Okay, so the rules of this topic are simple. I post a short (still over 300 words) segment to begin, and give you (the readers) a few choices to pick from at the end of it. The first person to post has their choice selected, and the story continues in that direction. Unless you make a choice that kills you, in which case please refrain from swearing at the screen in anger. I will post a custom death message, and give you the previous choices that you didn't pick. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Allons-y!
A beach. You are standing on a beach of sand. Sand irritates you for some reason. Something about bathing suits.
As you gaze out over the ocean, you see waves breaking over a coral reef. Beyond that, there's...nothing but water, really. You stare at it. Like, a lot.
Oh for the love of-I already told you, there's nothing out there! Turn around!
Where am I? you wonder ponderingly, your mind full of hazy memories and week-old fish tacos. WHO am I?
Tunabreath? Was that your name? It seemed to fit, to make sense somehow. Like peanut butter, blended with chocolate. Of course, there really wasn't much ELSE that seems to make sense, so we haven't really gotten anywhere.
You shake your head in frustration, as for some reason whipping your imaginary hair back and forth seemed to calm you down. How did you get here? Why couldn't you remember anything? Why do you always miss Taco Tuesday? Why?! WHY?!
You glance towards the polished canister that brought you here, and notice several red components lying in the *shudder* sand. Upon closer inspection, you realize that you are looking at two flame-shaped sword pieces and a mask.
You pick up the oddly marketable sword pieces and piece them together. Upon swinging the completed sword around, you realize that it's way too clunky. Not to mention it's a weird idea. Who would ever want something that you have to assemble before using? That's just silly.
You then take a look at the mask. It looks odd, as if it had been slashed open three times in the cheek areas, with an odd sort of vent thing above the eyes. You decide to put it on and-HOLY CURIOUSLY AMBIGUOUS DEITY, THAT'S A LOT OF ENERGY! You could run a marathon in sweat pants with this thing on!
Curious, you pick up the sword again. Far from feeling clunky, it feels lighter than air, and fits perfectly in your grasp, almost as if the sword was a set piece perfectly designed to slide into a matching socket on your hand!
As you recklessly swing the sword around, accidentally decapitating multiple birds, you observe sparks coming out of the sword. As soon as you stop focusing on the sword, the sparks seem to stop. Intent on figuring this out, you put full concentration into the blade, and a stream of fire shoots out of it, setting alight the jungle next to the beach which I previously failed to mention because continuity.
A: Call for help?
B: Attempt to fight fire with fire?
C: Do nothing because nature killed your family?
D: Go out for Ice Cream?
Once an answer is posted in the comments section below, I will continue the story according to what was chosen.
(Also, for those of you who couldn't tell, this post is a parody of the first chapter of Bionicle Chronicles #1: Tale of the Toa.)
Edited by Kung Fu Rahkshi Destroyer, Jul 15 2013 - 08:05 PM.