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(if: $points >= 8)[
“Dont quit your day job” you throw the bowl of soup she fed you to the floor, her face drops and she looks at you with disappointment
V: “Come now, zat izt no vay for a guest to behave. If your not going to haz mine glorious zoup zen suit yourzelf. You vill be the vone going hungry. Now be gone vith you!
[[Apologize and eat the soup]]
You are kicked out [[leave]]
]
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“Dont quit your day job” you throw the bowl of soup she fed you to the floor, her face has a look of pure and utter rage.
“Jhu facking vitch! My zoup is ze vest!” she winds her arm back before attempting to punch you. Since you now have a full stomach you are able to fight back, but it is your choice.
[[Throw a punch at her]]
[[leave]]
]
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"im a vitch from vürzburg, you fool!"
She flicks her hair back and scoffs, you feel she's judging you silently.
You stand there shocked, mouth agape. So far throughout your entire life you haven't had to deal with human interaction with any woman of any sort. You don't know what to do with yourself.
[[Throw a punch at her]]
[[leave]]
(if: $points >= 8)[
[[Apologize and eat the soup]]
]
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She blushes, her light skin turning a pink tone. “Vhy thank you” she throws her shoulder up and smirks slightly. "My name iz Vivian, Vivian ze vitch!" she proclaims excitedly "it iz my pleazure to make youre acquaintance" she sticks her hand out to you
you sit up wiping soup off of your armour flicking it to the floor before taking her hand.
[[Put the moves on?]]
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thank her for the soup and [[leave]]
ive suffered worse [[leave]]
(if: $points >= 8)[“Sorry about before. Now that my stomach is filled I can see clearly the beauty before me" ]
(if: $points >= 8)[[Put the moves on?]]
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army attack immediately you lose a limb
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[[Get out of the soup]]
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after waiting a while and strategising you and your army decide to push the enemies, aside from a few injuries and a small number of deaths you all make it out relatively unscathed. The war is won, but you have lost some men in the process. You know this will weigh on you forever.
(set: $points to $points + 2)
[[Get out of the soup]]
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You dip the wooden ladle into the pot of soup, as you twist it around the smell just gets better and better. You see the soup isnt made up of anything too expensive, its just carrots small cuts of meats and other things alike. But there is one overwhelming smell, the smell of thyme, its simply amazing.
Youve had enough of waiting and lift the ladle up to your mouth and take a big swig, but as youre distracted you hear a rustle behind you and a... posh sounding laugh "ohohohohoho!" but before youre able to turn around and take a look your head is pushed into the pot. You brace yourself and close your eyes to avoid burning them
[[Open your eyes]]?
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You enter the house as the delightlful aroma of soup wafts over your entire body, almost filling your empty stomach with just its scent. Your stomach growls like a lion, youve never felt this hungry before.
before giving in to your hunger and kneeling at the pot you take a look around the interior. The walls are covered in bookshelves all filled to the brim with knick knacks, trinkets and books. You see pots with plants scattered around along with framed pictures of the same cat. but yet no pictures of the owner of this house. Theres a fireplace in the middle with a cauldron on the fire, that must be where that smell is coming from. and along side it there is a dining table with only one seat. Must be lonely.
You get on your knees infront of the pot and grab the ladle.
[[Eat From the pot]]?
<div>Your body is gone.
You see nothing.
You feel nothing.
You cant even think anymore.
Your consciousness fades steadily from this world.
You remember nothing of the past present nor even think about future.
Everything is gone.
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You push your parents out of the way and face the two men on your own, bare handed. The two men share a giggle looking at you before kicking you out of the way knocking you out.
you lay sprawled out on the floor, remembering you are just a child. despite all your training an adult wiped you out in seconds. You hear your parents struggle against those men eventually being killed.
You close your eyes.
[[Present]]
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You follow the cat as it continues to look behind it every couple seconds ensuring your there, meowing at you every time now.
the path it takes you is long and winding almost hidden at points but as you follow it the surroundings get more and more civilized? you can tell people have been here but not how long for and when was the last time.
Eventually the cat leads you to a large cottage, its walls yellowed and old. its size is not only for show as it has a castle looking tower on the side of it. its roof is covered in moss along with the bricks. its door is wooden and covered in wear and tear from what you can tell to be consistent use.
[[try open the door]] or [[knock on the door]]
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You stare her up and down, such a beautiful woman but such an evil mind.
“Vell, are you juzt going to zit and ztare all day?” she says, her tone playful with her eyes staring at you just as much as youre staring at her.
you sit up wiping soup off of your armour flicking it to the floor
[[Put the moves on?]]
