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You stand in front of a large, imposing building in the middle of the rain. An umbrella hangs limply in your hand, forgotten as the black limo you stepped out of pulls away and out of the property. You’re the youngest child of a wealthy couple. The structure in front of you was a response to your insubordination. You were exiled here and it was to be your prison. At least… That’s how you feel about this whole debacle.
Wilton Academy, a boarding school for troubled children of wealthy families. It is filled with castoffs and black sheep from some of the most prominent families in the United States, though filled wasn’t really the word to use here. After all, there were very few kids who managed to piss off their family enough to get themselves sent here. Because of this the classes that resided in Wilton were small and ranged from 6th to 12th grade.
With all that in mind you finally feel as though you’ve had your fill of rain and open the forgotten umbrella in your hand, trudging up towards the front porch of the old Victorian building. Your luggage had arrived before you and was already unpacked in your dorm room so you were empty handed other than the umbrella. It is late and you are worried that everyone is asleep and nobody will answer the door. You knock despite these fears.
(Cont.)
[Let's try this one more time. :^)]
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An elderly man opens the door almost immediately, raising a lantern high. It was as though he was waiting at the door for your arrival. His appearance is exactly what you’d expect a butler should look like. He was, in fact, the butler and your welcoming party.
“Yes? Are you perhaps the new arrival?”
His British drawl made him seem even more butler-y.
You nod glumly in affirmation.
“Right. Here you are.”
He pushes a card into your palm. It’s your student ID.
(Cont.)
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>What is your name?
>What is your gender?
https://www.strawpoll.me/12637883
>What is your birthday?
Highest roll of 1d100 wins for name and birthday once voting or gender is complete. I'll be giving it some time.
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Rolled 56 (1d100)
>>1326367
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Rolled 55 (1d100)
>>1326367
> Mavis Bright
> April 28
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Rolled 27 (1d100)
>>1326367
Charles Langley
April 1st
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Rolled 65 (1d100)
Henry Vanderbridge
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Rolled 61 (1d100)
>>1326367
Allister McGlynn
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Rolled 95 (1d100)
>>1326367
Male
Dallas Arton
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>>1326951
>forgot birth date
September 26
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Rolled 53 (1d100)
>>1326367
April 1
His/her dad thought it was a prank.
Kevin if male
Ariana if female
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Roughly 30 minutes left. 20 votes and not even half as many posters. Honor system guys. Please don't switch IPs to vote again if any of you are.
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>>1327248
>20
I meant 16.
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>mfw you are now a hermaphrodite.
April fools.
Next unique posters chooses gender.
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>>1327374
Am i unique enough?
If yes male.
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>>1327378
As in unique ID. :^)
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>>1327381
Gotcha
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>>1327381
Just choose gender based on rolls like you did in last thread.
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>>1327400
Fuck it. I'ma flip a coin. Shit has gone on too long. Should have gone with rolls from the beginning like you said.
Female.
>>1326951
You still around? You're highest roller if you want to choose a female name.
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>>1327419
Nah I was in favor of a male protag, now this quest is gonna fall into loli/waifu degeneracy.
Call em Brianna Wu
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>>1327419
OP I'm not gonna lie.
You probably should've read a few quests before starting your own.
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>>1327440
I don't know, a op that's willing to make art for their quest is pretty dedicated.
And considering the line work those weren't 10 minute doodles
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>>1327433
>loli/waifu degeneracy
I won't let that happen.
>>1327440
I won't pretend I shouldn't have. Ship has sailed at this point though.
From this point forward I will be leaving the entirety of game up to rolls of 1d100, highest wins, mainly predetermined choices with possible write-ins but don't count on that. I apologize for any inconveniences up till now.
>>1327433
Brianna Wu then?
