Current Events > CYOA: You are Merlin the Muscle Wizard (v2)

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BC) Dispel the curse, and if that doesnt work bring the chair with you

You squeeze your glutes together, attempting to funnel Chi to that area.

Oh gods, what the hell are you doing?! yells the chair.

With a strained face, you ask, Are you still a chair?

No shit, warlock! Seriously, are you some kind of looney?!

You relax yourself and slump down the chair again. My apologies. Your curse seems to be beyond mana.

The chair rattles a bit, then stops in silence.

Suddenly, the sound of an explosion echoes through the hallway. And then another, but much louder.

Attention students, rings out a magical voice, An unauthorized duel has broken out from Professor Gundledorfs class. Please evacuate the premises for your safety.

As soon as the announcement finished, a stampede of students start running down the hallway.

You get up, pat yourself off, then grab the chair and start running back to the Fire building, going against the crowd. Luckily, your large stature makes this easy.

Hey pal, you really are a looney! Didnt you hear the Wizard intercom?! says the chair.

Yes, I am aware. Say, would you happen to know the quickest way to this Gundledorf fellow?

Oh, well, uh, hes downstairs and--

You nod and jump out the window, then funnel Chi to your legs to cushion this 2 storey landing.

Another explosion sounds out. This time, you see it in plain sight, coming from a hole blown out in the hallway where you first encountered Terry.

From the explosion, you see a body fly out--along with a charred loaf of bread.

The smoke clears out, revealing a tall, lanky man in black tattered robes. On one hand mounted to his shoulder is a peculiar metallic Wizard staff. It looks cylindric and large, like a big pipe.

And on his other arm, is the squirming body of Firebong being held at the neck.

Bwahaha! Dont you see, Gundilf? My Blackpowder magic is far superior to anything you could have come up with! he yells, pulling the trigger on his staff.

A large fish-shaped projectile launches out of the open end of the tube-like staff, exhausting with fire behind it as it flies forward erratically.

In the middle of the open field where Gundilf landed, he quickly gets up and rolls out of the way, barely dodging the missile. He then turns around and flourishes his staff, shooting a 12-gauge round at the projectile, causing it to explode just like the other explosions you witnessed.

You run up to him. Gundilf! Are you alright?

He wipes his smoky face and smiles at you. Never better, brother.

The lanky man steps out of the hole, approaching the two of you from a distance. I see youve made some friends. Itd be rude not to introduce ourselves. He relaxes the staff on his shoulder. I am Professor Gundledorf. The true inventor of Blackpowder magic. And this-- he points the staff at you, --is my Rocket-Propelled Wizard Staff!

You crack your knuckles. I am Merlin. And this-- you hold the cursed student up, --is a chair I found.

Gundilf cocks his staff. Gundledorf, brother, why are you doing this? Are you really putting the lives of these young people at stake, just to prove your worth?

He shrugs and holds unto Firebong tighter, whos starting to tear up. Well, I wasnt going to do this...yet. But your presence here has forced my hand. You see, Brother, I cant have you as a competitor when I start producing and selling these Blackpowder inventions.

He puts his hands on the trigger of his staff. When I become rich, Ill finally be able to get out of this hellhole of a job! Do you know how humiliating it is to be a genius that has to babysit a bunch of children!? Especially THIS little shit right here! he yells, pointing the staff against Firebongs head, which makes him cry even more.

Gundilf glares at him. Youll create a dark time in history, brother. Blackpowder magic is meant for personal defense. If you sell something as destructive as that, youll change how wars are fought forever.

He points the staff back at you two. Thats hardly my problem.

A) Cast Fist
B) Cast Steel Chair


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B...and then A.

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Kircheis posted...

B...and then A.

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BA) Cast Steel Chair + Fist

You take a step forward--

Gundledorf holds unto Firebong tighter. I wouldnt come any closer, if I were you. He looks up. That goes for all of you!

You look around and notice that some older-looking Wizards were spectating through the open windows of the building, attempting to cast a spell at him. But looks like they stopped.

Gundilf glances at you. You glance back and nod subtly.

Well, it would seem my hands are tied, you say as you bring the chair to your side. I apologize in advance, my cursed friend.

