Man Quest

>interact with her
"So, been here long?"

>>1393540
>Interact with her
>"ayy gurl, wanna hear about my warhammer 40k collection?"

There is something striking, but very eerie looking about this mature dame.

>>1393540
>marry, have kids and kill yourself when she divorces and takes everything.

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>>1393568
>>1393584
>Interact with her

Looking up from your heated game of Monument Valley, you meet the eyes of the eager blonde before you.

You bit your lip and smile. "So, do you come here often?"

She chuckles in response. "Of course, Mr. DìCarpe, it's my business." She moves a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. "You said you were interested in sponsoring us in exchange for catering for your next movie?"

That's right. These guys make some dank cannolis.

You're too high to think of any other reason right now.

>Totally. Acting sucks when you're only eating Lunchables and Yoohoo.

>Perhaps, but only if the owner is as good as the food.

>Ask what kind of service this is? Where's the food and the hot naked milfs? Where's my ravioli or whatever the fuck I ordered?

>Hah. Nope. I just thought you were hot.

>Jam some spaghetti in your pockets for later. It might come in handy.

>Totally. Acting sucks when you're only eating Lunchables and Yoohoo.

>>1393727

>Perhaps, but only if the owner is as good as the food

We may be high as a kite but no need to be autistic

>>1393727
>Perhaps, but only if the owner is as good as the food.

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>>1393817
>>1393846
>Totally. Acting sucks when you're only eating Lunchables and Yoohoo.
>Perhaps, but only if the owner is as good as the food.

You now nod your head, rocking your best, Grammy-winning smile. "Hell yeah. You have no idea how cool that'd be."[/i ]

You tell her about filming your last summer block buster, how your manager saved money by ordering twenty-two whole crates of random Lunchables, drinking only Yoohoo and bottled water from vending machines.

"Holy hell," she laughs. "That sounds like a nightmare."

You chuckle. "At least they the had the hot dog ones with the little chocolate candies."

"Yeah, those rocked," she adds, sharing in the reminiscence.

Your food arrives and you both talk more about your worst dining experiences. The lasagna is superb and your glass of wine is always quickly refilled.

"So," she starts after a pause. Do we have a deal?"

You shake your head. "I have to get to know you first."

Her eyes narrow and she smirks. "What do you suggest, Mr. DìCarpe?"

>Let's go to a movie.
>Take me on a walk around town.
>I want to go to an arcade. Best four out of six.
>Outdrink me.
>Karaoke, it's the only way.

>>1393921
>Karaoke, it's the only way.

>>1393921
>Outdrink me.
Only because the story will take an interesting turn, I'd imagine.

>Karaoke, it's the only way

>>1393921
>Karaoke, it's the only way.

>>1393921
>Take me on a walk around town.

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>>1393933
>>1393974
>>1393980

"Karaoke."

"Are you serious?" Kathine jokes.

You smile a shit-eating grin as you down your sixth glass of wine. "It's the only way I know."

You call your chafeur, who drives you to Koreatown where you stop at a karaoke bar. It's full of old people and drunk housewives. You head to the register and pay for five songs.

You two spend the night singing Smashmouth and Eminem, as the crowd constantly repeats the line "Mom's Spaghetti". You reach into your pocket and toss plain pasta out at the crowd. Kathine laughs and takes the microphone.

A massive group of cute cougars recognize you and you take a few pictures with them as they buy you drinks....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You wake up in your Beverly Hills home, with the worst hangover you've had this week. Next to you is Kathine. She's fully dressed, sitting on the side of the bed while texting on her phone.

She notices you're awake.

"How'd you sleep? Last night was a doozy."

However, in between you is something shifting below the covers...

>Pull back the covers!
>Call up someone.
>Ask Kathine what happened last night...
>Text your manager.
>Player's choice

>>1394569
>Player's choice
Punch it. Then book it outta the room.

>>1394739
I am with this.

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>>1394739
>>1394968
It's a trap! Fuck this shit!

You slowly ball one hand into a fist and grasp it with the other, before slamming it down full force into the lump on the bed. You hear a loud hiss and a crackling noise as the figure heats up and begins to glow bright red.

You quickly leap off of the bed, grabbing Kathine's wrist while screaming for your manager as you run down the hallway. She looks baffled, but follows your lead. Remembering your manager is out of town, you call her phone instead.

You remember what happened!

.......
....-
"Leon," she starts. "Can't you go two days without me?"

"I forgot how to defend myself!"

She sighs, clearly irritated. "From who this time?"

>It's Brendan Frasier again. He wants money.

>Bill Cosby must have drugged me last night. He's trying to eat me again.

>I just broke Gwyneth Paltrow's spine and she's regenerating under my bedsheets. I can feel her getting stronger...

>Daisy Ridley tried to Force me to have sex.

>Write-In

Choose two. It's combat time, fuckers!

>>1395254
>I AM ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL AGAIN AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COME BACK DOWN

>>1395254
>I put my dick in a thing and I think its gonna explode!

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>>1395367
>>1395393
You stammer into the phone.

"I HAD TOO MUCH EX! I AM ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL AGAIN AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COME BACK DOWN!"

Your manager implores you to calm down. "Leon, take a deep breath. Tell me what's going o-"

I PUT MY DICK IN A THING AND NOW IT'S GONNA EXPL-"

You see a blinding explosion as you are slammed forcefully into the adjacent wall. You turn to your left to see Kathine is out cold; her right arm looks broken.

Everything grows blurry as a figure appears from the hole in your bedroom wall.

"Please, George... I give up..." You plea softly.

"IT'S TOO LATE. YOU STILL HAVEN'T SAID THE SAFE WORD!

TIME TO TAKE YOU DANCING TONIGHT!"

That's all for tonight! Tune in tomorrow as our actor and his lovely friend find out what kind of crazy they dipped into last night!

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BACK!

George Michael grabs you by the neck as a Manifestation appears behind him. It's mumbling softly, whispering as George whistles a tune, pondering what to do next. He turns toward the ruined room behind him. "Oh look at that wall. I can be so careless~"

A voice calls out from your phone.

"Damn it, Leon! You're an actor! Use one of your characters! Summon a Mask!"

That's right! You can manifest your characters after enough practice!

Placing your hand over your face, you recall one of your older movies...

>What movie?
>And what protagonist?

>>1398944
>Boogie Fever
>Marco Magicolo, Dance Maniac
We shall challenge George to a dance off! He won't say no to the taunt, but his feet have no rhythm! We've already one!

>>1398944
House on the Hill 3-D: The Revengencer
>Fredrick Loren Jr.
One of our better known roles

>>1403035
>>1411404
I'll reply in a new thread later