((Hokay, it's time for another shot at a CYOA. I'll try to update it regularly. I'm sorry if none of this makes sense or is confusing or boring, if it is feel free to just tell me so >_>. It's a manifestation of a tale I've been thinking about for a long time.))
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((The Following pages were meant to be the prologue, you can skip straight to the real start of the story here))When dusk settles, the darkness comes. It envelopes half the world. No one knows what it is, where it comes from, or why it’s here. It is known as The Devoran, an old way of saying The Devourer. For as long as any man can remember, any fool still outside when the Devoran comes around, is never seen again. There is no body, and no trace of a scuffle. The tracks of people who try to run from it stop abruptly. To date, there has only ever been one person, in the entire history of mankind, who ever survived the darkness: a small, baby boy with yellow eyes.
Strangely enough, the darkness has no effect on plants, and farmers who toil the surface by day found him in a thicket one day. As he grew to be a young boy, many of the villagers came to regard him as a monster. As he grew to be a man, many say he really became a monster.
However, this story is not just about that baby found the thicket.
This is the story of the lives of the men who killed him.
Today, entirety of the world’s population lives underground, forced to fend off the horrors of an accursed underground world, for fear of being devoured by the horror on the surface. No man can recall a time it was different. It's a world filled with Dire Mold (not to be trifled with), Demons, and, most importantly, Those Who Should Not Have Been; The Blood Beasts. Those three are considered the true monsters of this world, each made by man, each in it's own unique way.
If there was ever any good thing that came out of living down here, it would be the Chysts. Apparently, the closer you get to the center of the world, the more power man can obtain from the earth. Chysts are large, glowing crystals deep below the surface.
Chysts will make you do great things. There are hundreds, perhaps thousands of Chysts deep beneath the earth, each give a unique gift they bestow to newborn children. The closer you born to one, the more strength you will have. Wars have been fought over powerful chysts. Empires have both risen and fallen by their influence. They are what keeps the monsters at bay and, although indirectly, they are also what make a lot of the monsters.
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You are Castrum Perditus, Prince of Whitetown, the city of order and towers. It's a fortress of a city, enclosed in the biggest cavern on record, so big that not even the bright marble walls of the city's perimeter don't even come near the cavern's walls. Above it is The Plug, A massive stone circlet, supporting hundreds of benches, farmers, and pulleys being used to harvest food from the surface. You are fifth in line for the throne, right now you are sitting on the mossy knoll outside your father's castle, looking at the city that your honorable father and all of your siblings would have to die for you to inherit. You'd say it's a nice day outside, but you're underground. Everything. is. underground. You find that spending time just thinking about things is relaxing. Thinking about anything, really.
What are you thinking about?
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Topic: What is a Monster? {Last Ditch Effort} (Read 4743 times)