The chair rattles a bit, as if to say What the fuck are you talking about?

Gundledorf shakes Firebong around. I said not another step!

I was simply going to take a seat, you say with your hands up.

In the next instant, you kick the chair forward with a small prod of your leg...full of Chi.

The chair launches out like a bullet, slamming right into Gundledorfs knees before he could even react. He stumbles backwards, flinging Firebong into the air.

Fortunately, he lands in the second floor of the building, where one of the teachers quickly catches him.

Gundilf leap-frogs off of you and shoots backwards, using the recoil to propel him forward. Once above the dazed Gundledorf, he shoots upwards to crash his elbow down right into the madmans groin.

Gundledorf yelps in pain, flinging the Wizard staff out of his hands towards you.

You catch it as you walk towards him, snapping it in two like a twig and tossing it away. Your version of Blackpowder magic is certainly quite the invention. You stand right in front of him and grab the chair. Allow me to show you my own new spell.

Gundilf backs out of the way.

You raise the chair up high. I cast...Steel Chair! you yell, slamming the chair right into his legs. The sound of bones breaking echoes out.

Gundledorf lets out a shiver-inducing scream, followed by a coughing fit of blood.

The school bell rings, which signifies the end of class.

You set the chair aside and start to walk away.

He coughs a bit more. You are...smart not to kill me. Lord Titan would not have...been happy.

Gundilf cocks his staff and points it at the half-dead man. Brother...youre working with the Mad God?!

Gundledorf lets out a pained laugh. Hes the buyer interested...in Blackpowder. He coughs again. Stop calling me brother. Ive never...liked you anyway.

You walk up to him once more with clenched fists. Where is he.

The wind blows ominously.

He chuckles. Closer than...you think. But you wont know til...its too late--

A strong breeze buffets your hats off.

FIST. you exclaim, sending down a punch with the heft of a sledgehammer.

His face caves in, with the ground below cracking outward a few yards.

You shake off the blood on your knuckles and put your hats back on.

Around you, a bunch of magic circles light up along the windows of the building.

One teacher leans out the window. You there. Youre clearly not a student here. We got word of two hooligans that kidnapped the Grand Wizard of Lightning, and you two fit the bill!

A certain student with a golden badge tugs the robes of the teacher. Yo dude, uh, is Professor Gundledorfs class cancelled now? She says, glancing at you with a wink.

The teacher shakes her off. What are you doing here! You should have evacuated the building by now!

Bruh, I was takin a nap. Do we got class or naw?

The teacher pauses to think it over.

A) Negotiate: Offer to teach Gundledorfs class along with Gundilf
B) Take this chance to escape

(Extra choices are encouraged here)

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A, this school's curriculum has room for improvement!
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A. But in particular teach your brand of magic, not this school-sanctioned fancy-schmancy BS -- the cool stuff, like it should be taught.

Gotta mold young minds somehow.

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A. This is our opportunity to mess with Titan's "education" system.

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A sounds fun

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A. But in particular teach your brand of magic, not this school-sanctioned fancy-schmancy BS -- the cool stuff, like it should be taught.

Gotta mold young minds somehow.

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A) Offer to teach the class

You adjust your hats. Ahem. If I may, I can hold a special class in his place. Its the least I could do to make up for killing him.

The teacher looks at you, dumbfounded. Do you have ANY idea how crazy you sound right now?

Im chill with it, says the student. I mean, if he beat Professor Gundledorf, that means hes better, right?

Well, yes, but

Listen lads, Gundilf says stepping forward, Case ya didnt notice, we just saved yer asses! I lost some bread doin that! So ya gonna be sensible or not?!

The teacher massages his temples. But...thats--

Ill allow it, booms the voice of a large man, one big enough to rival your stature. He emerges behind the lightning student and the teacher, donning crimson-red robes. After all, they just saved my son.

The teacher shuffles around and bows. K...King Crimsonson! The Grand Wizard of Fire! Are you sure about letting them do this?

He strokes his magnificent red beard. If anything happens, Ill take responsibility as one of the directors of this school.

