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"The bookstore will close in fifteen minutes," the voice comes over the speakers, jarring you out of your reading. His Cold, Unbeating Heart was just such an enrapturing read... you just have to know how the love story between Ellie and Damien ends. You scurry up to the register and buy the book, quickly squirreling it away in your bag before heading home... you hope your mom isn't too mad about you staying out so late. It shouldn't be too bad, right? You glance at your watch. You'll make it home just before ten, with a little luck and keeping a good clip walking.

Partway home, you get the strangest feeling that somebody's following you. You look around, worried, but don't see anyone; you decide to clutch your bag close and quicken your pace. As you glance over your shoulder again, you slam right into a guy you didn't see, sending you sprawling onto your backside on the ground. You groan in pain.

"Oh, shit," he says, leaning down. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," you mumble out. You're not good with strangers. You can feel your cheeks reddening already. You scramble to your feet, running off before he can even properly apologize.

His footsteps chase you, and a moment later, he taps you on the shoulder. You spin around, gripping your bag, ready to use it as a weapon.

"You dropped this," he says, handing you back your new copy of His Cold, Unbeating Heart.

"Th-thanks," you say, quickly snatching the book back from him and nervously stuffing it back in your bag.

"Hey, look, I know this is a little forward of me, but you're the cutest girl I've seen in town. Can I get your number? Just to talk, no pressure."

You swallow, letting your eyes work their way up his body... his muscular, lithe, gorgeous body. His handsome, pale face. His sweet, sympathetic smile.

>Apologize, make an excuse, but don't give him your number.
>Quickly scrawl a fake number out to make him go away.
>Give him your number.
>Write-in.
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>>36227142
>Write-in.
Blush heavily
"M-me..?" Look down at our feet, fidget "S-sorry, my parents told me not to trust strangers with that sort of information!"
Run.
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>>36227142
>Give him your number.
>Then scurry off.
>Then when we get home have a mild panic attack over what we just did.
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>>36227212
This
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>>36227212
This
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>>36227212
>>36227242
Mix of this.
>Blush heavily
>"M-me..?" Look down at our feet, fidget "S-sorry, my parents told me not to trust strangers with that sort of information!"
>Run.
Then
>Then when we get home have a mild panic attack over what we just did.
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>>36227142
>>Quickly scrawl a fake number out to make him go away.
Run girl, run!
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>>36227372
This. We can't just give ourselves to the first creepy bloke who calls us cute.
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>>36227284
this
maybe add some masturbation and then a good cry
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>>36227284
Sounds girly enough to vote for it
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OP ded?
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>>36227212
I'll support this.
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>>36227778
omfg it's not been 20 minutes.
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>>36227788
Actually it's been 31 minutes since you posted in the thread.
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Your cheeks burn hot as you stammer out a response, staring at your own feet. "I-I, um, m-my mom said- I shouldn't give out that information to strangers!" You turn and run, your feet pounding against the pavement as you rush home, the faint feeling of being watched never leaving you.

"What were you doing out so late, sweetie?" Your mom says when you get home, turning off the television as she does.

You're breathing heavily from your run home, so you sag down on the couch before replying. "I was, just, reading, a book," you manage to force out, wiping at your forehead. You reach into your bag, your shaky hands recovering a copy of His Cold, Unbeating Heart. "It's really good. I lost track of time."

"Oh, is it?" Your mother turns her head to read the spine, then her eyes lid in mild annoyance. "Another one?" She gives you a look.

You look at her, sheepishly. "I like the genre..." you mumble out.

"You have to start looking for a real boy at some point, sweetie," your mom says, patting you on the head. "They're much better, trust me." She gives you a sly smile as she does. "Now get to bed. You can finish it in the morning. Tomorrow's a school day, remember?"

You nod, put out, but obey, going up to your room, your heart still pounding a little from that chance encounter earlier. What was up with that guy? Ugh, you were such a dork, you totally freaked... urgh.

You wake up early enough that the sun still isn't out. You tumble out of bed, yawning as you get up.