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You flick your head out of the soup, the seasonings and meat falling down your face. You breathe heavily, the soup still tastes divine.
You remember someone threw you in there and quickly turn around, pieces of sausage flying off you. You see the culprit, a black haired woman with a nose as pointy as a needle, her outfit is purple and black wearing a large hat and a button up a cape draped over her. the cat who led you sits on her shoulder.
"vat ze fack!" she screams out "i ziddint expect you to zurvive!"
[["Dont quit your day job"]] or [["Whats with your accent?"]] or [[Throw a punch at her]]
(if: $points >= 8)[ [["Your face and soup are scalding hot"]] or [[Gawk at her]] ]
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You push onwards just as trained to, your instincts are screaming at you to try and find a safe place to hide out.
but as you keep walking in the corner of your eye you see a cat sat down staring you up and down, it looks like its scowling at you but you cant really tell. it is a long haired cat with patches of ginger black and white. Its eyes are green and piercing.
after what seems like sizing you up the cat begins to walk away looking behind it every couple seconds. it seems like it wants you to follow it.
[[Walk Past it]] or [[Follow the cat]]
<div>You stand over the witch, you remember the old myths about witches. That they melt when water is thrown over them. You still have about a swig of water left in your bottle. You reach back grab it and start untwisting as Vienna begins begging for her life. Without even thinking twice you throw the water over her.
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You find a comfortable spot, plump and full of soft moss and lay yourself down.
Your body finally relaxes, you let your arms lay themselves by your side. You let out a large sigh sinking deep into your armour. You have walked for ages, but for just this moment you can relax, sit your head back and rest.
Your body gives into its exhaustion , the pain and the damage you have taken.
You pass away peacfully laid in the forest.
Back to [[Start]]?
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Your eyes flutter open, youre... back in the farm.. your parents farm. you smell scents you havent felt for a long long time everything is back where it used to be, you hear all the animals your parents used to have. Cows, goats, chickens, pigs all singing together in one big orchestra of chaos.
Your body feels small, this witches schemes and tricks must be grabbing hold of you. Your hands are tiny, unscarred and smooth, your clothes are different too its exactly what you remember wearing before. but how would she know this? or is it even her that knows it?
You hear your parents walk up to the barn youre in, if you remember correctly this is the day you were going to learn how to care for the animals properly but it didnt go well.
[[continue]]
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The scenario shifts, instead of being on your parents farm youre back in that war. No matter what happens you feel like this war would have happened anyways.
You stand infront of all of your men, you cant even tell how many there are just that there are hundreds. You know each and every one of their names, you have to. its simple respect from commander to soldier.
You know that there are just as many enemies as you have soldiers, hell there may even be more than you have. so you have to think.
[[fall back]] or [[Attack]]
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Nows your chance! her guard is low and now is the only time you can try to get together with this beautiful vitch!
[[“that soup of yours was delicious, would you make it for me again sometime”]]
[[“my broom didn't fly today, but you still swept me off my feet”]]
[[ask to stay]]
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Your feet stomp.
each step you take your body screams, protesting against every movement. Your shins ache and your ankles are nearly giving out. the armour on you wighs you down more and more but you cant afford to take it off, not in this area. Your feet feel wet and swampy you cant even feel anything from the waist down, the only thing moving you is sheer willpower.
Your footsteps sound moist, gravel and moss twist together producing a squelch each time you lift your foot. Your stomach turns and growls, you cant remember the last time you ate or even drank anything.
[[Keep Walking?]] or [[Lay down a while]]?
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You wind up a punch and strike the witch square in the face
She falls to the ground with a thud, her soup ladel clattering to the ground
You stand over her
[[Kill her]]
[[leave]]
]
(else:)[
You wind up a punch and strike the witch square in the face. She flies back her ladle clattering to the floor and the cat running away.
Her voice doesnt have the accent anymore. “YOU FUCKING CRETIN! I WAS WILLING TO LET YOU LIVE.” Your nerves are going crazy, every bone in your body is telling you to [[run]] or [[fight]].
]
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you walk past the cat ignoring its eyes and its stabbing glares.
You march on your body aching. as eventually the more and more you walk the less thinking is needed. the less conscious you are and ultimately you return to autopilot.
Your mind passes on but your body marches on like a chicken with no head.
Back to [[Start]]?
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You warn your father, as soon as the words exit your mouth he steps infront of both of you taking on both men.
he was able to take out one and injure the other but not without his own injuries, there are two blades stuck in his stomach. He collapses back, sat down he chokes on blood. he stares at you and your mother, not a single regret in his eyes. he smiles as his hands drop down to his sides and his body falls back fully.