You stare him down, taking note of how he carries himself; the complete opposite of Goldius scrawny posture, yet the exact same prideful royalty. Glad we could come to an agreement. However

You take off one of your hats, namely the school-issued one which has been annoying you the entire time. This will be a special class. Summon ALL your students AND all your faculty out here.

What!? the teacher yells. Youre asking for too much! Every students schedules are in disarray as-is thanks to this incident!--

Very well, says King Crimsonson. If anything, now is the perfect time for this, while all the students are out of their classes. He crosses his arms and stares you down. But if you try anything funny to our students he exhales, shooting out some flames from his nostrils, Ill show you how hell feels like.

You stare back. No harm will befall the students, you have my word. And... You then subtly smile. Last time I felt hell, it tickled.



A large crowd of students gather out in the vast open field, all with various colors of badges. Amongst them you hear complaints and confusion.

In the back and the sides are the teachers, equally confused but with a hint of caution towards you.

And in the far back, King Crimsonson observes you carefully.

Gundilf sits atop the former Professors lifeless body, shining his staff.

You clear your throat. Good day, everyone. Im here today to teach you all about

A) The right way to cast magic
B) Chi
C) FIST


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B+C

Time for some (more) shenanigans!
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Alakazamtrainer posted...

ABC

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ABC of course!
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Just A

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Alakazamtrainer posted...

ABC

Easy as 1-2-3

One leading to another.

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ABC) Teach Everything

You clear your throat again. Im here to teach you all about, uh, magic.

Who the fuck is this dude? says a random student in the back.

Hey mister, why do you look so old? asks another random student.

You cross your arms. I--

Why does your beard look like a broom? asks another.

Gundilf chuckles. Not too good at this, aintcha brother?

You huff. No. Im-- an idea hatched in your mind. ...Im not! Youre right, Gundilf! But I do know who would be good at this.
You look to each side, as well as in the back. In particular, you look at all the teachers. Change of plans. Im here to let the OTHERS teach you about magic.

You widen your stance, ready for combat. But to do that, theyll need some training. I formally challenge all you teachers to a Wizard Battle.

The entire student body gets into an uproar, filled with gasps and chatter.

All the teachers look back towards King Crimsonson.

He nods. Everyone! Stand back for your own safety. He steps forward and adjusts his red cape, then looks at you smugly. Im curious. What could you possibly teach to some of the most elite Wizards of this country?

You pull forward your steel friend. First, you probably should pay attention to your students when they get turned into chairs. You negligent fools.

The chair rattles. Okay, I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Kinda blacked out for the past hour. We throwin a party, pal?

A section of the Fire students whistle.

The King adjusts his collar with his eyes to the side. That is...a fair assessment. He goes back to glaring at you. Still, Wizard Battles are very serious. I hope you are not joking right now.

You set the chair aside by Gundilf. I can assure you, you stretch your neck, That it will be a good joke.



The entire student body stands in a large circle in this grassy field, with ample space in the middle where you and the teachers stand. Gundilf continues to sit in the back atop his dead friend, along with a few of the other teachers who wish not to fight.

You stand stoically, with a slight breeze blowing against your beard. Come at me anyway youd like. I am flexible with my lessons.

The King, standing behind a formation of teachers, nods. Very well. Everyone, pretend this is a disaster-level threat and coordinate accordingly.

Yes, sir! all the teachers say in unison, almost like a military platoon.

Crimsonson takes off his cape and holds it above the ground. He then lets it go.

You cross your arms, waiting. During this small moment, you assess your enemies.

Four of them stand in front like a wall, each with different colored robes corresponding to their element. At a glance, you can tell theyre not actually that tightly knit, even if they seem coordinated.

The blue one looks really bored. The yellow and green one glance at each other with some irritability. The silver one looks nervous.

They hold their hands out front.

The cape hits the ground.

Magic circles immediately form on their hands, with their mouths running off at a staggering speed.

You appear before the front-most one in the blink of an eye. First lesson-- you shove his yellow-sleeved arms away from each other to disrupt the spell, Enough with these silly circles!

You then sweep his leg to trip him, making him fall.

The other two to your sides complete their spells and throw out a sphere of wind from your left, and a large stalagmite from your right.

You dash to the left, punching through the wind sphere with your Chi. You then slide between the Wind Wizards legs, holding him from behind upon getting up.

