Title:           P3/MLP CYOA
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 25th of March 2014 07:03:15 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 25th of March 2014 07:03:15 PM CDT

This is a multiple choice CYOA, that takes place right after the events of P3.
You are Anonymous, the protagonist, whose soul is thrust into Equestria after his death, and you have amnesia. You do not have the wild card ability anymore, but Orpheus still resides within you, and as you unlock more of your memory through social links with various MLP characters, your Persona will change will evolve into thanatos, and eventually Messiah when it's fully unlocked and you have discovered the truth of your reason for being in Equestria. You will have options at most turning points, but will also have the option to make suggestions
 
        >It's cold.
        >The last thing you remember is...
        >Well you can't remember anything really.
        >Nothing except,for the fact that you're among the dearly departed.
        >You feel that your eyes are open, yet you can't see anything but, darkness.
        "Are you awake young man?"
        >A voice is speaking to you.
        "How rude. Were you not taught any manners? I am no mere voice. Consider me instead..your best friend."
        >How ominous.
        "I apologize for my cryptic nature boy, but I assure you all will be answered in due time."
        >You're cold, and confused.
        >Though, you have no choice, but to listen.
        "Excellent my boy. You're getting it. We'll be in touch."
        >You try to speak out in protest, but your throat locked up.
        >The voice cackles.
        " I sense your turmoil boy. Worry not. You have plenty of time to find the truth out. Have fun pursuing the truth lad"
        >You feel yourself fade
 
        >You feel your back hit something hard, and grainy.
        >A smart man would assume it's dirt, and he'd be right.
        >Cracking your eyes open, you find yourself starring into a beautiful night sky. Wind blows gently through the trees surrounding                        you, shaking loose some of their leaves.
        >You sit up, wincing in slight pain.
        >You're not sure where that odd voice left you, but one thing is for certain.
        >You're not in kansas anymore.
        >Bad joke.
        >You slowly get up and dust yourself off, inspecting your limbs for any damage.
        >Everythings there! Nothing more than an aching backside.
        >You run a hand through your hair, now surveying the immediate area.
        >As suspected you're currently within the creepy confines of a forest. Around your feet, the ground is scorched as if struck by         lightining.    
        >Most likely the product of your arrival.
        >You have no idea what to do right now. Woodland Survival isn't really your strong suit.
        >You rummage through your pockets.
        >You find a book of matches, and a wristwatch.
        >You also notice you have a sword strapped to your left side. That'll definitely come in handy unless some animal decides to get        froggy.
        >You also have a small silver gun-like object strapped to your opposing hip.
        >You take it from it's strap and look it over.
        >There's no area for bullets to go. It's a useless hunk of metal! Maybe you can find some use for it later.
        >The wind blows again.
        >You clutch your arms, shivering lightly.
        >Well at least the odd voice clothed you, before he tossed you to your eventual doom.
        >Jerk.
        >You ponder what your next move should be.
 
>Make a fire
 
>Leave the area in case some carnivorus creature gets curious, and find an area to sleep.
 
>Search for help
 
"Search for help."
 