You throw yourself ontop of him and close your eyes sobbing.
[[Present]]
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You quickly warn both parents shouting out that there are two men there, both your father and your mother jump to action fighting against the men.
you can clearly see where you got your fighting edge from, as your parents both swiftly take out both men, their blades clatter to the floor as your parents rush to check on how you are.
they both embrace you as you close your eyes taking in this moment. one that was never supposed to happen.
(set: $points to $points + 4)
[[Present]]
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Vivian is obviously displeased with your attempts to woo her. “Vill you please just go. I zon’t have ze space for you're fat ass and I've been more zan hospitable already” she looks visibly uncomfortable, her eyes shoot daggers at you
[[leave]], [[Kill her]]
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You ask the witch if you could stay in her cottage for a while.
After a brief pause she responds rather hesitantly to your request. “Vell, I’m not too zure. I have razher a lack of zpace and I’m zure you can look after yourzelf now”
[[take off helmet]] or [[ask again]]
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Your parents come in the barn and greet you, you havent seen them in so long that you almost cry, theyre here, in the flesh.
Your training kicks in once again, in the corner of your eye you see the men who killed your family. They are trying to sneak up behind them blades in hand but not this time. this time you are more keen more alert and trained.
do you [[Warn your parents]], [[Warn your father]] or [[Fight them yourself]]
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You tell your soldiers to wait and fall back, they are confused but they listen to what you have to say. You speak to them to try strategise on what to do next. You are all split between attacking now or waiting before attacking.
(set: $points to $points + 2)
[[wait longer]]
[[Attack now]]
<div>You unsheathe your broken blade, years and years of training have been thrown together to complete your style of fighting. You are not going to let one little witch throw it all away. You rush at her attempting to stab her but before you can even get to her, [[Everything goes dark]].<div id="text-box5">
You know what happened here.
You and the witch live out a wonderful life together with your kid and your cat alike. This seems like the best outcome you couldve gotten here. Building your own family, getting away from war and conflict. Life for you will be pretty cushy.
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You knock on the door, its sound is hollow and deep the door slightly dents from your armour, it was definetly not built for metal to hit it.
There is no response to your knock but you notice from your knock the door cracked open.
Do you wish to [[Enter]]?
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You leave the witches cottage and be it with an empty stomach or not, you will never forget what youve been through in this place.
(if: $points >= 8)[You feel like youre missing out on the best life you couldve lived, just by leaving.]
(else:)[You have the feeling that if you had made better choices something special could have happened. But seems like youll never know.]
<div>You ready your feet and bolt away, you take it step by step, right foot left foot. You dash as fast as you humanly can but it was not enough. Your legs are still strained and your body is still weak. You reach the door of the cottage and suddenly. [[Everything goes dark]].<div id="text-box5">
You unstrap the back of your helmet and after fiddling with the ties you are finally able to push it off your head. The witch looks at your face and your beauty simply dazzles her. Vivian is clearly taken aback by the sight before her and any concern she may have had before is dispelled. “Vell, if you're going to stay ze night I’ll need to zhow you to ze bedroom”
[[follow her]]
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You twist the doors wooden handle, you the gears turn audibly as you hear them creak and groan and with a satisfying click, the door opens.
the cat pushes past you and enters through the small crack made in the door, it was kind of a tight squeeze and you saw it kick its little paws out to fit in. from inside you can hear it meow at you to come in.
[[Enter]]
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Your soldiers are starting to question you, but they still listen. eventually the enemies attempt to rush you but from the strategising you have done you and all of your soldiers quickly dispatch of them. Despite some small injuries all of you make it out unscathed.
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[[Get out of the soup]]
<div>You deeply appologise putting a hand up to the back of your head, you didnt mean to annoy her, you just wanted her to know your interest. maybe you need more sincerity? maybe she just needs to see your face.
she smiles at you telling her her soup is lovely so at least you have that going for you.
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Vivian rolls her eyes at your poor attempt at a pick up line. You do not have much experience with women. She lets out a sigh and says “Is zat all you have to say?”
[[“Sorry. Thank you, I thought your soup was lovely”]]
[[take off helmet]]
[[ask to stay]]
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Vivian blushes and glances away twisting her hair with her fingers. She seems to have a week spot for compliments on her cooking. It doesnt matter if you didnt enjoy it or not it was worth it for that look in her face. “Vell, zat’s very kind of you. If you vanted to ztay ze night there vill be more zoup for you in ze morning”
decline and [[leave]] or [[take off helmet]]
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