The president put on the ceremonial gowns, now knowing the terrible conventions of society.A forbidden fruit, offered to her by subordinates and friends, that which they all deemed an essential part of youth; the what to say, the what not to say; the great secrets of seduction; the three gazes of the man-eating leopard; “The height of skirt that melts the inexperienced virgin”. And she endured it all, like a woman. She endured to have them play with her, as if a rag or some mauled doll; only by the time they began to imply that the size of a bag was perspectively proportional to the osseous width of her body, she had already ran out of patience. And with the skirt, and the blouse, the inconspicuous accessory and the invincible bow of black hair, victory was served with imminence, and tremendous prematurity. As the lead of the Paranormal Investigation Club, she was in labour of solving mysteries in the company of her most trusted. Who hasn’t heard yet about the rapist of human souls, the phantom on the staircase, or the not single instance when the devil went and took the farmer's cows for a dance? After that, and many other adventures together; seemingly united, in their hearts she earned a deep place with her pure merit. And this time it was their turn to prepare her with the ubiquitous knowledge, to face the unknown, and perhaps even… to scare her fears. Trembled the world when the day came, Surely, long had spilled been the tea; and yet, in shame, a single drop lied and dared not to be spit. She, and she alone knew; thoughtless, truly thoughtless the compromise had been conceived. Upon their first and only conversation she was met with a sudden and unknown boiling emotion. She couldn't admit; the temptation was too much to bear. From the pure desire to partake in that which impossible is, agreed they to meet the next Sunday, despite knowing her she lived in the neighboring city. And even then, prepared and committed, without respect for distance, without fear, she departed on the afternoon, towards a station lost in time, lost from reason, all so she could ever meet with him... the next morning.-The Hairy Hand is a quest ruled by contradiction of wills and whims The President has towards all gruesome realities awaiting. Survival is doubtful, and physical integrity is never assured; bad decisions are ultimate. Players can cumulatively pick a maximum of 3 choices, once 3 different courses of action are picked, no alternatives can be proposed nor votes. Actions are taken upon popular vote, effected at irregular, arbitrary and unforgiving times. Small and menial actions may be taken by individuals at times; affecting or not the outcome of an encounter. The whims of a few may just suffice to change The President's fate.
>>6325135Decide not to go.
—You packed your uniform, just in case you managed to return early in the afternoon, and at least, at the very least, partake in club activities. The school day was lost beyond repair.—With the calm step, anxiety alone began and pulled. Serene onset the voyage, and the exceptions of reason now found themselves falling onto deaf ears. A door, lockless at once strikes closed; the sunlight covers the pavement with a soft heat, and engulfing blackness leaves the room empty. With one foot outside you wonder; if shall concede first the foot or the horizon.Haggy and old familial homes come as they pass; and soon the streets themselves become abandoned– like hags they are. Walking upon, without permission of any where permission needed is, reddish the steel girder then rises behind your head, temerous, as the hundred heads of yellow implore for your sonorous and terrible pace to go far on its way. The quake took a toll onto the rough rising land, erosioning the ground beneath onto mounts, muddy and dead. The sole leaves its marks, so the weeds then know where they won't grow. And once well within the golden hills of wheats, where solace meets the sun, and when breads are no longer looked upon with empty, the trumpets and flutes mighty start to play. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9a8HwoMEGYTo the parts extreme, the horizon must know already where it is you’ll be sticking the foot.
>>6325138Decide not to go.
>>6325138>>6325137>>6325141From the sole clangour of the determinate step, a boulder falls loose; and the step does not flinch. By the rootless dirt it succumbs, victim to its own weight, and just before it tackles a truck, dead, stops. Perhaps scared from your disdain, pheraps scared by it's judgement.As the mountains appear endless, and obligation burdens your good heart, you step off the hill intrepidly. You confirm: The car has stopped, unharmed by the boulder; the driver is fine. You both were going in the same direction, it seems. You ponder if you should...>Ask for a ride>Continue the voyage by foot
>>6325145>>Ask for a ride
>>6325135Well...that's dark.>>6325138Oh......the place explains the ends.>>6325145>Continue the voyage by foot
>>6325145Decide not to go.
>>6325145>Continue the voyage by foot
>>6325145>I'm going to do lewd things in my wedding night only...
