Just...Shut Up. (A KS inspired CYOA)
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Well, nothing to do but wait, I guess. You pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable, before turning your mind inward. Might as well see how the fight's going.
You enter your mind highly amused. Steve was pinned down by his opponent in the middle of a giant wrestling ring suspended in a spiked cage. It seems as though he forgot that the original owner of this mind can use it better than a foreign presence. As Steve gets let up, the cage melts away before all of you are level with one another.
So pencil-dick, you get laid while we were indisposed? Did you make sure it was a chick, at least?
You stare at the man who could only be described as 'your master', as he gives a look of not giving a care in the world.
Say what you like about Steve-
Why thank you, I will. He's a prick, he's arrogant, he's obsessed with sex, he's a prick, he gets us into trouble, he forgets our meds all the time, he's a prick, and he keeps calling me names.
?
That was rhetorical, you twit.
Still accurate.
Boys, let's settle down. Greg, what'd you do while we were 'out'?
Oh...nothing,
Oh man, he knows I'm lying. Using black magic or something, the grey around us transformed to our Point-of-view in the world. And...
Steve knows we're outside the council room.
Now, now just wait a minute Steve, I can explaOH JESUS CHRIST ON A BIKE HELLLLPPPP-
-
Once you get outta that fucking place, you stand up in shock. You move your right arm. You move your left arm. Fist-pumping, you shout ?Steven's back, bitches!?
You look around, smiling to yourself.
There, now I did both of you a favor. Don't do anything stupid, or I'm suppressing you both for a week.
Oh come on bro, don't lock me in with him!
Then don't be stupid. And take your meds.
Yeah yeah, you flippin' a dip is not something that impresses the ladies.
Steve, seriously. If you skip the meds, you and Greg probs will be crushed under all the OTHER voices that'll come out.
Oh come on bro, lighten up.
...
Nothing? Alright, then.
First things first, we're getting the hell away from the student council. Calling on our Splinter cell skillz, we shoot out all the lights and get away safely.
...FUCK. I don't know what I can do now. I probably have to join a pussy intellectual club so Greg doesn't try and hulk out, or go emo and not take his meds.
I remember the clubs we could'a joined last year, I think. Did you want to check out a sport one?
Yeah, sure.
Making your way onto the sports field was pretty easy, since you'd been at school for a year now. You could see the short-ass track captain red-faced, barking out orders. But more importantly, there was a Smokin' hot blonde running on the track...
...with no legs. Yep, leave it to Yamaku students to skullfuck logic with Irony-flavored condoms.
There was a basketball team, but I think that was for wheelchairs only. Soccer is for scumbags, Tennis is for wimps, and Baseball is for Americans. Fuck.
Jesus, my head...
--
(Ok, this is going to be complicated. Four fine-arts choices, Four Sports choices. Everybody gets three votes. You can only put to votes max into one choice, and you have to pick at least one FA and Sports club)
A: Well, choir is filled with chicks. Rock on, brother.
B: Debate is where it's at, yo. Beat them all down with enough words for three people.
C: Book club, because reading is easy, yo.
D: Photography. Nature's natural beauty and all that.
E: Tennis. Girls in tight shorts and tops with super-toned legs? What's not to like?
F: Soccer. Girls in tight shorts and tops with super-toned legs? What's not to like?
G: Track. Girls in tight shorts and tops with super-toned legs? What's not to like?
H: Baseball. Nothing like playing with balls and long sticks. You have plenty of experience with that kind of thing.
You enter your mind highly amused. Steve was pinned down by his opponent in the middle of a giant wrestling ring suspended in a spiked cage. It seems as though he forgot that the original owner of this mind can use it better than a foreign presence. As Steve gets let up, the cage melts away before all of you are level with one another.
So pencil-dick, you get laid while we were indisposed? Did you make sure it was a chick, at least?
You stare at the man who could only be described as 'your master', as he gives a look of not giving a care in the world.
Say what you like about Steve-
Why thank you, I will. He's a prick, he's arrogant, he's obsessed with sex, he's a prick, he gets us into trouble, he forgets our meds all the time, he's a prick, and he keeps calling me names.
?
That was rhetorical, you twit.
Still accurate.
Boys, let's settle down. Greg, what'd you do while we were 'out'?
