Build your own adventure

[robinbloke]

You are standing outside a low stone building, there is a single door on this side that looks to be made of wood and metal. Behind you a trail winds back down the hill and away into the distance. It is approaching nightfall, the sun is tinging the sky and clouds pink with it's dying rays.
What do you do?

I will write you a "build your own adventure" style story if you leave a comment, just ask for a genre and give me a brief description of yourself and then say what you want to do, the rest will unfold...

Comments

[redlillymodel.livejournal.com]

Ooo exciting!!

What do I do?

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Give me a genre type, then say what you'd like to do (open door, go down hill, turn into a puffin...)

[redlillymodel.livejournal.com]

genre type?

I want to say...

"Penguin stops breathing heavy, out of breath, turns around to see if it is still there, he looks down the path but there is no sign. He tries the door but it is jammed..."

But I am not sure if that is what you want to hear!

Ronin...

[riksowden.livejournal.com]

I am Fade, Grey-man, Wave-warrior, humblest of the humble, honourless dog, defender of those for whom no man will raise a blade, and warrior against the Shadows who manipulate the society of my homelands. I owe fealty to no man, but in return i *am* no-man...

Re: Ronin...

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The sky above you is darkening, it looks like it will be a cold night. You have travelled many a mile tonight and it seems this humble dwelling is the only place nearby for shelter. Distant sounds caught on the winds howl past you and make you think of the spirits lost to the war against the shadows.
The door creaks slightly and opens just a crack.

Re: Ronin...

[riksowden.livejournal.com]

checking the fit of my blade within its scabbard i slowly reach out to push open the door. Every move is precise, every move is perfect. Mind and body are one, the way of the Samurai is immediacy...

I open the door.

[silja.livejournal.com]

Genre: medieval mystery/ historical novel.
Me: the me of real life, set a few hundred years back.

I knock on the door, a little hesitantly.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Summer is almost upon you but supplies are poor. The miller who lives here is said to have kept some salt back with which you could cure your meat to help your village going until the harvest is taken in, but no one has answered your calls or knocks to the door.

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

Kick open the door, kill the orcs, take the treasure.

[silja.livejournal.com]

... you forgot your 10 foot pole!

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

You gain 500 xp, 250 gp 272 sp 6 pp and a small corked bottle marked 'poizen'.

[kizzie.livejournal.com]

I'm bored to I will play... Any genre, make something up as you go along *grins*

Kizzie is lost. utterly. with no idea how she got there or where she is going next she finds herself at a door. Looking back, shrugs and then knocks.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The door yelps and a face appears "OW! Hey, that hurt, it's very impolite to hit people like that, where are your manners?!"

[whotheheckami.livejournal.com]

Genre: High Tech Future
Me: Gun crazy kill bunny in heavily armoured exo-suit armed with an FGMP (fusion gun, man portable)
Action: Whoooooooosh.....BANG! "What building?"

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Nice smoking crater though.

Re: Hm.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

You can hear the distant rumble of vehicles behind you, the Baron is obviously closing in. He said he'd beat you to the Chartaz Crystal, but he doesn't know you.
Inside the building you can see a bored looking guard carring a cut down MP5 sub machine gun standing by a well shaft that leads right down... down to the caverns where the Crystal is.
He hasn't spotted you.

[zenmeisterin.livejournal.com]

Genre: YOU choose ;-P

*The teenaged girl blinks a little and peers around, rubbing the side of her head and mumbling something about Never ever ever EVER getting that drunk again.* Where the heck am I?

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

It was certainly never a place she'd ever recognised before, although the place had a faint familiar ring to it.
Everything looked somewhat... off here, the stars that were beginning to emerge weren't the colours... well, they had colours.
And the door to this building, surely you couldn't work wood in that shape?
The faint sounds of merriment were coming from inside the building, although it sounded like there were far more people inside the small hut than could be possible.

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

Setting: High fantasy
Me: Dwarf Druid/Mystic

I gather my wits about me, take a big breath and knock.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The door knocker bangs once, twice, thrice; heavy thuds that resonate through the building.
A small door pops open at the top of the door and a rat faced looking man pokes his head out and looks down at you, he sniffs. "Dwarfy? What you want, eh? The master don't like to be bothered fer no reason."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_stormknight_/]

You're going to be keeping yourself busy with all these posts Rob!

Genre: that-LRP
Description: guy in a cheap costume with a couple of foam and gaffa bastard swords.

I look round the whole of the building for a window first, before returning to the door and yelling, "Are you guys ready in there?"

I then open the door and call out, "What do you look like?"

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

"We're orks!" says one of them.
"No we're not" says another, who seems to be drawing some kind of shape on the ground, looks like noughts and crosses.
"Banzai!" shouts a third and prompty trips over a chair and falls in a heap.

Re: Ronin...

[riksowden.livejournal.com]

The noises bring me instantly alert, with a hand to my blade i continue, waiting to see what lies ahead. What the next step of my journey shall bring me to.

Re: Ronin...

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

There is a echoing hiss like escaped air from ahead, followed by a muffled shriek. You turn a corner just in time to see what it is. Ahead a figure kneels, the pockedmarked blackened skin of timeless danger hanging from it's seemingly fragile frame, wild hair blowing in the wind. It scoops the innards from the unfortunate peasant it has just killed with the long claws on it's hand as it's head snaps to look at you, pale round eyes staring balefully at you beneath two curled horns atop it's head. It is an Oni.