You freeze. You see a person in the street, staring up at your window.

>Pretend you didn't notice them.
>Yell at them angrily.
>Rush out to attack them.
>Call the police.
>Investigate further.
>Write-in.
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>>36227778
we can only hope
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>>36227806
flash our tits
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>>36227806
>Write-in.
Just go get breakfast, not like people can't walk down the street and look up into windows after all.
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>>36227806
>Pretend you didn't notice them.
Surely he wasn't looking at us, we're a nobody!
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>>36227835
This
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>>36227835
Seconding this
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>>36227806
>Investigate further.
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>>36227806
>>Pretend you didn't notice them.

Man, we're totally gonna get eaten. Or have our vital fluids (and maybe the not-so-vital ones beforehand) drained.
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>>36227835
This
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Ahaha... you tug awkwardly at the collar of your shirt. It's... probably just some random stranger. Best not to get all weird about it. Ahahaha. Very safe. You take a nice, long shower; by the time you're through, the sun's risen, and a careful glance out the window shows that whoever it was has moved on.

Probably just some passerby. Maybe they heard you fall out of bed and it attracted their attention! Yeah. Yeah, that's it. That's definitely it.

You find you have little appetite, but you force yourself to eat a full breakfast anyway. You don't want to make your mother worry.

School is a dreary, lonely affair, as always. In between classes (and sometimes during them, when you think you can get away with it), you chip away at His Cold, Unbeating Heart, slowly working towards the climactic resolution of Ellie and Damien's heartwarming romance. It's so romantic... you sigh, wistfully, just thinking about it, as school ends.

>Head straight home.
>Go to the bookstore to pick up the ~sequel~ since you're so close to finishing HCUH
>There's a party at one of the popular student's house... they're supposed to be cool with just about anybody showing up, you could try to go there.
>Write-in.
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>>36228106
>There's a party at one of the popular student's house... they're supposed to be cool with just about anybody showing up, you could try to go there.
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>>36228106
>>There's a party at one of the popular student's house... they're supposed to be cool with just about anybody showing up, you could try to go there.
Lets grab the book if we don't like it.
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>>36228106
>>Go to the bookstore to pick up the ~sequel~ since you're so close to finishing HCUH

Hurrah. A binge reader NPC. This is nice.
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>>36228106
>>Go to the bookstore to pick up the ~sequel~ since you're so close to finishing HCUH
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>>36228106
>Go to the bookstore to pick up the ~sequel~ since you're so close to finishing HCUH
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>>36228137
>>36228144
It's never too late to turn your life around and become the life of the party
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>>36228106
>There's a party at one of the popular student's house... they're supposed to be cool with just about anybody showing up, you could try to go there.
Oh boy, this is just like ShindoL's emergence all over again!
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>>36228106
>>Go to the bookstore to pick up the ~sequel~ since you're so close to finishing HCUH
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>>36228106
>>There's a party at one of the popular student's house... they're supposed to be cool with just about anybody showing up, you could try to go there.
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>>36228106
>>There's a party at one of the popular student's house... they're supposed to be cool with just about anybody showing up, you could try to go there.
Live life on the wilder side
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It's Not My Fault I'm Not Popular:
>>36228150
>>36228166
>>36228181
>>36228195

It Won't Be My Fault I'm Not Popular:
>>36228137
>>36228144
>>36228184
>>36228189
>>36228215
>>36228267
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>>36228302

This isn't a vote:
>>36228184
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>>36228326
Doesn't matter.
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>>36228302
>dat choice text

Welp, someone prep pictures of adorable puppies. We're headed straight into social awkwardness trauma central on a Nippon bullet train with no breaks.
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>>36228332
Still worth pointing out to avoid future comments being interpreted as votes.
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You're not going to wallow in self-pity and loneliness forever! You're going to go to that party! You're going to make some friends, and you're going to become popular! Some total stranger thought you were the cutest girl in town, you can do it! You'll go home, finish off HCUH, get changed into some nice clothes, and go to the party!

