It's been a while, but I'm back with another interactive story! Roll a 3, 6, or 9 to progress the story...

It's been a while, but I'm back with another interactive story! Roll a 3, 6, or 9 to progress the story. Feedback is always welcome. Let me know what genre's you guys have liked the most so far.

Also, if the user that was rendering GOT porn the other night is around, come swing by. We were talking about collabing on something

You settle in on a bench in the middle of the quad. University students amble by aimlessly with stupid expressions on their faces.

"Hey," a voice greets from your left. You turn to see a pretty girl with dark hair taking a seat beside you. She must use hair dye. The blue sheen is completely unnatural for black hair. "You're kinda of cute."

"Thanks," you reply before turning your eyes away again.

"You're a student here, right?" she asks. You sigh inwardly. There were important things happening today. No matter how pretty this girl was, you simply did not have time to flirt right now.

"I do," you reply curtly. Finally, the person you've been waiting for appears in the crowd, headed your direction. Sven is a thin guy that always has too much gel in his hair, but he's reliable.

"You ready?" he asks as he reaches your bench. You look to your left again but the girl is gone. She must have seen Sven coming.

"yeah. I'm ready." You stand up and touch the pistol that's tucked into your waistband for reassurance. The armored truck, loaded with hundreds of thousands in tuition money, leaves in ten minutes. There's no time to lose.

You follow Sven to the street where a dumpy-looking is parked. It's a stolen car with stolen plates, ready to be dumped.

"Alright, it's go time. You want to drive, or do you want to get the money?" he asks, holding the car keys in the air.

You have a hunch that Sven will get himself shot if you leave the robbery to him, but Sven getting shot is better than you getting shot.

What do you think, Sup Forums? do you want to be the gunman or the getaway driver?

Shooting probably because I'm still too lazy to get my drivers license

Getaway, the less risk the better.

You take the keys and fire up the engine. You pull slowly out onto the main avenue and scan the street for the armored truck. It pulls out ahead of you, perfectly according to plan. Police cars line the street, here to keep an eye on a protest that the students were holding in front of a public speaker. With all the police here, there would be no one to stop you as soon as you got a little way from the school.

You follow right behind the truck. In the traffic, there's no cause for suspicion. You're packed in like sardines, and the only real option is to ride the bumper of the truck. It's not until your thirty blocks away, turning onto a side street, that following so close becomes suspect. Of course, at this point, it's too late.

Explosives go off in the vacant apartment building to the left, causing the wall to collapse into the street. You stop the car immediately behind the truck, boxing it in, and leave the rest up to Sven. He pulls a clown mask over his face and jumps out the passenger door, gun in hand.

"GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE TRUCK"

The drivers are armed, but they've been instructed to obey when threatened with lethal force. In moments, hundreds of thousands of dollars fill the trunk. Sven jumps in the side door again as you put the car in reverse. A quick look forward shows a man leveling his gun. The bullet rips through the windshield and through Sven's chest. Blood erupts from the site of impact.

Shit.

If you take him to a hospital, it will greatly hurt your chances of escape. What do?

Continue as planned, fuck Sven.

Stick to the plan.

Fuck the hospital lets go to the stash house.

"Shit, I can't breathe." Sven has both hands pressed to his ribs, doing his best to hold in the blood.

"I have enough stolen money in the trunk to buy a mansion downtown. I can't risk taking you to a hospital," you yell back as you peel out in reverse. Two more bullets hit the hood of the car. You pull your own gun and lean out the window as you pull perpendicular to the armored truck. Your bullet takes the shooter in the forehead. You pause and watch his body slump against the wheel of the vehicle. No remorse. He was shooting at you first.

You hit the gas and fly down the street, away from the scene of the crime.

"You have to take me to a hospital. I'm gonna die."

"I can't do that," you respond callously. "I can drop you here and you can call an ambulance if you want, but I'm going to the meet up."

"Are you kidding me?" Sven curses under his breath and grimaces in pain. His breathing sounds ragged. Blood is pooling in his lungs and air is filling the rest of the chest cavity, restricting his diaphragm.

You pull up to the mechanic bay where you are supposed to drop the money. The door opens before you even come to a stop. Inside, two men are waiting for you.

"Sven was shot," you say as you exit the vehicle. Sweat is running down your neck and your hands are shaking. Things had not gone to plan.

"Who?" one of the men asks. You look back to the car, but Sven is no longer in the passenger seat. You know he was there a second ago. A vision of the batman movie crosses your mind where the heist members begin to kill each other off to increase their share of the reward. Is that what had happened to Sven?

