Why don't you pick all the strongest powers you can on a Cyoa? Why wouldn't you pick shattered limiter? There are reasons these things have limits after all.
Shattered Limiter (Worm Cyoa SI/DnD/Worm)
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1.0 A whole new world (???/Panacea(Amy))
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Choices:
World breaker +12
Slaughterhouse is hiring +4
Marked, all three gangs +3
Total: 19
Powers:
Alexandria -2
Eidolon -2
Kaleidoscope -2
Inspired inventor -2
Psychokinetic -2
Power manipulator -2
Shaper -2
Blank-1
Shattered limiter -1
Inspiration-1
First impressions-1
Cloak and dagger -1
End total: 0
1.0 A whole new world
++++++++++
(???)
It was overwhelming, I can feel everything.
I can feel nothing.
Nothing matters, the world is paper.
Paper thin, paper mache, nothing but words, no words to describe it.
I can feel it all, do it all. I flex, a mountain grows.
It all seems… wrong. But I've never felt better.
Time crawls and I can feel the heart beat of every living thing in a hundred mile radius.
I could stop it-
Stop the pulse, stop the beat, can't stop, won't stop, it's Wrongwrongwrongwrong-
Power courses through my veins- but what to do?
Help or Hurt?
Save or Suck?
Save?
Do I need to make a wisdom sa-
I failed.
It's too much, too much. I control everything but I've never felt this out of control.
One thought and everyone and everything dies.
I need to focus. Focus.
I need a distraction. I need to stop thinking.
I need to focus.
It's cold.
I'm burning.
My head is exploding.
My heart imploding.
I need a distraction.
Maybe a new monster? Don't have books.
New PC? Perhaps.
Storyline? With what characters?
Those ones are here. I can feel them.
Is she? Still in school. Safe/being killed/fighting on/doing her best.
Is she? Still in the hospital/breaking/stressed/needs helphelphelphelphelphe-.
Are they? Still around/not in jail/still killers/murdering assholes/Idaho. They're gone, dead. Their story has ended.
What does it mean to have a story?
What is a legacy?
I'm confused, sweating, melting, freezing. I need. A distraction.
Which part am I meant to play? Am I on the side? The front lines? Am I a villan? Hero?
I can't interfere, but they can. I can. Make them: make it work.
They can be agents/monsters/hero's/adventurers/pets/diplomats/contacts… friends. But it's too much to control.
I can't control it.
I can't, they can!
But they are I. How do I?
I can. They are me and I am them. But they are separate.
They will do.
Now for the hook…
Where is she?
Walking home.
Where are They/I?
They are nowhere and everywhere. They do not exist, but they are. Then they will be… There.
++++++++++++
Panacea/Amy/The Life Cleric:
It had been another long day at the hospital. A long series of days really. Three days of healing gangsters who got into a minor conflict over some territory in the southern docks. Between the Merchants and the ABB apparently. She hated healing gangsters, really, really hated it. She did it because the courts were already backed up, and having them healed made them easier to move into a jail outside the city, so that they couldn't be sprung from whatever holding cell they while waiting for trial. That was it, the whole reason she even did it. But these past few days had seriously made her reconsider doing it.
Then she immediately felt horrible. She was the healer in Brockton Bay. She needed to do it because she was the only one who could. Was it really up to her to decide who lived and who got to roll the dice to see if they had a chance? No. No it wasn't. But it didn't help her feel any better.
She pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a moment to toss her last one into a (probably empty) garbage can, she lit the next one before taking a drag of it. She had decided to walk home tonight, Vicky hadn't been too busy to fly her home or anything, but she had needed to clear her head. Thusly, a walk home. Amy was one of the very few people in Brockton that could walk the streets without any fear of being attacked. This was due to a number of things, but primerrily was due to the fact that if she was injured, there would be no miracle healing happening while she was gone.
And the entire city knew they needed it. Without her, hero's wouldn't get back up as quick, gang violence would go unpunished forcing the other gangs to retaliate, gangsters wouldn't be able to get back into the fight as soon as they were broken out, and most importantly of all, it took away the saftey net that both hero's and villains enjoyed. She was what kept the capes of the city running sometimes, and she resented that. But there was nothing that could be done now ab-.
"Skrep!!"
Her head whipped around to look for the source of the noise. And then she found it. A small creature, the size of a housecat, a foot tall and two feet long, and covered in tiny, teardrop shaped azure scales. It had wings and four legs, and a long whip like tail that was currently lazily swaying behind it. A series of small scale protrusions ran up its neck and down its tail, shrinking in size as it got further from it back. The creatures head resembled a mix between a dog and a lizard, with several spikey horns jutting out from its head. It's golden eyes peered up at her, a look of curiosity on them.