* * *

You can't do it. You're standing in the corner, back against the wall, sipping at your sprite as you stare out at the partygoers, trying to will yourself into a conversation. You've been here an hour and you've exchanged two words with another person, and those were just asking for Sprite. You suck. You totally suck. You just... you need to get yourself together.

You're blindsided by the sudden appearance of that guy from earlier, the one who said you were the cutest girl in town. He places one of his hands on the wall as he practically looms over you, boxing you in. You take another nervous sip.

"Hey," he says, voice soft as velvet. "Fancy meeting you here." You give a tiny nod, staring into your cup as you drink from it. "I'm Lucian," he says, offering you his hand. Automatically, you take it. His hand is cold to the touch; probably from his drink. "I didn't catch your name."

"S-Susan," you reply, your voice a stammer.

"Well, Susan, this seems like the perfect opportunity for us to get to know one another better... I mean, if that's quite alright with you?"

>You guess you can talk to him... he is really hot, and he seems nice enough.
>No, you refuse to engage this guy. He may be sexy, and hot, and handsome, and nice, but that doesn't mean you're interested in him!
>Tell him you'll talk to him on one condition... [Write-in]
>Write-in.
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>>36228443
>Tell him you'll talk to him on one condition... [Write-in]
"Co...could you help me get into the party more...?"
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>>36228443
>You guess you can talk to him... he is really hot, and he seems nice enough.
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>>36228443
>>No, you refuse to engage this guy. He may be sexy, and hot, and handsome, and nice, but that doesn't mean you're interested in him!
Guy needs to learn how to take no for an answer.
We're gonna get eviscerated.
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>>36228488
>>36228443
This
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>>36228488
>>36228443
This. Just use the fucker for social leverage.
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>>36228443
>You guess you can talk to him... he is really hot, and he seems nice enough.
"w-what could go wrong?"
right?
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>>36228443
>>Tell him you'll talk to him on one condition... [Write-in]
DANCE!
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I can use him to make friends! Bwaahaha!
>>36228488
>>36228530
>>36228554

Smexy monster boys can talk to you anytime.
>>36228516
>>36228596

No means no except when it means "harder."
>>36228527

Dance.
>>36228616
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>>36227142
>OP pic is Sparkle McFagpants
What the hell is this?

>2000 ssedogy
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>>36228759
Read and find out
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"U-um, o-okay," you say, and his lips curl into a smile, "but on one condition..." He looks at you, expectantly. "H-help me talk to people? I-I came here to meet people, but, um..."

"You're having a little difficulty with it?" He gives you an indulgent smile as he repositions, you now at his side, one of his hands on your far shoulder. "Who do you want to meet?"

"I-I don't know," you mumble. "Somebody nice?"

"You saying I'm not?" You can feel your cheeks burning, and you gulp hard at your Sprite. "Relax, relax," he says, an easy smile on his lips. "I'm just playing with you." He takes a look across the room, finally picking out some target and walking you with him over to her. She's refilling her drink, and you don't think hers is non-alcoholic. "Hello," he says.

She turns around, and her eyes flutter when she lays her eyes on him, staring him up and down like a piece of meat. "Hellooo," she says, voice sultry, seductive.

"This is my friend Susan," he says, patting you on the shoulder.

"H-hi," you manage, giving a tiny wave.

"She's a little shy," he continues, "but she's a really sweet girl once you get to know her."

"Ah," the girl says, turning to you, "um, hi, Susan. I'm Theresa, but everyone calls me Terry." Her attention turns back to Lucian. "And you are?"

"Lucian."

>You don't like this girl, ask him to find you another.
>That was very nice of him... maybe you should try to get to know him better.
>Try to make friends with this girl.
>Write-in.
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>>36228831
>That was very nice of him... maybe you should try to get to know him better.
>Try to make friends with this girl.
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>>36228831
>Try to make friends with this girl.
>Write in
After that happens, we should ask him if he could introduce us to some guys.
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>>36228831
>>Try to make friends with this girl.