>>>Continue the voyage by footAye-ha… Some other time.The journey is one and the same, and the outcome? it’s just as certain; what good will come from stripping oneself from the journey?, for as early as one may want to arrive, the sun won't rise any earlier.The man, confused, and now safe from a sudden death by the scare alone, startled, continued the passage. Begrudgingly awoke again, she who they called “The rusty beetle”; trustworthy machine, and loyal, whose gallop would live to see yet another day, and another adventure.And upon the soles, grounds succumb; and tall the mountains now find their titles lowered into hills and mere trails; and whispered airs, the verb ‘to walk’ resonates across all. Indistinct, the step does not flinch, and follows their low sentence, as the path itself dares not to be made.In the then distant parts of the mind, a tale of trails whispers dandingly, like a vivid memory;— How beautiful Ganga was. When the day came and she had to do the dance of harvest, howled the blacks.— …Many loved Ganga. — In the grounds rose from the desert, by the humid shadow darkened, carved on the heart of the tree could still be read their many names: Ganga and Calumbey. — Ganga and Mengwe.— …Ganga and Sir Archibald Bradley. — …Ganga… and the Obembe tribe… — ... Oh well, they were pygmies.— Yes… many, many loved Ganga. Fucking slut hag. This loving sunset calls for warmer, silent, prettier memories. This change awaits calls for reflection, evolution, growth. Then slut hag, why; she fucked everything and everyone, and now she fucked your very thoughts with her known myth.Dandingly again, the mind tackles down, and immerses deep down into the memories; seeking what to ramble next, ignoring the art of thinking about nothing. Now bored by the endless steps, upon realizing the monotony of the hours awaiting, monotonous became. That is the sentence of the journey, to journey be and a journey stay. Dandles then the mind, wondering what to think about next; perhaps it needs a better suggestion.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAWpIQATcRE>Continue thinking about the slut hag; remember who you heard who told her story; remember the Africas.>Think about your past, who you are, and all other memories forbidden.— ...Fucking hag slut! — You realize once again, if you don't think of anything soon and return to the flow, each step will feel an eternity.
>>6325895>Think about your past, who you are, and all other memories forbidden.
>>6325895>I'm going to do lewd things in my wedding night only...
>>6325895Decide not to go.
>>6325895>Think about your past, who you are, and all other memories forbidden.The steps drag all rays of sunlight, as the dirt, red presses and compacts. Kilometers below, tectonic plates crumble under the weight, and the ground becomes hard and sterile. The thoughts forbidden proliferate, like flying memories; butterflies at night that swing and surround. They are impossible to catch, intangible and ever moving.“I was born.. the daughter of well known mystics, the most prominent in their crafts, an enamoured couple. Oh, my parents.. Through their lives, more so in their youth, they traveled across continents and the capitals of the world in search of great knowledge. In their ventures, I often found myself dragged along. Rather than from our closeness as family, it seemed beneficial for my nurturing to learn about the world in practice, and not theory. And even then… When I think about my life’s memories, few times do I remember ever living with my parents; at least, no time where I recall much of an imperturbable stability, rather than an imminent end dictated by an upcoming trip.In my memories… truly, the days I most often recall are in their absence. Through lengthy periods in my years of development, I would spend my days in the care of a vast variety of tutors and custodians; my parents, when they had to go away, placed me with them for the enrichment of my character and the nurture of my knowledge. Languages, history, culture and dance! –fencing, haruspicy and the occult, that, and a hundred other sciences and crafts, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind…”Your bag hits your rear suddenly upon vaguely tripping onto the uneven terrain. Momentarily you gain consciousness again, your feet are truly starting to hurt. You look down and notice the tip of your boots is dusty and scratched, and you feel a bit cold; in the distance, the sun is wanting to hide behind mountainous curves. You can:>Check your bag for a jacket and see if you packed another pair of shoes>Resist the wind, like a woman. Who dares to defy you?Dividing more and more the rambling sponges of limbic juices, you attempt to return into momentum, to make the journey faster and less taxing. You remember the snake oils, dusty odors, the simian skulls, the horses, caravans, the Africans, creole fencers, the rebels, the giant heads of Olmecs and the shrunken heads of Zuleys, the mummies of Guanajuato, and then… your grandma… you can:>Think deeper about your family and the times you were together>Introspect into your own undeniable memoriesA)(Two choices must be made in this turn.)B)(Choosing a memory will grant you a skill.)
>>6328469How did we end up like this, with an upbringing like that?>Check your bag for a jacket and see if you packed another pair of shoes>Introspect into your own undeniable memories
>>6328469>Check your bag for a jacket and see if you packed another pair of shoes>Introspect into your own undeniable memories
>>6328469>I'm going to do lewd things in my wedding night only...
>>6328469>>Resist the wind, like a woman. Who dares to defy you?>Introspect into your own undeniable memories
>>6328469Decide not to go.
