Reinhardt
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| I shall be introducing a new form of storytelling. Well, it's not really new. In this thread, shall be told a story of a hero, living in his youth, encountering different sorts of people and obstacles in his life, making him grow not only as a man, but as a person as well. "Yeah, whatever, just tell me this new form of storytelling of yours." The story will be told in the first person view. Meaning, readers will see as the main character. "Wow. So new." I was not done yet. This story may be told by me, the author, but it will not fully depend on me only. You, as the readers, will also have a part. And a very crucial one, at that. Using the poll system, you will decide what action the main character must do, in order to triumph over the situation he's in. It will be much like a make-your-own-adventure story. Polls, however, have a deadline in order for me to update and continue the story. |
| DON'T FORGET TO VOTE WHEN YOU'VE READ IT. |
And so, let us begin.
"It is time. I have finally gotten through life. Although it pretty much sucked, I still am grateful to have lived for such a long time. Ah. I can see them. All of my memories. Rushing back to my mind. My few achievements. My very little successes. And an awful lot of failures and mistakes. If only I could've turned back time and did them right..."
In a room dimly lit by a small lamp, a young man slept in the comfort of his bed. The bed, located at the far center of the room, was colored sky blue, and had no designs and whatnot. It was just a simple bed, to be used for sleeping and other related purposes. The walls of the room were covered in a blue wallpaper, which had a simple striped design. The brown wooden floor had a small gray mat on top of it. On the far left of the room was a brown, wooden study table which stretched to the center left. On it were a few books and notebooks, a black backpack, and a very customized desktop. It had the specs of a top-notch computer, yet it looked as if it was some regular slim desktop. The study table had several drawers, which included things such as notebooks, writing and art materials, and some small devices. On the far right was a tall cabinet. No need to tell, there lie a lot of clothing. It had two windows, one on the right beside the cabinet, and one beside the bed. The door of his room is aligned with the cabinet, although it is on the other end.
The young man is Aaron Reindhart. An incoming high school student, whose many talents are hindered by his laziness.
It was five in the morning. The sun has already risen, and its rays of light had gone through his window. A few roosters had already did their job. Some birds were chirping outside, somewhere atop the branches of the trees in the neighborhood. Aaron rises from his slumber, sitting up from his lying position. He had short, silky, black hair, which was messed up during his sleep. He had brown eyes, which seemed to shine under the rays of sunlight. His skin complexion was quite fair, and weirdly, was as smooth as a girl's skin. His voice wasn't very deep, nor was it very high pitched. It was just the average voice for a high schooler. He looked around, trying to confirm where he was. Much to his surprise, he was still in his room. "A dream? But...it all seemed so real. Those memories and such." He then, looked at the clock, which was hanged on the wall just above the study table.
5:01 AM
"Hmm. Still quite early. School's pretty near so...I think I can take a nap.", he said, "Or I could prepare early and get a good reputation."
| DISCONTINUED, DUE TO POLL EXPERIMENT FAILURE. |
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