Current Events > CYOA: You've just robbed a thrift store and have stumbled into a witness.

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HotLap 02/28/20 1:24:32 AM #1:	You creep silently to the back door of 12 Hour Thrift. 12 Hour Thrift was the first target on your list of old employers to rob for obvious reasons. You already know the ins and outs of how they handle their money. The short answer is- uh, NOT GOOD. The owner, Jonathan, firmly believes that the store should remain cash-only. However, he also maintains that the bank is super far away and "doesn't have a great vibe", so he only deposits the store's money once a week - on Friday afternoon. So if someone were to rob the store on Thursday night, they would be getting six and a half days worth of cash. As you did with all your other jobs, before you left 12 Hour Thrift you made a copy of the back door key. When you returned the original copy after you quit, Jonathan actually said, "Oh damn, do you think I should be asking for these back?" It's a wonder he hasn't been robbed before. Hell, he locks the cash in the register overnight, but he leaves the register key on the desk right next to it. It'll be the easiest robbery in history. You'll politely unlock the back door, stride to the register, gently scoop all of the cash into your bag, and lock up on your way out. Although, just in case anything goes wrong, you decided to bring back up. Greg Vasesi is the embodiment of the word scrappy. He could be outmatched by 100 pounds in a wrestling match, and he'd keep fighting. He's six feet tall, but has the essence of a much shorter man. He radiates this aura that says, "I'm under five foot six and I'm gonna fight some tall people about it." You find yourself reassuring him he's tall, which makes him mildly uncomfortable when you do it privately and extremely uncomfortable when you whisper it to him while he's on his tiptoes reaching for a can of black beans on the top shelf of the grocery store. He's relentlessly grinded for everything in his life and it's made him fiercely loyal to those that have stuck with him through that grind. Greg pulls his ski mask over his face. "You ready?" "Yeah," you whisper as you move for the door. Greg reaches out and grabs your arm. "Where's your mask?" "I didn't bring one," you tell him. "It's just gonna be a quick in-and-out." "Bullshit, why bring me then?" "Y'know, just in case," you shrug. "Just in case, huh?" Greg grumbles as he spins his backpack around and unzips it as quietly as he can. He reaches in and rips out another ski mask for you. As you hastily throw it on, Greg asks, "I assume you'll need a gun too?" "A gun, what the fuck, man? We're just robbing a thrift store! No one's ever going to know we were here!" Greg puts down his backpack and shows you his weapons. In his left hand he's holding a 9 millimeter handgun and wrapped around his right hand is a pair of brass knuckles. "It's the perfect tactical combination." "Tactical? Greg - it's two locks that we have the keys for," you argue. "If he's far away, I can shoot him... wit-with the gun. But if he's up close... you know then I'm gonna get him with the punch, you know?" he lectures you. "I get how both those things work, Greg," you scold him. "You don't need to explain them." "Punch, shoot. Punch, shoot," he mutters. "Have you um... ever performed acts of violence before, Greg?" you ask nervously. "No. Of course not. But if I'm gonna start, I should be prepared," he retorts. "Prepared violence is just called premeditation, but you do make it look pretty tight though," you admit. Within half a second, Greg has produced another gun and another pair of brass knuckles. "Punch! Punch bang shoot!" "Hit, bang. Punch, bang. Shoot shoot, punch," you reply enthusiastically. Greg nods before confirming, "Shoot hit bang." You insert the key and gently turn the knob. The two of you crouch and stealthily enter the building before closing the door behind you. You can't hear any sounds from inside the store. You nod to Greg and stand up, moving quickly to the front of the store. As you leave the staff area and enter the showroom, you spot a man at the checkout counter. You stop abruptly in your tracks and reach out to halt Greg. It's Jonathan. He's picking up the money early. Luckily, his back is currently to you and he didn't seem to hear you enter. You put a finger to your lips and crouch low again. You make your way through the circular racks of shirts and jackets that were restocked at the end of some college student's shift. You remember you bought a denim jacket from this place when you were in a vulnerable state after someone called you "hella lame" at your