Pst. You want to help her look good. Be a good, err, wing-woman and she'll like you more.
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>>36228831
>>Try to make friends with this girl.
She's kinda a bitch. I like her.
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>>36228871
>>36228831
This.

Also, >>36228876
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>>36228831
>That was very nice of him... maybe you should try to get to know him better.
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>>36228902
>>36228871
This.
Even vampires can't escape the friend zone
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>>36228831
>That was very nice of him... maybe you should try to get to know him better.
>Try to make friends with this girl.
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>>36228806
I am. It's not helping my opinion in the slightest.
Is OP a twi-hard feminazi? I somehow get that impression.
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>>36228871
This, absolutely.
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>>36228989
>twi-hard feminazi
That's not even a thing.
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>>36228902
>>36228871
>>36228831
Second
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>>36228871
>>36228902
Fucking seconded.
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>>36228989
I think all of this is supposed to be innocent fun, anon.
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>>36228989
>Is OP a twi-hard feminazi?
Not really, but for some reasons when OP pitched his ideas for what quest to run next this one won out.
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>>36228989
>Is OP a twi-hard feminazi?
probably not, OP seems like a trustworthy QM
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>>36229005
no u
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>>36229044
Been a pretty chill dude so far
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>>36229041
Wait, is this awesome lonely pyro girl OP? If it is, why the hell did this win?
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Brutally friend zone him and/or try to set him up with Terry:
>>36228871
>>36228902
>>36228927
>>36229013
>>36229016
>>36228876

Friendly conversation:
>>36228870
>>36228957

He is nice after all...:
>>36228909

Friends with girl:
>>36228881

>>36229078
Who knows?
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Missed >>36229004 but it was for the winning option so it's good.
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>>36229090
Jesus fucking christ OP, these summary posts.
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>>36229078
Dunno.

One of the other options that almost won was the same thing as this one except the genders are switched and you play as the vampire instead.
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>>36229090
I mean, this is literally a twilight fan-fic. I hope you realise this.
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>>36229293
If OP had posted with a WoD image instead, you obnoxious faggots wouldn't even be here.
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>>36229293
it's not as if quest couldn't be successful while using something else as a base (and end up better than the source material)...
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>>36229293
And the last quest was elementary school Carrie from the perspective of the guy
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>>36229352
I still have fond memories of that first Five Nations quest based on Naruto.
Too bad all the follow-ups sucked and where abandoned by the OP.
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>>36229293
The only thing that made me look twice at this was Fagpire as the OP. I'm staying for the spagetti and telling creepy vampire man that he's creepy and we don't like him.

This is going to be hilarious.
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>>36229389
and i remember a pretty awesome shin megami tensei quest that lasted for about two threads before the OP disappeared completely
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https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1/status/534468013920358400

https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1/status/534468737588789248
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>>36229484
Well that's bullshit.
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>>36229482
Aside from quest that were intended to be short, like the ones OP makes, the only quests I've followed who have actually been completed were the two Valkyrian Mercs quests. At least as for as I recall.
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>>36229484
I'd say wait until next time really.
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>>36229484
>7 hours ban
it REALLY sounds like someone just wanted to ruin his QM session

he should try to appeal directly on irc
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>>36229516
At least OP offers a way to continue
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>>36229567
This could work
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he three of you wind up talking for a while, standing there, Lucian's hand always on your far shoulder. Terry's really knocking back the alcohol, while Lucian's not drinking anything at all, despite her attempts to work him into it.

"I have an... addictive personality," he notes. "Best not to risk it."

You just keep sipping at your cup. Despite your best efforts to convince Lucian to be interested in Terry, he seems rather bored with her. Almost annoyed at your constant attempts to try to turn the conversation back to her and away from you. After a while longer, Terry seems to start to get fed up, too, irritation writ large on her face. Finally, she pulls you away from Lucian, claiming that you need some "girl talk."

"Are you stupid?" She looks kind of angry.
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>>36229633
"N-n-no," you mumble out, your shoulders coming up, and she sighs, loudly.

