Just wondering if anyone would be interested in an interactive fan fiction (I present premise, reader states action, I present effect, repeat) of Mabinogi :/? Something like this
[spoiler] They foretold of the return, of the revenge of the Milletians. But no, why listen to a retired Royal Alchemist, banished and exiled to the Shank? I mean, it's not like he was the leading expert on them or anything. Alas, I was. And here I am. Milletians are rampant, or as I like to call them, Meats. Because that's all they are now. Walking hunks of brain-dead meat, except with the ability to use combat from their old life, to an extent. I suppose you have no clue what's going on if you're reading this. Waking up in an old cellar, locked inside, only greeted by screams of agony at night outside the door. Traumatic, yes, but necessary nonetheless. It all started when Shakespeare foretold of Morrighan's betrayal to the Milletians.
Morrighan denied all claims of course, but eventually dropped the act and allied with Nuadha and Cichol to attempt to bring down the Milletians. Hell on Erinn was started. Fire rained from the sky, the Dragons recovered in population and wrecked Iria. The only safe place was a small island north of Belvast, the Shank. We call it that because of the stab in your nose the first time you smell it. A smell of death and decay. Two, maybe three, squares acres of rotting flesh. No way of identifying the necrotic tissue. It was safe because Neamhain was guarding it, blocking the might of the gods. Milletians flooded under the wing of Neamhain, leaving the Tuatha to fend for Erinn. We fought, but soon succumbed to the Gods' might. Needless to say, the combined force of Morrighan, Nuadha, and Cichol all on Neamhain's shield broke it fairly quickly. Cichol used the remains of the shield to use the shadows of all the Milletians as weapons. Every Milletian on the island died instantly. What was left? Me. The Tuatha were dead, the Milletians were dead, and the only other surviving sentient beings were super powerful hunters. What did I do? I committed Suicide. Set my house on fire on purpose, something flashy like that.
“But how did I come to be?!†you may be asking. Well, my friend, you are the Milletian 2.0, meant to destroy all of the Meats. The gods died a long time ago, leaving the infant you, their creation, to fend for yourself. How did the gods die? Well, not all of them died, Aton Cemini is weak, but alive. You are his image, he has nurtured you to the ripe age of 14. I remember when I was 14, horny as a rhino. There's no girls, but I'm sure you'll find some use for all the dead carcasses... I'm kidding. But I digress, the point is, you are now the Butcher. You are the only hope of killing, maiming, and generally destroying the vermin that were your ancestors. You have a long road ahead of you. I'll try and help you in your journey, but don't count on it. In any manner, as a test of sorts, get out of the cellar.
With Regards,
Mr.Him
You look up from the note. You are in a small wine cellar, and the door to the building is bolted shut. Next to the letter you find a longsword and a loaf of bread. The building outside the cellar seems to be a small restaurant, and there is a humanoid figure hobbling away. The bolts are rusty, but so is the longsword, which looks like it could break at any moment. At the bottom of the door you see a note that says “Meet me in the square.â€
What is your course of action? (Limited to how your getting out of the cellar and other misc. actions)[/spoiler]
Would it work? Am I wasting time? Comments, Questions, Concerns, Hate, all are welcome.