Oh...nothing,
Oh man, he knows I'm lying. Using black magic or something, the grey around us transformed to our Point-of-view in the world. And...
Steve knows we're outside the council room.
Now, now just wait a minute Steve, I can explaOH JESUS CHRIST ON A BIKE HELLLLPPPP-
-
Once you get outta that fucking place, you stand up in shock. You move your right arm. You move your left arm. Fist-pumping, you shout ?Steven's back, bitches!?
You look around, smiling to yourself.
There, now I did both of you a favor. Don't do anything stupid, or I'm suppressing you both for a week.
Oh come on bro, don't lock me in with him!
Then don't be stupid. And take your meds.
Yeah yeah, you flippin' a dip is not something that impresses the ladies.
Steve, seriously. If you skip the meds, you and Greg probs will be crushed under all the OTHER voices that'll come out.
Oh come on bro, lighten up.
...
Nothing? Alright, then.
First things first, we're getting the hell away from the student council. Calling on our Splinter cell skillz, we shoot out all the lights and get away safely.
...FUCK. I don't know what I can do now. I probably have to join a pussy intellectual club so Greg doesn't try and hulk out, or go emo and not take his meds.
I remember the clubs we could'a joined last year, I think. Did you want to check out a sport one?
Yeah, sure.
Making your way onto the sports field was pretty easy, since you'd been at school for a year now. You could see the short-ass track captain red-faced, barking out orders. But more importantly, there was a Smokin' hot blonde running on the track...
...with no legs. Yep, leave it to Yamaku students to skullfuck logic with Irony-flavored condoms.
There was a basketball team, but I think that was for wheelchairs only. Soccer is for scumbags, Tennis is for wimps, and Baseball is for Americans. Fuck.
Jesus, my head...
--
(Ok, this is going to be complicated. Four fine-arts choices, Four Sports choices. Everybody gets three votes. You can only put to votes max into one choice, and you have to pick at least one FA and Sports club)
A: Well, choir is filled with chicks. Rock on, brother.
B: Debate is where it's at, yo. Beat them all down with enough words for three people.
C: Book club, because reading is easy, yo.
D: Photography. Nature's natural beauty and all that.
E: Tennis. Girls in tight shorts and tops with super-toned legs? What's not to like?
F: Soccer. Girls in tight shorts and tops with super-toned legs? What's not to like?
G: Track. Girls in tight shorts and tops with super-toned legs? What's not to like?
H: Baseball. Nothing like playing with balls and long sticks. You have plenty of experience with that kind of thing.
A, B, and G.
Choir and debate would certainly be interesting for something with alternate personalities. And soccer because, well, why not? Probably the more balanced of the sports for his(their?) condition. (or maybe its like having two extra players >_> )
Choir and debate would certainly be interesting for something with alternate personalities. And soccer because, well, why not? Probably the more balanced of the sports for his(their?) condition. (or maybe its like having two extra players >_> )
E, F and G.
I think that's the first choice for a hormone-filled boy, even one with three alternate personalities.
I think that's the first choice for a hormone-filled boy, even one with three alternate personalities.
Welcome back. How was losing control to the aspect you keep saying you're 'better' than? lol
Get outta here, you know I'm not able to hold someone like him off.
Dude, you can't hold me off ether. I'm shocked you're still around, really.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, douche-
Hey guys, shut the fuck up. You see that blond girl over there?
Nope.avi
Don't have eyes, can't see.
Oh, fuck off. I know for a fact both you ijiots can see dat ass, and you have me to thank for getting her in our bed later.
Woah, we got badass over here.
M'kay bro. Quick question: What's her name? What Grade? What Class? Important questions, if may say so myself.
Fuck that shit, we can find that crap out later. Fuck, we'll get told it anyway, whether we want to or not, amirite guys?
Good thing no one can actually hear you. You sound like an asshole. Also, she's in our class, dumbass.
lolrhyme.
Oh, right. That's Emi. Didn't we enter into a pool to see how she got her legs separated from the rest of her?
No, you CREATED the pool. Then shut it down when you won all the bets due to hedging the odds.
Fine work, by the way. Amazing you never got caught.
Meh. Anyways, do you see the Track Captain down there?
How the fuck should I know? I hate track.
You shut your whore mouth, you don't hate any sport hot chicks are a part of.
You're on thin ice, jackass. Come back later, before I have to knock us out.
