Poll of the Day > You sit down at your computer desk and log onto PotD for another day of posting

(+) Yeah! (+)

"Today we discuss the most useful things to take into the woods."
You notice that someone has already made a reply, which is unusual since no one ever posts on this board. It says:
"Weapons of any kind. Except guns. They make too much noise and can easily hit someone you didn't want to hit. That's how accidents happen."

What do you do next?

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My package.

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You your package.

You carefully put the package in your backpack, and head to the door. You have a great deal of packages to deliver today, so you had best get started!
You exit your room, and head downstairs.

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Into the forest, a bamboo stick works best for clearing small brush that inhibits you is possibly poison ivy or has ticks in it.

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You post "Into the forest, a bamboo stick works best for clearing small brush that inhibits you is possibly poison ivy or has ticks in it." on your phone while heading out.

You finish your post, and exit the house. You hop in your car and begin to pull out of the driveway.

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I dont even remember my potd password, its been so long since ive had to actually log in

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You dont even remember your potd password, its been so long since youve had to actually log in.

You arrive at the gamefaqs.com/boards/3-poll-of-the-day website and try to enter your username and password. You click the "submit" button, but you are informed that your information is incorrect. You back out of the driveway and head off to the first stop on your list. You get there in record time, honk your horn a few times and begin to call it in when you notice something... odd.

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You try to post "I would take a multi-tool", but you aren't logged in.

You notice that you are in your driveway, and that you were just dreaming. You decide to head back to the website and finish your post.

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You open up your topic to read other users' posts.

You open up your topic, and are hit with dozens of replies. It seems everyone and their mother is chiming in about this issue. You notice one post in particular that has received a great deal of support.
You click on it to read it more clearly.
It says "Bamboo sticks are the best option. You can make a spear to catch food with, or a bow for hunting. There's no limit to what you can do with them."

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*unzips pants*

You unzip your pants.

You pull out your flaccid penis, and begin to urinate onto the soil. After a few seconds, you zip up your pants and walk away from the area to avoid another citation.

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I would bring a machete

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Huh, it took me like thirteen posts to realize that this is a CYOA topic.
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You bring a machete.

You grab your machete from your truck before leaving. You know from experience that it is useful for many things in the forest.

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I obviously take my katana off the wall-rack, and slip into my badass black trenchcoat and mirrorshades.
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OniRonin posted...

You grab your machete from your truck before leaving. You know from experience that it is useful for many things in the forest.

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I put it back in the truck and start driving towards the forest

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You realize that this topic is a CYOA.

You are not actually going into the woods. You are simply laying in your bed, reading a book.

You obviously take your katana off the wall-rack, and slip into your badass black trenchcoat and mirrorshades.

You put on your katana and get into your badass black trenchcoat and mirrorshades. It's time to get your delivery done for today!

You put your machete back in the truck and start driving towards the forest.

You put the machete back in the truck and start driving towards the forest. You have no idea why you put it back there, but that's what you did.
As you approach the forest, you notice that you seem to have a little hitchhiker in the backseat. It appears to be a small girl, with cat ears and a tail.

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noise and can easily hit someone you didn't want to hit.

Thats not a bug. Its a feature.

> You say "It's not a big that guns are loud and can hit someone you don't want to hit. It's a feature."
The girl begins to tear up, and soon she is sobbing. She leaps out of the window, never to be seen again. You don't understand why she is crying, guns have never bothered you.
You continue into the woods, and find yourself face to face with a large man. He appears to be angry.
"Greetings," he says, "I am Ken. I have come here to beat you with a club, because this is what I want to do most in the world."

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OniRonin posted...

What do you do next?

Post a gif

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I use my psionic powers to take control of OniRonin from afar and cause him to post that I am about to have a huge orgy with a bunch of very hot Irish women wearing cat ears and nothing else.

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> You post a gif on PotD.
As you make the post, Ken is still waiting patiently for you to reply.
Ken gets bored of waiting and leaves.
> You use your psionic powers to take control of OniRonin from afar and cause her to post that you are about to have a huge orgy with a bunch of very hot Irish women wearing cat ears and nothing else.
You enter the orgy. There are beautiful naked women in every direction you look. They begin to touch you and caress you and fondle you. One whispers into your ear, "This is a dream come true."
Soon you find yourself engaged in intimate activities. You have a difficult time concentrating on what to do next. You don't know whether to focus on one woman or to just give into the passion and make love to everyone.

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> You check PotD for any interesting new topics.
You realize you are experiencing the topics on the potd forum. They seem to be quite interesting.
"I'm going to be a dad!"
"Tired of cat ears?"
"Aliens in Ireland!"

Do you want to read one?


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>Opens topic titled Tired of cat ears?