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>>1327516the mad man actually did it
Yep let's get this quest going
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>>1327554:^)
You stare at the card blankly. You left behind all of your friends and family back in your hometown. Your memories. If you hadn’t done… that… then you’d still be living your life as normal. Instead here you were, standing at the door of the infamous Wilton Academy. You had always heard about it growing up. Its name was thrown around by wealthy parents to scare their children into obedience. It was always more of an urban legend and somehow you had ended up here in a days’ time from the incident. Your friends back home must be wondering what the heck happened to you.
The butler clears his throat.
“I am Mr. Bishop, I’ll be escorting you to the girl’s dormitory. I’m sure you’re exhausted after the long trip you’ve endured. We’ll have a fellow student give you a tour of the building in the morning. Classes won’t begin until Monday after all. Come along then.”
With that Mr. Bishop strode into the foyer of the building before swiveling back to look at you and giving you another “come along!” before striding further into the foyer. You jump in realization and scurry after his rigid figure as you break out of your melancholic reverie. His long legs and quick strides had you jogging to keep pace.
>Ask him about himself.
>Ask him about your living arrangements.
>Compliment his mustache. Browny points with the help couldn't hurt.
>Write-in(within reason).
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>>1327654
>let's go the prankster route
"Excuse me Sir, but do you always allow boys in the girl sector?"
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>>1327654
>Ask him about himself.
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>>1327654
>Ask him about himself.
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>>1327654
>Ask him about himself.
might as well make small talk
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>>1327654
>Ask him about himself.
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>>1327704
>>1327884
>>1328079
>>1327797Sorry about the long wait.
>Ask him about himself.
Mr. Bishop gives you a sideways glance as the two of you make your way to the girl’s dormitory.
“Hm. As I said before, my name is Mr. Bishop. I’m the butler of this fine academy. Of course, you children are not to call on me for any reason. I only serve the faculty and Master Wilton himself.”
He pauses.
“I have a grandson that attends the academy. You may very well have him as a classmate considering he’s around your age. Though classes may not be what you expect them to be. Wilton’s a bit unconventional in that sense.”
He continues as you enter the wing of the building that houses the girl’s dormitory.
“I also have a son that teaches here. He’s the only one not allowed to order me around!”
He laughs heartily at this as the two of you approach one of the dorm doors and Mr. Bishop knocks.
(Cont.)
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“…I suppose my family is as much a part of Wilton as the Wilton’s themselves at this point. Ah, Miss Chambers! Your roommate has arrived.”
A bleary-eyed girl opens the door to the dorm looking somewhat miffed. She was no doubt already asleep.
“Hello.” You say to her rather flatly.
The girl just stares at you for a moment before sighing and swinging the door fully open and gesturing for you to enter.
“Come on in.” She says in a rather resigned way.
You enter and turn to say goodbye to Mr. Bishop to find that he had already vanished from sight. Miss Chambers, as Mr. Bishop had called her, closed the door and crawled into the bed on the west side of the room and closed her eyes. She didn’t appear to be in the mood to introduce herself. Her side of the dorm was adorned with things typical of a girl her age if not a bit heavy on the feminine décor. You were unsure of how to feel about her at the moment.
You pry your eyes from Miss Chamber’s side of the rather spacious dorm and turn to look at the east side. It was so clean it was almost clinical in appearance. You note that your belongings had already been tucked away into dressers and an armoire that were provided by the school. There was no hint that this might be where you resided. At least not yet. The only object that may give an indication that you lived here was an instrument case. It was your...
>Keyboard.
>Violin.
>Cello.
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>>1328089
>Cello.
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>>1328089
>Cello.
Sure, sounds unwieldy enough!
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>>1328089
>Cello.
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>>1328089
Dick
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>>1328089
>Cello.
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>female
fuck I actually wanted to read this quest
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>>1328275
Nobody gives a shit anon
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>>1328089
>Cello.
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>>1328089
>>Keyboard.
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>>1328089
>Cello
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>>1328533no one understands fun
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>>1328089
>Keyboard.