ten year high school reunion. The jacket was straight from the 1970s and was donated to Jonathan, but he still charged you $60 for it. You were hoping the jacket would make you feel cool and relaxed, but for some reason it just made you feel violent. Probably buyer's remorse or something. Is that what buyer's remorse is? A blind, violent rage? You killed a lot of ladybugs wearing that jacket. You're as close as the clothing racks will get you, about twenty feet away from Jonathan. Nothing to hide behind between you and him anymore. You leave the shadows of some remarkably damp trenchcoats and tiptoe your way toward Jonathan. When you're about five feet away, Jonathan turns around and yelps at the sight of you. You quickly put a finger to your lips. Jonathan looks inclined to ignore your request until he sees the gun in your left hand. "Yeeeeep," Greg says confidently as he strolls out into the open. "I'm definitely in shooting range, but you could probably go shoot or punch, partner." "Nobody's shooting anybody," you respond, catching Jonathan's eye. There's true confusion and terror in his eyes. How could this happen to such a poorly secured, cash-only business? "We just want the money." "Are there any more of you?" Jonathan trembles as sweat beads on his forehead. He hands you a manila envelope full of the week's cash. "Nope, it's just us." "Who are you t-..." Jonathan trails off as his eyes grow wide with recognition. You try to avert his gaze beneath the mask but Jonathan seems to know who he's seen. "Are you-" That's all Jonathan has time to blurt out before Greg catches him in the side of the head with a steel punch. Jonathan tumbles backwards and slams his head off the counter on the way down. He lies motionless on the floor, bleeding from a gnarly head gash. "What the hell?!" you shout. Greg peels off his ski mask and responds, "He made you! He knew who you were!" <cite>HotLap posted [p:934980335] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>You creep silently to the back door of 12 Hour Thrift. 12 Hour Thrift was the first target on your list of old employers to rob for obvious reasons. You already know the ins and outs of how they handle their money. The short answer is- uh, NOT GOOD. The owner, Jonathan, firmly believes that the store should remain cash-only. However, he also maintains that the bank is super far away and "doesn't have a great vibe", so he only deposits the store's money once a week - on Friday afternoon. So if someone were to rob the store on Thursday night, they would be getting six and a half days worth of cash. As you did with all your other jobs, before you left 12 Hour Thrift you made a copy of the back door key. When you returned the original copy after you quit, Jonathan actually said, "Oh damn, do you think I should be asking for these back?" It's a wonder he hasn't been robbed before. Hell, he locks the cash in the register overnight, but he leaves the register key on the desk right next to it. It'll be the easiest robbery in history. You'll politely unlock the back door, stride to the register, gently scoop all of the cash into your bag, and lock up on your way out. Although, just in case anything goes wrong, you decided to bring back up. Greg Vasesi is the embodiment of the word scrappy. He could be outmatched by 100 pounds in a wrestling match, and he'd keep fighting. He's six feet tall, but has the essence of a much shorter man. He radiates this aura that says, "I'm under five foot six and I'm gonna fight some tall people about it." You find yourself reassuring him he's tall, which makes him mildly uncomfortable when you do it privately and extremely uncomfortable when you whisper it to him while he's on his tiptoes reaching for a can of black beans on the top shelf of the grocery store. He's relentlessly grinded for everything in his life and it's made him fiercely loyal to those that have stuck with him through that grind. Greg pulls his ski mask over his face. "You ready?" "Yeah," you whisper as you move for the door. Greg reaches out and grabs your arm. "Where's your mask?" "I didn't bring one," you tell him. "It's just gonna be a quick in-and-out." "Bullshit, why bring me then?" "Y'know, just in case," you shrug. "Just in case, huh?" Greg grumbles as he spins his backpack around and unzips it as quietly as he can. He reaches in and rips out another ski mask for you. As you hastily throw it on, Greg asks, "I assume you'll need a gun too?" "A gun, what the fuck, man? We're just robbing a thrift store! No one's ever going to know we were here!" Greg puts down his backpack and shows you his weapons. In his left hand he's holding a 9 millimeter handgun and