Play As Mine: A Choose Your Own Adventure
Play as Mine: A Choose Your Own Adventur
First Entry
By Serov
Disclaimers and Rules
This work is inspired by a dream scenario several nights ago, followed by the desire to bring to life the characters involved in the story. As such, the author wishes to see just how far these characters can evolve with the help of potential readers. At the end of every chapter, there will be choices for the readers to vote for to continue the tale, which will be tallied at after the first 15 and/or depending on reader interest.
The basic rules for this interactive adventure are as follows:
1) This is a somewhat adult-rated slice of life semi fantasy adventure. This work will contain adult content, that may or may not be limited to the following: non-consensual/consensual sex, drug abuse, kidnapping, alcohol intake, impregnation and pregnancy, BDSM, prostitution, various other deviant behaviors, general violence, and other unpleasant subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised. I'm looking at you. And yes, you too, the one at the back. I know you're underage
2) The story will follow loosely a plot decided upon by the author AND the choices the readers may pick (maximum of two choices per person, please, unless otherwise specified.) In case of a tie, the author will toss a coin to pick which train of thought the story will take.
3) Ideally, updates will be posted once a week, but in the case of schedule conflicts, real life priorities and emergencies will have to be attended to first. As such, interested ones will be informed if such a thing happens.
Chapter 1
It's been a while since i had some quality Me time for myself. Why, you may ask? Oh, you know! The usual things a normal college graduate would do: working my butt off to pay off them darned student loans. I juggle two jobs at the moment, one as a web content manager for an elderly care establishment and another as an employee of a small time coffee shop. A far cry from my actual degree in physical therapy by the way. Apparently, the demand for unlicensed fresh grad PTs are at an all time low and it was either going freelance or flipping burgers at the local diner.
Obviously, I'd pick the former.
The pay is half decent, just enough to cover the bills with a little bit extra. I can probably squeeze a little reward for my efforts once a month, and that's it. A good chunk of my pay, as i hate to say it, goes to settling my dues and buying the absolute necessities. Nothing i can do about it, i like to console myself with. At least i have work and I won't have to be homeless or worse, moving back to the 'rents' house in the suburbs, tending the huge ass farm with a dense forest in the background. Besides, i get to see my muse in the flesh.
Ah, yes.
Her.
The mere thought of her sends shivers up my spine and a solid seven inch tent down below. My best bud and co-worker shares my sentiment about the fur in question. A dainty snowcat with the most elaborate silvery patterns on her white fur. She's arguably the most sought after girl in the block, albeit mysterious in her own ways. She'd sit by the window and stare out God knows where, with her dog eared copy of an old fiction story on the table, long forgotten like her stale cup of coffee in front of her.
From the small talk we've made here and then, i've confirmed that she's a trade student at the local uni, within walking distance from here, as an art major. She's also currently in her sophomore year but she's fitting well with little to no problems at all. Everyone seems to like being around her, boys and girls alike, so she's never alone so to speak.
I've seen her walking by with friends, occasionally waving at me and my bud Rick when she sees either of us tending the customers. She's mostly followed by a few admirers too, who buy something from the shop when she's lounging by her usual spot just to sneak a peek at her and be with her even from afar. So all in all, her presence is not at all an unwelcome sight. I've heard rumors of guys courting her only to be turned down soon after. "I'm not ready for a relationship yet," she would say and apologizes to the crestfallen guy kneeling before her. Scary.
I fished for the key to my house, a single detached two bedroom home that i share with two guys, freshies who attend the same uni as her, and sauntered in, making sure to remove my shoes in advance to keep the place clean. Ben Lowell, one of the two guys who live with me, likes keeping the place clean, you see. He maintains the place and keeps everything spic and span WHILE maintaining a 1.5 GPA, among other things. His counterpart, Lewis Orr, the sports fanatic/techie of the house, maintains all the broken electronics and stocks us with the latest consoles and gadgets his folks send him by mail. As expected from the only son of a stock broker couple.
A nice smell is emanating from the kitchen. My stomach grumbles in protest.
"Ben, Lewis, i'm home." I greet, not sure if either of the two heard me come in
Chapter Crossroads!
A) Enter the kitchen and eat with the freshies. Check how the guys are doing.(character development, in depth view on housemates, +relationship for ben and lewis)
B) Your stomach is reacting from the chili you ate for lunch. You dash to the bathroom before an unfortunate event happens. (Some character development, alone time)
C) You're tired. You head straight to bed. (Some character development:self and ?, recuperation)