So. Sorry for not having any graphics on this first chapter-thingamajig, my notebook is soggy and I'm trying to save all the non-sogged up pieces of my work. Geez I'm such an idiot for bringing this to a fucking swimming pool. Still a baby plot. Advice is sooooo welcome. ,_, I tried this format once, completely failed. Interactive stories are definitely not what I work with. Bear with me, guys! I'LL TRY TO MAKE IT FIT YOUR STANDARDS -- Your name is Tinkabella Edward Cullen! Your lashes are long and thick, coated in glitter and dew, and your vivacious blonde locks cascade down your shoulders in such radiant curls, that all princesses neighboring your kingdom, and even ones reigning foreign lands, burn with envy. They burn. MUAHAHHAHAHAH. You guess beauty is just something that naturally occurs to you. And you don't mean that sappy inner-beauty stuff, because let's be honest here. Being humble is not one of your finest traits. But that's okay, ruining your kingdom with overpriced taxes is just a small expense (of the villagers') to pay. I mean, look at you. LOOK. That tutu was made with the finest spidersilk and unicorn hair in the region. You'll be damned if your wardrobe was replaced with a cheap array of fine cotton and wear. Seriously, does no one else understand prestige and fashion like you do? Ugh, peasants. You let out a frustrated sigh and cross your arms. You are in the royal chambers! You hear a maid skittling by, and a bell rings. Oh, seems like there's a present awaiting you! You give the maid a short nod and she scurries away, head held down as she carries an entire pile of not-exactly-dirty-or-used-but-in-your-opinion-dirty-as-hell-but-in-other-people's-eyes-are-still-super-clean clothing to wash. You walk across the hall and out into the stables, where a beautiful unicorn awaits you. It is just as beautiful as you are, its horn impeccably manicured, long and of good majyyk material. The mane seems to be brushed well, free of dirt or any other pesky substance. And the unicorn... Well... It was taken care of perfectly. Gorgeous! You jump, giddy at the sight, and clap your hands. The unicorn glances at you— and— OH MY GOD IT JUST ATE A SQUIRREL [insert morbid fascination with bloodthirsty celestial creature and screaming from the stable boy] Well. I guess two deaths aren't really a big deal. You glance over to the corpse of the stable boy and grin at the unicorn, making sure to give him twice as much oat later in the day. What color shall your pony be? ====> ENTER COMMAND -- Best choice and/or most votes gets picked.
* spasms with giddiness and drowns in a euphoric sensation called happiness * I AM OVERWHELMED AND HAPPY AND TINGLY INSIDE <3
^ And then you totally ignored it when an army of rabid squirrel decided to attack your unicorn's ass. :c
;u; -- Your unicorn is rainbow. Like, literally. It is so fucking colored in that shit you're going to go blind looking at it for any more seconds. The colors dance on its skin and glow magnificently like the sun's rays, colors splayed onto the body like blood on an animal's carcass. It is absolutely amazing and you'd like to take a moment to admire the gorgeousness that is your pony. A note beside it reads: "THE ROYAL PRINCESS' SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY PRESENT" Oh, right. It's your sweet 16. Ughhhhhhhh. LAME. You throw the note away and the unicorn neighs. You sit. Yes, on haystack, and slowly reach your hand out to pet it. The unicorn neighs again and jabs you lightly on the thumb with its magical and long point horn, making you jump with surprise. Wow, RUDE. You simply wave him off and walk away, but not before he realizes his mistake and tries to give his best imitation of puppy eyes. Oh God It's perfect You cry and fall onto the ground and start to experience a seizure. [YOU HAVE FAILED] [START AGAIN?] -- You shut your eyes and give him a blind pet on the snout and run away before he blinds or kills you with his perfection. Hah, as if you were going to stare at him and let him stare into your eyes. What are you, stupid? A stroll around the palace is mandatory. And maybe a sit on the king's throne. Yeah okay you're doing it. A giant seating gesture is made, and a strange feeling creeps up on your royal rump. You stand up and find a royal envelope stuck onto your precious pooper, and then you roll your eyes and remove it before ripping the top off with the strength of a thousand raging ogres. How whimsical, turns out it's a note from your parents. <ENGAGE IN STUPID IMITATION OF ROYAL ACCENT> "It is my regret to inform you, our loyal subjects, that we (the king and queen) have taken off for a more subtle project, a side-kingdom which consists of elves, fae and even gnomes and trolls. We apologize for any inconvenience, and will return in four months. In the meanwhile, our precious daughter shall rule the kingdom (preferably with mercy and kindness) ((but let's be honest here you bitches will probably die in two weeks if not one hour)). You have our sincerest condolences. Please do not try anything stupid, the security is top notch. Love, your King and Queen." You skim the paper and your lips curl into a grin. Oh, what a perfect birthday this is. You beckon a servant to come over to read out the letter and laugh. His knees buckle and sweat trickles down his forehead, hands shaking as well as pupils dilating. The ladies and lords and everyone in the court raises their eyebrows in a quizical fashion, and you stand up proudly while he reads in a stammering voice. Champagne is spilled, wine bottles and glasses broken, screaming, shouting, and the occassional crying from your subjects. Let's begin this tyranny, shall we? Muahahahhahahahhaha. -- A peasant comes crawling up on the stairs while you sip a glass of wine. Blegh, this wine tastes awful. You call a servant over and spill it over her head. Ahahhahahah! Your fun is abruptly ruined when the peasant drops on his knees and beg. His prayer to God is also abruptly ruined when you give him a light nudge with your foot. He looks up in horror and makes a brief request. "M'lady. My family is poor, and our crops have failed. We have no more food or money and shall die in the coming winter. Please, I request a small loan! I promise I'll pay it back. Please please please please PLEASE." You take his request in consideration. -- WHAT SHALL YOU DO NOW? ====> ENTER COMMAND -- Please note that the princess is batshit evil. Your decision affects the story, and it'll probably end in a game over if your request is something like "save the poor fool and shower everyone with gold". Sorry guys, she's evil! Make a wise decision. ;D
Unfortunately since my left eye is ridiculously near-sighted I won't be on for four more days. Sorry guys, try to keep this alive for me? D:
HAVENT FINISHED READING IT, BUT THERE'S A RAINBOW UNICORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!