When I got my cutie mark, everyone thought my special talent was medicine.
And you know what?
They were right! if you consider downing cold medicine like water a talent...
My life is run by my illness.
I haven't left the house in months, I stopped going to school, and I can't remember the last time I had a conversation with someone that didn't start with "Maybe you should sit down."
C'est la vie, I guess.
I just hope today goes alright.
1 of 2
Okay, I can do this! Sitting up is the hardest part!
...getting out of the bed is the hardest part!
2 of 2 you are now in control
Alright, It's time to get up.
My legs still work, that's a good sign. I make my way over to the mirror on the other side of my room.
Yeesh, I look the same way I feel.
Oh boy, here we go. I need to get some medicine from the bathroom.
Wouldn't be morning without it.
Mom only caught me doing this once. She didn't even say anything, which was actually the scariest part.
That doesn't stop me though. If I drink enough of this stuff, I actually feel alright for a bit.
Only for a bit, though.
I start the shower and sit in the steam for a bit. It clears up my nose and let's me breathe.
And I sit there...
I just breathe.
It feels... nice.
Take a moment to reflect on everything we know about our illness.
After we're finished brooding, head to the kitchen and make some cereal. Use water instead of milk because we're lactose intolerant.
>poner addicted to otc drug
Cmon anon we both know you can abuse that word a bit more convincingly
To the kitchen I go.
>"Hey, bud! How ya feelin' today?"
Ah, I can't mope around my Dad. It might be physically impossible.
But... what do I tell him?
(OOC: The artist is getting tired)
Come on, this isn't fair.
>"Well I think I know how to make you feel great!"
>He's heading over to the stove. There's a bowl of batter sitting on the counter
>"How do you feel about pancaaaakes?"
(OOC: He says he's done for tonight)
I know quite a bit about the whole thing. Should I do a quick post about it so the teenagers in this thread who want to inject marijuanas but can't find a dealer don't OD on acetaminophen when they chug a bottle of tussin max DM?
"That sounds good."
... Well he gets it, anyway.
>"That's what I like to hear! Sit on down cuz ees uh gonna be uh good uh baaatch!"
Oh geez, he's breaking out the accent. He always does that when he's excited.
>He reaches out his hoof and I bump it with mine.
Knowledge is power, I'd say share if ya feel like it.
"After breakfast, can we go to the park or something?"
>He looks at me for a sec, making this kind of thinking face.
>"Sure thing! Glad to see you're feeling up to going out again."
>We don't really talk much while we're eating.
What do I say? This silence is killing me.
(OOC: I should have, I thought my artist was gonna stay up later, sorry.)
The gist of it is that you never take anything with an active ingredient that isn't DXM. Gauifenesin is sort of an exception, but that will probably make you vomit like crazy and you'll already be nauseous from the DXM so you'll likely end up having a bad trip. Point is, stick to stuff with just DXM.
Second, look up dosage information, do the fucking math, and undershoot for your first high. You will probably go a little crazy when you do it, and you don't want to get way higher than you think you're going to. If you're going to do a ton, get someone else there with you because this shit is like PCP but arguably safer.
Delsym and the rest are totally different animals. Delsym has the extended release formula, so you'll get a 10-ish hour high that's kind of shit compared to the real thing. A lot more of a physical/body high (I got a "whooshy" feeling in my head that was pleasant at first but by the end was just making me feel sick.)
Do it in a comfortable place obviously, with a trash can nearby because it's entirely possible to get sick. Not really sure about what food to eat beforehand but dry, starchy stuff probably works well. Get the lights kind of dim but not totally dark - it's more comfortable that way. Weirdly, when I listen to music with headphones on the subtle difference between my ears screws my balance up and I end up feeling sick. I'd recommend listening to it on speakers, but that might just be my inner ear being a little bitch.
Finally, if you really are a kid thinking about doing this, please do some more in-depth research than this post. Realistically you'll probably be fine, but when I was young and stupid I did this a few times and I never realized how close I came to hurting myself. I'm not entirely sure, but looking back, at one point I think I only avoided overdosing on acetaminophen and dying because I grabbed the wrong cough syrup off the shelf.
Or you could quit being a faggot and just smoke weed instead.
I tried to think of a joke... maybe I'll leave that one on the back burner.
"Sooo, what have you been up to?"
>"S'only 8 Syrup. Not much I can get into so early."