He's nowhere to be seen. The men are both staring at you, but it's impossible to read their expressions.

What's the best course of action guys?

Play it cool... brush it off like it was just shock.

"Um... One of the truck guards. I recognize him. He shot at me and I had to kill him. Sorry, i'm a little shaken up." They take your words at face value, shrug, and pop the trunk. While the two of them are busy admiring the crazy amount of money, you take another glance around for Sven. Where the fuck did he go? Did he bail before you drove into the bay? Surely you would have noticed.

"As soon as we get the money out, we can start breaking this car down into scrap. You wanna give us a hand with that?"

"No, man, the kid just shot a guy. We'll handle this, you go cool off. Go home, take a shower, take your mind off it. This money is going into the off-shore account we set up. The three of us will get together and sign the dissolution papers to split the money three ways next week. Sound good?" the second man asked.

"Yeah. Sounds good. I'll just... go home."

You hit the street, throwing your hood up to ward off the autumn chill. Not two blocks away, someone approaches you. It's the girl from earlier.

"You again! This must be fate. I was just going in here to grab a cup of coffee. Would you care to join me?" she asks, gesturing to hipster cafe to your right.

Uh sure, it's a good alibi so why not?

I don't believe in fate and true coincidences are rare. She obviously knows something. Go get coffee and feel it out.

Out of nowhere, a gigantic penis flops into the room and shouts "Errybudy wak de dynosor!"

You observe that OP is staring lustfully into your eyes as he leans in for a kiss. You make out with him passionately because you are just as big of a faggot as he.

OP screams in your ear "I nee- I nee- I NEE-"

You ask OP what he needs. He whispers softly into your ear this phrase.

"I need about tree fiddy."

damn u rite

fuck off

way to ruin the end of my story...

bump for this since nobody else seems interested in this thread.

dw i know its not u

...

Chill with her and try to get some of dat fem benis

"Yeah, that sounds good. You come here often?" You follow her inside and pull back your hood.

"Not really. I found an app that recommends places to go near your location, so... I guess I'm just trying to expand my horizons." She picks a table and waits for you to sit. "What would you like? It's on me."

"Really?" You raise your eyebrows in surprise. "Alright, um. coffee? Wait.. Mocha?"

"Done. I'll be right back." She skips away, leaving you to watch her tight jeans as she leaves. A moment later, she returns with two cups.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"it would be a poor excuse for a date if I made you pay for your own drink," she replies with a cute wink.

A date? This girl was nuts. Or maybe just very forward. She was very thin. Her cheek bones were well accentuated by the light makeup she wore. A choker emphasized how small her neck was.

"If this is a date, should I be worried about date rape in the coffee?" you ask.

"Nope. Turns out guys can't get hard when you drug them. Ends poorly every time," she replies with a disappointed shake of her head.

A movement near the door catches her attention and her faces pales as three girls enter.

"You know them?" you ask quietly.

"Uh.. Yeah. I should go. I'm sorry." She stands up and leaves, escorted by the new arrivals. You follow them out, curiosity getting the better of you. They head for the alley behind the coffee shop.

"Finally got the nerve up to talk to him, eh?" the lead girl asks, pushing your date up against the wall. "What do you think he would say if he knew you've been watching him for the last year? What would he say if he saw your spreadsheet, documenting the things he likes, huh? Maybe we should show him?"

The girls moved quickly from verbal abuse to physical. They slammed their fists into their victim's stomach, over and over. When she fell to the ground, they resorted to kicks.


Should you step in?

Yes. Let’s see the spread sheets

Is this thread dead?

no. roll a 3,6, or 9 and the story can continue

Go be a white knight, you have a gun pussy.

Shooting sluts is fun.

Reroll fuck

This thread will live god damn it

There we go, NOW GO BRAVE WHITE KNIGHT FAGGOT

Step in because it would create a scene and people would see you. Good as an alibi.

"back the fuck up." you enter the scene, gun drawn, anger in your eyes. "You leave now, or I start shooting kneecaps." Your words cause mass panic. The three girls take off screaming.

"I'm sorry," your date says quietly from the ground.

"Sorry?" You help her up. She's bleeding from a cut on her face and she has trouble moving at all. "What's your name?"

"Cait. Listen, I'm going to go home. I'm sorry I got you involved in this." She tries to pull away, but she can hardly straighten up in her own.

