>>21214815
Light pierces through my eyelids, and my dream begins to fade. No, not yet, I think to myself, it was just getting good. Someone is talking, it is an elderly voice. “..iana. Miss Diana? Miss Clark?” Oh no. Please just wait a bit longer, I'm almost... “I'm opening the window now, Miss Diana.” The light, that detestable, annoying, meddling light banishes the rest of my dream in an instant leaving only the weariness of early morning. I want to throw a fit, I want to shout and scream in frustration. “...good morning, Charles...” My voice barely carries the short distance between myself and the interloper. I can't even yell at my own butler, I guess. I give in and rise from my pillow, taking a moment to adjust my eyes to the light by looking around my room. Even with just the morning sun shining in, the room itself seems glaring. Marble floors, a white rug, spotless walls, and snow-like sheets all do a spectacular job at bouncing the morning rays right into my pupils. It stings.

>>21214862
I rub my eyes for a moment, turning to Charles. Old Charles, the majordomo who has been with me since I was born, never lets me sleep in for a moment. While I think of the graying man as a favored uncle, I sometimes wish that he wouldn't take his job so seriously.
“Rise and shine, Miss Diana. You don't want to sleep through your important appointment today.” Appointment? What is he...
”—Ah!?”
I yelp, covering my mouth. I frantically search for a clock. How much time do I have? How far away is it again? Do I have time to clean up? Charles, immaculate in both appearance and skill, reads his watch.
“It is currently 7:30 AM. Your appointment is at 1:00 PM. You will have to cut your morning routine a bit short today.”
Right. I sigh in relief, and get out of bed, heading over to my dresser.
“That won't be necessary today, Miss Diana. I've instructed the staff to arrange your dress for the day to accommodate your recent athletic taste. Your morning shower has been prepared as well.”
Oh. I guess I didn't need to worry. My face flushes and I look down, muttering a thanks.
“It's no trouble, Miss Diana. Before you go, can you tell me what your plans are for your morning routine? You only have enough time for about three activities this morning, if we are to make it to the airport on time.”
Right, I don't have that much time today. I think on it and then decide on...
[ ] Go for a jog
[ ] Read my book
[ ] Practice fighting
[ ] Make a lunch
(Pick three)

did not notice the Quest storm tonight. Perhaps it was a bad time.

Last bump to check for interest. If nothing, I'll put it off for another day with less competition

>>21215434
First person is Some Shit for quests, generally speaking. Maybe give second person a shot.

Also I'm somewhat interested, but today probably isn't the day.

>>21215474
It's actually being done in first person for two reasons. One, the main character doesn't talk much, but she thinks an awful lot, and two, the main character isn't a direct avatar for the players.

However, I count like four other quests or questalikes going on right now, so I'll just take it easy on this.

Oh hey is Shy-chan's Bizarre adventure.

I'm here to play, but I'd be multitasking a bunch of other shit and it doesn't seem fair to make most of the choices for everyone, seeing as I appear to be the only player here. Maybe you should try weeknight /tg/ to start the quest?

>>21215737
I'll be monitoring the thread if others show up. We get at least four or five guys and that's good enough to go. Otherwise, hang around for Wednesday. I think that was supposed to be a good day.

>>21215770
is this being done because of the LOLOLOLRAPE ending?

also 2nd person is generally how quests work, even if the quest chara isnt an avatar of us.

>>21215825
I don't see the point in writing "you" when the character isn't you or your avatar (which is just a stand in for you). I did make a thread talking about this, which I listed in the OP. I dunno, I think an interactive story is an interactive story. Does first person offend?

>>21215903
its just unusual. It also makes it sound like you're writing a story rather then engagin in an interactive CYOA, which is what quest threads are.

>>21215825
>>21215903
Also this was planned before the lololrape thing, but was moved up because of it.

>The way that chick puts her tits on the table
I've seen a female friend do that in real life and get discounts for it, but then she had like double Es.

>>21215983
You still get the choices to make, which do impact the story and direct its flow. It's just like any other multiple choice quest, except that it's told from the character's perspective. I think this is important (also much easier for me to write, since I have to prepare every possible branch ahead of time)

>>21215995
I wanna, again, thank an anonymous drawfag for that poster. Should have gotten their name.

