>>32700780
>The Bus. You never needed a license or a car in the city, and the bus might be a way to make new friends. Of course, there's always the chance that you get stuck on a really shitty bus...

>>32700780
>The Bus. You never needed a license or a car in the city, and the bus might be a way to make new friends. Of course, there's always the chance that you get stuck on a really shitty bus...

>>32700780
>>Your uncle's car. You don't like buses, and it isn't like you have a car to yourself. For now, getting rides from your uncle isn't too bad. Of course, it may cost you some style points to be driven everywhere...

>>32700780
>>Your car. You didn't really need one before, but your parents got you one for your birthday. Perks of being an only child, you guess. Of course, it costs a nice chunk of money to own a car...

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You open the front door and walk across the wet grass of your tiny front yard.
The bus door is already open, and you step aboard. Last chance to run, your mind says.

You scan the crowded bus for a moment before the bus door hisses shut and you start rolling. Damn driver, isn't there some law against moving while students are standing?

Almost every seat seems to be occupied. You continue to pick your way towards the back of the bus. You get a few stares, and a few whispers behind your back. Everyone must be excited to see such a fabulous city person like yourself, you reason.

The only open seat is at the very back, next to a rather well endowed blonde with medium length curly hair and a silver cross around her neck. As you plop yourself down into the torn seat, she becomes startled from her reverie and turns to face you.

“Oh? I haven't seen you around before, who are you?”

>>32700952

>Well, who are you?

>>32700986
Charlotte

>>32700986
Biff Hardabs

>>32701045
>>32700986
Carbs Reduction

>>32700986
>Big McLargehuge

Dan Brown

>>32700986
Henry Thornpike

Connor Englewood

>>32700986
Samantha Wright

>>32700986

>>32701169
That'll do.

>>32700952
Charles Manson

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“Samantha,” you say. “Samantha Wright”

The girl gives you an appraising look before smiling politely and thrusting her hand forward.

“I'm Kayla, nice to meet you!”

Well, it's all nice to meet you too Kay-

“Have you found our lord and Savior Jesus Christ?”

>Well?
>Have you found JESUS?

>>32701271
Err.. no?

>>32701271
Remember we're in north carolina.

Shit.

Just say you're thinking about it.

> One post about Jesus and everyone stops replying

Killed your own thread OP.
Oh well, better luck next time.

>>32701271
Stare her with dead, glassy eyes.

>>32701271
"I didn't know he was lost. Do we need to organize another search party?"

>>32701271
"He's a wily one, isn't he? I guess the King of Kings is also the King of Hide and Seek. He's never where I expect him to be."

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Right, well, you were never particularly religious you don't suppose.

“Err, I'm considering it..?”

It's less a statement, more of a question.

Kayla leans back and shoots you another appraising stare, then rocks forward suddenly, right next to your face.

“You should join the Joy Club. You're new here, right?”

“Well, yeah...” you stammer.

“Join the Joy Club then! You get to make all sorts of new friends, and it helps to have friends in school!”

You guess you can't argue with that logic.

Kayla settles back into her seat and, after a short while, resumes her previous mission of staring idly out the window. It's another fifteen minutes or so before the bus comes to a stop in front of the old building that serves as the main part of the high school. The front lawn seems well maintained save for two large dusty squares that seem to be of no use. You wonder what they're for.

Just as you step inside the building, the first bell rings. Damn. Guess you have to go straight to class.
You look down at the little notecard in your hand with a room number scrawled on it in black sharpie.

“R123”

Well, that shouldn't be hard to figure out. R must stand for room, and 123 is just the room number. You can probably find your way there yourself.

>Try and get to the classroom yourself?
>Ask someone for directions?
>Other?

>>32701553
>Ask someone for directions?
Assholes didn't even give us a map.

North Carolina schools everyone

>>32701553
>Other?
Look on our own, but if we can't find it after about five minutes of searching, ask for help.

>>32701553
Skip class
We're a delinquent.


>>32701586
They're like, 48th in the nation for pay too

>>32701599
Changing my vote to this.

I wanna be a delinquent

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Fuck this.

You don't even want to be at this shitty school anyways. You don't want to be in this shitty town with it's shitty Jesus and shitty directions. The only reason you're even here is because some train operator fucked up your old life.

You hang around in the hallway until it empties completely. No one's around, no one seems to be looking for you, no one cares.

How absolutely emo. Maybe you should dye your hair black and slit your wrists.

Standing around in the hallway might not be the best idea forever though. Maybe you should try and find...

>The Library. Should be empty, backwoods rednecks only know how to read the Bible, right?

>The Gym. You've always liked sports, maybe you can dick around in the gym or make nice with a coach?

>The Bathrooms. Nothing says privacy like high school bathrooms!

