable after all.

You're about to wield both of your sticks in a battle stance, but you figure there are easier ways to deal with him. You turn around and hold your palm out to him, indicating him to stop.

Bob chuckles. Heehee, you got a funny lookin hand, Joe!

You desperately want to strangle him. But good things come to those who wait. Instead, you point behind him.

He turns around. Is somethin there--

You smash him right in the head with your stick, knocking him unconscious. Just so you dont attract any unwanted eyes, you drag him further into the alleyway, then take his beer.

Damn. Asshole drank the whole thing. Still, the bottle might be useful.

[ Empty beer bottle get! ]

You stretch a little and crack your knuckles, ready to head to your next lead.



You stand before a grand building with a colorful neon sign that flashes Aces High. The tall, tinted glass doors loom over you as you vaguely see a bustling crowd and even more colorful lights in there---presumably from all the slot machines and whatnot.

You ponder over how to go about this.

A) Just walk in.
B) Find other entrances to get into.
C) Use your stick.
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C

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C
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C
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A to be contrary
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B
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C) You know how it goes

Pondering time over. You already know what to do.

You smash right through the doors, which garners the attention of everyone, save for one drunk patron whos passed out on one of the slot machines.

You scan your surroundings without giving much of a shit of all the eyes on you. You see slots. Poker tables. Standard casino stuff.

But most importantly...a bar.

You walk over there, accentuating each of your footsteps and staring down the bartender to the point where hes sweating bullets.

He aggressively and frantically twirls his fancy mustache. H-hi there sir, what can I get you--

You slam the [ Empty Bottle ] on the counter.

He starts sweating even more. Sir I-I dont exactly--

You hold your stick against his neck, leaving him silent. However, you feel the cold sensation of metal being pressed against the back of your head, along with the sound of a click.

A gruff voice follows. You here to cause trouble, punk?

You take a deep breath. Guess it has to be this way.

You swiftly duck and jab your stick behind you, staggering the gunman behind you. You turn around and roundhouse kick him in the head before he can react, knocking him out.

At this point, youve sent the entire place into a panic. All the bystanders are running all over the place screaming, while a bunch of suited men with bowler hats are making their way to you while taking potshots at you with handguns.

You whip out [ Dicks Stick ] and start dual wielding sticks, deflecting all the bullets rushing to you as you charge towards the nearest gunman. You slide-kick into him, knocking him off balance and disarming him from his gun. You bat it away towards the head of another gunman, which causes him to miss his shot and shoot his ally next to him.

More gunmen rushing in. Youd love to sit here and deal with all of them, but you scan all around the place to see if you can see someone you can actually talk to. Up on the balcony, you can see a white-suited man with a 12-foot tall hat watching over your fight. That has to be the head honcho.

You jump up atop the head of one of the gunmen and run along the heads of the crowd of gunmen.

They try to grab your legs as you land on them, but they keep fumbling around and falling over.

Youre just below the balcony now. You land on one more gunman and kick against his face with full force to propel you to the top of the balcony. As you fast approach the hatted man, you ready your sticks.

However, he swats you away with a cane before you could attack him, knocking you back down to the ground floor. He jumps down, landing next to your fallen body.

The rest of his henchmen have their guns pointed at you as the hatted man presses his cane against your chest.
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He tips his hat. Howdy. Names High-hat Ace. He presses his cane harder. Id have you shot right now for makin a ruckus in my buildin, but I can look this over once for a feller Stickman. Now why dontcha tell me what yer business is here.

The bartender runs over frantically, showing him the [ Empty Bottle ]. Boss, this gentleman ran in here and tried to ask about this.

Ace tips his hat again. Ah, you must be wonderin why we got alcohol here. He takes his cane off your chest. Real simple really. We pay the government to turn a blind-eye in this building. Business has been boomin ever since Aces High Casino has been the only place in the city to get yer fill of booze. He taps his cane on your head. Course, you cant do nuthin about that. So long as we got money, were untouchable! He looks at his watch and turns around. Lock him up, boys. I got wads of cash to sniff.

With that, one of the henchmen comes up and kicks you in the head, making you black out.



Your vision returns to you, and you find yourself in a stonewalled jail cell with metal bars that look pretty sturdy. You look around for anything you can use, but theres only a bed frame with no mattress here. Not even a toilet. How the fuck do people live here?

You look beyond the bars. Theres a long-bearded guy whos sleeping in another cell across you. You cant really see to your sides since its difficult to peek your head out further.

A) Talk to the cellmate
B) Call upon Teddy
C) Bust out with brute force
D) Wait for a guard or someone to come by
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D while B
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CB
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teepan95 posted...

CB

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fire_bolt posted...

D while B

Tag
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AssultTank posted...

Mystery_Mission posted...

fire_bolt posted...

D while B

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fire_bolt posted...

D while B

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BD) Wait and Teddy

In times like these, you can always rely on the wisdom of muthafuckin Teddy Roosevelt. You take him out of your pocket.

If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn't sit for a month, he says. Damn straight, Teddy. Unfortunately, youre in no position to be kicking anyones pants at the moment.

You poke Teddy with your stick, causing him to be re-animated once more, then you send him beyond the bars to find a way out of here.

In the meantime, you wait.

And wait.

And...wait.

Youre sick of this shit.

E) Use your stick

You grip your stick tightly and take a swing at the bars, but before you actually hit them, you feel the floor shake a little.

You look behind you and see a circle cracking through the floor. It crumbles, and you see a familiar silhouette.

Hey there, kid. Dick Mannhole, private detective here, he says while holding Teddy. Found a peculiar little fellow here, trying to guide me to you. He tosses Teddy to you, then scratches his head. A walking teddy bear--now thats a new one. Anyways kid, looks like you found the alcohol smugglers. Great job!

You nod and put Teddy away in your pocket.

Dick looks around suspiciously as always. I got some big discoveries since our last meeting. Those stick things that suddenly have been popping up everywhere? He eyes your stick. Theyre from the government. I dont know why theyre suddenly in non-government places, but this can only mean that the government and these smugglers are in cahoots!

You lean against the bars, bored. You really could give less of a shit about whatever conspiracy Dick is on; you just want some alcohol right now. Maybe you should have had a shot before you attacked the bartender.

Dick takes out another gigantic cigar and starts munching on it. This also means that trees arent eradicated either; the governments been hiding them from us! You really cant trust them--

The bearded cellmate bangs against his bars. Pipe down, gentlemen! Some of us are trying to retire to slumber.

Dick quickly eats the rest of his cigar in one bite in a panic. Oh crap! Ive been seen! See ya in another hole, kid! he says before retracting back into the hole.

You look back at the cellmate.

He picks his nose and then tries to tip an invisible hat with the same finger. Gday, my good sir. I see youre being held for challenging sir Ace. I do say, I propose we cooperate to force our release from this drab confinement cell!

You only caught half the shit he just said. Youre also feeling similar feelings as you do with Bob from Accounting.

A) Work with him anyway
B) Follow Dicks hole
C) Break out with your stick
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C
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