It resembled a dragon, no doubt about that, but what it certainly was, was an expression of some kind of paranunan power. It even could have been hers if she knew that she had never done anything but heal with it.
"Skrep!" It called out again, taking a few steps towards her. Amy wasn't a fighter, she knew how too, she practiced with the rest of her family. But she didn't have any actual experience doing so. It took a step toward her. She took a step back. It took another step towards her and let out another bleet, "Skrep!". She looked down at it, maybe she could-
It was sitting on her foot. And now it was purring, it's whole body vibrating at a low frequency, sort of like a deeper, longer purr, than that of a cats.
"What the fuck are you?" She asked it. It didn't… seem hostile. Perhaps she could bring it to the PRT to study it? Piggot wouldn't be happy, but she never was. Reaching down to the (apparently) docile dragon, she tried to touch it, and the dragon seemed to like that, letting out a crooning noise and pushing back against her hand as her mind was flooded with information.
While small, this creature was dense as hell. It's muscles and bones were reinforced, it tendons like iron cables. It had teeth that were as hard as diamond with how carbon dense they were. And the weirdest thing of all? It had a sac, deep inside its gullet, connected to its windpipe, that was full of the equivalent of biological napalm. Upon getting into contact with the air, it would ignite, sticking to and melting anything it touched. Well, most things. There were probably metals that it couldn't melt easily. It was, functionally, a dragon. So she put it to sleep.
She watched as the head of the dragon bobbed, and slowly it curled up on the ground, still on her feet. She reached down and picked it up, gently putting it against her chest. And that's when she felt the small pinprick of its claws latching into her clothing. It's head and long neck rolling over her shoulder and around her neck. It's webbed wings pulled tightly around its (well, her, biologically speaking) body.
Pulling her phone from her pocket, using one hand to type because the other was occupied, she called the PTR hotline.
After ringing for a few moments, she heard the voice on the other end, "Hello? This is Amy Dallon, or Panacea if you prefer. I just found a dragon on the sidewalk. Yes, it's alive, and no, this isn't a joke."
AN: A plot bunny that caught up to me. The idea was that taking shattered limiter with worm cyoa powers kinda shatters the limiter that's supposed to keep you sane. The SI is currently having a pretty bad time of it, so most of the story will be told through alternative perspectives. Hopefully this ametuer story can give you some joy.
World breaker +12
Slaughterhouse is hiring +4
Marked, all three gangs +3
Total: 19
Powers:
Alexandria -2
Eidolon -2
Kaleidoscope -2
Inspired inventor -2
Psychokinetic -2
Power manipulator -2
Shaper -2
Blank-1
Shattered limiter -1
Inspiration-1
First impressions-1
Cloak and dagger -1
End total: 0
1.0 A whole new world
++++++++++
(???)
It was overwhelming, I can feel everything.
I can feel nothing.
Nothing matters, the world is paper.
Paper thin, paper mache, nothing but words, no words to describe it.
I can feel it all, do it all. I flex, a mountain grows.
It all seems… wrong. But I've never felt better.
Time crawls and I can feel the heart beat of every living thing in a hundred mile radius.
I could stop it-
Stop the pulse, stop the beat, can't stop, won't stop, it's Wrongwrongwrongwrong-
Power courses through my veins- but what to do?
Help or Hurt?
Save or Suck?
Save?
Do I need to make a wisdom sa-
I failed.
It's too much, too much. I control everything but I've never felt this out of control.
One thought and everyone and everything dies.
I need to focus. Focus.
I need a distraction. I need to stop thinking.
I need to focus.
It's cold.
I'm burning.
My head is exploding.
My heart imploding.
I need a distraction.
Maybe a new monster? Don't have books.
New PC? Perhaps.
Storyline? With what characters?
Those ones are here. I can feel them.
Is she? Still in school. Safe/being killed/fighting on/doing her best.
Is she? Still in the hospital/breaking/stressed/needs helphelphelphelphelphe-.
Are they? Still around/not in jail/still killers/murdering assholes/Idaho. They're gone, dead. Their story has ended.
What does it mean to have a story?
What is a legacy?
I'm confused, sweating, melting, freezing. I need. A distraction.
Which part am I meant to play? Am I on the side? The front lines? Am I a villan? Hero?
I can't interfere, but they can. I can. Make them: make it work.
They can be agents/monsters/hero's/adventurers/pets/diplomats/contacts… friends. But it's too much to control.
I can't control it.
I can't, they can!
But they are I. How do I?
