[quote=zzzdude]For those who don't know, CYOA stands for "Choose your own adventure". Normally this applies to visual books, or some really :krad2: [i]Animorphs[/i] novels. However, another common practice is a thread dedicated to creating an adventure, with the various users posting content to push the story onward. Littered with wonderful writing, beautiful images, and a delightfully kind community, you can not go wrong with a forum-based CYOA, unless the writer decides to drop it by getting distracting with another big project, having yet another monitor break, or moving to Wisconsin. So, without further adieu, I present you [i][b]Triple Zedude's Choose Your Own Adventure: The Jazz Programmer's Lament.[/i][/b][/quote]
[b]Part 1: The Shadowy Figure[/b]
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A silhouette of a man slowly climbed the steps up to apartment# C14 with a large case in one hand, and what appears to be a purse in the other. On the otherside of the door to this apartment, sitting on a desk is a very large CRT monitor, blinking a light green glow. It is saying "Login:". The cursor was yelling as a faint green rectangle that it was, requesting someone to take it away to a better world, beyond the black screen, where beautiful women lie. It beckons. The door flew open, revealing our hero.
What is our hero's name?
[url=http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?p=24599912#post24599912][b]Part 2: A Hobbyist at Heart[/b][/url]
Tyrone Keeshawn
Jazzy McDoogle
jesus, another CYOA?
i hope you realize CYOA's these days are just [url=http://www.addventure.com/]addventures[/url] built on sex themes.
CYOA's are all about options and path taking. This is just a collaborative story/petty interactive.
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but hey, ignore me. it's cool. just blowing steam.
also, Lenny Kravitz
Throwing the items in his hands to the side of the room and slamming a door behind him, Tyrone Kravitz let's out an audible sigh. "Login:" the computer said to him. Today is a Saturday, this is no day for work. But the computer is requesting Tyrone. It's screaming, [b]"Hey man it's time to forget the world and get lost in another! I want you up inside me. Browse my applications and undress my directories. This is all for you, man!"[/b]
Slowly, he punched some keys spelling out "Buzzy_Lips", both his internet alias, and what the locals refer to him as. Tyrone "The Buzz", "Ty-lips", and "The Vibrating Mouth Massage" were all names given to him by many people from across all of Utah, and probably Colorado as well. It wasn't hard to recall the week where that name had been bestowed for the first time upon him. He could remember it very, very well...
~*~[b]1993[/b]~*~
Buzz had bought the last component needed to finish his homemade computer. He had been creating hardware for quite some time now, learning all the ins and outs to Personal Computer Management. He had always enjoyed video games and pornographer as a child, and had realized the best way to house the two subjects of interest would be with a PC. Now, Tyrone is cheap and in constant pursuit of bettering himself. He couldn't go out and buy a PC, he didn't know anything about it and he knew all the conspiracies regarding sales and management in electronic stores. So, he did the smart thing, and bought a book written by a corporate and corrupt founder of Apple Products. He researched and learned all there was and is and will be to know about what someone needs to execute various programs, and access and manage networks. After 5 years of putting all this together, he had finally come to the state where he was nearly finished building his own computer. He couldn't wait to program software into it.
On his way home, carrying the green board housing various chips and solder, he had heard the most beautiful noise. There was a sharp hum coming from around the next building. A lot of rhythm and soul was in this hum, anyone could tell you that if they had been there on that day. It was musical, and magical. Tyrone was forced to check out this vibrating art. He saw a man, sitting on a very short stool, wearing dark, tattered clothes. His hands were held up to his mouth, and there was a magnificent, electric shiver emanating from his cupped palms. A harmonica.
[B]CYOA TIME:[/b] What is Tyrone to do in this flash back?
toot toot toot I'm a jazz instrument
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