wrapped around his right hand is a pair of brass knuckles. "It's the perfect tactical combination." "Tactical? Greg - it's two locks that we have the keys for," you argue. "If he's far away, I can shoot him... wit-with the gun. But if he's up close... you know then I'm gonna get him with the punch, you know?" he lectures you. "I get how both those things work, Greg," you scold him. "You don't need to explain them." "Punch, shoot. Punch, shoot," he mutters. "Have you um... ever performed acts of violence before, Greg?" you ask nervously. "No. Of course not. But if I'm gonna start, I should be prepared," he retorts. "Prepared violence is just called premeditation, but you do make it look pretty tight though," you admit. Within half a second, Greg has produced another gun and another pair of brass knuckles. "Punch! Punch bang shoot!" "Hit, bang. Punch, bang. Shoot shoot, punch," you reply enthusiastically. Greg nods before confirming, "Shoot hit bang." You insert the key and gently turn the knob. The two of you crouch and stealthily enter the building before closing the door behind you. You can't hear any sounds from inside the store. You nod to Greg and stand up, moving quickly to the front of the store. As you leave the staff area and enter the showroom, you spot a man at the checkout counter. You stop abruptly in your tracks and reach out to halt Greg. It's Jonathan. He's picking up the money early. Luckily, his back is currently to you and he didn't seem to hear you enter. You put a finger to your lips and crouch low again. You make your way through the circular racks of shirts and jackets that were restocked at the end of some college student's shift. You remember you bought a denim jacket from this place when you were in a vulnerable state after someone called you "hella lame" at your ten year high school reunion. The jacket was straight from the 1970s and was donated to Jonathan, but he still charged you $60 for it. You were hoping the jacket would make you feel cool and relaxed, but for some reason it just made you feel violent. Probably buyer's remorse or something. Is that what buyer's remorse is? A blind, violent rage? You killed a lot of ladybugs wearing that jacket. You're as close as the clothing racks will get you, about twenty feet away from Jonathan. Nothing to hide behind between you and him anymore. You leave the shadows of some remarkably damp trenchcoats and tiptoe your way toward Jonathan. When you're about five feet away, Jonathan turns around and yelps at the sight of you. You quickly put a finger to your lips. Jonathan looks inclined to ignore your request until he sees the gun in your left hand. "Yeeeeep," Greg says confidently as he strolls out into the open. "I'm definitely in shooting range, but you could probably go shoot or punch, partner." "Nobody's shooting anybody," you respond, catching Jonathan's eye. There's true confusion and terror in his eyes. How could this happen to such a poorly secured, cash-only business? "We just want the money." "Are there any more of you?" Jonathan trembles as sweat beads on his forehead. He hands you a manila envelope full of the week's cash. "Nope, it's just us." "Who are you t-..." Jonathan trails off as his eyes grow wide with recognition. You try to avert his gaze beneath the mask but Jonathan seems to know who he's seen. "Are you-" That's all Jonathan has time to blurt out before Greg catches him in the side of the head with a steel punch. Jonathan tumbles backwards and slams his head off the counter on the way down. He lies motionless on the floor, bleeding from a gnarly head gash. "What the hell?!" you shout. Greg peels off his ski mask and responds, "He made you! He knew who you were!"</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 02/28/20 1:24:43 AM #2:	"Hey! Cut it out!" you command, your voice betraying your authority by cracking. "The name is a little clever." "The name is awful. How is it clever?" Greg demands with the intimidating presence of a man who stands five foot nine. He's growing more confident. "In the most basic form of cleverous...ness," you grasp at nothing. "Which is?" he presses. "....Rhyming?" you guess. "Pfft," Greg tries to flip his hair, but with his crew cut it looks like his neck is spasming. "Rhyming is the dullard's paintbrush." He looks at you with a sly smile, then the body. "What's going on with you? We have the money. Let's just leave," you plead. "Also you don't have enough hair to do the flip thing." Greg joins you in moving back towards the exit. He whispers as you weave through racks of used pantyhose, "I have to admit something. This was my first violence. I think I have a taste for it. I quite