>>21215903
It is more difficult to read and process because it doesn't actually represent a normal thought process. In my experience it really only works for personal anecdotes and noir detective stories.

Second person is a CYOA and Quest hallmark and engenders more personal investment in the character on the part of the readers.

I'll read it either way, but i do recommend you give it a try and see how it reads both ways.

>>21214898
[ ] Go for a jog[ ] Read my book[ ] Make a lunch
As late as this is I might as well try to get this ball rolling

>>21216038
was gonna ask if you'd drawn that.

>>21216016
Like I said, its just confusing. for Shy-chan, I'll bear it. Its just strange

>>21216044
>>21216067
I actually started writing it in "you" and "your" but to me it felt like it didn't get across Shychan's utter panic in certain scenes I was writing. ("I" also ended up saving about 50 characters in the average branch I wrote)

>>21216049
Alrighty. I'll copy this down in case I have to start this another day or something.

shy chan thread? fuck yeah shy-chan thread. simic can suck dicks for that shit he pulled

>>21214898
[x] Read my book
A given.
[x] Go for a jog
I'm assuming this means meeting Friend-kun. Also a given.
[x]Practice fighting
Need to at least be able to do some combat, if what little I know of JJBA is reliable.

Lunch will have to be made by the servants today, unfortunately.

>>21216152
Well I think at most we might not get that many more even if we change days but I will admit Saturdays are pretty much the worst day of the week for me

>>21216262
Alrighty, that's two. I'll wait about ten minutes for a few more and we can get rolling, despite the time. A small crowd's fine with me. Less chaotic.

>>21214898
Jog, Read, Practice

Cooking isn't really her thing from what I recall.

>>21216262
I think we could make lunch more special if we make it ourselves and we really haven't had any in character reason to do fight practice so even though it may be a good idea I don't see it happening right now.

>>21216322
We are okay at it most of the time but we did goof the stew somehow the last time we cooked every other time it we did good

>>21216322
Oh yeah ikara, is this the same shy-chan?

>>21216372
Very similar. However, this Shychan has the benefit of being born into a stupidly rich family, with some of the implications that having 24 hour waiting staff has.

>>21216394
so rich ditz shrinknig violet? man, i wanted self-sufficient poorfag shy-chan,,,

especially since rich people like her probably dont play board games

>>21216337
Is right, there's simply no reason to learn to fight.

Unless Friend-kun is a martial artist and practicing is how we get to see him. Which is plausible given that he's in the army in the real world.

If that's the case, I switch my vote in >>21216262 To:
[x] Read my book
[x] Make a lunch
[x] Practice fighting

If not, I switch to:
[x] Read my book
[x] Make a lunch
[x] Go for a jog

I prefer the first course of action, if our connection with friend-kun depends on what we choose.

>>21216394
I figured something of the sort and seeing how there really was no middle class in Jojo's end up a poor as shit orphan that Friend took in at a young age or, we'd get something like this.

Okay, that's enough votes to go forward.

Ultimately, we decided on

Going for a jog, reading our book, and practicing our martial training. Since there was some interest in it, I'll show you what would have happened if we made lunch at the end.

"...is that so, Miss Diana?" Charles nods. "Very well then, your tracksuit is over there. Once you're done with your calisthenics or whatever you call them, you can go ahead and take your bath."

Before I clean up, I go for a jog around my house. I suppose calling it a house is wrong, but I've never known it as anything else. It is a large, sprawling complex, covered in black marble and reflective glass. I'm not even a quarter of the way done and I already feel out of breath.
Every hundred feet I pass by another one of my family's guards, who nod and give dismissive greetings. I can't look them in the face. I know that they're going to make fun of how slow I am. I started these morning jogs just to remedy that, but I don't feel like I've made any progress at all. I run past them without looking back.
The path around my house is covered in various barriers, like fences, moats, and even checkpoints where armed guards check my identity before letting me pass. I wish there weren't so many people around, but I know it's for a good reason. My family, the Clarks, have always held dangerous things in the basement of our mansion. I know it has something to do with a certain family, but I never understood why we have to live on top of it. It's strange, but it seems all my family does with its money is keep things locked up and hidden. Like me. But I guess it isn't my place to question it.
After rounding the final bend, I step inside to get my things for training. My muscles ache. I'm not used to all this activity, but it is important now! I decided, after all, that I wasn't going to get left in the dust anymore...