The stalagmite fast approaches the two of you. Your hostage struggles against your grip.

You cover his face with your large hand, blocking his vision. Second lesson. Do you see any strings?

He lets out a muffled scream.

Pardon me, but youll be impaled if you dont cooperate. Now, focus on the strings.

His breathing slows down. Seems like hes getting calmer. Or rather, he seems fascinated by what hes seeing. He then goes back to panicking once he sees a large spiral of strings headed straight for him.

You grin. Good! Now the rest is up to your instincts!

The stalagmite flies just a foot away from you two.

Suddenly, the Wind Wizard breaks free, sending out a huge shockwave of wind all around him that blows you back a bit, staggers all the other teachers a lot, and destroys the rock in front.

The other teachers gasp in awe.

King Crimsonson squints in confusion, withstanding the huge gust just fine. Without a magic circle? But how?

The Wind Wizard looks at his hands, still taken aback by what he had just done.

You chop his neck lightly, but with a hand of Chi. Consider this your graduation.

He falls down, unconscious.

Just then, a thin bubble shield forms around all the teachers. You look behind and see the blue-robed Wizard finishing a spell.

You smirk, then appear behind her. Before she could react, you restrain her and cover her eyes just like with the Wind fellow.

Water for support-magic. What a waste. You lean closer to her ear. Pardon me, but are you perhaps treated as nothing but a protector?

She sweats a bit, then nods.

Isnt it tiring? What if I told you that Water is one of the strongest elements? Able to wipe out entire cities and claim thousands of ships!

She nods again eagerly, as if saying, Go on.

Those bubbles you just cast, surely you can see them as strings swimming around your colleagues? You grin. Channel your frustrations through these strings!

Suddenly, the bubbles fill up with roaring water. The 2 conscious Wizards start to drown while they flail wildly inside the bubble.

The unconscious Wind Wizard floats to the top of the bubble, much like a dead fish would.

And yet, King Crimsonson stays grounded, simply holding his breath and glaring at you.

She laughs maniacally.

You chop her neck like you did before. Alright, you had your fun, you say before watching her fall to the ground passed out.

The bubbles pop. The other 2 teachers fall back down, wet and also unconscious from nearly drowning.

The King takes a deep breath, then flexes his muscular arms. His sleeves burst open, revealing markings that start to form along his arms. Once the last mark appears on his wrist, fire engulfs his body, immediately evaporating any wetness he had.

You slowly walk towards him. Youre the first Wizard Ive met that isnt a twig.

He slowly approaches you as well. But of course. Sound magic lies in a sound body.

Your intense gaze at each other remained unwavering throughout this exchange.

He exhales, letting out fire through his nose. And yet, I dont see ANY magic around you. What is this trickery youre using?

You stand before him about a foot apart. Your eyes gaze down, but not by much, to meet his. Magic, you say nonchalantly.

He squints.

A) Get the first move. Cast Fist now
B) Taunt him and see what hes made of

NOTE: "Teaching" the other two lessons will definitely happen regardless of the choice.

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Good stuff TC, worth the wait!

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B. I just read the whole paste bin this is an interesting story.

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B. I just read the whole paste bin this is an interesting story.

oh sweet, thanks for joining! i was worried that no new readers would come in due to the previous part being stuck in a big pastebin

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nikko004 posted...

oh sweet, thanks for joining! i was worried that no new readers would come in due to the previous part being stuck in a big pastebin

Title got me wondering, and then I read a bit and got hooked.

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B) Let him go first

Confident, arent you, The King says as he cracks his knuckles. I hear youre the one that defeated Goldius. Are you thinking our battle will be the same?

You scratch your beard. Well, youre both arrogant fools, somaybe you might last a little longer?

He clenches his fists. Wrong answer.

Marks quickly form along his arms again; his robes and beard flutter upwards as if a strange wind blows from below.

Amongst the five Grand Wizards, I reign supreme. Undefeated. Unmatched. He claps his hands together, forming even more marks on his arms. I accepted your silly little challenge to humor you, but after seeing what you can do

The grass singes up, drawing a large circle around the two of you. More flames brand the ground, forming symbols from the ashen grass.