"I'll call a cab and make sure you get home safe. How does that sound?"

Despite her weak protests, you call a cab anyway and take her home. You get out, but ask the driver to wait a moment.

"Hey..." She turns back to you as she's about to unlock her door. "Would you like to come in for a bit?" She's moving a lot better now, but there's a desperate fear in her eyes. The adrenaline of the encounter is starting to fade, and her hands are clearly shaking.

Go get that white knight pussy by any means necessary

360 and walk away. Tell her you’ve got an appointment and to send nudes

Reroll

...

You follow her into her house, which is a step up from any house you've been in before. It's three stories, with an attached garage, and pristine decor.

"My room is in the basement. Come on." She leads you down to her personal space, which is comprised of a 6-monitor setup, a gigantic TV, and every game console in existence.

"Nice place. How do you afford it?" you ask as you take a seat on the couch.

"I live with my dad. It's close to the university and it saves money. He's a detective. I always joke that he's a dirty cop, since he makes way more money than he should." She chuckles to herself and looks around self-consciously. "About the stuff that those girls said..."

"Yes?"

"Ah... Never mind. I'm going to shower quick. Get the blood off. I'll throw something on the TV. Can you stay until my dad get's home? It would make me feel a lot better."

"Um..." Her dad is a detective... Alarm bells were sounding in your head. Before you can respond, though, she turns on the TV and heads into her room. On the TV, of course, is a breaking news special about the armored vehicle heist. You can't help but sweat a little as you sit there. You look to Cait's door, expecting her to put the pieces together and pin you for the crime, but instead, you see her naked body wander past the cracked door. Your heart jumps into your throat.

Fuck bitches get money. Wtf does the news say about me and my femboy Sven?

Walk in shower naked

Is this the same OP from that zombie apocalypse story from a couple weeks ago?

stay and wait

An interview is taking place with one of the surviving members of the armed vehicle escort.

"It was a planned attack. explosives were set up along our route, and the car came up behind us at the exact right time. There was just one kid in a clown mask. He took the money, killed one of our men, and drove off. It was all very efficient. Almost professional, even."

One kid? Were they trying to hide the fact that there had been two of us? What would be the point of that?

"Video footage shows the car to be stolen. If anyone has any information on this, we ask your help in coming forward."

The water turned on in the other room. So far, it seemed that there were no witnesses, and no evidence that could be traced back to you.

I don't think I did a zombie one. Was prolly someone else.I always use the numbers 3, 6, and 9, so i'm fairly recognizable

You rolled a 9 so you pick. Do you wanna fuck the girl or go in a different direction with that erection?

Take a shit on her couch

no... that's not how this works...

Join her in the shower

Walk in shower naked

You take out your penis from your pant hole and put it in the naked girl

As you grab her cheeks you feel something up her butt. OH MY GOD. its a recording device.

Armed men enter the room.

You've been caught, gg

Time to let off some steam. You walk into Cait's room and strip out of your clothes. The image of her naked body walking by the door left you with a half-chub. You let yourself into her bathroom quietly. Her shower is separate from the bath, and held inside a glass cubicle instead. She has her back turned to you, though she may not be able to see you through the steam anyway. It's not until you open the door and step in that she notices your presence.

"What the fuck! What are you doing?" She jumps backwards, pressing herself against the wall. "Get out!"

"I wanted to make sure you were ok. You seemed pretty injured. This way, you won't fall in the shower and injure yourself further." Your bargaining must be working, because she doesn't seem nearly as frantic anymore. Although, considering where her gaze has landed, your words might not have anything to do with it.

"Your cock is huge..."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." It's a point of pride.

"There's no way that would fit inside me." Her eyes are wide with awe.

"Only one way to find out," you reply as you push up against her. You take your shaft in hand and guide it home. Or.. try to.

Turns out, she was right. There's absolutely no way to make it fit. She's too small, and you're too big.

Holy shit someone put this story together in one pic

Aaaaand now it’s a shit tier sex story. Thread is dead

Shove it in anyway, faggot

Force it in

"Wait, stop," she says in your ear. She's pinned to the glass wall of your shower and you can see her ass pressed against the glass in the mirror opposite you. "It's not going to- AGH"

You push your way in forcefully. Her entire body squirms against you as you move deeper and deeper.

"Oops," you say lightly.

"Oh my god! Stop! Ah. Oh my god." Her complaints are a mix between pain and pleasure. You're only halfway in, but you decide to take it easy on the poor girl. You move slowly, in and out, but never all the way in. Cait begins to reciprocate, her pain finally giving way. You take this opportunity to thrust up into her completely.