It's time to practice martial arts. I didn't have much of an interest in this until about three years ago, but I decided I'd try to be less helpless. In the courtyard, I put a small sheet down and begin to go through the motions.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I try to balance as I pivot on the ball of my foot. Take it one step at a time, use their force against them.
Though he wouldn't like it if he knew I was practicing without him, I owe a lot of gratitude to my master, Mr. Marshal. When I came to him about learning how to defend myself, he almost laughed himself to death. It was so embarrassing!
He still taught me what he knew about this style. It's a kind of judo, I think? Or akido? I'm not sure, but it's a gentle, flowing art with lots of throws and joint locks. I lost my balance so many times when I was starting, but now I can at least go through the basics.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Stay light on your feet. Don't hesitate. Try to move in circles and then...then...what was the next step?
In that moment of confusion, I lose my balance and throw myself to the ground. I snap my head up to check if anyone is looking, and sure enough, one of the dark suited guards is chuckling at me.
He must think I'm stupid! Why did I do this here!? Couldn't I have done it in my room or something? I hastily wrap up the sheet and run into the house, feeling like I'm going to throw up from shame. I'll need a little alone time after this mess...

>>21216568
Didn't we have 2 votes cooking 1 vote fighting

Despite the eyes of every servant in this place being on top of me, I sometimes manage to find the time to read when nobody is looking.
In the pantry in the kitchen on the third floor, behind the flour and the cans of tomato paste, I can hide myself away without anybody looking. I hold my precious book close to my chest as I squeeze into the small nook.
Nobody is looking, now's my chance! I shut the pantry door behind me and turn on the small pen light I always bring to these little escapes. My eyes fall upon the cover of my precious book, the latest in the series. A strong, tall man is carrying a beautiful women, with both of them dressed in Victorian attire. The embossed, golden lettering spells out the book's title:
“Lord Culleywan and I”
It is a riveting story! The young seamstress Noel has a chance meeting with the handsome and dashing Lord Culleywan and he falls in love with her in an instant. He heaps affection on her, usually while shirtless, and promises her titles and a bright future for her and her poor family. But wait, there's more! The equally dashing, but much more lecherous Baron Romano arrives and also declares his love for Noel. What will she do?!
I open the book. I'm very nearly toward the end now, and it is reaching the climax. Noel and Lord Culleywan are alone in the garden. The moon is shining, and he grabs her. He throws her down, and then what, and then what happens?!
My breath grows ragged, and my hands shake as I try to turn the page. My arm bumps a can of tomato paste, which falls off its stack and hits the door, making a loud clattering. I freeze. I hear the clicking of the maid's footsteps. They're right outside! I can't breathe! I can't make a single sound! They can't know about this!
…I spent the next half hour waiting for them to leave and in the end, I never finished the book....

>>21216700
Did we? I must have miscounted that last one. Oh well, we'll just do that one too, and count both flags as being raised.

Maybe I'll make a boxed lunch. I'm sure he'll appreciate it, since he always likes new foods. I bought a bunch of stuff to try. This time will be different, though! I won't leave it up to the maids.
I sneak into the kitchen and slip an apron on. Bringing out my ingredients, I check them to make sure they are all there. Passion fruit? Check. Plantains? Check. Corn Beef? Check. Guacamole? Double Check! That's everything!
Now...what to make? I can't think of anything! I've never cooked before!
I pace the kitchen for what seems like hours. My head hurts. What do I make?! I glance over the kitchen utensils until my eyes land on the blender.
That's it! I'll make a protein shake. There's protein in this, right?
Well, whatever. I cram the ingredients into the blender and force the lid shut. With a flip of a switch, the blades whirl, turning the food into a sickly green mash in a matter of seconds.
...Is this even food? I take a small amount of the sludge and taste it, just to be safe.
Ugh! It's awful! My eyes are watering, and my mouth feels like it wants to die. Ugh! Ugh! Water! I need water! Anything to get this out of my mouth. I rush to the sink and stick my mouth underneath the running faucet for a full minute.
Maybe...maybe I'll leave this to the maids from now on.

Great Job! Your choice of actions have determined Shychan's starting statistics. Statistics are relevant in chance based events.

Power: 3
Finesse: 4
Resistance: 3
Intellect: 4
Perception: 4

Because I screwed up and miscounted, you got all four increases, so good for you.