>Introspect into your own undeniable memoriesThe necessity to think becomes unceasingly apparent. Without any distraction, each footstep feels monotonous and endless, demanding conscious input just to advance.With all places scattered around Earth, with all the sights repeated in a hundred distinct patterns: conversations exchanged and experiences lived diffuse vaguely into ‘who said what’ and ‘where were who’s. Only vague concepts of biomes and logical orders offer an idea of how your life is structured.‘’Doing what i didn't like; liking what i didn't do.’’; It was like that for as long as you managed to remember. You might have started this journey when you were as little as 4; you were playing ball with Imamu and Dada. Would a 4 year old remember and feel emotions so vividly? You find your past self to have been very young back then. Those days, they were hot, raspy and lively… maybe you were older. Vaguely, a certain someone’s exile from the tribe's land comes to mind, Imamu and Dada were dried and eaten by ants when they got tied to a tree. Were those them? You don't exactly remember; but you sure suffered as if they were.Suddenly, the dancing spirit of straw and long stick amused your thoughts, erasing the dry carcasses from your imagination. It moved in these impossible ways, when the night was black and the fire hot; sometimes with a single leg and at times, with neither. You would have liked to learn such art before your parents' business had concluded.A totem of an elderly tortoise sat in the living room, on a cubic short table of white marble. Before you could satisfy your curiosity, it was taken away from your sight, usurped to God knows where. Before that home was abandoned, a desiccated ocelot with marbles for eyes kept you just as entertained.As overwhelming as it may be, the promise of an insufferable travel experience by hoofs on dirt is enough to make you focus. Another sight appeared, and another just as ugly; you try thinking of the mummies of Guanajuato, trivial memories, but no. Thinking of not thinking, for a split second you visualized your grandma’s flying sags, now burned in your retina, areolas like the churning sun, the motion of shakes and convoluted jumps complemented itself to completion, rebuilding into a vivid feast of audiovisual recollection. She was teaching you her ancient technique of hog riding.Oh, the dog, the snake, Julius the monkey! Anything, but your grandma’s corpulence! You wish for anything else to recall. In Spain there was this bull that stabbed the matador, the doctor quickly came but didn't let him be taken to the hospital; he failed to save him, the deceased’s woman would scrutinize forever. And... and you remember again, your grandma was fat, saggy, had ashy hair... and wore floral dresses; as disgusted as you could be by the memory, your true love for her calms down your intense reaction, leaving you indifferent.1/2)
>>6331287New Skill Unlocked : HOG RIDING
>>6331323It sure will be useful. Use a bra while riding the hoge to not end up saggy like grandma.
>>6331323Decide not to go.
>>6328469>Check your bag for a jacket and see if you packed another pair of shoes
>>6331323>>6331635Yes. You grab it by the hoofs, and then by the fatty bump on its neck, and if you want edto hurry it? you tug its ear.Oh how lovely was grandma. Or should you say: 'how lively?'.. aye-ha!Surely, after a while, maybe 13 or 14 years, when your parents departed to Mesopotamia– in await of better decades –you were left at full means and disposal of your own fate. Lost in place and ambition, you decided to satisfy… one curiosity of yours, you craved to know what others had. Anticipating disaster, you went to the world’s cornucopia, and chose without picking.By pure instinct you dodged all bureaucracies, as you met the meek and undreamable, bought a uniform, registered into high school and joined the appropriate class as a transfer student. All that was known from you is you came from a wealthy , well mannered and mysterious family. The wordings were almost forced upon, but the earrings and nails? all came on their own.Sure, you struggled to adjust at first, both in tongue as in spirit. It was only your overwhelming, and perhaps foreign beauty that made allies out of jealous enemies. Soon enough, you usurped their hearts and gained a long-forgotten type of acceptance. Juniors and Seniors fell equally, trapped into your eyes, your swiftness for studies, the athletic dexterity of your least earnest and most mundane moves, the candid cold of your words. And with the opportunity to leave the past aside, over time you made to put your mightiest efforts into embracing and preserving this… “Normal” life.Your classmates admire you, of course. How couldn’t they?You are amazing, and you fit right in. You will miss them deeply when the school year is over.>Check your bag for a jacket and see if you packed another pair of shoesOh yes, yes… this uniform, this arm band, they are your sole defenders in this time of need. You put your trustworthy jacket on, knowing the battle against cold without her is futile. The sun, barely visible in the distance, paints the sky a purple hue.You really are getting sick of this, walk; you rapidly change your pretty shoes for your school pair; they have never failed you. Sand, stones and small branches fall of the pretty pair, you should have done this hours ago.You can…>Speed up the step, now with leather shoes that fear no terrain or velocity. You think you can distinguish lights in the distance, the station anxiously awaits to be found. [End thought + QM-Succes%-Dice-Roll]>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill][Green]CLAIRVOYANCE[/Green]A)Damage might come from either choice.B))Your arrival is imminent.
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]
>>6335163Decide not to go.
>>6335163>Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]There's no reason to not choose this