"AHH!" She tenses around you, sinking her nails into your back. "Oh my god."

"I'm not god, but i'm damn close. If you keep saying his name I might get jealous," you whisper.

"Cait? Are you ok?" a man's voice asks from the closed bathroom door.

"Dad?" Cait's voice is full of panic. "I'm fine, I just slipped." She's having a terribly hard time keeping it together. You move faster, harder, deeper. her small frame is getting tossed around by your efforts, and moans are torn from her throat, despite her best intentions.

"Ok, sorry." Her dad was clearly embarrassed about talking to his daughter in the shower. "I'm sorry, I've got to head out again. There's a big case underway right now. I'll see you tonight, ok?"

You're moments from finishing, and you can tell Cait is too. You thrust up with one last push as she tried to respond, blowing your load as deep inside her as you can. She barely manages to get a muffled response out as her body starts to spasm.

As you back off, Cait collapses. It sounds like her Dad is gone now.

You follow her Dad, find out what he knows

Reroll

get the fuck out

reroll

This is a perfect opportunity to see this case from the other side. You leave Cait in a heap in the shower and leave, stealing her towel on the way out. You dry yourself off quickly and get dressed. Hopefully her dad hasn't left yet.

You see no one on the main floor of the house, and no extra shoes by the door. Luckily, your paranoid habits kept your things out of sight. Hopefully Cait's dad was none the wiser about you being here.

You go out the back door and circle around to the street, looking for a car leaving the premises.

"What do you think you're doing here?" a voice says from behind you. Shit. Busted. You turn around and see... Sven? What the hell.

"Are you ok?" you blurt out. "Did you go to a hospital?"

"Don't worry about that. How come my name isn't on the account for the money? The three of you are trying to cut me out, aren't you?"

"What? Of course not!"

"Better yet, you wouldn't even take me to the hospital. You were hoping I would die," Sven shouted. I looked around the street, but no one seemed to be paying much attention.

"Man, there's plenty of money to go around. We've been friends for years. Now, we can be rich friends for the rest of our lives." Your words go unheeded as Sven pulls a gun and points it at your head.

don't be a beta and rush Sven trying to take the gun and shoot him with it

You comfort him, take him home. Have make-up sex

Take the gun from Sven and point it at him.

Reroll

reliase that sven might now be real and let him pull the trigger.
Dont go this route if we fucking die ^

Fag.

UNbeknownst to him, your buddies kidnapped his father. You knock him over the head with a stick. When he awakens, you and your friends beat and behead his father in front of him before flaying him alive and ripping his heart out.

"Sven, calm down. You're the hero today, alright? You took a bullet for everyone. The important thing is that you get lots of rest now so that you can heal. By next week, we'll be rich."

"Give me one good reason not to shoot you!" Sven shouted, drawing nearer.

"I'll give you a blowjob if you don't kill me?" You offer.

"I'm not gay, you fucking homo. Is this you still not taking me seriously? I HAVE A GUN POINTED AT YOUR FACE!" Sven's face is turning red.

"No, I'm taking you very seriously. I thought some makeup sex would defuse the situation, but I was wrong." You put your hands up defensively.

"Fuck you, man!" Sven winds up to pistol whip you. You grab at his arms, hoping to keep the the barrel from aiming in your direction again. In the struggle, the firearm discharges. The noise right beside your ear sends you stumbling backwards. Before you can do anything else, a taser hits you in the back.


You wake up strapped to a bed. you're wearing a white cotton shirt and pants. A man with a name tag reading "Dr. Philman" sits beside you with a clipboard for taking notes.

"Good morning!" he greets. "How are you feeling?"

Wait for doctor to leave and Jason Bourne your way out of the hospital

idk what the fuck is going on but cont..

Go back to Cait's house and propose to her.

I second this

ask what happened and if sven is alive or not

punch doctor in throat to establish dominance. escape hospital and go back to cait for seconds.

"What am I doing here?" you ask as you struggle against your restraints.

"You were brought in for delusional activity. Detective Stephens observed you having an argument with a fictional being. After yelling at the air for some time, you removed a pistol from your pants and shot into a house across the street. A lady was injured and brought to the ER. Does any of this sound familiar?" the doctor asked.

"Detective Stephens..." You roll the name around in your head. "Would that be Cait's father?"

