A Spark of Life CYOA #1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6AhuOItW9k

Leading Lights of course. Only the most cultured acquire this exquisite piece of music! As we thread through these familiar dreary streets- the stirring of our mind can make us forget for only a moment with this harmony, as if we're discovering a new world.

>>1300185
sorry bud, you've only got the two options right now, thought I made that clear when I said "Option 1" and "Option 2"

>>1300176
2

Song 2

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>>1300209
>>1300223
You load up Offspring, because why not?
Umbrella in one hand, phone in the other, you walk down the street, reaching a point about a block away from your house before something bright flashes before your eyes.
Pain. Dear sweet mother of fuck PAIN. A white hot flash runs between your hands and then down into your feet, you smell barbecue mixed with burning rubber and ozone, your hair stands on end as something from above kicks you to the curb, leaving you on your hands and knees as the white hot pain boils into your stomach after doing several laps through your body. It's grown stronger as it went, and you go from your knees to lying on your side as the pain burns your throat, filling your mouth and then spilling out in the form of puke, your entire body convulses with every hurl, and soon one side of your clothes is soaked with the mess. The sound of an explosion rings in your ears...
Then it's over, the white light fades from your vision, and you blink, the pain was gone so quickly you weren't sure if you imagined it. But as you struggle to your feet, you can confirm that at the very least you threw up, and there's... a lot, which is weird, because you barely ate anything today. You pick up your umbrella and phone, finding the umbrella a mangled mess, the phone, oddly, is fine. You tuck it into your dry pocket, and put the umbrella under your arm, stumbling the rest of the way home.
You feel... different. lighter, or more energetic, or something, you know things are different, just not how. You reach for the key around your neck, unlocking the door. Good thing your parents aren't home, you don't want anyone to see you like this, the passing cars were enough. You throw your clothes in the watch and finally get a good look at yourself.
Well, now you know why you feel lighter. Your body has been changed, a lot, you used to be a bit of a lardass, but now you've got clearly defined abs, muscles everywhere, though nothing that makes you qualify for Mr. Universe. You check your hands, and find out that two identical, mirrored scars now mar them, lightning bolts.
You look yourself in the mirror, and find the lightning is in your eyes too, they've gone from the dull brown they used to be, to electric blue. Occasionally, you can swear you see your eyes spark.
What the hell happened, and what are you going to do about it?

Pretend nothing really changed, deal with your clothes and sit down at your computer
Call your parents about it
Call a doctor

>>1300374
Fuck, meant to say that you can pick options by saying "blue", "red", or "green"

>>1300374
>Pretend nothing really changed, deal with your clothes and sit down at your computer
Time to shitpost

>>1300374
green

We've got a tie, greaaat, gonna wait for more people then, I guess.

>>1300387
Blue.
No reason to cause alarm on something we can barely explain.

>>1300374
Blue. Let's not go apeshit, keep this power to ourselves.

Writing

>>1300374
You take a deep breath, trying to figure things out. You don't really want to tell anyone about it yet, not until you figure out what ELSE has changed. You need time, and fortunately that's what you've got, your parents usually come home late and don't ask questions, so if you can find a way to hide or explain your palms and eyes, you're golden.
For now though, you just want to deal with your clothes and try to pretend nothing happened. You throw on some pajamas while the washer is running and sit down at your computer, turning on the screen and beginning the search for a game that will help you feel normal, even if normal sucks shit. As an afterthought, you pull out your phone again and try to plug it in to charge, holding the small end in one hand and plugging the USB into your computer with the other.
The second the USB is plugged in, a small jolt hits your hand, and your vision goes white.

When it returns, you find yourself in a strange place, it's like something out of Tron, but less computer circuitry and more blank black space. Blue lines crisscross the walls, the floor, the ceiling... and highlight the doorway out.

Normal seems to have left the building.

Go through the doorway
Take a closer look around
Stay where you are and try to figure out if you've changed again

>>1300509
Red
Let's not get too hasty

>>1300509
>Take a closer look around
We have to perceptive, this place could mean anything for us.

>>1300509
red

Right, waited way too long while I dealt with IRL shit, writing!

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>>1300509
You look down at yourself, finding very little has changed in your actual body, just your clothes have been replaced. Now the pajamas have been replaced with...
Oh for fucks sake. You didn't ask for this, the edgelord life chose you. Long black coat complete with lots of belts that really don't fucking do anything, and the trims are glowing white, fan-fucking-tastic.
That's it for appearances, now... well, you do have lightning on your hands, maybe you've got powers similar to the Flash? Or is going into some weird fucking world and looking like an edgy piece of shit all you have going for ya?

Try going fast
Try throwing lightning
Write-in Superpower attempt

>>1300668
green

>>1300668
Blue
You knew exactly what you were doing when you made the choice that color

Alright guys calling it here for tonight, sorry. I'll be back later this weekend.

>>1300668
>Write-in Superpower attempt
Since we look like we are in Tron, try to alter the area around us with electricity, or turn into electricity. Then try and go fast.

>>1300668
>look like kirito

>Write-in Superpower attempt
Kill self

>>1300668
>Write-in
Change that stupid fucking outfit to a blue hoodie, black T with a blue bolt on it, some simple blue jeans, and blue-white sneakers

>>1300668
... Kayaba is that you?

>>1301422
Voting this, because why not.
Is QM kill?