I can. They are me and I am them. But they are separate.
They will do.
Now for the hook…
Where is she?
Walking home.
Where are They/I?
They are nowhere and everywhere. They do not exist, but they are. Then they will be… There.
++++++++++++
Panacea/Amy/The Life Cleric:
It had been another long day at the hospital. A long series of days really. Three days of healing gangsters who got into a minor conflict over some territory in the southern docks. Between the Merchants and the ABB apparently. She hated healing gangsters, really, really hated it. She did it because the courts were already backed up, and having them healed made them easier to move into a jail outside the city, so that they couldn't be sprung from whatever holding cell they while waiting for trial. That was it, the whole reason she even did it. But these past few days had seriously made her reconsider doing it.
Then she immediately felt horrible. She was the healer in Brockton Bay. She needed to do it because she was the only one who could. Was it really up to her to decide who lived and who got to roll the dice to see if they had a chance? No. No it wasn't. But it didn't help her feel any better.
She pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a moment to toss her last one into a (probably empty) garbage can, she lit the next one before taking a drag of it. She had decided to walk home tonight, Vicky hadn't been too busy to fly her home or anything, but she had needed to clear her head. Thusly, a walk home. Amy was one of the very few people in Brockton that could walk the streets without any fear of being attacked. This was due to a number of things, but primerrily was due to the fact that if she was injured, there would be no miracle healing happening while she was gone.
And the entire city knew they needed it. Without her, hero's wouldn't get back up as quick, gang violence would go unpunished forcing the other gangs to retaliate, gangsters wouldn't be able to get back into the fight as soon as they were broken out, and most importantly of all, it took away the saftey net that both hero's and villains enjoyed. She was what kept the capes of the city running sometimes, and she resented that. But there was nothing that could be done now ab-.
"Skrep!!"
Her head whipped around to look for the source of the noise. And then she found it. A small creature, the size of a housecat, a foot tall and two feet long, and covered in tiny, teardrop shaped azure scales. It had wings and four legs, and a long whip like tail that was currently lazily swaying behind it. A series of small scale protrusions ran up its neck and down its tail, shrinking in size as it got further from it back. The creatures head resembled a mix between a dog and a lizard, with several spikey horns jutting out from its head. It's golden eyes peered up at her, a look of curiosity on them.
It resembled a dragon, no doubt about that, but what it certainly was, was an expression of some kind of paranunan power. It even could have been hers if she knew that she had never done anything but heal with it.
"Skrep!" It called out again, taking a few steps towards her. Amy wasn't a fighter, she knew how too, she practiced with the rest of her family. But she didn't have any actual experience doing so. It took a step toward her. She took a step back. It took another step towards her and let out another bleet, "Skrep!". She looked down at it, maybe she could-
It was sitting on her foot. And now it was purring, it's whole body vibrating at a low frequency, sort of like a deeper, longer purr, than that of a cats.
"What the fuck are you?" She asked it. It didn't… seem hostile. Perhaps she could bring it to the PRT to study it? Piggot wouldn't be happy, but she never was. Reaching down to the (apparently) docile dragon, she tried to touch it, and the dragon seemed to like that, letting out a crooning noise and pushing back against her hand as her mind was flooded with information.
While small, this creature was dense as hell. It's muscles and bones were reinforced, it tendons like iron cables. It had teeth that were as hard as diamond with how carbon dense they were. And the weirdest thing of all? It had a sac, deep inside its gullet, connected to its windpipe, that was full of the equivalent of biological napalm. Upon getting into contact with the air, it would ignite, sticking to and melting anything it touched. Well, most things. There were probably metals that it couldn't melt easily. It was, functionally, a dragon. So she put it to sleep.
She watched as the head of the dragon bobbed, and slowly it curled up on the ground, still on her feet. She reached down and picked it up, gently putting it against her chest. And that's when she felt the small pinprick of its claws latching into her clothing. It's head and long neck rolling over her shoulder and around her neck. It's webbed wings pulled tightly around its (well, her, biologically speaking) body.
Pulling her phone from her pocket, using one hand to type because the other was occupied, she called the PTR hotline.
After ringing for a few moments, she heard the voice on the other end, "Hello? This is Amy Dallon, or Panacea if you prefer. I just found a dragon on the sidewalk. Yes, it's alive, and no, this isn't a joke."
AN: A plot bunny that caught up to me. The idea was that taking shattered limiter with worm cyoa powers kinda shatters the limiter that's supposed to keep you sane. The SI is currently having a pretty bad time of it, so most of the story will be told through alternative perspectives. Hopefully this ametuer story can give you some joy.