Fine, pussy. We'll do something else. You have anything to add, white-bread?
I assume you're talking about me, again. I dunno, I like art.
...
...
Yeah, no.
Let's compromise. The office was talking about making a Photography club last year, right? Let's go for that.
...Why does a photography club in a school for the disabled sound like a terrible idea?
We have Soccer and Track, all we need for the terrible idea spectrum is a football team.
It's football, not Soccer. We're not American.
Just because we live in Japan now doesn't mean we're Japanese, stupid.
...
Walking back into the school, you ponder where to find this 'Photography Club'. Searching the main building passively, a sign advertising the Debate team catches your eye.
Bro, detour. We should totally sign up for that.
Are you high? We can't stop arguing with ourselves, how do you expect we argue against anyone else?
Who in the world has more arguing experience than all of us, combined?
Good point. Swinging around and though the door, you look around for the club advisor.
...Shit. There's four ladies in the room. Normally, this would be a cause for much rejoicing, but one of them is-
SHIZUNE~!!
Goddamnit. I'll keep him quiet, so don't fuck up Steve.
Silently thanking him for shutting Greg up, you move to the group boldly. The other two look decidedly unfamiliar.
Right before you walk into Misha's line of sight, you take a glace at everything around you, to make sure you remember where the hell this is.
The room looks a lot like what the libary does, minus the bookshelves. Very open, with several octagonal tables and chairs. the words 'Media Center' crawl to the forefront of your mind. Shaking intrusive thoughts away, you turn a close eye on the actual wom-
BAZONGA. A Redhead with a massive rack and damn sexy legs just stood up all angry like.
"Oi, Whaddya mean your shuttin down debate?"
Why hello, Irish accent.
"Sorry, but we can't have much of a debate TEAM with two people." Damn it, even when Misha's apologizing she sounds happy.
"A'right, how many we gotta have then?" Redhead challenges. Apparently no one gave her the message that challenging Shizune is a quick way to get a headache.
Shizune smirks, and signs with that infuriating arrogance you've come to expect from her.
"How many do you think you need to be an effective team?"
"Me 'n my sister here could take the whole lot of 'em on, ya know."
...You know, somehow I think these two could get along if they weren?t fighting now.
"Whahaha~ That sure was effective last year. How many wins did you have? Two? Three?"
Redhead was growling at Shizune now. Catfight!
Suddenly, the girl sitting right by Redhead stood up and grabbed her arm. "Kyna, that's enough." She said in a soft voice, too indistinct to be made out but definably not Irish. You turn a closer eye on the dark-haired girl.
She is perhaps the perfect contrast to the Redhead, who is named Kyna apparently. She's a small girl in every sense of the word. Small chest, lean legs, and straight black hair down to her shoulders as opposed to Kyna's long and curly red hair. Only the slightest bit of improper coloring around her elbows gave away the fact that anything lower than it was unreal.
"Dammit Maria, we can't let'em shut debate down. Wad'delse am I gonna do, join the Book club?" Snarled Kyna, before finally taking notice of you.
"Oi, missus President, how 'bout three members, for a full team? That enough to unknot yer panties?"
You open your mouth to object before realizing that's why you came in anyway.
Misha looks around for a second before noticing your presence. "I suppose if you think you can make do~" She leaves that hanging in the air.
"Yer bloody right we can, now shove off."
Misha begins to pout. "Now miss, that's terribly rude. You didn't even ask him to join yet."
Suddenly, you see an opening to insert yourself into the conversation.
The choice is yours, and yours alone! Choose wisely.
--
A: No need, it's what I came for. What's this about members, maybe I can help?
B: Actually, I came to join. So if you would kindly leave...
C: You're right, it was rude. I just came for some info, anyway.
Get outta here, you know I'm not able to hold someone like him off.
Dude, you can't hold me off ether. I'm shocked you're still around, really.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, douche-
Hey guys, shut the fuck up. You see that blond girl over there?
Nope.avi
Don't have eyes, can't see.
Oh, fuck off. I know for a fact both you ijiots can see dat ass, and you have me to thank for getting her in our bed later.
Woah, we got badass over here.
M'kay bro. Quick question: What's her name? What Grade? What Class? Important questions, if may say so myself.
Fuck that shit, we can find that crap out later. Fuck, we'll get told it anyway, whether we want to or not, amirite guys?
