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DATING SIM MEME! AGAIN!

DATING SIM MEME

♥You are a generic high school student in a generic high school in a generic town in Japan. Do it.♥
♥Each thread-starter is the protagonist of their thread.♥
♥Each responder should supply a list of four options for them to choose from♥
♥Two of us will supply an example or something♥
♥YAAAAAAAAAY♥

♥ YAAAAAAAAAY ♥

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While I am capable of maintaining these systems without assistance, I have found that efficiency increases dramatically when two assistants work together. However, school rules dictate that you must wear a school uniform (http://histclo.com/Ebook/PSCOM/image/91022701s.jpg) while functioning as a student employee.

[HAL and EDI run the labs at peak efficiency together. At one point they access the same section of the digital library at the same time and their search engines touch.]

A; Do nothing. DO NOTHING. Ohgod maybe she didn't notice
B; Record the moment for posterity as your ~~eyes~~ optics meet and a romantic overture plays in the background.
C; Apologize and move on with life. Secretly build shrine to EDI in the back of your closet later, with that hand in a place of honor.
D; Fake a seizure to gain sympathy.

> B.

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> A.

Ain't no thang, chica.

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A. Do the logical thing and calmly try to google a solution.
B. Call the school's IT Helpdesk.
C. Sigh, and hit CTRL-ALT-DEL
D. PUNCH ITS FACE IN

C. Sigh, and hit CTRL-ALT-DEL

What the hell?

[HEAVY SIGH. Keysmashes at random until she happens upon the correct combination purely by accident.]

[]

A. Use "End Program" to shut off some of this extraneous crap
B. TASK MANAGER!? WAT DO.
C. Oh lordy. Run a virus scan.
D. FIST. MONITOR. MAKE IT HAPPEN.

C. Oh lordy. Run a virus scan.

-- Shit!

[Hey that BIG BLINKING WINDOW says your computer is infected and you should click here now for a FREE virus scan. Sarah stupidly takes its advice.]

[That is his head, Anon! His head! Does not bring to dinner. Does not pass GO. Does not collect $200.]

H_AHAHA^HA_H^AHAH^AHA!

[Unfortunately, your game ends here. You see, Vriska was infected with a highly infectious strain of TROLL RABIES - easily spread across species by arm-chompage. It's not fatal to humans, but it DOES cause DaveNotASprite to foam at the mouth unpleasantly for, like, a week and it's really gross and weird-looking and it makes it IMPOSSIBLE to snog anyone and so he is unable to get a date to the dance.

GAME OVER.

This is the best dating sim in the history of EVER. :D]

What's wroooooooong, Terezi? Is there a problem with my pas-- AGHGRZFK. Watch where you're poking that thing!

[A predictably enormous amount of bitching and complaining ensues, but she stomps ahead of you to the principal's office. The principal doesn't seem to be around right now, though! Vriska throws herself into one of the chairs outside the door in trademark overdramatic fashion, huffs, and offers you a SULKY GLARE.]

You can go now, asshole.

A. Leave. You'll see her after darkness falls... in the guise of !
B. Don't leave. Just stare. Silently. Creepily. Unblinkingly.
C. Begin the interrogation yourself.
D. Maybe just. Drub her a little bit.

[Huh. You are quite sure that option C is the only available option. Seriously what is with that. It's almost like you're ~blind~ to any other choices that might be availabOKAY STOP THAT.]

> C. Make fun of her first.

[You quickly compose the most devastatingly dry and snarky reply message ever. It's a masterclass in barbed comments and sort-of-semi-good-natured teasing, and it contains almost twenty different hilarious blindness-related puns.]

[You then realise that thanks to your inane babbling and habit of elongating your voooooooowels, the message would need splitting up into like a billion separate texts and therefore cost you fifty boondollars to send it. Fuck that. DELETED.]

[YEAH THAT'LL DO]

[Uh-oh. This magnificent display of COOLKID NONCHALANCE only seems to be making her angrier! How can this be?]

Hey, dumbass. Didn't you hear? After that one kid got himself shanked with a fork in the cafeteria last week, all sharp pointy objects are banned from campus. All of the pointed things. All of them. And those shades suuuuuuuure do look pointy to me! Better hand them over!

[She is THUPER THERIOUTH. What now?]

A. Refuse outright. Over. Your. Dead. Body.
B. Give them up, but only after ninja-ing a less pointy pair onto your face.
C. Create some kind of DISTACTION.
D. Hand them over. Flutter eyelashes. ~~Shoot her with your eye-lasers.~~

[Oh noes! She looks offended. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. Why must your friendship always be so fraught with these MISTAKES and FEELINGS and DRAMA? ;_;]

Heeeeeeeey! Who asked you, meddlernook? For your information, I look totally hot in this. All the boy-skytards in the roleplay sessions love this shit, okay? Duh. I don't see what's so unsuitable. Man!