"Well, how are things at work?"
>"Awwight awh guessh, aw'm leavin' fer Ferllyderlphia next werk."
>He's got a mouthful of pancake... nice one, Dad.
"Hey, do we have any cough drops?"
>"They're not up in the bathroom with your other stuff?"
(OOC: I don't know, I thought it would be fun, but I didn't realize how hard this stuff was.)
Curiosity mostly, I'm a big drinker and recently smoke alot of pot but I'll never pass up a new "safe-ish" way to get fucked up. I've done a bit of reaserch on it before and you pretty much just confirmed what I'd read about it.
Yeah, when you've done the research it's definitely appealing. Fairly cheap, fun, and as far as I can tell it's actually pretty safe. I wish a bit more research would be done so we'd have a definitive answer on its safety, but oh well.
Okay I got some really good advice from the CYOA Discussion thread. And I'm gonna try to put it to good use this session!
Unfortunately, I don't think there is going to be anymore art for this story, and if there is it will be very rare. But that's okay! I think I can handle this.
Anyways, I'm setting an ETA for 10:30
If Storyteller isn't keen for doing art for every update, then perhaps you could get her to just draw some character designs for you to post whenever you want to introduce a new pone.
Art programs aren't the problem, I just can't draw!
>pic related, It's what it looks like when I try
Dude, THIS is what AiH started out as. Good art is not a big deal.
>I do my best to keep my mouth full for the rest of breakfast so I don't have to try to break the silence.
>When we're finished I head upstairs to the bathroom, open up the cabinet and there they are. Not the sweetest candy, but my breath is the best smelling thing around while I'm eating them. I've got all kinds of flavors too!
Grape, Mint, Orange, Lemon, Pine...
...Pine? Well whatever. I can't stand around-
>"Syrup! You ready!?"
Gah! Which flavor? Which flavor!?
>I grab a few mint ones for the breath and a few... Oh nice! Strawberry cream! definitely taking a few of those. Time to get downstairs!
>I see Dad standing at the front door.
>"Ready to go?"
Might as well grab my scarf, who knows what the weather'll be like?
"Yeah, I'll meet you outside."
>As he heads out I make my way to the coat rack in the living room. Hanging on top is one of the few articles of clothing I own. A brown-cream striped scarf. As I walk back towards the front door, I throw it around my neck and let the loose ends hang.
>Outside the front door is Dad.
>"Okay! Let's go!"
>But then he looks me over. And smiles
>"Lookin' sharp, bud. Gonna try to pick up some jogger fillies at the park?"
"Pshh, like I need a scarf for that. Besides, getting fillies that are walking their pets is a lot easier."
>He starts howling with laughter, but composes himself for a second to say
>"How- *heh How do you think I met your mother!"
>Now he's laughing even harder, as we walk I can just feel people looking at us.
>We find our way to the giant wooden arches that act as the entrance to the park. Passing by a few restaurants and shops along the way. When we're in I can see a few ponies playing frisbee or trotting along the dirt path that leads around the park. There are also benches littered around the area and a lot of them are unoccupied .
>"So what do you wanna do?"
If we're as sick as everyone says we are, even walking around should tire us out a lot.
In fact, we should probably be exhausted by now.
Just sit on a bench and watch the ponies playing.
Treat it as an escape, just watching other ponies being happy, healthy, and active. Many sick or other handicapped people do this.
"Can we just sit down?"
Please, I need my lungs to catch up with the rest of me.
>"Okay, anywhere specific?"
"Maybe that one, so I can watch the frisbee game?"
>We head over to a bench in the shade, it gives me a good view of everything that's going on in the game. It's mostly fillies my age playing and a few younger colts.
>They just go back and forth for a bit, I don't think they're playing an actual game. They might just be tossing it around. I think about getting up, until.
>"Heads up!" a light orange coated filly calls out.
>A frisbee lands right next to me, smacking loudly against the bench. I jump at the noise.
>"Sorry!" the same filly.
>She's trotting over here. Dad is giving me this smirk/ side look thing.
>play CYOAs to escape from cruelness of reality
>play CYOA about poner that is slowly dying
>reminded that we are all slowly dying, meandering through our meaningless lives, incapable of accomplishing anything worth doing in the short time before our deaths, unable to justify our existence
>CYOA did not work this time
>Bitch it's just a cold
>Gargantuan effort to get out of bed
>Doesn't even feel good enough to leave the house in months
>Hasn't gone to school in longer
>Parents don't stop him from ODing on cough syrup
Even if it's not terminal, it's not just a cold.
