"Chance."
"Whaaaaaa"
"Chance, get up."
"But the submarine..."
"GET UP."
Chance groaned at the thought of moving. This morning was not unlike any other. Slowly, but with deliberance, he flopped out of his bed and onto the floor.
"You're gonna be late for school if you don't get up soon," called out Chance's mother. Her waking words echoed about the house as Chance gathered the strength to lift himself.
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
A senior at Herpal High School, Chance is essentially the definition of your average student. Average marks, average size, colour of majority (white, in this case) with a handful of close friends.
However, nothing is set in stone. This seemingly normal teenager is about to embark on an epic journey guided by fate, and guided by you.
Finally on his feet, Chance held his palm to his forehead, trying to clear his head. He needed to wash up and get moving, or he'd be late for school.
[Suggest a general action for Chance to take. A random number generator (0-100) will determine how it goes. GLFH.]
I want him to use a kitchen knife to murder his mother.
Quote from name:Azrael.Wrath
I want him to use a kitchen knife to murder his mother.
Your roll: 58
Your roll: 33
Annoyed at his mother's incessant whining, Chance decided to once and for all end her life. After procuring a knife from the kitchen, Chance began creeping ever so slowly towards his mother, patiently awaiting the perfect moment to wrench her neck to the side and plunge the blade in. Carefully and quietly, he edged closer and closer.
A loud squeak erupted from Chance's foot. He had stepped on a dog's chew toy! This struck Chance as odd, seeing as their family did not own a dog, but it also startled his mother. She turned to Chance to see him crouching behind her with a knife drawn.
"Chance, what are you doing?"
Speechless and without a reasonable excuse, Chance sputtered a few arbitrary syllables before running out the door.
"Fuck this shit," said Chance to himself. "I'm scoring some fucking coke."
Chance pulled out his phone and dialed a local drug dealer. He recieved no answer.
Frustrated and standing in the middle of the road, Chance contemplated his next action.
Who wants to play a game where all our actions fail? A chew toy for a dog they don't own? Cool story.
If both failures were due to the random numbers, then I'd like to know how they are used to determine what happens.
Stand there until a car hits you.
Yeah shouldnt a 58 have been reasonably successful?
I'd like to invest all our initial stat points into Luck.
None.
Quote from name:Azrael.Wrath
Who wants to play a game where all our actions fail? A chew toy for a dog they don't own? Cool story.
If both failures were due to the random numbers, then I'd like to know how they are used to determine what happens.
Killing your own mother is such a fucking retarded idea that it would've taken a roll of 95 or higher to succeed.
Yeah shouldnt a 58 have been reasonably successful?
I'd like to invest all our initial stat points into Luck.
No stats or anything. Everything is arbitrary. Gogogo.
Stand there until a car hits you.
Your roll: 47
Chance, distraught at his inability to find cocaine, decided it would be a good idea to stand in traffic until he was hit. However, being early in the morning on a sunny day, most of the street's traffic drove around him.
However, just as Chance was going to give up, he managed to hurl himself in front of a slow moving bicycle.
The biker, a small child, began crying and ran away.
If the kid's bicycle is still there, steal it, take it to the nearest pawn shop and see if it sells for anything.
None.
Have a gender change operation.
Chance decided to once and for all end her life
Chance, distraught at his inability to find cocaine
Oh wait, that happened already.
None.
If the kid's bicycle is still there, steal it, take it to the nearest pawn shop and see if it sells for anything.
Your roll: 79
Chance, seeing a child's misfortune as an opportunity, attempted to climb onto the bike. Upon realizing that the toddler's mode of transportation was far too small for him, he picked it up and started walking to the pawn shop.
A dirty looking man greeted Chance from behind a dusty counter. The small shop was littered with odds and ends, though nothing seemed of particular interest to Chance. The shopkeep, acknowledging the stolen nature of the bicycle, gave Chance a cool $10.
Chance looked at his shiny new ten dollar bill. He smiled, pocketed the cash and left the store.
Checking his watch, Chance realized that he was beyond late for school.
Killing your own mother is such a fucking retarded idea that it would've taken a roll of 95 or higher to succeed.
Because a forum game about a fictional character should be serious business.
So basically we can suggest anything, but if it's not within the parameters of what you consider acceptable activity then you'll skew the odds to make sure it doesn't happen. Sounds like a really fun game.
Go to school and find the hottest chick you can. Slap her in the face. Then find that girl's hottest friend and ask her out to see captain america friday night. ROLL 100 PLZ.
None.
FUCK THE HOTTEST GIRL'S BEST FRIEND. (roll capital letters plz)
Attempt to fail at robbing the pawn shop.
None.
Decide to renounce the name Chance and start going by the name Symmetry instead.
Take out your ween.
"If a topic that clearly interest noone needs to be closed to underline the "we don't want this here" message, is up to debate."
-NudeRaider
Use the $10 to score coke.
EDIT: check inv first.
tits
Change his name by deed poll to anything other than 'Chance'.
None.