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>>1329728
Keyboard
We need to summon the martians!
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>>1328512
>>1328368
>>1328206
>>1328113
>>1328108
>>1328094
>CelloWhat, no love for the violin?
You climb onto the bed, kneeling down on the plush blanket and unlatch the case before flipping it open. There it sat, old and faithful. Your cello. You run your hand along the front of the bout thinking at the very least you still have your music. You turn to look at Miss Chambers sleeping in her bed and realize how overwhelmed you feel. You droop onto your cello, forehead resting against the bout and shed a tear onto it. You draw in a breath sharply as you attempt to reject your feelings of loneliness and homesickness. You push the case off the bed angrily and it clatters to the floor, your cello tumbling out of it. It rattles noisily across the ground. You push your face into your pillow and heave as the tears you tried to suppress soak into it.
Miss Chambers, who had been awoken with a start from the noise, climbs out of her bed and stomps over to your fallen cello.
“What the heck do you think you’re doing?!” she cries as she reaches it.
She gingerly picks it up and sets it back into its case with great care. You sharply lift your head and sit on your knees to look at her, startled by her outburst. Your hot tears tumble unceremoniously onto your lap.
“Just because your upset doesn’t mean you should harm an instrument,” she growls as she turns to give you a withering glare.
She stops short and stiffens somewhat at the sight of you before she turns her face away sharply.
“Sorry…” you mumble meekly in apology as you stare glumly at your lap.
She sighs and stands up rigidly after latching the cello case shut, dragging it over to the side of your bed with visible effort. She grunts as she sets it against the wall next to your bed.
(Cont.)
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“Look… The first night is always the hardest but it gets better. It’s not nearly as bad as you might think it is,” She says in an awkward attempt to comfort you. “Kids that haven’t attended Wilton just don’t know what it’s like. They only know what their parents have told them.”
She gestures at the bed.
“May I?”
You nod in affirmation as you continue to stare downward at your twiddling hands resting in your lap. She sits down next to you and offers you a hand.
“I’m Chloe,” she says in introduction.
You look up to meet her gaze and wipe the tears from your face with the sleeves of your hoody in embarrassment before grasping her hand and giving it a shake.
“I’m Brianna.” You reply softly.
She smiles in response. Suddenly, her face lights up and she leaps off your bed and over to her nightstand. She lifts a pink instrument case off of it as you stare after her in curiosity. It was a violin case. She turns her gaze towards you with a bright smile.
“I also play an instrument!” she announces excitedly. “This violin is my pride and joy! It’s why I got so angry when you dropped your cello on the floor.”
You wince and turn to gaze at the case leaning on the wall next to your bed. You crawl off your bed and plop down on your knees next to it, unlatching the case. There’s fresh scratches and a chip on the bout but luckily no damages that may have rendered it unplayable. You tighten your fists in your lap as you internally rebuke yourself. Why’d you have to go and do something so stupid? Your cello was never your enemy.
You feel a hand rest on your shoulder.
“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “As long as you didn’t mean to and it didn’t break, it’s okay.”
You DID mean to, but you couldn’t say why other than the fact that you were emotional. Chloe bends down and pats the top of your cello’s bout.
“I’m sure it’ll forgive you,” she said with a genuine smile as she turns to look at you.
You stare at her dumbfoundedly before finding yourself in a fit of giggles at the ridiculous nature of her comment. She turns a bright scarlet and stands up in a huff.
“A-at least you’re finally smiling, you.. sad lump!” she stutters before she indignantly crosses the room and retreats into her bed. “Now go to sleep before the dorm mother hears us!”
With that she huffs one last time and turns over to face the wall. You smile at her mischievously.
>Call Chloe an instrument-con.
>Go to sleep.
>Investigate your side of the room.
>Write-in(within reason).