>I can't remember the last time I had a conversation with someone that didn't start with "Maybe you should sit down."
He's getting some shocking news pretty often.
I took that to mean that people thought he looked sick all the time so they thought he should take a breather.
Your beautiful digits say otherwise, though. 6699, not to mention that 2+1+3=6, and there's another 6 to top it all off. Just beautiful. Only way it could be better is if the first 6 was a 9 instead.
I read it only because I silently pray that Cough Syrup will get better.
A CYOA can have a happy ending, life - not really.
>become friends with pone
>they begin to care about us
>they find out about our condition
>they becomes sad
>we feel guilty for making them sad
>they're become even sadder
>we don't become friends with pone
>they live a happier life
From an objective standpoint, socializing with other kids will only bring more pain, grief and regret into the world. It's fundamentally unethical to form a relationship with somebody else, because that relationship won't have a happy end.
Sure, having no friends sucks, but that's our burden to bear. It's pure selfishness to inflict sorrow onto a stranger just to alleviate our own loneliness.
And think about it, could we ever actually be good friends with a healthy kid?
We wouldn't be able to play games with them, or gossip about school life — hell, we wouldn't even be able to give them a hug without the risk of coughing blood into their hair.
What do we, as a friend, actually have to offer?
Besides, they'd only stick around out of sympathy anyway.
We should start off in full depression mode, so there's room for feels and character development later.
Plus, it doesn't feel right for our MC to flirt with the first filly we meet.
He's just a colt. Children don't normally care for romance.
On top of that, it just seems out of character for Syrup to begin flirting. So far, he's been very self deprecating and miserable. He doesn't strike me as the playboy type.
Honestly, I think some of you Anons are thinking with your dicks.
I can only agree with everything said here
>>become friends with pone
>>they begin to care about us
>>they find out about our condition
>>they becomes sad
>>we feel guilty for making them sad
>>they're become even saddersadder
WAKE ME UP INSIDE
Depression is one of the stages of death, Anon.
"Oh, uh... It's fine. I, uh-"
>She picks the frisbee up off the ground, she's about to trot away, but just as she starts she stops and does a double take towards me.
>"Do I know you?" She says tilting her head
"I *koff don't think so... *koff."
I have no idea who you are, anyway.
... uh, okay?
>Her face is warped in intense thought.
>"... Cough Syrup?"
How does she even-?
"Yeah... how'd you know?"
>"Oh my gosh! I haven't seen you since Kindergarden! Do you remember me?"
Who the heck is this filly?
>"Marigold? Does that sound familiar?"
"I'm uh, not good with faces. Sorry."
>Dad decides to make things worse.
>"Come on, I remember taking you to her 6th Birthday! When's the last time you went to a birthday party?"
>He taps on my head, looking over at her
>"It's up here somewhere!" He chuckles and she follows suit, snorting up a storm.
My ears were hot enough to cook with before, but now I could probably melt metal with them.
"It's been a while, ho- *koff how's school been? I haven't been there in I don't know how long."
>"It's alright, I guess... Y'know, people still talk about you, like, all the time."
>"Y'hear that? You don't even go to school anymore and you're STILL a popular kid!" Dad adds while ruffling my mane.
>The other ponies Marigold was playing with are starting to make their way over to us.
... Thanks Dad.
"What do they say?"
>"Marigold what's the hold up?" another filly calls over to us.
>As they walk up Marigold turns one of the other fillies.
>"Look who it is!"
>One of the fillies trots up and throws a hug on me.
>"I haven't seen you in years!"
>I look over her shoulder into the group.
"How do all of you remember me?"
>"Everyone's been wondering where you went? A lot of 'em are saying you died."
Ah, I see... I do see.
"Well, I mean... not yet, anyway."
>And the crowd goes silent.
"... I mean I just don't get out a lot. I'm really tired all the time."
>They all just look around at eachother.
Why did I say that? I can almost feel Dad cringing.
>"Well it was nice seeing you again!" Most of them start to trot off. Except for Marigold.
>"Do you think you'll ever come back at some point?"
Boy, that's a loaded question if I've ever heard one.
"I hope so."