The teachers on standby quickly run in to get the unconscious ones out of there. They then put their hands up and chant quickly, forming a large barrier between you two and the surrounding students.

...I am now doing this to put you in your place. He puts his palm right against your chest. Zenith-class: Thousand Suns!

A small beam of light appears from the sky, marking a spot on your hat. The spot quickly grows. The beam now completely engulfs you. The light gets brighter and brighter, til all you can see is white.

You close your eyes. Now all you see is red.

The surrounding grass burns away entirely. The ground cracks from being completely dry, as though years of drought had stricken it. The winds blow in chaos from the sudden surge in heat.

Crimsonson puts his other palm against your chest. Melt in hell.

The beam of light erupts into a colossal pillar of blue fire, reaching all the way up to the clouds. The ground around you crumbles into small chunks, getting absorbed into this grand tornado of flames.

And then.

A blink of an eye. The flames immediately dissipate. The chunks of ground fall back down. Both your beards and robes settle down after being violently shaken from all the pressure.

Another blink. The King sees the front of a glowing blue fist cover his vision.

In the next second, King Crimsonson crashes right into the barrier, sliding down like a bird on a window.

Everyones eyes re-adjust from the sudden brightness to the sudden darkness. What they can see is your whole body covered in a faint blue aura.

The King spits on the ground, then gets back up with a surprised glare aimed at you. What. What the hell did you do?! That was clearly magic, and yet it isnt magic!

You dispel your aura. Its magic from deep within. Something youll never achieve as you are now.

He grinds his teeth, forming another set of markings on his arms. You! Dont you dare mock me! Im the closest thing to a GOD! He yells, running up to you with flames covering his body. He jumps high up, converting his fire-aura into a giant sphere of flames. Destruction-class: Extinction M--

You jump up to meet him, then punch him downwards back to the ground. You then land next to his fallen body.

He coughs up from the impact.

You shake your head. Just what is it with you royalty and your unfathomable pride?

He slowly gets up. You have no ideawhat Ive gone through...to earn my pride! He stands tall once more, slapping his face to orient himself. Ive spent years in isolation reading entire libraries of tomes! Taking a page from you, he covers his fists in flames, then throws a punch at you.

You duck, then jab his stomach.

He staggers back, gritting his teeth to stay standing. Ive fought and killed countless Wizards to get to where I am! Ive burned away my emotions, neglected my family--all in the name of reaching the peak of magic! He lunges forward and throws a hook this time.

You slap his arm away and jab his chest.

He wobbles, but keeps himself standing. So dont you DARE belittle this pride of mine! He uppercuts you, but barely misses and instead knocks your hat off--

You grab both of his wrists, sending Chi to your hands. His flames disappear. Third lesson: shut the fuck up. You headbutt his face.

He gets knocked down to the ground. Blood drips from his nose.

You slowly walk up to him. You neglected your family for magic? Seriously? You became an asshole just to be strong? You kick his face. And youre PROUD of that?

He coughs up more.

You squat at his side. No, I dont see pride. You know what I see on your face? You squeeze his face with your large hand. Fear. Youve never tasted defeat before, huh? You have no idea what its like You turn his face to the side, dragging it through the dirt. ...To eat shit and die!

You stand up with his face still in your hand, then throw him with an arm full of Chi.

His body gets nearly flattened against the barrier, causing it to crack a bit. Though, the sound of that seems to mask the sounds of his bones breaking.

He coughs up blood and dirt. This...cant be happening

You stretch your neck. Oh? Does the pathetic little candlestick yield?

He grits his teeth stained with blood, putting all his strength into getting up. However, he can only get on one knee. I...King Crimsonson...will never yield. This Duel is not over, so long as I breathe!

You smirk. Well, I admire your resolve. You approach him slowly. Unfortunately, resolve is all you have left.

Suddenly, a small figure emerges from the crowd, standing in front of the disheveled King. The figure spreads his arms out to protect him. His legs shake in tremendous fear.

And yet, his gaze at you remains determined. Dont you...dont you dare lay another hand on my father, you filthy c-commoner!

The King coughs. Firebong...dont

A) Cast Fist on both of them
B) Spare them


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