>>21216828
Neato

After finishing my morning routine, Charles readies the car outside. Well, it's less of a car and more like an armored limousine.
“Transportation is waiting for you, Miss Diana. I'm just about to call up the airport and have them ready the space and doors for us.”
Is he really going to make such a big deal about this? What will everyone think? Can't we just go there normally?
I do my best to muster my voice, “Um...maybe we can not take the car, today...um, please?”
Charles seems confused. “Did you want to take the helicopter? We can, of course, but I don't think your father would be pleased with it.”
No! No that's not what I meant at all! I shake my head furiously, my cheeks already on fire.
“Well then what would you propose, Miss Diana? We certainly aren't going to walk there.”
That's a good question. What is normal? I know there's a train that goes there, but I've never been on one before. After thinking on it for a minute, I gather my voice and practically shout...
[ ] "I want to take the train!"
[ ] "I'm sorry! The car is fine!"

>>21216870
[x] "I'm sorry! The car is fine!"

Let's not make more of a hassle

>>21216828
May I ask what raised what?

>>21216870
[x] "I'm sorry! The car is fine!"
Yeah, let's not cause any trouble.

>>21216215

What the hell happened in the Shy-chan thread anyway? I just hear a lot of rape comments, and it seems really fucked up to end your story with surprise rape. Especially when it's based on the spagetti-based commentary of someone about their group.

Also, take the car option.

>>21216962
Stats start at 2, except for power and resistance, which start at 1. (shychan has not trained these things prior)

Jogging: +1 Power, +1 Resistance, +1 Finesse
Training: +1 Power, +1 Resistance, +1 Finesse
Reading: +1 Intellect, +1 Perception
Cooking: +1 Intellect, +1 Perception

>>21217023
Surprise rape ending happened.

In the end, I decided to just take the car anyway. Well, it's fine. It isn't like it is the first time this happened. I sit in the back, nearly thirty feet away from Charles. Charles doesn't normally drive, but the normal chauffeur seems to have caught an illness suddenly. I push it out of my mind and think about today.
It's been forever since I've seen him, my best friend. When I heard he was going to go fight in the middle east, I thought I was going to just shrivel up. What if something happened to him? What if he never came back?
In retrospect, I know I was just being silly. He would be fine, just like he always has been. It was me who was scared to be alone. I'd never gone more than a few days without seeing him, and now it's been nearly five years. At first I could hardly get myself out of bed, but now...now I wonder if he'd be proud of me?
Lost in thought, I look out the window. I don't notice the incoming grenade until it is almost too late.

Wait, a grenade!?
I roll away from the window and cry out for Charles, but he can't hear me over the explosion. This vehicle was apparently used by banks before my father bought it and had it converted into a luxury car, but even so, the weapon smashes through the glass and spins our car off the road and into a fire hydrant.
I hear the horn go off and get up, brushing the broken glass off myself.
“Charles?”
I call out to him, but he doesn't answer. I climb over the seats.
“Charles, please...”
I keep crawling, but the horn keeps howling and Charles doesn't move.
“Charles! Charles!”
I hasten myself and finally reach the driver's seat.
“No...”
Charles' face is buried in the steering wheel. The airbags didn't deploy! Why didn't they open up?! I lean over and try to listen for breath. I don't hear anything for a few moments and then...a small gasp.
Yes! He's still breathing! I...I have to go get help! I push open the dented car's door and step out into the road. Strangely, there are no cars out. No people either. Where did everyone go?
I whip my head around, but when I do, a hand reaches around my face and covers my mouth. I try to scream, but the sound is muffled. I look up to see a man covered with strange tattoos. After a moment, I realize it is all one massive tattoo, a single pitch black oriental dragon coiling around his body. He is laughing, waving a long knife in his hand.
“I got her, boys!”
Several more men appear from the shadows, each carrying an assortment of weapons.
“Well, well, looks like we got the Clark's baby girl!”
He laughs and leans in.
“I wonder how much they'll pay to get her back...”
He sticks his tongue out. It's long and slimy. I can feel the blood drain from my face as he snakes it toward me. This...this is bad! In this situation, the only thing I can do is...

[ ] Fight!
[ ] Run away!

>>21217115
Oh no! Charles! And possibly also us!