"Okay, do you see Lucian?" You give Lucian a quick glance, then turn your attention back to Terry and nod, mutely. "Do you notice that he is hot as hell?" You nod again, not even thinking about it, and you blush really hard a second later. "And do you notice that he is constantly making eyes in your direction?"

"H-he, wha-"

Testing for that banned URL, full post does indeed contain one.
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>>36229651
>>36229633
"I know, I know," she interrupts, rubbing at her forehead. "It's hard sometimes, to notice. So here's a newsflash: that dude is interested in *you*, not me. Really interested. A fine piece of man like that?"

It was in that last paragraph
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>>36229703
>You don't understand. Since what?
>You're not that attractive. He can't be interested in you. You're sure Terry's mistaken.
>Ask if she can give you some advice.
>Write-in.
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>>36229749
>You don't understand. Since what?
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>>36229749
>>36229703
http://pastebin.com/tkEqNmDu
Contained the problem.
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>>36229703
>>36229703
>It was in that last paragraph
What is the autoban picking up?

I don't see anything in the last line that it could see as a bannable URL.
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>>36229749
>Ask if she can give you advice
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>>36229773
Seconding this.
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>>36229749
>Ask if she can give you some advice.
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>>36229800
See: >>36229792
Likely a hidden URL or somesuch
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>>36229840
Hidden url? How does that shit even happen?
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>>36229905
No idea. I recommend OP continues another time however.
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>>36229905
Maybe somebody spammed a URL containing a phrase in OP's sentence and it got put in the filter list.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 = Ask if she can give you some advice
2 = You don't understand. Since what?
Let's get this on the road.
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>>36230118
Hold a re-vote.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

Okay, after all the muddling we best start once more. Sorry, let me apologize on OPs behalf.
>>36229749
>You don't understand. Since what?
>You're not that attractive. He can't be interested in you. You're sure Terry's mistaken.
>Ask if she can give you some advice.
>Write-in.
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>>36230225
>You don't understand. Since what?
>You're not that attractive. He can't be interested in you. You're sure Terry's mistaken.
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>>36230253
I hope he's a stalker who tries to murder us. I've always enjoyed those kind of stories, where the hot guy IS actually the horrible predator you've been warned to stay away from.
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>>36230225
>You don't understand. Since what?
Maybe it'd be best to try again later. Or OP could have reset their router.
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>>36230225
>write-in
Tear up, she's obviously making fun of you.
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>>36230225
>You don't understand. Since what?
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"I-I don't understand. Since what?"

"You know," she says, making a little gesture in your direction. "I don't want to be rude."

"I-I really don't know what you're talking about," you repeat, brow furrowing.

She rolls her eyes and sighs. "Really? You have *no idea* what I'm talking about?" You shake your head. "You're..." she bites her tongue, looking you up and down. "Not the prettiest girl. And you're kind of a little..." she wiggles her hand awkwardly from side to side, "odd? Skittish. Skittish, that's the word. More than a little, really".

You curl up on yourself, your cheeks burning a hot red, your eyes starting to water, and she reaches out, swatting you on the side of the arm.

"Hey! I'm only saying this because you asked! Don't get all mopey and depressed on me," she chides. "Point is, he's interested, lots of guys wouldn't be. Go for it, you idiot."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," she hisses, "when he puts his arm around you, lean into him. Put your hand on his thigh. Blush. Smile. Laugh at his jokes. Pretend to be interested in what he's talking about. Shouldn't be that hard, he seems pretty interesting. Then keep doing it until you're going steady, which should take maybe thirty minutes, given the looks he keeps giving you. I'm not playing cupid any more, and I'm not wasting my time with somebody who's got eyes for another." She walks off, leaving you suddenly alone.

