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?

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...

[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]

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

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

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

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.

[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'.

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

Nah, the theif already checked for traps.

[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]

Hurrah! I've gone up a level.

[silja.livejournal.com]

I wait a bit, looking around to see if I can see any signs of the miller coming up the path. The I walk around the back of the building and see if anyone is in the yard tending to the animals or maybe the miller's wife is in the kitchen round the back.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

You are now a level 6 lunatic, do you want to specialise in headbutts or boots to the groin?

[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.

[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?"

[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!

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

OOh! Groin stomp!

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

You wait, but there is noone around.
Peeping around the back you can see that the animals are all still penned, but when you appear they start to get excited and seem to be all crowding towards you. The back door to the house is closed.

[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?!"

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Nice smoking crater though.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Genre, like fantasy, horror, comedy, mystery etc...

It's basically a made up story except you ask and make the actions; you can be the penguin - for example.

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.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

You now have a 50% chance to paralyse any unfortunate bloke you kick in the nads.
Not only this every other bloke watching must make a fortitude save or spend their round wincing.

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

I chew the edge of my shield until I enter a groin stomp frenzy, and rampage about the nearest village.

Re: Ronin...

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The door opens slowly, quitely. Inside the room is threadbare, functional, but it has a kind of quiet serenity from the few objects that are in it that indicate whoever lives there is an ordered, careful individual.
Sat on the floor, crosslegged, is an old looking man, his long beard is twisted down to his waist. He wears an unmarked gi; on his right is his long blade, indicating that he is at peace.
His eyes seem to read your movements, your face. But he does not speak.