Dammit, it's so obvious in retrospect. Take the unusual conveyance by chance and escape the assassination. If only we were more prone to whims!

>>21217181
Well, given how good we are at martial arts, I don't thnk we could take one guy, let alone a bunch of dudes and an elite guy.

[x] Run away!

>>21217191
You fell perfectly into my trap!

>>21217181
They expect us to try to run away, and we've seen what being predictable causes.

Fight.

Waiting on at least one more vote.

Fortune favors the bold, which does not describe shy-chan, leg it!

That's two for retreat and one for fight. Unless there's a turnabout while I'm formatting, that's what we're going for.

I have to run! I'm sorry Charles, but I can't do anything against this many. I'll get help, I'll come back for you, I promise!
I throw off the man's arm and run from the wreckage. It doesn't take long to get back into a populated area, but it's almost worse when I do. People keep bumping into me, jostling me, knocking me over! I can't build up any speed!
I try to talk to people, to get help, but they don't hear me. This street is too noisy, and my voice just won't listen to me when I'm this out of breath. I glance behind me, and I see the group converging.
They found me! I can't believe they found me that quickly. I try to run faster, but there's just too much stuff in the way. Too many people, too many vendors, too many cars and street lights and signs.
I can't make it. I dash across the street, nearly getting run over. The car's horn blares at me, and I freeze in terror. Then, suddenly, it's gone. How is that...

"I bet you're wondering, how is that possible?" It's the man with the dragon tattoo. I spin around to see him casually strolling down an empty street.

"Would you like to know? Maybe if you trade me a favor, I'll tell you..." Suddenly, he's on top of me. How did he close the distance that fast. His hand reaches out toward my chest...

>>21217565
Can we judo one guy before we run away? Just one?

>>21217613
No!
Instinctively, I grab his arm and slam my palm into his elbow. There is a wet popping noise, and his arm falls limp.
“Agh! You BITCH!”
He's more upset than stunned! His knife swings down at me impossibly fast! It's no good, I won't be able to dodge it!
“Miss Diana!”
A white gloved hand reaches out in front of me and the knife buries itself into the palm. Blood trickles down from it.
“Go! Run to the airport! It's not far, and it's nearly time! I will hold them here for as long as I can!”
Charles! You're okay! But I don't have time to celebrate. I start running.
I hear the sound of gunfire and the cursing of the dragon tattooed man, but I just keep running...

I nearly fall over from exhaustion when I reach the airport, but I think I finally lost them. I catch my second wind and walk into the airport. Even if those guys are still after me, there's no way they'd chase me here in front of all these people, right?
I make my way to the terminal, walking by the crowds of bustling people. All shapes and sizes are here today, and I feel a little lost even when I follow the signs. Terminal 5B. From Pakistan...That's odd, wasn't he deployed to Iraq? Oh well, it doesn't matter.
I make my way to the waiting area and take a seat. I'm still worried about Charles, but we'll go find him together after my friend arrives. Finally able to relax, I feel the strength draining from my body and nod off.
Ah...it's a pleasant dream. I'm in a garden. My friend is here, wearing old-fashioned, royal attire. The moon is shining brightly, and the stars are glittering with all the colors of the rainbow. He takes my hand, and my heart skips a beat.
“Diana,” he starts, his eyes full of emotion and sincerity, “You're coming with me.”
Wait...that last part. Wasn't his voice a little off? My eyes snap open, and I find myself looking into the face of the dragon-man from earlier.
“You heard me, you little bitch. Time for some payback.”
His arm still dangles at his side, but his face is deadly serious. His group, now much smaller, stands behind him. They're bloodied and bruised, but don't look like they're giving up in the slightest. I'm shocked. I can hardly move! This isn't the time to freeze up, though, I have to...
[ ] Find help
[ ] Make a stand!

>>21217763
[x] Find help

Our friend is here somewhere. We should try to find him and only fight if cornered.

>>21217763
[x]Find Help

Agreeing with the other guy in that fighting back should only be Diana's very last choice.