>Chase after her, you can't do this alone!
>Go back to Lucian, tell him that Terry left.
>Go back to Lucian, try to show you're interested in him.
>Write-in.
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>>36230711
>Go back to Lucian, tell him that Terry left.
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>>36230711
>Write-in.
Go back to Lucian, blush heavily and ask if what Terry said is true or not
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>>36230711
>wirte-in
>Go back to Lucian, tell him you want to leave (with him)
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>>36230711
>>36230752
This
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>>36230711
>>36230752
Second. Also, ask him how to pretty ourself up
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>>36230711
>>Go back to Lucian, tell him that Terry left.
MAXIMUM OBLIVIOSITY
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>>36230796
This. Let's not throw ourselves at him, guys.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

1= Go back to Lucian, tell him that Terry left
2 = "Go back to Lucian, blush heavily and ask if what Terry said is true or not
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

You manage to stagger back to Lucian, who tilts his head when he realizes you're alone. Your cheeks are practically on fire as you sit down next to him, your hands wrapped tightly around each other in your lap.

"What's up? Where'd Terry go?"

"U-um, sh-she went somewhere else..." you stumble over your words. "She- she thinks you're, y'know, um, interested in me. Is that true?"

He looks at you for a long second, then reaches out, gently pulling your hair away from the side of your face until it's tucked behind your ear. "I don't say 'you're the cutest girl in town' to just every girl, Susan," he whispers, his voice silky smooth, his breath cool in your ear. He's so close, you can practically feel his lips against you. He pulls away a little. "I want to get to know you better." He puts one (cold, very cold) hand on your chin, pulling you to face him. "You seem very, very sweet." You're practically unable to move as he reaches up, tucking the rest of your hair behind your ear again. He leans forward, sniffing at you audibly, clearly enjoying your scent. His mouth starts to come closer and closer to your neck.

>This is too much, too fast! Push him off, run home!
>Terry was right, there's no way you're getting any guy better than him interested in him. Go for it, let him start necking you! Maybe you'll get a hot, sexy boyfriend out of it.
>You're not that kind of girl. You like things slower. Try to tell him as much.
>Write-in.
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>>36231200
>You're not that kind of girl. You like things slower. Try to tell him as much.
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>>36231200
>This is too much, too fast! Push him off, run home!
>You're not that kind of girl. You like things slower. Try to tell him as much.
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>>36231200
>Terry was right, there's no way you're getting any guy better than him interested in him. Go for it, let him start necking you! Maybe you'll get a hot, sexy boyfriend out of it.
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>>36231224
>>36231200
This
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>>36231224
>>36231200
Second
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>>36231200
>Terry was right, there's no way you're getting any guy better than him interested in him. Go for it, let him start necking you! Maybe you'll get a hot, sexy boyfriend out of it.

take him before another guy tries to have him!
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>>36231224
This
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>>36231200
Tell him you are not that kind of girl
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>>36231200
>You're not that kind of girl. You like things slower. Try to tell him as much.
>This is too much, too fast! Push him off, run home!
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>>36231200
>>Terry was right, there's no way you're getting any guy better than him interested in him. Go for it, let him start necking you! Maybe you'll get a hot, sexy boyfriend out of it.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

"N-no!" You half-shout, desperately pushing against him. He's so cold, and so strong; for a moment when you push back against him nothing happens, then he suddenly gives way, and you push him away. "I'm, I'm not that kind of girl," you stammer out. It's a bit of a scene already, and you're sure you're bright red from everyone looking at you.

"Susan," he says, voice soft, tentative, patient. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. Please, calm down."

You feel so embarrassed... everyone's looking at you, at the scene you made by freaking out like this... you get up and run off, slamming the door shut behind you, your feet pounding the pavement as you scamper off. At some point on the way home you realize you're crying, and you hurriedly wipe away the tears. Everything sucks.

When you reach home, your mother greets you. When she sees the look on your face - tear stains, red eyes, and more, you're sure - she pulls you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

>Tell her you're fine, go to your room.
>Tell her you made an idiot of yourself at a party.
>Tell her this guy pushed you too hard, too fast, and you freaked.
>Write-in.
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>>36231616
>>Tell her you made an idiot of yourself at a party.
Why did you even go in the first pkacr
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>>36231616
>Tell her you made an idiot of yourself at a party.
Go upstairs and sulk
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>>36231616
>Tell her you're fine, go to your room.
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>>36231616
Real guys suck mom, you were wrong
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>>36231616
>Tell her you made an idiot of yourself at a party.
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"I made an idiot of myself at a party," you mumble out.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sure it's not as bad as you think," she says, patting your cheeks.