"He had a daughter by that name once. She died four years ago," the doctor replied sadly.

"What? Impossible. I just met her." You're sure that your confusion is etched on your face, but you don't care.

"Ah. Is that so." The doctor leans back and begins to write on his clipboard.

"Wait, shit. Don't write that. I know how this works. miscommunications are not grounds for a diagnosis."

Fuck... what now boys?

Figure out how to work this new time travel superpower to get back to Cait.

reroll

start arguing again with said fictional being

Fucking go ape shit like a tard and start crying

Use cold logic to deduct the answers that would make you seem sane to the doctor, get out asap and try to retrace your steps.

"So you're saying I time traveled? I can just time travel back, then. It was probably the shock of the taser that did it. If i shock myself again, I can go back." You struggle against the restraints, but they are unrelenting. "Isn't shock therapy a thing? You can help me with this, Doc!"

"Settle down!" He stands and puts his hands on your chest, holding you in place. "What I think we're dealing with here is Schizophrenia mixed with Borderline Personality Disorder. You've created people around to fill in your need for social interaction. Just because these relationships aren't good ones, doesn't mean they can't be imagined. Understand?"

"Shit, Doc, that was a brutally honest diagnosis. What ever happened to compassion for patients?" you ask.

"You're taking about time travel. To cure what is ailing you, you must first accept the problem."

ima go for a sec dont let this thread die

reroll

I mean it started nice but fking user destroyed it with shit like fuck the girl and time travel like wtf

accept the problem. be cured. go out into socitety and become model citizen.

Is there like a full story of this or a book?

no, i'm just making it up as we go, like I do with all my threads.

You should write a book about this guy. I would buy it

follow the doctors orders until you can get out, then try to find cait.

"Ok, let's assume your diagnoses, rushed as it was, is accurate. What do we do to fix me, and how long until I may leave?" you ask.

"See, that's a difficult problem. You were found in possession of an illegal weapon. A lady nearly died because of your actions. You're here because you're not in prison. Leaving this place might be a long endeavor. We have to take things slowly. We can start with medication. We will monitor your behavior and see if your symptoms are treatable."

"Doc... that's bad news. If I was committing criminal acts because of delusions and mental illness, then it stands to reason I cannot be held accountable for that once I am healthy," you reason from your bed.

"Like I said, we'll take things slowly. We'll start you on some meds ASAP, and maybe tonight we'll try unstrapping you. Of course, we're going to have to bring in more orderlies to make sure we can handle anything that might come up."

"Might come up? Doc... I'm not a dangerous person."

"You've already acted violently because of personalities that do not exist. As rational as you may seem, we can't be sure what will happen. You understand, right?"

I wrote book, but I dunno how to publish, so i gave up. if you like these threads, you can follow @JakeOlchowy on twitter. I tweet whenever I start a thread.

and then the moon comes crashing into earth

Behave, and then time travel back to Cait.

roll

Aight cool and hmm thought its easy to publish a book like make copies the sell them on ebay or amazon but well what do i know lol

roll to keep bread alive

i guess I could self publish... but then I would have to self market. It sounds hardcore.

roll

That night, you got the opportunity to walk the floor with the rest of the asylums inmates. The pills they gave you made everything seem like it was underwater. The orderlies were never more than ten steps away, watching to see if you would hurt anyone.

"So, guys, what is there to do around here?" you ask, though no one is paying you any attention. It seems they are even more heavily medicated than you are. Your brain is getting fuzzier by the second. These drugs are horrible. You need to find a way to get out of here.

"Hey, you, you have a visitor."

"Oh?" You look over at the man to ensure he's speaking to you. "Who?"

"Come with me." You're herded into a small room with a round table in the middle. Cait is sitting there, clicking her nails together nervously. The orderly closes the door, locking you in there.

"Cait?"

"Hey. I want to help you. I'm sure I can get you out of here." She stands to greet you, but is nervous about approaching.

"Are you real? The doctor said that you died four years ago." Clearly these pills weren't working.

"Are you serious? You raped me, and when I come to help you, you ask if I'm real? Are you serious? Did it feel real when you were inside me?"


Things are getting weird. Who do we trust, Sup Forums?

You're taken aback. You didn't mean it as rape; it came from your heart. You like her, after all, let's get that straight.

Accept the diagnosis and follow doc advise to cleanse your mind, but keep in mind the possibility that you developed a superpower and experiment with it alone

Say you are probably crazy and if she is real she should wait for you to be released or forget about you