enjoyed it." "Shocking," you say, thoroughly unsurprised. "I don't like what this has in store for my moral beliefs or how this will change me as a person, but for right now I'm gonna live in it. This is a unique moment," he smiles. "I like hurting people." "Oh my God, Greg you gotta stop with that shit," you beg. "Shit," he runs his hand across his head. "I left my ski mask in the front of the store." "Are you sure you didn't do that on purpose so you could do more violence to my old boss?" you ask, disappointed. "No, it was an accident," he denies as he heads back the other way. "But since I'm already going in that direction I..." he trails off. Greg's a loose cannon. You're not going to wait around for him to finish beating 12 Hour Thrift's woefully naive owner. You sprint to the backdoor and barrel through it. As you emerge into the alleyway, you trip over yourself and meet the pavement. "No way!" you hear a surprised voice call out. You turn to see a husky looking manboy. He's wearing jean shorts underneath a pastel colored windbreaker. His hat is backwards so that you'll know he's cool and he's wearing sunglasses at 8:30 PM for the same reason. His face looks as if it has never been under the threat of facial hair and never will be. He takes a swig out of his Big Gulp. Manboy basically looks a parody of a 1980s college movie villain. Then you take a look at yourself. Holding a gun in one hand, brass knuckles in the other, and a manila envelope full of cash under your arm. You're wearing a ski mask and have bloodstains on your jeans and shoes. What do you do? A) No witnesses. Take him out. B) Bribe him with some of the money to stay quiet. C) He's gotta get out of here before Greg comes back. Try to convince him to run. D) Ignore him entirely and sprint straight past him. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:934980337] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>"Hey! Cut it out!" you command, your voice betraying your authority by cracking. "The name is a little clever." "The name is awful. How is it clever?" Greg demands with the intimidating presence of a man who stands five foot nine. He's growing more confident. "In the most basic form of cleverous...ness," you grasp at nothing. "Which is?" he presses. "....Rhyming?" you guess. "Pfft," Greg tries to flip his hair, but with his crew cut it looks like his neck is spasming. "Rhyming is the dullard's paintbrush." He looks at you with a sly smile, then the body. "What's going on with you? We have the money. Let's just leave," you plead. "Also you don't have enough hair to do the flip thing." Greg joins you in moving back towards the exit. He whispers as you weave through racks of used pantyhose, "I have to admit something. This was my first violence. I think I have a taste for it. I quite enjoyed it." "Shocking," you say, thoroughly unsurprised. "I don't like what this has in store for my moral beliefs or how this will change me as a person, but for right now I'm gonna live in it. This is a unique moment," he smiles. "I like hurting people." "Oh my God, Greg you gotta stop with that shit," you beg. "Shit," he runs his hand across his head. "I left my ski mask in the front of the store." "Are you sure you didn't do that on purpose so you could do more violence to my old boss?" you ask, disappointed. "No, it was an accident," he denies as he heads back the other way. "But since I'm already going in that direction I..." he trails off. Greg's a loose cannon. You're not going to wait around for him to finish beating 12 Hour Thrift's woefully naive owner. You sprint to the backdoor and barrel through it. As you emerge into the alleyway, you trip over yourself and meet the pavement. "No way!" you hear a surprised voice call out. You turn to see a husky looking manboy. He's wearing jean shorts underneath a pastel colored windbreaker. His hat is backwards so that you'll know he's cool and he's wearing sunglasses at 8:30 PM for the same reason. His face looks as if it has never been under the threat of facial hair and never will be. He takes a swig out of his Big Gulp. Manboy basically looks a parody of a 1980s college movie villain. Then you take a look at yourself. Holding a gun in one hand, brass knuckles in the other, and a manila envelope full of cash under your arm. You're wearing a ski mask and have bloodstains on your jeans and shoes. What do you do? A) No witnesses. Take him out. B) Bribe him with some of the money to stay quiet. C) He's gotta get out of here before Greg comes back. Try to convince him to run. D) Ignore him entirely and sprint straight past him. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
