Right, so, Caramel can't have all the KS-related fun. Time to revive this old thing from GameFAQS. Basically, I'll post a short intro from here, and whichever way you vote will influence the story and...other stuff. Sorry that the first post is so short, that's what happens when you accidently shaft yourself with an early choice.
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You open your eyes. Taking a glance over at the alarm beside your bed, you curse at yourself silently. It's 5:45 AM. You've woken up early, again.
You know, if you get ready now you'll be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for class.
Yeah, then maybe we can go buy a pocket protector for our crippling nerdy-ness, after we fall asleep in our soup at lunch.
Shut up, idiots.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
Someone's at the door. Hope it's not some dick that forgot his festival project.
Pfft, who would do something like that? Especially if they had someone like Shizune as their rep. Ahhh, Shizune...
What is wrong with you? She's a hard*** with a human-sized voice box. I feel bad for the poor bastard fluffing her Garfield.
You take that back!
Make me, whipping boy.
"HEY DUMB***, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR." You hear from the other side of the door. That seemed to shut those two up, for the moment.
It's not long before you wrestle on a shirt and look though your peep-hole. It's Calvin, the Man of Glass. He's about as tough as his title sugests, so much so that you try and look to see how he's banging on your door.
He's got a purple rubber hammer. Naturally. *Sigh*
Screw him, and his little hammer too! It's not even six yet, we're not supposed to be awake! Go back to bed.
Steve, that's not nice. Open the door, let him in.
It's no wonder we're not getting any, with a wimp like you hanging around Greg.
Well, there's no reason we can't have fun with him...
A: Side with Steve. You need sleep for good grades. Grades make you popular. Popularity is the key to intimacy, after all.
B: Greg's right. It could be serious.
C: Screw it, I'll hide in the bathroom and throw the tissue box at him when he comes in. It'd be like a dodgeball to the face, anyway.
ACT ONE: A New life (Complete, 1/1)
ACT TWO(s): Speaking Points (Maria, Complete)
ACT THREE(s): Non-Verbal delivery (Maria, In progress)
ACT FOUR(s) Verbal delivery & Content (Maria, Unavailable)
ACT TWO(s): Speaking Points (Maria, Complete)
ACT THREE(s): Non-Verbal delivery (Maria, In progress)
ACT FOUR(s) Verbal delivery & Content (Maria, Unavailable)
You open your eyes. Taking a glance over at the alarm beside your bed, you curse at yourself silently. It's 5:45 AM. You've woken up early, again.
You know, if you get ready now you'll be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for class.
Yeah, then maybe we can go buy a pocket protector for our crippling nerdy-ness, after we fall asleep in our soup at lunch.
Shut up, idiots.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
Someone's at the door. Hope it's not some dick that forgot his festival project.
Pfft, who would do something like that? Especially if they had someone like Shizune as their rep. Ahhh, Shizune...
What is wrong with you? She's a hard*** with a human-sized voice box. I feel bad for the poor bastard fluffing her Garfield.
You take that back!
Make me, whipping boy.
"HEY DUMB***, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR." You hear from the other side of the door. That seemed to shut those two up, for the moment.
It's not long before you wrestle on a shirt and look though your peep-hole. It's Calvin, the Man of Glass. He's about as tough as his title sugests, so much so that you try and look to see how he's banging on your door.
He's got a purple rubber hammer. Naturally. *Sigh*
Screw him, and his little hammer too! It's not even six yet, we're not supposed to be awake! Go back to bed.
Steve, that's not nice. Open the door, let him in.
It's no wonder we're not getting any, with a wimp like you hanging around Greg.
Well, there's no reason we can't have fun with him...
A: Side with Steve. You need sleep for good grades. Grades make you popular. Popularity is the key to intimacy, after all.
B: Greg's right. It could be serious.
C: Screw it, I'll hide in the bathroom and throw the tissue box at him when he comes in. It'd be like a dodgeball to the face, anyway.