>>21217763
[x] Find help

>>21217763
[ ] Find help

I have to get away from these men. This is an airport! Where is the security?
I break away and try to run for the security booth. The people around be begin to vanish one by one. The shadows at at the walls grow larger, and begin to slither around and around. I hear their footsteps right behind me, and getting closer. How do they have this kind of stamina? Are they even human?! How is this happening!?
Whatever! It doesn't matter anymore! I can see the booth, I see the back of a chair! I make it to the security booth, and slam my hands on the glass, begging for whoever is in there to come out and help me! The chair spins, but there's no security officer inside.
Instead, all I see is the dragon-man. How did he beat me here? Where's the guard? The man steps outside of the booth, spinning a black revolver on his one good hand. “You know, you gave us a lot of trouble today. I didn't think a rich bitch like you had it in her.” He's just taunting me now, maybe I can use this chance to escape. I take a tentative step and... BANG! There's a smoking hole in the floor beside me. The tattooed man shakes his head at me in disgust while leveling the pistol at me.
“You just don't learn, do you? You can't get away from us.” He points to the dragon tattoo on his face. It's...moving?
"This is why nobody is coming to save you. It's my Dragonline: 'I Stand Alone'! I can control whether or not anything exists within 100 yards of myself."
That's impossible! Then that would mean...
"Yes, it's hopeless, useless! That old man caught me off guard, but there's no helping you now!"

>>21217979
On our own then.

This would satisfy that 'if cornered' condition from earlier.

"There's...nobody..."
"Yes! Nobody who'd lend you a hand exists within my personal world!"
I can't move. I have to move, but my body won't let me. I'm scared. I try to move one last time, but he cocks the hammer on his gun and I fall to my knees. I close my legs to keep from wetting myself in fear.
Am I going to die? Is he going to take me I can't stop shaking, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. No, I can't cry here! I can't see through the tears but I still hear him walking toward me.
“That's better. Just stay there...”
No, no! It can't end like this! I haven't even seen my friend again. I can't be taken here, by this awful man.
“Geez, all this trouble for one stupid little--” I hear a crunch, and a new figure enters my blurred vision...

I hardly had time to recover before the fight's over. I see him moving in slow motion, that man I admire. I don't know when he came in, but my first vision of him was a flying knee to the criminal's face. The dragon-man didn't have a chance. He's blown off his feet and sent flying all the way across the terminal, slamming into the glass overlooking the runway.
"H-how? 100 yards that fast...?" The dragon-man slides down the cracked glass, leaving a trail of blood.
His friends barely have time to react; the stranger is upon them before their boss can hit the ground. One blow sends three straight into the ceiling, a kick shatters the legs of four more. The entire gang is wiped out, piling upon the ground in a single heap as the man I was waiting for finally lands.
His back is turned to me, but I can tell it is him. That strength. That style of fighting. That confidence that shines like the sun. My mouth moves on its own, I didn't mean to say a thing but my body couldn't help but call out to him.
“Jim?” He turns to me, smiling. He glances at the dragon-man's broken arm and gives me a nod of approval. After a moment he speaks in his usual tone, like it's only been a day.
“I'm back.” I can't help it anymore. My cheeks flush, tears flow freely from my eyes. I try my best to wipe them away before looking back at him, and muster the courage to give a smile.
“Welcome home, Jim.”

END OF THE PRELUDE

This was a short scenario. I made it to sort of take the bitterness out of the end of actual Shychan Quest, but I hope you still liked it. Other sessions will be more lengthy, of course.

>>21218176

Well I'm sold. See you next time.

Just so you guys are aware, had Shychan fought, she would have been able to beat up most of the grunts over those two scenes, but would have gotten injured. This would have caused a chance roll to avoid the bullet that the tattooed guy shot.

>>21218258
Alright. Didn't really have a feel for our combat capabilities compared to a bunch of thugs, so erred on the side of caution.

Next session should be Wednesday Night, hopefully a bit earlier than we did today. Trying to keep it as one during the week and one during the weekend.

>>21218176
Thank you a whole bunch, I'm glad to see this getting continued, even if it's in a different way.

>>21218443
Hey, I liked Shychan so I figure I ought to do something cool with it. This prelude gives a bit of a hint as to where the first part of the story is going, so maybe that'll give you something to chew on till wednesday.

>>21218442

Wednesday is a good choice for something like this. There's not as many major CYOA games and Quest threads on weekday evenings.

Shychan needs to read more of that book. Soon.

I archived this thread. Would say to do it yourself, but you're likely asleep.

For future reference, this thread may be of interest to those who happen to come across this in the archives.

http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/21189273/

So Dragonlines = Stands in this