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W5 PLAYER CYOA - Daigo, Eupha, Saber, Wisadel
fist fist fist fist
[ Good morning everybody! At some point you realise you've found yourself in a strange place. Welcome to Donk City, a totally radical and awesome 80's style cyber-punk vapourwave-type city that vaguely reminds you of Chicago but not in the best ways. The Bean is probably somewhere.
You've lived lives here. Behold them. ]
[ You wake up feeling fresh as fuck on this brand new morning with your lives in tow, memories bizarre, and pockets empty outside of what your Donk AUs have given you. There seems to be a bit of commotion on the streets, and the old brick-style tellies are trying to pick up on the hottest new goss. You can talk a bit amongst yourselves and get situated before we start sending you along! ]
You've lived lives here. Behold them. ]
SABER - KUNG FURY
You were once a normal big-city cop. You were partnered with another cop, Lucas—someone you were quite close to and looked up to a lot. They were your mentor, as well as your partner. Your ment-ner. You did everything together. In no time, you were a first-rate officer… as long as you were with them.
One day you were both assigned to a massive case. A Kung Fu Master (KFM) was on the run, and you were to apprehend him. After a grueling chase, you finally corner the KFM in an alleyway and cuff him. A job well done! Your ment-ner was proud of you.
"I'm proud of you," Lucas said. "You're like a [son/daughter] to me."
Then everything fell apart. Literally. You witnessed your partner be split in half in the blink of an eye. You could tell he was dead, straight off. The KFM had pulled out a hidden sword and murdered your ment-ner in the middle of your awesome bonding moment.
You were filled with hurt. It was partially because of the death of your ment-ner. It was also partially because you got bit by a magic cobra, and also because you were struck by lightning. In that instant you saw beyond the fabric of reality, peered into visions of countless Xiaolin temples where you witnessed the birth of a prophecy: the heralding of the true Kung Fury. You received unfathomable power and instantaneously became a master of martial arts. You turn the tables on the fugitive KFM and deliver a powerful martial punch to his balls, obliterating him instantaneously. You took a memento from the scene, something to remember this moment forever by.
Ever since then you have used your powers for good, becoming a vigilante cop acting in the interest of the greater good and destroying fiends who would threaten the safety of Donk City.
You receive:
KUNG FU MASTERY: Nobody knows kung fu better than you.
A MEMENTO: You'll never forget (you can choose what this is).
SUPER-STRENGTH: You can lift harder than anyone else.
One day you were both assigned to a massive case. A Kung Fu Master (KFM) was on the run, and you were to apprehend him. After a grueling chase, you finally corner the KFM in an alleyway and cuff him. A job well done! Your ment-ner was proud of you.
"I'm proud of you," Lucas said. "You're like a [son/daughter] to me."
Then everything fell apart. Literally. You witnessed your partner be split in half in the blink of an eye. You could tell he was dead, straight off. The KFM had pulled out a hidden sword and murdered your ment-ner in the middle of your awesome bonding moment.
You were filled with hurt. It was partially because of the death of your ment-ner. It was also partially because you got bit by a magic cobra, and also because you were struck by lightning. In that instant you saw beyond the fabric of reality, peered into visions of countless Xiaolin temples where you witnessed the birth of a prophecy: the heralding of the true Kung Fury. You received unfathomable power and instantaneously became a master of martial arts. You turn the tables on the fugitive KFM and deliver a powerful martial punch to his balls, obliterating him instantaneously. You took a memento from the scene, something to remember this moment forever by.
Ever since then you have used your powers for good, becoming a vigilante cop acting in the interest of the greater good and destroying fiends who would threaten the safety of Donk City.
You receive:
A MEMENTO: You'll never forget (you can choose what this is).
SUPER-STRENGTH: You can lift harder than anyone else.
EUPHAUSIA ETOREIKA - HACKERMAN
You used to be an ordinary salaryWOman. You spent a lot of your time staring into computer screens, refining scary numbers for a company that didn't appreciate your talent. You were a sleuth at the keyboard and really, really good at cleaning up those scary numbers. It was a solidly average sort of life. You weren't happy, but you weren't unhappy either.
It all changed one day at the office. You signed in for work one day to read an e-mail you got from the company. "Good morning," it read. "There is a bug going around the company. Take care not to catch it as you complete your tasks today. Please note that the CEO is out of office today due to concerns of the aforementioned bug."