>>32701762
>The Gym. You've always liked sports, maybe you can dick around in the gym or make nice with a coach?

Play some basketball

>>32701762
>>The Library. Should be empty, backwoods rednecks only know how to read the Bible, right?

Going to the gym's just going to get us picked up by whatever cop has a beat at this school and bathrooms are scrub tier.

>>32701871
>Being an emo nerd.

Nope, being sporty is the way to go

>>32701884
>Doge to the library
>emo nerd

Confirmed for never having skipped class in highschool

>>32701974
Well yeah of course I did, I just left the school entirely though.

>>32701762
>>The Library. Should be empty, backwoods rednecks only know how to read the Bible, right?

Please tell me something supernatural will happen soon.

>>32701762
>>The Library. Should be empty, backwoods rednecks only know how to read the Bible, right?

The Library. No one ever goes to the library. Shit, even in DC no one ever went to the library.

You wander around the halls for a bit, assuming that you're going in a very libraryish direction.

Libraryish. Is that even a word? You guess you can look it up when you get to the library.

- - -

After wandering through the hallways for a few minutes, you arrive at the entrance of what you can only assume to be the library. It's got all the right tags, books inside, a checkout desk, a little sign beside it that says “Bigham High Library”.

Stepping inside you're met with the smell of old paper and wood. The library itself is much bigger than you would have expected of a small high school, and strange books line the shelves, everything from the Communist Manifesto to Mein Kampf to the complete collection of Animorph novels.

Huh. Strange selection.


>Browse for a book?
>Explore the Library?
>Go to sleep?
>Other...?

>>32702200
>Go to sleep?

Reading? When we can catch up on some sleep?

>>32702200
Look for a cute guy.

>>32702200
>>>Explore the Library?
Why not poke around randomly, what could go wrong?

>>32702282
This, might as well explore

>>32702200

>Browse for a book?

Eh, why not.

If I wake up and you guys haven't hooked up with that cute blond with the express purpose of corrupting her I'm going to be sorely disappointed.

Also, we best have dick growth potential or this is going to suck.

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You decide to explore while you're here. After all, it doesn't look like there are any teachers around.

- - - -

After some perusing, you decide that this is probably the strangest damn library you've ever been in. A good portion of the books, almost a third it looks like, are old and dusty, written on yellowed pages. Some of them even look to be written in Ye Olde Eangliesh or whatever, and there are more than a few in Latin.

You're making your second circuit of the library when you notice a small alcove hidden in the back corner. Something you must have missed on your first pass around. You walk over and notice that one of the walls of the alcove is actually a door.

A gentle breeze pushes it open, revealing a set of stairs that descend into the unknown.

>Let's go down there and check things out!
>Yeah, hell nah, let's not do that at all.

>>32702443
>Let's go down there and check things out!
There's no reason not to

>>32702443
Forgive me, I forgot to erase the water mark ;_;

>>32702443
>>Let's go down there and check things out!
EXPLORATION

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBsNST-UlV0

You descend.

The air down here is cold and musty, and the walls are bare bricks. You aren't exactly sure what this room is used for, but it looks like it spans the entirety of the bottom of the library. Eh, it seems to be well lit at least.

At one end of the room, the side that you approximate is closest to the windows in the library, you see a lecturne. As you walk up to investigate, you notice that there's an open book with strange markings on it just sitting there, waiting to be peeked inside of. You maneuver around to get a better vie-

“Hey! What are you doing in the Joy Club's Meeting Room!?!”

You know that voice.

You turn about and see the small form of Kayla, virtually fuming, with her little hands balled up into fists at her sides.

“I said, what are you doing down here!” Kayla stamps her feet at the base of the stairs. “You're supposed to be in first block, you know!”

>Well, what are you doing down here?

>>32702690
"Exploring, what does it look like?"

"What are you doing here?"

>>32702690
Wandering around

>>32702690
looking for jesus

>>32702690
"Avoiding class, what's it look like I'm doing?"

“I'm just wandering around!” You put up your hands in a calming manner. You may be a delinquent, but getting into a fight on the first day of school isn't exactly your thing. You're more of a 'Hang out, skip school, consider the occasional cigarette' kind of girl. But really, this chick.

“You should be in class right now and the Joy Club room is off limits unless under the supervision of the President of the Joy Club!” She says all this in one breath. Kind of impressive actually. Her tiny shoulders heave in frustration.

“Well, aren't you President of the Joy Club?” you say.

She gives a quick nod.

“Aren't you down here supervising me?”

She gives another, slower nod, a confused expression creeping across her face.

“Besides,” you say, “Shouldn't you be in class too? What are YOU doing down here?”

