Board 8 > Choose your CYOA.

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Disclaimer: I did not write these. I am simply lifting them from an online place. To start, one vote will further the story

You are:

A: A Hollywood director in the 1950's. (Sexual abuse not included)
B: CEO of a corporation to sell superpowers to the highest bidder.
C: A reporter waging a ratings war in the year 2061.
D: A student at a school which grooms villains.
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b
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TheCatWhoSwims posted...

(Sexual abuse not included)

pffff i'm out
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D
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d
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too late bitches
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Majority wins! This is a previously undisclosed rule that I made up on the spot. Sorry Steiner, but not really, your tears are delicious. hiya buddy how've you been sogoodtocu omg

The walls rise before you, vast and wrong.

If architecture could hate, these walls hate. They are a frozen snarl, stone (at least you think it's stone) forced into a cage. They do not stand quite at right angles to the ground. No, those angles are wrong; they belong to an unholy geometry. They are waiting for you.

Above the walls arches a dome, cloudy and turbulent as if storm clouds roiled over its surface. Pallid, vicious lights flicker and stab across it from time to timealmost like lightning, if lightning were regular as a heartbeat. A very powerful force field perhaps. Or some unfathomable weather system, brooding over the walls and all that lies within.

Outside the walls, there is nothing. Just bleak, desolate, grayish rocks as far as you can see in all directions. And insideyou can catch only fragmentary glimpses. The silhouette of what might be a turret. The gleam of a needle-pointed spire. Red lights, fixed and unmoving.

You take a deep breath and walk toward the gates.

This is the Grand Academy for Future Villains.

It's your first day of school.

The gravel crunches beneath your feet as you approach the gates. The straps of your pack dig into your shouldersdid you really need to bring quite so much with you? And are those butterflies in your stomach?

A) Nervous? Me? Ha! I'm excited to finally show everyone my true talents and become the villain I was born to be.

B)I don't get nervous. I'm shivering with delicious anticipation.

C)I'm not nervous. I'm impatient to embark on my path to universal domination.

D)Why should I be nervous? I've worked hard for this.

E)Sure. I'm nervous. Why shouldn't I admit it? I've never been much of a conformist, and I'm always honest with myself.

Majority wins after whenever I get back to it or if we get five.
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e
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You've always taken your own path.

A fissure leaps across the face of the walls, tracing the outlines of enormous gates in glowing red. There is a rending, grinding noise, and with a low-frequency tremor shuddering down through levels of infrasound, the gates pull apart.

As the gates open, the tremor rises to a loud, dissonant chord. Violins shriek. You hear the chanting of deep voices uttering resonant, ominous syllables.

As you step through the gates, you see why: the school orchestra and choir are sitting on bleachers directly on the other side. One of the saxophone players looks up and winks at you.

Have you done it? Crossed the line that cannot be uncrossed? Taken your first step down the Dark Path?

That was it?

Then you see the line.

The massive outer walls enclose an inner courtyard, through which a line of students winds, snakes, and doubles back on itself. You can't even see where it's heading. You're not even sure if the line is moving.

School staff, identified by their lime-green sashes emblazoned with the school motto MVA HA HA HA in blocky letters, move up and down the line, herding the aspiring villains and stringing additional ropes. The gate-opening chords sound again and again and more students join the line. Wait, are those ropes actually intestines? It sure looks like it. Where would school security even find that many feet of

A toad the size of a small cow, wearing the official sash, squelches up to you. "That way," it gurgles, indicating what might be the end of the line.

Standing in line like a cook at a grocery counter was not how you pictured making your grand entrance into the school of your dreams.

A)Eh. I'll get in line anyway.

B)I have no time for this. I'll just shove my way to the front.

C)I come from a very wealthy family and my pockets are heavy with parental funds. I'll bribe my way to the front.

D)People tend to like me, if I want them to. I'll charm my way to the front.

E)My mother's name carries a good deal of weight here. I'll intimidate my way to the front.
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D
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D
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D
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E
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You compliment the toad on its eyes. You thank it for its help. You tell it how excited you are to be at the school, but while you are winding it up for the "can you escort me to the checkpoint?" a shout and a fountain of blood somewhere across the courtyard distract it. It actually hops away while you are still speaking.

The nerve of the thing! Fuming, you join the labyrinthine line.

As the line inches through the courtyard, you get a good look at your fellow first-years. Beautiful, ugly, and nondescript, mostly human, some definitely not, a few you can't figure out. Some of them have too many teeth. There are a few glowing red eyes and cloaks in every shade of black. Some of them are clearly villainous, but most of them look like you: young and ready to learn.

The line grows behind you, until at last you come into sight of the checkpoint: a row of harried-looking upper-class students who have set up screening stations beside a series of twisted iron arches. Beyond the arches is only darkness, and from somewhere, faint and blood-chilling, you can hear the sound of screaming.