Please tell me if I'm taking too much control away from you guys and/or should shorten my posts. Also, fuck my life. You guys become active when I'm not. I'll be posting pretty irregularly so just assume there won't be follows ups around the same time I've made a post. Sorry for any inconveniences. :^)I'm going to avoid drawing the MC from the front from now on. Jesus Christ.
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>>1332638
>>Investigate your side of the room.
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>>1332638
>Go to sleep.
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>>1332638
>Investigate your side of the room
Don't worry about the irregular posting schedule. Know that this board is pretty dead on weekdays though
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>>1332638
>Investigate your side of the room.
>I'm going to avoid drawing the MC from the front from now on. Jesus Christ.
I dunno, she looks cute though it's hard to determine how old she is.
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>>1333392
Sad, cute and sad.
Needs some cheering up.
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>>1332638
>>Call Chloe an instrument-con.
>>Investigate your side of the room.
Pretty cute, OP. It's all good about the posts, maybe if you know when you have some free time and want to run for more than one post let us know and well try to show up at that time. Otherwise, just keep what you are doing.
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>>1332638
>>Investigate your side of the room.
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>>1332638
>Call Chloe an instrument-con.
In a playful way of course.
>Investigate your side of the room.
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>>1334613
Seems no one else wants to joke around with our roomie. Hehe
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>>1333392
Reason why I'm avoiding it is because I hadn't drawn her from the front when I first came up with the design. Essentially it was kinda difficult to figure out how she might look from the front. I feel as though she has a design the looks kind of off-model from the front. It's a problem I don't know how to fix as of now.
She's 12 going on 13.
>>1329728
>>1329737
>>1328533
>>1328397I was hoping for the keyboard too.
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>>1335052
>looks kind of off-model from the front
I don't think so but you"re the expert, not me.
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Curse of unfinished quests strikes again
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>>1340489
no
NO
NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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>>1340854
But I was invested already.
What was the plot, why was she sent here, what was she GOING TO DO?
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>>1340870
I was in favor of a guy protag personally more likely for suffering to occur.
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>>1340920
Why is a guy protag more likely to suffer?
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Story trope, guys usually end up in violent situations while females end up in emotional ones.
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>>1340962
i don't know about that. You normally see women as victims of violence more often in fiction than men are.
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>>1340984
I suppose it's just a subconscious association on my part, males normally confront the opposition while females will use guile. Obviously it's not that black and white but there's my two cents.
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Ay. I'm jusy busy. Chill.
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>>1341058
Thank heavens, I was starting to go into withdrawal.
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>>1341058
Glad to see you haven't left.
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>>1341058
Praise i was getting attached to this quest hope you continue soon.
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>>1342431
No problem.
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New posts coming Saturday.
In the mean time, I'd like to ask a question. What are your guy's expectations for this quest? Do you have a specific genre in mind when you read it? I'd like to know a little more about what your guy's tastes are like.
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>>1344696
Frankly, I don't have any particular expectation.
I just noticed the original art, and since it (probably) wasn't made in MSPaint I decided to check it out.
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>>1344696
My opinion also falls in line with other anons who've responded.
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Ded thred?
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Alright, yeah. I just don't have the time to do this. It's incredibly disheartening to me that I can't even follow my own schedule. I keep trying to make time but I always end up with shit that needs doing. Instead of stringing you guys along like a shit head I'll just put a stop to it now. I'd try updating later but you guys are probably tired of all this at this point and who knows when I might be able to get anything done. I did have a lot of stuff planned but it just isn't feasible the way my current schedule is. I'm genuinely sorry to those who were looking forward to more, trust me I did want to do more but I'm currently in the process of working a full time job and planning for a move. Thank you guys for even playing.
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>>1350901
Well shit.
I was still waiting, eh.
When ever you update, that's ok
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>>1350901
Thanks for ya efforts op hope ya have a smooth transition
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>>1350901
Don't worry, it happens. I prefer you to stop it now rather than just vanishing one day into the aether.
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