Good thing no one can actually hear you. You sound like an asshole. Also, she's in our class, dumbass.
lolrhyme.
Oh, right. That's Emi. Didn't we enter into a pool to see how she got her legs separated from the rest of her?
No, you CREATED the pool. Then shut it down when you won all the bets due to hedging the odds.
Fine work, by the way. Amazing you never got caught.
Meh. Anyways, do you see the Track Captain down there?
How the fuck should I know? I hate track.
You shut your whore mouth, you don't hate any sport hot chicks are a part of.
You're on thin ice, jackass. Come back later, before I have to knock us out.
Fine, pussy. We'll do something else. You have anything to add, white-bread?
I assume you're talking about me, again. I dunno, I like art.
...
...
Yeah, no.
Let's compromise. The office was talking about making a Photography club last year, right? Let's go for that.
...Why does a photography club in a school for the disabled sound like a terrible idea?
We have Soccer and Track, all we need for the terrible idea spectrum is a football team.
It's football, not Soccer. We're not American.
Just because we live in Japan now doesn't mean we're Japanese, stupid.
...
Walking back into the school, you ponder where to find this 'Photography Club'. Searching the main building passively, a sign advertising the Debate team catches your eye.
Bro, detour. We should totally sign up for that.
Are you high? We can't stop arguing with ourselves, how do you expect we argue against anyone else?
Who in the world has more arguing experience than all of us, combined?
Good point. Swinging around and though the door, you look around for the club advisor.
...Shit. There's four ladies in the room. Normally, this would be a cause for much rejoicing, but one of them is-
SHIZUNE~!!
Goddamnit. I'll keep him quiet, so don't fuck up Steve.
Silently thanking him for shutting Greg up, you move to the group boldly. The other two look decidedly unfamiliar.
Right before you walk into Misha's line of sight, you take a glace at everything around you, to make sure you remember where the hell this is.
The room looks a lot like what the libary does, minus the bookshelves. Very open, with several octagonal tables and chairs. the words 'Media Center' crawl to the forefront of your mind. Shaking intrusive thoughts away, you turn a close eye on the actual wom-
BAZONGA. A Redhead with a massive rack and damn sexy legs just stood up all angry like.
"Oi, Whaddya mean your shuttin down debate?"
Why hello, Irish accent.
"Sorry, but we can't have much of a debate TEAM with two people." Damn it, even when Misha's apologizing she sounds happy.
"A'right, how many we gotta have then?" Redhead challenges. Apparently no one gave her the message that challenging Shizune is a quick way to get a headache.
Shizune smirks, and signs with that infuriating arrogance you've come to expect from her.
"How many do you think you need to be an effective team?"
"Me 'n my sister here could take the whole lot of 'em on, ya know."
...You know, somehow I think these two could get along if they weren?t fighting now.
"Whahaha~ That sure was effective last year. How many wins did you have? Two? Three?"
Redhead was growling at Shizune now. Catfight!
Suddenly, the girl sitting right by Redhead stood up and grabbed her arm. "Kyna, that's enough." She said in a soft voice, too indistinct to be made out but definably not Irish. You turn a closer eye on the dark-haired girl.
She is perhaps the perfect contrast to the Redhead, who is named Kyna apparently. She's a small girl in every sense of the word. Small chest, lean legs, and straight black hair down to her shoulders as opposed to Kyna's long and curly red hair. Only the slightest bit of improper coloring around her elbows gave away the fact that anything lower than it was unreal.
"Dammit Maria, we can't let'em shut debate down. Wad'delse am I gonna do, join the Book club?" Snarled Kyna, before finally taking notice of you.
"Oi, missus President, how 'bout three members, for a full team? That enough to unknot yer panties?"
You open your mouth to object before realizing that's why you came in anyway.
Misha looks around for a second before noticing your presence. "I suppose if you think you can make do~" She leaves that hanging in the air.
"Yer bloody right we can, now shove off."
Misha begins to pout. "Now miss, that's terribly rude. You didn't even ask him to join yet."
Suddenly, you see an opening to insert yourself into the conversation.
The choice is yours, and yours alone! Choose wisely.
--
A: No need, it's what I came for. What's this about members, maybe I can help?
B: Actually, I came to join. So if you would kindly leave...
C: You're right, it was rude. I just came for some info, anyway.