A. Tactfully point out that while the fairy wings are really very nice indeed, they are shedding nookloads of glitter everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
B. Be instantly consumed with jealousy at the mere mention of these boy-skylarks. Are there any chainsaws nearby?
C. Uh, agree. Vriska is the pretty fairy princess. It is her.
D. Burn the fairy wings. Right here, right now.

...

B.

[]

[noooooooo]

[dammit I never get the good ending on these things]

[unless this was the good ending :|a]

[You are rewarded with a classic dumbfounded "BWUH?" expression for your efforts. For a moment it looks like Vriska is going to try stealing your new glasses to see if you really DO have an infinite supply!]

[Instead, she proceeds to TRY AND STAB YOU WITH THE POINTY ANIME SHADES.]

A. Scream like a baby. Those things hurt, okay ;___;
B. Be the ninja. Switch the shades again.
C. Blank stare. God, they're not THAT sharp. We all need to settle down here.
D. Use Lil' Cal as a ~~human~~ puppet shield.

B; Record the moment for posterity as your eyes optics meet and a romantic overture plays in the background.

[What is this emotion? Could this be love?]

[CONSIDER THE ALTERNATIVE]

[THIS IS TOTALLY THE GOOD END Y/Y :B]

B. Be instantly consumed with jealousy at the mere mention of these boy-skylarks. Are there any chainsaws nearby?

[You decide to seethe silently instead of answering her. Stupid friend. Stupid roleplaying habits. You wish you had a chainsaw with you, so you could BE ANGRY WITH A CHAINSAW but unfortunately they are BANNED IN SCHOOL. So seethe you seethe.]

[Hey, Anon will totally blame you for that. He flails when he's Kung-Fu'd at.]

...

[Oh, now you've done it, Abraxas. He stops squirming, stares for a couple seconds, and... full-body eyeroll.]

A. Lawl
B. ... Hey!
C. Blame it on Anon
D. Eyeroll right back

[Vriska obviously fails to notice your silence, because she is a SELF-ABSORBED ASSHOLE DOUCHEBAG.]

...And anyway you're just jealous because people want to roleplay fairies and pirates and shit with me instead of, saaaaaaaay... pretending to be rainbow-drinkers.

Rainbow drinkers are stupid.

[OH. NO. SHE. DIDN'T.]

A. Maintain your silence. Man you could freeze lava with this ice queen shit.
B. Burst into tears.
C. Inform Vriska that no, rainbow drinkers are romantic and mysterious and this is why BLAH BLAH BLAH.
D. Punch her in the face.

> C. Begin the interrogation yourself

[You take the seat opposite of Vriska, the SULKY GLARE completely lost on you. ~~SHE'S BLIND, REMEMBER?~~ In the absence of PROPER AUTHORITY FIGURES, only you can fulfill the people's cry for RETRIBUTION. It is up to you to get down to the heart of the matter and bring her sordid crimes to the light.

So, you don't leave. You just stare.

Silently.

Creepily.

Unblinkingly.

Most of the interrogation is in the intimidating silence, after all.]

[So it seems these horrible and kind of pornographic comics have been circulating the student population for a while. The culprit is obviously one Dave~~sprite~~ Strider, clearly attempting to hateflirt with you in his assholey coolkid way.]

[And there he is, sitting at his desk right in front of you like the douchebag he is. WHAT WILL YOU DO?]

[A] Confront the slanderer!
[B] Punch him! On the back of his head!
[C] Retaliate with some comic art of your own!
[D] Stick it in! [wait, what?]

[Thanks to your EXPERT INTERROGATION TECHNIQUES, the troublemaker begins squirming uncomfortably within a mere THIRTY SECONDS. Is that the scent of an impending confession you smell? OH, YOU THINK SO. But not just yet. Perhaps she needs more... persuasion.]

A. Slap her around a bit. Or a lot. Either works.
B. Call for a witness!
C. Keep staring. Creepily.
D. Keep staring. Lovingly, into Vriska's eyes, despite the fact that you can't see and this is all incredibly silly.

> [C] Retaliate with some comic art of your own!

[OBVIOUSLY.]

[THAT ASSHOLE. You have been waiting for this. Your revenge. It will be so sweet. Sweet like orange creamsicles, which have no relevance in this context but shut up.]

[You throw this (http://i55.tinypic.com/2hx3hp0.jpg) at the back of the not-so-feathery asshole's head and proceed to GIGGLE MALICIOUSLY LIKE A TWO-SWEEP-OLD.]

[H3Y D4V3. 1S TH1S YOU.]

Edited 2011-01-15 00:58 (UTC)

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DATING SIM MEME! AGAIN!

So much betrayal. So much hatesex. So many little AI running around, murdering people.

TRY AGAIN, ASSHOLE

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LMAO

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GOOD POST BEST TEREZI <3

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> GRU8FACE MC8ULGESUCKER?

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> Nah.

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GOGDAMNED FUN POLICE >:I

They're so cute <3

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<3!

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