"I was trying to make friends, but I just freaked out, and everybody was looking at me, and- and- God I fucked up, and tomorrow everybody at school will know, and it'll be a huge thing... at least before I could fade into the background... now I'm going to be a huge loser who everybody makes fun of..."

"Sweetie, I'm sure it's not as bad as all that." She kisses your forehead, then spins you around. "Why don't you go up to your room, I'll bring you up some ice cream and we can have some girl talk, okay?" You nod, sniffling, and do as she says, sitting down on your bed, curled into a ball.

You're interrupted by the door to your room opening, your mother and- Lucian?! You pull up the sheets over your head, hiding yourself from sight, as though that would make this any less embarrassing.

"Sweetie, Lucian here wanted to come apologize and reassure you, and I thought it would be best if I let him. He seems like a very nice young man."

"Thank you, ma'am," Lucian says. "You're a very understanding woman, and I appreciate you letting me come speak to your daughter."

"See? Very polite. Now tell her what you told me," she adds, a sudden, slight edge to her voice.

"Susan, I think you're a wonderful girl, and I didn't mean to push you. I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do, so if you ever feel uncomfortable with something I say or do, feel free to just say what it is, and I'll stop."

>Why did he have to try to neck you?
>Accept his apology and ask him to leave. You were going to have ice cream with your mother.
>Accept his apology and invite him to stay. He can eat with you and your mom if he wants to.
>Write-in.
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>>36232012
>Why did he have to try to neck you?
>Accept his apology and invite him to stay. He can eat with you and your mom if he wants to.
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>>36232012
>Why did he have to try to neck you?
>Accept his apology and ask him to leave. You were going to have ice cream with your mother.
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>>36232012
>You turning up to my house makes me uncomfortable and creeped the fuck out. Next time you go to a girls house get her permission to be there
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>>36232077
>>36232073
>>36232012
This
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>>36232012
>Why do you even know where I live?
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>>36232073
>>36232077
A combination of this and this would be perfect. We have to accept the apology so that he doesn't eat our mom, but also set some boundaries, because he's creepy as fuck.
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>>36232122
What about eating out mom?
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>>36232135
Go back to /d/ you /d/eviant
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>>36232012
>Accept his apology and invite him to stay. He can eat with you and your mom if he wants to.
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You pop your head out from under the blankets and look at Lucian. "Why did you t-try to... you know..." you trail off.

"I'm sorry," he says, looking shame-faced. "I was- I thought you would be receptive. I assumed your silence was because of ordinary anxiety, not fear. Obviously I read the situation wrong, and I apologize profusely for that."

"Wait," your mom says, turning to Lucian, "did you-"

"Try to kiss your daughter? Yes. That's all I did, ma'am, and I had no intentions of pushing her any further. We were in a crowded room," he assuages.

Your mother eyes him warily, but decides to let it go. "I-I accept your apology, I guess," you say. "But... um... why are you here?"

"To apologize," he says, blank-faced.

"No, why do you know where I live?"

He seems... taken aback by that question. "You must've mentioned it at some point."

"I'm pretty sure I didn't," you reply, inching slowly away from him. Your mother's expression changes, eying Lucian with suspicion.

"Then I don't know," he says. "Somebody must've told me at some point. How else could I be here? It's not like I could follow you all the way from the party without you noticing."

"I-I didn't invite you here," you stammer, sudden worry creasing your face. "This is really- you shouldn't be here. You definitely shouldn't be here."

"Sorry, sorry," he says, bowing, backing away. "I was just- I really do feel awful, and I wanted to apologize. That's all. I'll go."

He quickly backs out of the room, your mother following him out, one hand on his back, and not in a very friendly way. She locks him out before coming back up to you with two mini-cartons of ice cream. "Ice cream?" She asks, a forced smile on her face.