“Oh!” She just now seems to notice that little loop in her logic. “I'm here to pick up the Bible from this morning's faculty meeting. Mr. Lynch wants it back.”

She makes her way quickly towards the lectern and snaps the book shut before you can look at it any further. You see that the front of it says 'BIBLE' in giant gold letters.

“Now, if you don't mind,” she says, “I'll escort you back to class to make sure you aren't tempted into any more trouble!”

>Nah, I mind.
>Sure, I'll go.
>Other...?

>>32703072
>>Nah, I mind.

>>32703072
>Other...?

Rape her

>>32703072
>Nah, I mind.

“Actually, Kayla, I do mind.” You have better things to do than get bossed around by this prissy little cuntstain.

“I don't think you understand,” she says. “I'm going to escort you back to class, and you will not be tempted into evil.”

Whoa, tempted into what now?

“Fuck off.” You think that should drive home your point, and this chick is seriously starting to creep you the fuck out.

Kayla opens the BIBLE and flips to a page. What the hell is this bitch doing?

“And the LORD said unto them, LISTEN and thou shalt OBEY!”

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 2

>>32703291

Rolled 16

>>32703291
How many dice? Low rolls or high rolls?

Rolled 11

>>32703291
i am starting to like this quest less and less

>>32703337
Best of first three, rolling low. No crits unless two of the same number are rolled in the first three posts, and then lower is better.

Rolled 10

>>32703291

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You laugh. Who the hell does this girl think she is, some sort of messiah? You walk right past her stunned form, still holding the book in front of her like some sort of gun. Jesus freaks man, they're crazier than you imagined they would ever be.

You ascend the stairs back up into the library. Everything still seems nice and quiet, and first block isn't over for another hour at least. You've still got plenty of time to kill, and plenty of options on where to kill it.

>Stick around in the library, do something here. (Browse for a book, sleep, write-in...)

>Go try and find the gym. Maybe you can shoot some hoops or something to kill time?

>Go hang out in the bathroom. It's private, and you doubt that Ms. Joy Club would ever enter such an unholy place.

>Other...?

>>32703478
>>Stick around in the library, do something here. (Browse for a book, sleep, write-in...)

Read some Asimov.

>>32703478
>Go try and find the gym. Maybe you can shoot some hoops or something to kill time?

>>32703478
So is this quest magic-y or is jesus girl just really weird?

>>32703478
>>Stick around in the library, do something here. (Browse for a book, sleep, write-in...)

Book battle Quest? Let's go find The Art of War.

>>32703572
I think we avoided getting magic'd by rolling so well.

>>32703478
>Go try and find the gym. Maybe you can shoot some hoops or something to kill time?

If you're going to cut class, you decide you may as well look like you're doing something productive.

You head off into the library in search of something good to read, maybe a nice sci-fi or something everyone should know, like The Art of War.

As you browse the shelves of the library looking for actual content, you can't help but wonder what was in that 'BIBLE' Kayla was hold. Shit didn't look like any language you've ever seen, at least.
Well, maybe Farsi or Hindu or some other brown people language.

You thumb through the various sections of the library and pick up whatever interests you. Before long you have quiet a few books chosen to read, things that looked like they might be fun or things you always wanted to read, or things that friends have recommended to you. You set your stack down on a table and decide to start with..

>An Isaac Asimov Omnibus
>Sun Tzu's The Art of War
>The Sword of Truth by Terry Goodkind
>A History of Tractors in Ukraine
>The Testimony of the Spade
>Heart of Darkness
>Twilight

>>32703572
Jesus girl is too chuuni.

We should fuck it out of her

Note to self; Don't post in two threads at once.

>>32703752
>>A History of Tractors in Ukraine

>>32703752
>Sun Tzu's The Art of War
or
>Heart of Darkness

>>32703752
>History of Tractor in the Ukraine!

Though that is not the title.

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You sit down and crack open A History of Tractors in Ukraine, a book that one of your foreign friends from DC recommended you read. Something about a farmer in the Ukraine or something.

…

…

This is not that book.

This book isn't a novel at all, it's an honest to god history of the use of tractors in the country of Ukraine.

What the fuck? Who would write something this dull?

“Uhm, excuse me?”

You're startled. You look up to see a rather bland boy standing over you. His dark hair seems a bit messy, and his clothes are disheveled. He adjusts his glasses and addresses you again in voice that is soft yet stern.

“Excuse me ma'am, you're in my seat.”

Huh. You're in his seat. Well, that sucks for him, doesn't it?

….

“Excuse me, could you please move from my seat?”

>Well, could you please move from his seat?

> “No, I'll sit where I want, thank you!
> “Sure, I can sit somewhere else.”
>Other...?

>>32703999
> “No, I'll sit where I want, thank you!