You were up to date with your shots, because you are a very responsible member of society and most definitely have health insurance provided by this company. You figured you should be okay. That was until the hour leading up to your lunch break when your numbers suddenly started looking extra-scary. You realise, perhaps a moment too late, that it is because it was not numbers, but it was actually a code-spider on your screen. It was the bug, and it was extremely literal. You couldn't move fast enough and you were bitten by the code-spider. For a moment, you see the world as it truly is: nothing but a pile of code strung together in serendipity, numbers weaving infinity. And where there are numbers, there is change.
"Euphausia! What are you doing? Go back to looking at scary numbers!"
Your supervisor, Edeni, was yelling at you because you had stood up on your desk without realising it. You notice how messy his coding is. He doesn't even have any line breaks. And you WORK for this poser?
"Screw this! I quit!"
You quit your job on the spot and teach yourself how to hack via the Internet. You also become incredibly fast at typing. That's just something the code-spider did to you. It doesn't mean that what you type is necessarily legible, but that doesn't change the fact that nobody can keysmash quicker than you can. You tell yourself that you will fix the bugs of reality and make the world a better place.
You receive:
HACKING: The fabric of reality is held together via spaghetti code. You can make minor alterations to your surroundings or others through the power of CMD.
90'S COMPUTER KEYBOARD: It makes nice sounds and is built like a brick.
DVD SHURIKEN: A dozen-pack of Supernatural on DVD.
It all changed one day at the office. You signed in for work one day to read an e-mail you got from the company. "Good morning," it read. "There is a bug going around the company. Take care not to catch it as you complete your tasks today. Please note that the CEO is out of office today due to concerns of the aforementioned bug."
You were up to date with your shots, because you are a very responsible member of society and most definitely have health insurance provided by this company. You figured you should be okay. That was until the hour leading up to your lunch break when your numbers suddenly started looking extra-scary. You realise, perhaps a moment too late, that it is because it was not numbers, but it was actually a code-spider on your screen. It was the bug, and it was extremely literal. You couldn't move fast enough and you were bitten by the code-spider. For a moment, you see the world as it truly is: nothing but a pile of code strung together in serendipity, numbers weaving infinity. And where there are numbers, there is change.
"Euphausia! What are you doing? Go back to looking at scary numbers!"
Your supervisor, Edeni, was yelling at you because you had stood up on your desk without realising it. You notice how messy his coding is. He doesn't even have any line breaks. And you WORK for this poser?
"Screw this! I quit!"
You quit your job on the spot and teach yourself how to hack via the Internet. You also become incredibly fast at typing. That's just something the code-spider did to you. It doesn't mean that what you type is necessarily legible, but that doesn't change the fact that nobody can keysmash quicker than you can. You tell yourself that you will fix the bugs of reality and make the world a better place.
You receive:
90'S COMPUTER KEYBOARD: It makes nice sounds and is built like a brick.
DVD SHURIKEN: A dozen-pack of Supernatural on DVD.
DAIGO DOJIMA - TRICERACOPS
It's the accent, isn't it?
You receive:
DIPLOMACY: People are slightly more willing to hear you out.
GLOCK: Justice incarnate. And there is no limit to justice (bullets).
DINOSAUR: You are a dinosaur. How literal this is is up to you.
You receive:
GLOCK: Justice incarnate. And there is no limit to justice (bullets).
DINOSAUR: You are a dinosaur. How literal this is is up to you.
WIŠ'ADEL - BARBARILLA
You've always loved the digital countryside. It's where you grew up after all, living your silly viking life and raising dinosaurs. You look back on those days with fondness. Every morning you woke up early to hunt giant squids for their legs to feed your precious lizards, because buying omelettes was too expensive (egg prices, you know how it is). Every evening you would help keep them fit by playing Meerca Chase, participating in local clean-ups to earn enough money to buy magical viking paintbrushes that made your dinosaurs look super colourful and awesome.
Your hobby was showing off your prized dinosaurs at the national Dineopets Trophy Show. You were very proud of them and loved seeing them appreciated of course, but you also had another goal in mind. You had to trounce your rival. You think their name was something like Gabiel or Gavin or whatever but you mostly simply knew them as "the Tool", because they didn't deserve to have a name. The fight was close every time, but you always edged out a win. Something you were very smug about.
Today, things seemed different. The Tool seemed awfully confident, but you equaled that to their insufferable fucker ego. You always won in the end and you knew this time would be no different. The inspection time came and you sent off your best dinosaur to the frontlines to show off.
Then, something unimaginable happened. Under the hot lights of the show, the paint started melting off! No! You paid about a two-dozen cart of eggs' worth for that!
You suffered a humiliating disqualification. You were despairing over how such a thing could happen. This championship show was supposed to be your ticket to retirement. As you Arrested Development Sad Walk out of the venue, you notice something. A receipt fallen outside of the Tool's waiting room for fake paintbrushes that they bought from the Hell Store (they changed their name to Spencers since, because apparently the Hell Store wasn't really customer-friendly).
