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[Lillipad]

It's an average Thursday morning. You are at home alone to work on your project while your loving wife and daughter are at work/school. You've slept in, and are currently in your undergarments.

Spoiler: rules (click to show/hide)

You progress the plot however you wish so long as it is within reason. Anything that is not within reason but still used will be determined by my own judgment.

When you post your progress action you must give an emotion rating of 1 to 10 in the format of A/B. A 1 out of 10 means that any character present in the action is essentially a corpse tied to some wires while Microsoft Sam does the voice. A 10 out of 10 means that everyone present in the action is basically acting out a daytime drama no matter what the action is.
Anything above 10 will be counted as two pancakes glued to the ceiling and a block of wood.

Most actions will be done, but if they aren't then expect them to be done soon.

If anybody wants to do illustrations, PM me about it, and give me some sample artwork and we'll see if we can get something set up.

[Darvi]

Put on fashionable clothes.

5/10

[Lillipad]

Feeling rather mild-mannered, you get out of bed and clean up in the bathroom. You dry off, then go to your closet in that same mild-mannered way. You notice an extreme difference between your own style and your wife's style. You prefer rather casual and comfortable clothing, while your wife prefers more elegant, refined clothing. Regardless, you don't keep up with fashion trends, so you slip into a pair of jeans and a silk shirt you bought because it felt nice to the touch. You finish getting dressed by putting on your glasses.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Anything I want to say outside of the story will be in spoilers.
Don't be afraid to post followup actions if you agree with someone. I also forgot to mention, you can only control the people I say you can, but you can propose for things to happen to your character.
For example: Your wife is home. Be slapped by wife for no reason. You have been slapped by your wife, and you don't know why.

[mcclay]

take a piss.


10/10

[Lillipad]

You hero walk to the bathroom, time seems to freeze as you do so. You walk in, close the door, then stare at the toilet. Your mortal enemy... The abyss that has come to be the drain stares at you, but you stare back at the abyss. Feeling triumphant, you walk up to your nemesis and proceed to go about your business like a... Champion? No, champion is definitely not the right word... You go about your bathroom business. Like. A. Boss. You are your own man, and no toilet is going to get in the way of your daily schedule. Your bathroom excursions are what people check under the bed for. You. Are. The Boss...
Sadly, nobody was around to witness this excursion, so your triumph over the malfunctioning piece of garbage goes unrecognized. But you know, oh yes, you know...

[mcclay]

work on project.


10/10

[NewsMuffin]

Do an action sequence after working on your project.

2/10

[Lillipad]

Your burst of testosterone has yet to cool down, you have no choice but to work under such extreme conditions. You gracefully glide like a ballerina to your office in the manliest way possible. You can't be bothered to assure yourself, but you feel as though your hair has grown in length, to the extent that even Fabio himself would be jealous. No, Fabio is jealous regardless! You open the door to your office to discover, el gasp! Your project is having an affair with... your pet cat(El Gato)! The feline flees in terror, you close the door. You grab your pen and...! Continue to finish the blueprints. It takes several hours of your (graceful yet manly) penmanship, but your done with work for at least a year or two. If your superiors aren't happy with your (flawless) work, then you'll just have to inform them that you're firing them from the company.
El Gato returns hoping you had left, too bad Señor Gato! That's just not going to happen! Feeling ridiculous you immediately bring your town down to monotone. Your bursts of testosterone can't last forever. You suppose your worthless existence should just die, yet you feel compelled to go through one last action sequence before you die. You run outside and practice with the totally fake swords you bought and halfheartedly hack away at the furniture your wife told you to sell years ago.

[lemon10]

Call your boss and tell him you finished your project while speaking spanish.
10/10

[Armok]

> Get a brilliant idea.
(90000+i)/10

[Fniff]

Drink some coffee.

1/10

[Digital Hellhound]

Make love to your wife.

0/10

[LeoLeonardoIII]

Make love to your wife.

0/10

Hellhound you Casanova.

[Lillipad]

You consider calling your boss in a testosterone filled manner to inform him of your completed project, excluding the scandalous illicit love affair of Señor Gato and the blueprints of course, but then you realize that you only know a maximum of very few words in Spanish. Instead, you type your message into Microsoft Sam, set the language to Spanish, then call work. You laugh at the pitiful whimpering on the other end of the line. Your greatness can only be measured in the millions, truly. But suddenly you have a brilliant idea!
You begin tearing asunder every principle of man you know, and grab ...the stool... to begin your next greatest idea mankind will ever face. The quadruple-sided square! Truly, millions.
You black out for an unspecified amount of time(3 minutes) and wake up to discover the horrible future! Everything is exactly the same! There has been no progress without your genius to guide them!
Oh wait... You're still in the present, in which your genius is truly appreciated. Truly, millions, appreciated. You consider sending your loving daughter away to her friend's house for a night on the town with your loving wife, but reconsider. You have no idea who your daughter's friends are, and you honestly don't care for any of the restaurants that plague your city. Truly, millions, appreciated, restaurant plague, truly.

[Fniff]

Lick pants off self.

10/10