Over the arches is an inscription carved into a block of stone that has been carefully mounted into the wall. It does not match the other stones and looks very old. When you first caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of your eye, you didn't even recognize the letters, but now you look directly at it, you find that you can read the ancient inscription:

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE

In smaller text beneath it, a newer sign reads:

Additional prohibited items and concepts include purity, altruism, gentleness, moderation, doubt, fairness, magical artifacts, doomsday devices, and over 3 oz of true love. Antimatter must be carried in a transparent container. For a complete list of prohibited items, visit our website. Prohibitions and penalties are subject to change without notice.
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"But I passed the admissions test!" a student is protesting behind you. Struggling with the folds of his oversize black cloak, he is perhaps the most ordinary-looking boy you have ever seen: average height, a forgettable face, eyes that you can't possibly imagine blazing with deadly purpose.

The official he is addressing looks like a kind, grandmotherly, slightly frumpy woman. You find yourself wondering what kind of a villain she is.

"Well then, I'm sure you'll have nothing to worry about, sweetheart," she assures him. The boy bristles at the endearment. "We are surrounded by enemies, after all. This is for our own protection."

"But" The cloak-encumbered wave of his hand vaguely indicates the distant screams.

"Oh, that's just those who've been selected for additional screening."

"Whatwhat does additional screening involve?"

"Being forced through a fine mesh, of course. Don't worry, the fourth-year Resurrections class is very good this year and you won't miss more than a few days of classes." The line moves forward again. You are nearly at the front.

"But this wasn't in the rules!" The boy behind you is clearly reaching for "clipped and commanding" in his tone, but you can hear the note of panic in his voice.

"Rules, dearie?" The grandmotherly woman smiles, and that's either blood or very carelessly applied lipstick on her teeth. "Bless your heart, rules are for heroes and commoners and good little children. We've transcended rules."

A light flashes at an open screening station. It's your turn.

"Shoes off, masks off, place all weapons in the bin," drones the toad, hopping back and forth along the front of the checkpoint. "Shoes off, masks off, place all weapons in the bin." Glancing up and down the line of screening stations, you see your fellow students reluctantly fishing an astonishing variety of weapons out of their clothing.

The two students running your screening station look at you as you approach the archway. One of them looks like she's in the supervillain training programin patterned blue spandex with a grotesquely bulging ring around her head and nothing readily recognizable as a mouth. Her nametag identifies her as "Rathna the Soul-Flenser." She glares in your direction with dull, steely eyes.

The other is the most perfect young man you have ever seen, with the build (and wearing the elegant white drapery) of a classical statue. He is checking his phone and glances up to give you a bored, friendly, brilliant smile. His nametag identifies him as "Phil."

"If you have any prohibited items or concepts," the toad goes on, "now is the time to surrender them."


Do you have any prohibited items or concepts?

A) I never go anywhere without a full arsenal of portable weaponry. Give me a minute here.

B) Despite my best efforts, there are still some traces of purity in my soul. I'll be glad to be rid of them.

C) I don't know if it counts as over 3 oz of true love, but there was someone special back home

D) Yes. Yes I do. But I have no intention of surrendering it. It may be useful to me later.
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Name and Nature

Evil: 30%

Competence: 27%

Hedonism: 30%

Style: 30%

Chaos: 44%

Leader: 30% Follower: 70%

Social Capital: 30%

School Standing: 30%

Family Connections: 75%

Personal Drive: 30%

Something More Than Human: 0%

You have undertaken no mysterious transformations. You have no more legs than most people, no tentacles, no fangs, and invisibility would require a good deal of technical assistance.
Goods and Services
Grades (In Progress): 30%

Financial Aid: 75
Debt: 0
Friends and Foes

Reference Materials


(you can request to do any of these below at any time -- it is free and doesnt take up time in-game)

View the Course Catalog.
Browse the Faculty Index.
Read up on Student Life.
Check Your Class Schedule
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C
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You expect scoffing, but neither of the screeners seems particularly interested in your admission that you might be carrying true love around with you. When you admit to it, Rathna the Soul-Flenser takes your head between her cold hands and mutters something in her throat. You can actually feel the memories fading. You feelfree. With a lazy wave of one elegant hand, Phil ushers you toward the archway and the darkness beyond. But as soon as you set foot on the strip of carpet running through the arch, an alarm goes off.

You freeze. How could this be? You've already given them what they want!

"Oh! You have been selected for additional screening," says Phil, looking up from his phone again with a friendly, confiding air. "Don't worry, it's not a problem, it just does that sometimes. So which of us do you want to screen you?" He waves one semi-distracted hand between himself and his terrifying fellow screener.

A) Phil.

B) Rathna the Soul-Flenser.

C) I'll use my family connections to avoid additional screening.

D) I'll use my funds to avoid additional screening.
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B
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Wait, really? Are you sure?

A) Sure. She looks frightening, but I bet I can outwit her.

B) Of course I am. She looks frightening, but I bet I can outfight her.

C) Yes. She looks frightening, but I bet I can outrun her.

D) Yes. I want to prove how much I trust the Grand Academy, even if it means being reanimated as a lab project.

E) On second thought
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D
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a
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d
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