>Tell her you can't believe she invited that creep into her house!
>Tell her you're sorry for making her have to deal with your problems.
>Just eat the ice cream and talk about something else.
>Write-in.
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>>36232493
>Tell her you're sorry for making her have to deal with your problems.
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>>36232493
>Tell her you're sorry for making her have to deal with your problems.
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>>36232493
>Tell her you can't believe she invited that creep into her house!
>Eat the ice cream too, though
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>>36232493
>>Tell her you can't believe she invited that creep into her house!
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 = Tell her you're sorry for making her have to deal with your problems
2 = Tell her you can't believe she invited that creep into her house!
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

"Sorry for making you have to deal with my problems," you say with a sniffle.

"It's okay, sweetie," your mom says, rubbing your back as she puts a mini-carton of ice cream and a spoon in your lap. "Sorry for inviting him in. He seemed like a very nice boy. I didn't realize you didn't know him that well."

"It's okay," you mumble out, spooning delicious mint chocolate chip ice cream into your mouth. "You didn't know."

Your mother sighs, then elbows you. "But, hey, he did seem to like you. And he's a hell of a hunk," she adds. Then she lowers her face a bit, pausing in thought. "You've just got to... you know. Train him a little."

"I don't really want to talk about him... can we talk about something else?"

"Sure, sweetie," your mom says, patting you on the head. "How about that book you're reading? My Cold, Unfeeling Heart?"

"It's His Cold, Unbeating Heart, mom!"

You and your mother chat the night away. When you go to sleep, you don't even notice the figure lurking outside your window, watching you.

>END OF CHAPTER

Twitter: https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1

Sorry about the weird bullshit. Thanks to Hexer for the help running. Any comments? Complaints? Suggestions?
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>>36232955
>"How about that book you're reading? My Cold, Unfeeling Heart?"
Hah. Hilarious.
Wait, it was Hexer?
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>>36232955
thanks for running against all odds, and thanks to hexer for helping
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>>36232955
I wish people came to me for help like they do to you Hexer.
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>>36232955
Err. I felt like it was going a bit fast, that's all I can say. Then again, I suppose that's the sort of atmosphere that makes this quest.
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>>36233060
What do you mean? It's all a thing about convergence of time and location, I'm pretty sure that's got precious little to do with me.
>>36233040
>>36233040
My pleasure.
>>36233000
Indeed.
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>>36233280
People seem to rely on you. Which kind of makes me jealous, Not that I wasn't already jealous admittedly
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>>36233362
I see... kind of. Oh boy.......for what?
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>>36233405
Writing, popularity, general success overall. Where I had once failed you've succeeded tremendously. I don't know, that sort of thing leaves a guy with a bit of a prick in his heart.
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>>36233533
>I don't know, that sort of thing leaves a guy with a bit of a prick in his heart.
;_; Sorry you're feeling that way. Try again.
>Writing,
Shit.
> popularity, general success overall
I'll give you that...
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>>36233594
If I could try again there wouldn't be a problem. If I rose to face my problems again, again and again, it'd work. I wouldn't be near you, but I could build.

Though, it seems I am cursed to mediocrity. Where I fail I stop. When I stop I divert and never return. And such my life as been.

And due to that too, I find myself with a lack of care and simple emptiness. And shitty blog posts on Internet message boards to people I will never know, or be known by.

Anyway, see you later Hexer.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36233725
...well, ouch.
> If I rose to face my problems again, again and again, it'd work. I wouldn't be near you, but I could build.
Bluh, I feel the same wen I read something by Soma or Diarca. Know where you are with this.
>Anyway, see you later Hexer.
See you, may the light of fortune shine upon your path.
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>>36233725
>>36233533
>>36233362
>>36233060
Librarian? NORG? Kal?
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>>36233806
You too.

>>36233911
All of them are better in their own ways.
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>>36233988
>>36233988
T-twen?
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>>36234037
If it is then he needs to hurry the fuck up and start running SEQ again, its more than halfway through November damn it and he said he'd be back.
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fuck off with your twilight shit
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>>36236345
I won't.



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