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As inspiration from the a story I ready yesterday, Jailbreak, I thought it'd be a nice and interesting idea to do something similar, except without the pictures. I'll simply start off with a scene which begins in a train station and take things from there, letting the next user to post to suggest what should happen next.

I will try to take the first suggestion, deeming how reasonable it is, and put it into the post after the suggestion and so forth.

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Anorak looked out at the dying sunset, exhaling softly as the last streaks of light died away, leaving him in the darkness in the desolate train station. He pushed both hands in his pockets with uncertainty, trying his best to ignore the chill which seeped through the cramped space.

With not much better to do, his eyes darted from side to side, surveying his peculiar surroundings. To his left, was a man dressed in a bear suit, skin visible through a gaping hole where the bear's mouth should be. In front of him, was a model of a boat, seemingly left behind by a passer by with a note attached to it's side. To his right, was a bunch of kids endlessly squabbling over a silly matter he didn't listen to.

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What will Anorak do? To pass the time.

Anorak should should look at the boat. (obvious answer I know but it could be interesting :3)

Anorak gives out an exasperated sigh. The boat looked most intriguing, so he picked it up from the table ahead of him. He looked over it, running a finger over the wooden structure, before slipping a finger under the note which was attached to it by a small piece of duct tape. He hesitated. What if this belonged to someone else? What if this note was important? His finger moved further under the note until he pulled it off. His curiosity had to be quenched.

He unfolded the note slowly, revealing neatly written words which took up a small portion of the white piece of paper.

Dear Anonymous,

You have found an old family heirloom which I have found to be no use. I have no family left, so I think it's time for it to be passed onto a new generation. I trust that good care will be taken of this, so I ask you treasure this as much as I did. As did my mother. As did my grandmother.

I just have one request for you; one final thing I didn't have a chance to do myself. I ask for you to find a box of flowers in the woman's toilets in the very first cubicle you see. Place the flowers where you found this boat. Please.

~Martha

Anorak stared at the note with wide eyes, not noticing that it took him ten minutes to read all of this.



What will Anorak do?

He'll ignore the note and be a dense bro.
Yup.

Anorak almost chuckled as he spat on the note, before ripping it in half. He then brought his fist down on the small wooden boat, shattering it into millions. Not that anyone would care. He looked around at his other alternative to relieve his bored status.

A) Man wearing bear suit. Talk to him.
B) Kids scuffling over something stupid. Sort it out.

He'll do neither and walk away.

Also like a dense bro.

You guys make my character so cruel.   

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Anorak, suddenly realizing both of those choices would provide no interest, came to his feet and walked to a metal pole, watching the next train slowly approach his station. He looked down at his watch, pulling his sleeve back. 4:36 PM.

Abruptly, Anorak felt a cold finger tap on his back, making him whip around instinctively, to face an old man, holding out a hat which held a few coins and five dollar note. "Money. Please." He asked in a rasp, pushing the brim of hat against his chest, looking up to Anorak with brown eyes.

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give him money or punch him in the face and steal his money up to you i would go with one

He smiles nicely and pours in the hat a few bottle caps.

He made a breath

(I'm going to go with Mr. Blackwater's choice, it isn't cruel. :()

Anorak gave a half-hearted smile and dug his hand in his pocket, pulling out a $2 coin and 50 cents. It would suffice, he thought as he poured it into the torn hat. After a few second, the man muttered a thanks and shuffled off, to his next 'victim.' He then began to stride toward the train which hissed toward the station, the metallic doors sliding open as he neared. A few people boarded it as he did, the glum train station turning into a plush train with a sparkling interior.

Anorak looked to his left, to see his usual seat, where a rather large man sat, a computer nestled on his lap.

A) Ask him to move, nicely.
B) Ask him to move, rudely.
C) Sit at another seat.

>Squawk like a pigeon and defecate on the bench.

I agree with Cyrus.

Sit on the man's lap, see how he likes it.

(I think I'll just choose randomly from Joe's choice and Cyrus' using magical randomizing sites.)

Anorak's eyes dug into the chubby man's as he strode over to his plump body. "Hello there." Anorak said, trying to conceal his sheer hatred as he dove on flabby lap, his buttocks resting on his thighs. "You stole my seat." He said after a quick moment. As Anorak wiggled around, trying to get comfortable, he didn't notice the man's face go a dark shade of red and tiny wisps of steam escape from his ears. The man's stomach began to rumble loudly, but even this didn't get Anorak's attention as he fought for a comfortable posture on all the fat.

Finally, the man grabbed Anorak's collar, pulling it tight against his neck and threw him from his lap and onto the floor, catching horrified glances from people surrounding them. The man's face returned to it's normal colour and his stomach ceased the rumbling. Anorak glared at the man, the hatred blossoming into an unknown feeling. He would need to come up with a devious plan to get this man out of his seat. Revenge was in need.

What should his plan be?

Lick his shoe. Film it. Put it on 'certain' sites of the internet. Profit.

Say that he deserved it. Then get a nice-sized spade and use it as a lever to dump the chub out of your seat. Then sit on the seat and rest your feet on Chub's butt cheeks.