>She smiles. That's good. At least someone can handle my humor.
>"Me too... It was nice seeing you again, and you too, Mr. Block."
>"You too." Dad waves to her as she trots away. Once she's out of ear shot, he leans back against the bench.
>... He's not saying anything. No wise cracks, no jokes, nothing.
Why isn't he saying anything!? That whole conversation was perfect material!
(OOC: His immune system is incredibly weak. He has been catching different afflictions throughout his life, he very rarely is in good standing, health wise.)
>Is Coughie's sickness caused by his Cutie Mark?
I think it's the other way around. Being sick is our special talent.
This might sound bizarre or stupid, but think about it like this; we can't be good at anything in life because of our illness.
We can't throw parties like Pinkie Pie. We can't go fast like Rainbow Dash. We can't concentrate on studies like Twilight.
Everything that other ponies could do to get their cutie mark isn't an option for us. Our illness prevents us from excelling at anything.
All we have left is our illness. Being sick is the only thing we can be good at, and that's why it's our special talent.
At least, that's what Syrup should think. Hopefully later it'll turn out that our cutie mark means something else entirely.
>Isn't there SOME good side to his CM? Like he can't overdose medications or something?
If this was the case, I'd rather it be something we (and Syrup) discover naturally over the course of the quest.
Even if there isn't anything good about our cutie mark, I'd rather not have conformation from the QM that would stifle speculation.
"Dang, guess they weren't interested after all, huh? To be fair, none of them were walking their pet so..."
>He's still stone faced, just kind of staring off at something. I look to see if there's something of interest. But all I see besides the group from before going back to their game, is the tree line.
Why is he being so quiet?
>"Have you really been thinking about going back to school?"
"Well I think I'd like to, one day."
>He's silent again.
What's with him? This is totally unlike him. Two seconds ago he was running his mouth, and now... nothing.
>"... That's good to hear."
And I thought I was the king of weak smiles... He looks... weird, without his smirk or his big grin.
What am I supposed to say in a situation like this?
"Are you alright?"
Come on Dad, work with me.
>"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine. How about you?"
That's not "working with me."
>He looks around. Then turns to me.
>"You wanna go to the arcade or mini golf or something?"
I don't know what's got him so shaken, but maybe its for the best that I just drop it.
"Mini-golf, sounds cool."
>"Alright then, let's go!"
>We make our way across the field back to the entrance of the park. Essentially, right outside of the park is a little plaza filled with shops and attractions. We find ourselves in "Hole-in-one's Supreme Mini-Golf Experience."
What a name...
Hopefully this will cheer him up. What was getting him so moody, anyway? I thought he'd be happy at the idea of me going back to school...
Oh, well. Now is obviously not the time for that.
(OOC: Alright everyone! I'm heading to bed. See you all tomorrow!)
Something I wish you would do:
You should treat Cough's illness as debilitating as it should be. Almost every time his illness has affected him, it's been prompted by an anon.
He should be exhausted from doing normal activities, even walking, devolve into coughing fits in the middle of sentences, and never really yell or get excited.
Maybe not to the point of sudden collapse, but Syrup should have to take regular breaks to sit down and breathe.
From the way you're telling it, it seems like a minor cold, when no one in the universe is treating it like that .
Also, it's kind of confusing how little Cough Syrup knows about his condition. Apparently next to none, if he thinks he can go back to school.
And worse, it's shocking how bad his parents are at hiding how sick he is from him.
>Yeah, go ahead and drain that cough syrup, not like it'll matter anyway.
>You want to go back to school...? Uh, wanna go minigolfing? Maybe down to the arcade?
Although, I do like the morbid humor as a coping mechanism.
>"Ponies think you're dead!"
"Well, not yet, at least."
Although Im surprised the line about how tired we are garners more cringes than the line about not being dead yet.
To be fair, the hell kind of response did they expect?
We look like absolute shit, how do they expect the incredibly sick pony to respond to >"some ponies think you already died"?
Did they want us to lie through our teeth and tell them we're okay? Joking say 'no, not yet,' like we did, ignore it, laugh uneasily?
It's an insensitive thing to say, and I don't think we're the bad guy for not knowing how to respond.
So he basically has pony AIDS, but not acquired.
And what >>26149891 said. I'f Cough is supposed to be sick all the time, describe it. Not in every single post you make, but from time to time it would be good.