DigitalCamera 02/28/20 1:25:18 AM #3:	A --- No stupid film for me. <cite>DigitalCamera posted [p:934980357] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>A </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
jimbiz 02/28/20 1:29:31 AM #4:	D --- Toronto Raptors' fan and Kofi Kingston's brother. SUE ME FOR ROOTING EVERYBODY BLACK <cite>jimbiz posted [p:934980467] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>D </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
teepan95 02/28/20 1:43:02 AM #5:	@Eevee-Trainer B --- Baby, I'm an engineer ;) I can calculate (within a reasonable margin of error) how this nut is gonna splash when it hits ya tiddies <cite>teepan95 posted [p:934980740] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>@Eevee-Trainer B</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
jimbiz 02/28/20 1:52:47 AM #6:	Change my vote to B to get the ball rolling --- Toronto Raptors' fan and Kofi Kingston's brother. SUE ME FOR ROOTING EVERYBODY BLACK <cite>jimbiz posted [p:934980921] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Change my vote to B to get the ball rolling </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Chaze_the_chat 02/28/20 7:48:26 AM #7:	B <cite>Chaze_the_chat posted [p:934986715] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>B </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Eevee-Trainer 02/28/20 8:43:45 AM #8:	@Kircheis @fire_bolt B --- My Social Server, Eevee's Mystery Dungeon: https://discord.gg/emd My PMD Rescue Server: https://discord.gg/E57gMQq <cite>Eevee-Trainer posted [p:934987873] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>@Kircheis @fire_bolt B </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 02/28/20 2:16:30 PM #9:	Bump, should update tonight. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:934999283] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Bump, should update tonight. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
ChrisTaka 02/28/20 2:19:00 PM #10:	A --- Currently Playing: Flame Crest: Triple Homes <cite>ChrisTaka posted [p:934999362] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>A </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
fire_bolt 02/28/20 2:44:03 PM #11:	B --- Please, call me Bolt <cite>fire_bolt posted [p:935000313] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>B</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
CrocodileCannon 02/28/20 2:46:13 PM #12:	a <cite>CrocodileCannon posted [p:935000387] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>a </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 02/29/20 2:24:00 AM #13:	Ive been writing for like two and a half hours and my laptop just crashed... Edit: Yeah its entirely gone. Im so sad. Its like 3AM so Im not gonna start from scratch again. Hopefully I can do it tomorrow. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:935024685] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Ive been writing for like two and a half hours and my laptop just crashed... Edit: Yeah its entirely gone. Im so sad. Its like 3AM so Im not gonna start from scratch again. Hopefully I can do it tomorrow. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Chaze_the_chat 02/29/20 11:44:57 PM #14:	I'm so sorry dude. I've started writing in Google Docs to prevent this shit from happening. <cite>Chaze_the_chat posted [p:935062770] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>I'm so sorry dude. I've started writing in Google Docs to prevent this shit from happening. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
nikko004 03/01/20 8:47:28 PM #15:	tag Chaze_the_chat posted... I'm so sorry dude. I've started writing in Google Docs to prevent this shit from happening. yeah i recommend this too lol, it also helps with being able to skim the story without choices whenever you get stuck --- How to open a door, Step one: https://imgur.com/EWKRS <cite>nikko004 posted [p:935097760] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>tag Chaze_the_chat posted... </cite> <quote>I'm so sorry dude. I've started writing in Google Docs to prevent this shit from happening.</quote>yeah i recommend this too lol, it also helps with being able to skim the story without choices whenever you get stuck </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