> You open the topic titled "Tired of cat ears?"
You open the topic. You find an ongoing debate on whether cat ears are cute or not. You quickly find out that most people agree that cat ears are indeed cute.

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>posts hotgirlwearingcatears.jpg

> You post hotgirlwearingcatears.jpg.
Done. You immediately feel an extreme sense of fulfillment. You refresh the topic to see if anyone has replied to your image, and a new reply comes up.
"Who is this kid?" it says.
"He seems to have wandered into our topic," replies someone else.

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>posts Hi. Im ChronxDaHemphog. Nice to meet you.

> You post "Hi. I'm ChronxDaHemphog. Nice to meet you."
You wait for a reply.
No one replies. You feel lonely.
Suddenly, the topic is deleted. You're not sure why.
Several new topics are posted in its place.

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>opens one of the new topics in eager anticipation

> You open one of the new topics in eager anticipation.
Done.
The topic reads, "A new way to browse our forums."
You are about to open it when you realize that the hyperlink points to !!!invalid address!!!
You try clicking on the topic and see the following in your web browser:
Uncaught ReferenceError: Topic is not defined
at new MessageBoard.topic (/path/to/MessageBoard.js:32:33)
at MessageBoard.topic (/path/to/MessageBoard.js:27:26)
at MessageBoard.topic (/path/to/MessageBoard.js:22:80)
at HTMLDivElement. (/path/to/MessageBoard.js:21:162)
at HTMLDivElement. (https://new-forums.animesuki.com/post?topicID=3683723%5C%22:6)
at setTimeout (https://new-forums.animesuki.com/v3.6/?RxZJjajYXkZV6)
at tryCatcher (/path/to/ErrorUtils.js:9:15)
You quickly realize that the topic is gone. What could have happened?
What could have happened?
Why is this happening to you?
You feel sad and alone. You wonder if you should leave the internet browser and return to the real world, or try to figure out what's happening to all the topics.

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>puts on pair of fingerless leather gloves and begins to try and figure out what is happening to all the topics

> You put on pair of fingerless leather gloves and begins to try and figure out what is happening to all the topics.

You try to refresh the page, and thankfully, it seems to work. You look at the new topics. One catches your eye...
"Tiny four-dimensional creatures from another dimension are discussed on this page," it reads.
You click the topic and see a picture of tiny creatures.
"Please make sure to practice safe browsing practices so that the creatures don't become aware of this topic: !!!Declaw the C.E. Man Spammer before entering!!!."

It's at that moment you notice something is off about your fingers. They're covered in scales and they seem to be shrinking!

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Guns aren't the problem, as long as the people holding them are responsible.

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> You say "Guns aren't the problem, as long as the people holding them are responsible," to no one in particular. Sometimes you just like to talk to yourself about guns alone in your room while your fingers are shrinking.
"I've got a gun," you say aloud to yourself.
You pull out your gun and look at it, remembering all the good times you've had with it.

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>stares at hands and wonders if this is the acid finally kicking in

You stare at hands and wonders if this is the acid finally kicking in.

You look at your hands and realize something is off. Your pinky and ring finger are gone!
You panic. You try to call 911 but end up calling %i% instead. The devil picks up. "Hello, this is Devil," he says. You put your phone back down, leaving it to ring. You're too scared to touch anything else.
You look at your hands again and see that your gloves are no longer covering your entire hand. In fact, it looks like you've grown tiny claws at the end of each finger. You notice that claws are even growing out of where the tips of your pinky and ring finger would be.
Your heart races as you realize you've become a monster. You scream and run to your bedroom, hiding under the bed.
You notice that there is a door underneath your bed. It's closed. You think you could just barely squeeze through the doorway.
You wonder if you should open the door.

You have five opportunities to escape before your fingers disappear completely.

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>opens door

You try to open the door.

You put your hands up to the door and open it.
There's a staircase. It seems to lead down into an underground tunnel.
"Is this a sewer?" you wonder out loud. You walk down the stairs and begin walking through the tunnel.
You come across a fork in the tunnel. It's an awkward placement for a fork, and you wonder if it was put there on purpose. It's hard to tell, but you think the tunnel on the right is dirt and the tunnel on the left is cement.

You have four opportunities to escape before your fingers disappear completely.

NOTE: YOU HAVE TO GO DOWN ONE TUNNEL.

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You wait for something to happen.

Nothing happens.
You try to use the keyboard, but it's unresponsive. This story won't let you do anything.
"No! I can't escape! Make the keyboard work!" you scream.
You have three opportunities to escape before your fingers disappear completely.
NOTE: YOU HAVE TO GO DOWN ONE TUNNEL.
NOTE: THERE ARE NO OTHER OPPORTUNITIES TO ESCAPE.

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