Interactive Homestuck Fanfiction

[MILA YOSHIDA]

Ok guys! This me Zexy making a interactive Homestuck Fancfiction, basically it's Homestuck, but with different characters. So once I make a post reply with something like "==> Dance" or something. That's the interactive part! And if you would like the story to progress naturally just put "==>". Simple enough? Ok :P
Also I already figured out all the kids so far, so please do not introduce your own. ^^ I will probably allow fan trolls once we get to the trolls
Now marvel at my derpiness of writing fanfiction

Posting Format~

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[MILA YOSHIDA]

Homestuck

A young woman stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 16th of January, is this young woman's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name!

What will the name of this young woman be?

[kermy]

==> PRINCESS BITCHTITS

[MILA YOSHIDA]

==> PRINCESS BITCHTITS

Princess Bitchtits, ✘

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[RHEA MANGOLI]

==> INTRODUCE YOURSELF

[MILA YOSHIDA]

==> INTRODUCE YOURSELF

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Your name is NATALIE MUSIAL, as said earlier today is your 13th BIRTHDAY and you are currently waiting on the best birthday present a girl could ask for. Your hobbies include BLOGGING, because your jack full of feeling and pubescent mood swings so you gotta lay that shit down on someone. You figured you might as well rant on about your life to the internet, so you own a pretty popular blog, not that theres anything INTERESTING or anything. You also enjoy the occasional ONLINE ROLEPLAY, but of course you'd never share that with most people and remain ANONYMOUS. If any of your INTERNET FRIENDS found out you would surely get a harsh and negative reaction from.

You look around your room, not much to be proud of. You live in a rather small APARTMENT in NEW YORK CITY, your practically the only one who lives here, since your DAD is always away on business or whatever the fuck he does. Around your room lie multiple scattered GIFTS from family and your close group of online friends. None living up to the expectations you have for the game that is supposedly arriving today, which is the gift you mentioned earlier. You have been chosen as a Beta tester for the all new game SBURB. You and your friends all plan on playing it, and winning the shit out of it.

You head over to your window and check to see if your father has returned from the post office yet. He left earlier saying he was on his way to pick up the package, and you eagerly stayed home to chat your friends when they came online about your soon to be arrival of game. Speaking of them you wonder what they are up to you haven't heard your computer beep all day. Maybe you have the volume off or none of them came online.
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[LINK PACMEAN]

==>RETRIEVE ARMS

[MILA YOSHIDA]

==> RETRIEVE ARMS

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What arms? Your quite certain you have always had arms, and that you have never owned fake arms. How would one even go about retrieving fake arms? You find this quite puzzling and make a mental note to blog about it in some angst type way later, that's sure to ensure some more followers in the future. However now is the present and your thoughts about arms will have to wait because you have a game to wait for and some friends to pester. Perhaps opening pesterchum might be a good idea?
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[LINK PACMEAN]

==> CHECK PESTERCHUM

[MILA YOSHIDA]

==> CHECK PESTERCHUM

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You sit down at your computer and check it out to see why you haven't been receiving messages all day. Your volumes up so it appears everyone is just busy. You then notice a blinking icon, it appears someone has started to pester you, excellent!

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background:Grey ; border: 1px dashed black, bTable]ancientArticulate [AA] began pestering revolutionaryBlogger [RB] at --:-- AA: Hello Natalie. AA: How are things holding up for you in New York City? AA: Also referred to as the Big Apple. RB: i'm fine i suppose it's really shitty though RB: all these douche bags at school keep being ass holes to me though RB: so school sucks ass RB: aside from that ny's been pretty alright RB: how's the rain forest or wherever the fuck you are AA: The Rain Forest is fine, I just wish my Grandfather would sort all this out and we could move back to the states. AA: I am practically HIS Guardian. AA: Which is highly improper of him. RB: your gramps is batshit crazy RB: who the fuck decides to go to the rain forest when their 90 to study shit RB: i'd tell him you need to be back in america experiencing average life RB: though that's unimportant RB: have you gotten it yet AA: Sburb? AA: I have received my copy. AA: What about you has it reached you yet? RB: no RB: shit RB: i think it just did RB: i gotta go i think my dad's home with the copy

You close out the chat and suddenly there is a knock on the door, and your dad slides the two disks under the door. Non-face to face acknowledgments, that's how your family rolls.
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[LINK PACMEAN]

==> RETRIEVE DISKS IN AN OVER-DRAMATIC MANNER