fire_bolt 03/01/20 9:23:11 PM #16:	Yeah,. I lost 6 hours of writing this week. Extremely frustrating. I'm probs gonna have to start writing in Docs as well --- Please, call me Bolt <cite>fire_bolt posted [p:935098988] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Yeah,. I lost 6 hours of writing this week. Extremely frustrating. I'm probs gonna have to start writing in Docs as well</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Chaze_the_chat 03/03/20 12:27:44 AM #17:	Bump <cite>Chaze_the_chat posted [p:935152275] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Bump </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Fossil 03/03/20 12:42:41 AM #18:	A <cite>Fossil posted [p:935152758] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>A </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 03/04/20 6:56:42 PM #19:	Yeah probably my gonna start using docs from now on. I can update tomorrow or Friday. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:935237353] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Yeah probably my gonna start using docs from now on. I can update tomorrow or Friday. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 03/06/20 7:53:29 PM #20:	Purge saving. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:935332454] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Purge saving. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
SwordMaster13X 03/06/20 8:03:54 PM #21:	B --- Ask me about my community board https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/boards/1072-the-underground-garden <cite>SwordMaster13X posted [p:935332869] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>B </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
teepan95 03/08/20 3:11:43 AM #22:	HotLap posted... Purge saving. --- Baby, I'm an engineer ;) I can calculate (within a reasonable margin of error) how this nut is gonna splash when it hits ya tiddies <cite>teepan95 posted [p:935384423] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>HotLap posted...</cite> <quote>Purge saving. </quote></quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
DrizztLink 03/08/20 3:18:58 AM #23:	Wooo --- http://guidesmedia.ign.com/guides/9846/images/slowpoke.gif https://imgur.com/6ezFwG1 <cite>DrizztLink posted [p:935384550] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Wooo </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
teepan95 03/09/20 3:37:17 PM #24:	teepan95 posted... HotLap posted... Purge saving. --- Baby, I'm an engineer ;) I can calculate (within a reasonable margin of error) how this nut is gonna splash when it hits ya tiddies <cite>teepan95 posted [p:935445415] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>teepan95 posted...</cite> <quote>HotLap posted...</cite> <quote> Purge saving. </quote></quote></quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 03/10/20 9:18:51 PM #25:	Cant update tonight, just purging the save. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:935506563] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Cant update tonight, just purging the save. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Chaze_the_chat 03/11/20 9:19:15 AM #26:	Mine died last night whoops. Bumping this. <cite>Chaze_the_chat posted [p:935524040] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Mine died last night whoops. Bumping this. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 03/12/20 11:01:31 PM #27:	Chaze_the_chat posted... Mine died last night whoops. Bumping this. Literally my procrastination excuse was Chaze hasnt updated his yet either, I still have time. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:935605565] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>Chaze_the_chat posted... </cite> <quote>Mine died last night whoops. Bumping this.</quote> Literally my procrastination excuse was Chaze hasnt updated his yet either, I still have time. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
HotLap 03/14/20 4:21:04 PM #28:	I have next week off so Ill finally update this. Stay safe everybody. --- You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave. <cite>HotLap posted [p:935674089] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>I have next week off so Ill finally update this. Stay safe everybody. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
Chaze_the_chat 03/14/20 7:10:35 PM #29:	HotLap posted... Literally my procrastination excuse was Chaze hasnt updated his yet either, I still have time. LMAO. When I have time I'll remake my thread and include the update. <cite>Chaze_the_chat posted [p:935680381] in CYOA: You'... [t:78436994]...</cite> <quote>HotLap posted... </cite> <quote>Literally my procrastination excuse was Chaze hasnt updated his yet either, I still have time.</quote>LMAO. When I have time I'll remake my thread and include the update. </quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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Current Events > CYOA: You've just robbed a thrift store and have stumbled into a witness.