"That tool!" you exclaimed.
You knew what you had to do. You had to change reality itself and stop the Tool from going to the Hell Store and buying the paintbrushes he needed to sabotage you in the first place. You set out with what you need, determined in your new mission…
You receive:
MACHINE GUN: What do you want me to say. That it's fucking awesome? Because it is.
TRADITIONAL HORN: For calling a friend (dinosaur) in the time of your need.
VIKING HELM: Which is also fucking awesome. It protects your noggin.
Your hobby was showing off your prized dinosaurs at the national Dineopets Trophy Show. You were very proud of them and loved seeing them appreciated of course, but you also had another goal in mind. You had to trounce your rival. You think their name was something like Gabiel or Gavin or whatever but you mostly simply knew them as "the Tool", because they didn't deserve to have a name. The fight was close every time, but you always edged out a win. Something you were very smug about.
Today, things seemed different. The Tool seemed awfully confident, but you equaled that to their insufferable fucker ego. You always won in the end and you knew this time would be no different. The inspection time came and you sent off your best dinosaur to the frontlines to show off.
Then, something unimaginable happened. Under the hot lights of the show, the paint started melting off! No! You paid about a two-dozen cart of eggs' worth for that!
You suffered a humiliating disqualification. You were despairing over how such a thing could happen. This championship show was supposed to be your ticket to retirement. As you Arrested Development Sad Walk out of the venue, you notice something. A receipt fallen outside of the Tool's waiting room for fake paintbrushes that they bought from the Hell Store (they changed their name to Spencers since, because apparently the Hell Store wasn't really customer-friendly).
"That tool!" you exclaimed.
You knew what you had to do. You had to change reality itself and stop the Tool from going to the Hell Store and buying the paintbrushes he needed to sabotage you in the first place. You set out with what you need, determined in your new mission…
You receive:
TRADITIONAL HORN: For calling a friend (dinosaur) in the time of your need.
VIKING HELM: Which is also fucking awesome. It protects your noggin.
[ You wake up feeling fresh as fuck on this brand new morning with your lives in tow, memories bizarre, and pockets empty outside of what your Donk AUs have given you. There seems to be a bit of commotion on the streets, and the old brick-style tellies are trying to pick up on the hottest new goss. You can talk a bit amongst yourselves and get situated before we start sending you along! ]
[ well okay.
the big city cop in saber is still in there, i suppose, so when they hear commotion they will go! they are holding onto their trusty memento which is a (looks at smudged writing) old snoopy doll because it was found in an alley.
they walk up to whoever is close by who also looks nosy. ]
Do you know what's happening here?
the big city cop in saber is still in there, i suppose, so when they hear commotion they will go! they are holding onto their trusty memento which is a (looks at smudged writing) old snoopy doll because it was found in an alley.
they walk up to whoever is close by who also looks nosy. ]
Do you know what's happening here?
Edited 2025-03-17 01:14 (UTC)
[ i'm going to disappoint everyone and say daigo is not a literal dinosaur, but he is a dinosaur in spirit (old). he is also, somehow, wearing something like any of these but i'm too intimidated to photoshop that. maybe somehow all five at once. he's a big guy. ]
No.
[ idk what a dinosaur accent sounds like. ]
No.
[ idk what a dinosaur accent sounds like. ]
[ i guess eupha's just out here with a keyboard held in front of her with a harness. i will grab a fit shortly. she does look nosy, as she is watching the commotion with interest and a little bit of alarm! ]
I am afraid not. Perhaps we should get closer?
[ if no one stops us, then she will go closer. do the tellies say anything relevant... ]
I am afraid not. Perhaps we should get closer?
[ if no one stops us, then she will go closer. do the tellies say anything relevant... ]
[ The tellies are talking about how the road seemed to suddenly collapse-explode ('implode?' no, I said what I said) at the intersection of. Looks at writing on hand. Fifth and Main. Unknown things are crawling out of the ensuing crack in the asphalt, attacking civilians! Damn, where's your taxpayer dollars going. For THIS?
There's also other strange news, like how there's chaos at the arcade center due to the machines going rogue. There is a crazy person at the Bean, harassing tourists. There is a cat stuck in a tree in Donk Park. Things are always happening in Donk City but this does seem a tad unusual even for your standards. ]
There's also other strange news, like how there's chaos at the arcade center due to the machines going rogue. There is a crazy person at the Bean, harassing tourists. There is a cat stuck in a tree in Donk Park. Things are always happening in Donk City but this does seem a tad unusual even for your standards. ]
[ hmmm. interesting interesting. all of these are things saber knows what they are for this au. ]
... this is strange. I am going to go investigate.