Add a fuck you to that. Holy shit what's with this school?

>>32703999
Why doesn't he go sit in one of the dozens of identical seats around the library?

>>32703999
>Sure.

Might as well try to make ONE friend on our first day.

>>32704083
No fuck him. Why should we move? There's a billion seats in this empty library

>>32703999
>Let him sit on your lap.

“Holy shit, what is with this fucking school? Why don't you go sit in one of the dozens of identical seats around the library?!?” Fucking hell. It's barely been a hour into your first day and things already feel slow and dull, not to mention everyone around here seems like a badly written character in some bland school anime.

The strange boy looks at you and adjusts his glasses again.

“The seat you are currently in is located in the approximate center of the material campus, and is thus an intersection point for the various nodes of latent energy necessary to maintain the dimensional anchor. I must sit there for a total of One Hundred and Twenty Three minutes every day in order to siphon residual energy in order to do battle with the Cult of God.”

…

What?

“Uhh, okay buddy, can you run that by me again in English please?” This is weird. You don't like this. You want to leave. Shit, you should have just went to class.

The boy sighs. “I just really need to sit there. So if you don't mind, would you please move?”

>Well, will you move or not?

>>32703999
>Sure
I'd rather give him the benefit of the doubt for now, he isn't obnoxious like the bible bitch(yet).

>>32704221
No wait I take it back, he's just as fucked.

>>32704218
Nope. He's crazy.

Tell him to fuck off.

>>32704218
Let him have his seat.
No skin off our bones.

>>32704218
Tell him to sit on our lap.

>>32704218
He can fucking have it, we're getting out of this school holy shit.

>>32704218
>Lift him up
>Put him on our lap

>>32704316
Backing this. While telling him to fuck off

You know what? Fuck all of this. Crazy boy, crazy girl, fuck them all.

“Sure, you can have the fucking seat you weird little shit,” you say.

You don't even bother to pick up your books as you make your way quickly out of the library. You need to head someplace else, some place far away from the insanity that seems to be oozing from the campus.

You practically jog down the hall, making a break for the main door as quickly as possible. As you move past the classrooms you can see that the teachers are all standing absolutely still inside of their classrooms, and every single one of them has the same blank expression on their face.

Jesus Christ, can this place get any weirder?

You're almost to the front door when someone calls to you from down the hallway. “Hey, new girl! Don't even try it!”

>>32704476
mope fuck them keep going

>>32704476
Keep going, sprint out of here.

We need a cig

>>32704540
*nope

>>32704476
Is there another post coming or do we make a decision?

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You sprint right out the front door. Fuck that guy, he's probably another weird asshole too.

You blow past the weird square patches of dirt and hang a sharp left, on the road back towards town.

It isn't that long before you're on main street, with shops lining either side. Despite the cars parked on the curb, everything looks suspiciously deserted.

“Hey!”

God damn it, it's that same fucking asshole. Did he follow you into town? What the fuck is up with people around here?

“Please, just listen to me for a minute, I'm on your side!”

>Listen to him for a minute?
>Nah, fuck that, fuck this, I'm outta here.

Sorry for the wait, captcha wasn't co-operating.

>>32704665
>Listen to him for a minute?

He has until we finish the cigarette.

>>32704665
>>Listen to him for a minute?

>>32704690
What cigarette? We don't have any.

>>32704726
We're a delinquent, we should.

>>32704744
We skipped class to read books in the library. We're not exactly one of those try hard delinquents .

>>32704796
Eh, I wanted to play basketball. But what can you do

>>32704665
>>Listen to him for a minute?

(1/2)


Fine.

“You have until I finish my cigarette. Get to talking.”

As you pull a cheapo cigarette from your pocket and light it, the stranger steps a bit closer.

“My name is Joey Connors, and I'm not one of the crazy ones.”

Okay, he seems to be doing well so far...

“Everyone else in this town is though!” He pauses and waves his hands around for effect. “They're all a bunch of weird alien-ghosts or something, and they're using magic to mind control everyone!”

…

Right. Alien-ghosts with mind control. Sure.

You take a long drag off your cigarette and blow the smoke right into his face.

“Listen,” you say, “I just want three things right now. I want to finish my cigarette, I want to go home, and I want to not be bothered by any of the crazies in this town for the rest of my life. Can you tell me how to accomplish that?”

Joey mumbles to himself some. You're about done with your cig, so you go ahead and throw it on the curb just to get out of there faster. Fucking hell this is such shit, you need a fucking nap.

>>32704931
>Actually taking the cigarette idea
>No one else seconded it

>>32704931
Fuck, are we addicted to cigs now?

>>32705000
>>32705014
We can quit any time

Wow, did OP fuck off?

Come back QM.

Captcha killed the QM?

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