[ with their snoopy.
but without waiting to hear what the others say because they just met the other three five seconds ago, saber will rush over to fifth and main. bye. ]
... this is strange. I am going to go investigate.
[ with their snoopy.
but without waiting to hear what the others say because they just met the other three five seconds ago, saber will rush over to fifth and main. bye. ]
[ well that stranger has things handled at the collapse-explosion, so daigo walks off to go do something else. goodbye.
this takes him in the direction of the bean, where presumably there is in fact a crazy person harassing tourists. wild! let's see what happens. ]
this takes him in the direction of the bean, where presumably there is in fact a crazy person harassing tourists. wild! let's see what happens. ]
[ You come to the arcade and well. Immediately obvious is the arcade machine shooting lasers at the surroundings, fucking everything up.
Wyd. ]
Wyd. ]
[ Wow welcome to Donk Park! It's pretty big. The telly did not tell you exactly which tree this cat is supposedly stuck in. It's a pretty peaceful time, based on an overall first look. I'm going to say on a whimsy that it's somewhat like this so you're not that far from the Bean actually. Puts you up in Maggie Daley Park for no real reason.
Wyd, I guess you could just have a nice park walk. ]
Wyd, I guess you could just have a nice park walk. ]
[ here it is... the bean
there is a indeed a crazy guy harassing tourists here! it's a dude in a trenchcoat with his face obscured by a fancy hat and a scarf... and he's yelling about armageddon? or something, it seems like your typical end of the world doomer. only, the bean is... sparkling? it's more sparkly than normal.
strange. what do. ]
there is a indeed a crazy guy harassing tourists here! it's a dude in a trenchcoat with his face obscured by a fancy hat and a scarf... and he's yelling about armageddon? or something, it seems like your typical end of the world doomer. only, the bean is... sparkling? it's more sparkly than normal.
strange. what do. ]
[ these things are wild. they kind of resemble wacky inflatable tube men? they have huge bugged out eyeballs and waving noodle arms.
you're a freelance detective cop though, so honestly? this is nothing for you. when saber punches one of the dudes, it makes a sound like a balloon popping, and explodes. you are now covered in confetti. this is great power... a random citizen off to the side gasps.
but there are even more crawling out of the sewers, yelling PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! and they seem like they're getting ready to pounce. there's seven of them, advancing from all different sides. ]
you're a freelance detective cop though, so honestly? this is nothing for you. when saber punches one of the dudes, it makes a sound like a balloon popping, and explodes. you are now covered in confetti. this is great power... a random citizen off to the side gasps.
but there are even more crawling out of the sewers, yelling PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! and they seem like they're getting ready to pounce. there's seven of them, advancing from all different sides. ]
[ She can use her third eye to HACK INTO THE MAINFRAME... she notices that there is something distinctly off about this arcade machine. Instead of binary numbers, everything is coming up sixes. Huh!
It fires a laser into a car, blowing it up in a totally awesome way. It turns around. Its screen spells out, in pixel letters, FUCK YOU. ]
It fires a laser into a car, blowing it up in a totally awesome way. It turns around. Its screen spells out, in pixel letters, FUCK YOU. ]
[ saber just shakes some of the confetti off, and it flies off in different directions... it looks like a neat shampoo commercial... sort of.
saber observes their attackers, before they move to pounce first, trying to punch at as many of them as they can. ]
saber observes their attackers, before they move to pounce first, trying to punch at as many of them as they can. ]
[ the dude in the trenchcoat makes a noise that sounds like a squeak. or a lot of squeaks? it's probably a lot of squeaks. and then he clears his throat and turns a floppy sleeve in daigo's direction. the way they turn is very unsteady. like perhaps this dude is not used to legs. ]
You can't shut me up, pig! The end is nigh! He is coming!
[ the poor tourists just kind of wobble off looking confused... they just wanted to look at the bean, and now everything is ruined. ]
You can't shut me up, pig! The end is nigh! He is coming!
[ the poor tourists just kind of wobble off looking confused... they just wanted to look at the bean, and now everything is ruined. ]
[ she points to herself like... fuck me? is it saying that to her? to the world? why is this machine so angry? maybe because its binary is actually a septenary? what a tragic affliction. ]
I am sorry... Please, let me help you.
[ she'll start typing madly on her hacker keyboard!!! can she try to flip those sixes back to ones and zeroes? ]
I am sorry... Please, let me help you.
[ she'll start typing madly on her hacker keyboard!!! can she try to flip those sixes back to ones and zeroes? ]
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