        >It's much too late, or at least from what you can tell, to go looking for help, in an unknown area.
        >You would yield better results in day's light.
        >You begin walking in a random direction slowly, staying highly alert of what is around you, still clenching your arms cold.
        >The wind blows lightly again giving you goosebumps.
        >You can hear crunching in the distance, halting you.
        >It sounds as if someone or something is walking around like you.
        >You duck into a bush and slowly approach the sound, praying it's a friendly.
        >The wind blowing has become more fierce, whistling and rattling the foilage.
        "Of all the luck to be stranded out in the middle of no where! Why does Celestia curse Trixie so?!"
        >You can hear a sultry feminine voice, associated with the cruunching footsteps.
        >You creep closer, hoping to also find some form of lodging for the night.
        >Maybe this woman will be willing to give you aid?
        >You continue your act of stealth, and gingerly step through the vegetation and scattered branches.
        >You can see an orange glow shimmering against the green of the plant life.
        >A campfire! Warmth!
        >Maybe they can even share some food with you!
        >All you know right now, is you're afraid, cold and hungry.
        >If things turn south you at least have a way of defending yourself, despite not ever swinging a sword or using a gun.
        >Or maybe you did? Who can say? What exactly is the truth about you?
        >About your memory?
        >You take a long step through the bushes, violently rustling them, as you enter the campsite.
        >What you find however, isn't a normal campsite.
        >A wagon, decorated in outlandish designs, that looks out of a little girls sketchbook is parked in the middle of the clearing.
        >The front left wheel looks busted, but nothing a quick bit of improvision couldn't fix.
        >There is a crackling fire, like you saw, A spit skewered with various vegetables is slowly turning over the fire, covered in a bluish aura.
        >You take in everything around you, including the Bluish Miniature Horse laying by the fire that's staring at you with wide,    frightened eyes.
        >Its mouth is wide open as if its ready to release a cry of terror.
        >You scratch your head in confusion, wondering where the owner is.
        >You lower yourself to your knees, taking care not to approach the creature.
        >You hold a hand out and click your tongue repeatedly, trying to get the horse to come over.
        >You toss in a few "here boy"s to the animal, hoping your friendly tone will not make it think you're here to hurt it.
        >The horse's expression of terrior, contorts into one of anger and offense.
        >It's a surprisingly human-looking countenance.
        "How dare you! Who do you think you are you..you..SUITED MONKEY!"
        >You yowl startled and jump back into the bushes.
        >That voice you heard earlier just came from the horse!
        >Where the hell are you exactly?!
        >The Horse stomps towards you, snapping branches in its wake.
        "I am "The Great And Powerful Trixie"! I am no "Boy"! I am magnificence personified! You will bow to your surperior and address         her appropriately!"
        >The horse flips her hair..part...thing, with her hoof? Hoof right?
        >You're not to up to date on horse anatomy.
        >But she has a horn. So a Unicorn then?
        >She marches over to your bush hiding spot.
        "Well? Are you going to come out, or is Trixie going to have to pull you out by force?"
        >You gulp, unsure of what you should do.
        >But you don't want to tangle with a mythical, sentient, talking demon horse.
        >At least not on an empty stomach.
        >You reveal yourself unhurriedly to the blue monster.
        >She gazes upon you with disdain.
        "Trixie cannot see you in the dark fool! Step out into the light where she can get a good look at you!"
        >You casually step closer to the visible radius of light, the fire has set.
        >Hands in your pockets, you stand there seeming as nonchalant as possible.
        >The Horse gives you a once-over, moving in circles around you.
        "Trixie is unimpressed."
        >Well that's rude. Sure you're not anything special, but you're not here to impress a horse in a strange world.
        >You feel various tugs at your clothing, as if something invisible is pulling at your garments.
        "And what is all this nonsense you're wearing? Trixie thinks it's ridiculous and tacky! It needs more stars!"
        >You comment, that you're sorry your sense of fashion doesn't appease her highness.
        >You make sure to add extra sarcasm to your statement.
        >She sticks her snout into the air, with a haughty smile.
        "Silly Ape! Trixie is not royalty, though she can see how one as lowly as you made that distinction. Trixie gets it from the    peasant rabble all the time!"
        >Ho. How humble this horse is.
        >Your stomach grumbles.
        >The horse, Trixie takes notice of the audible gurgle.
        >She raises an eyebrow, with a frown showing her displeasure.
        "What was that sound? Was that your stomach? Are you hungry?"
        >You nod.
        >Her mouth curls into a wicked smile.
        >She spins on her hind leg, taking her time to comandeer her spit once more.
        >Her horn glows that aura you've been seeing all over the place recently and a broiled carrot, snaps off the line.
        >It hovers to her mouth, for her to take a dainty, taunting bite from.
        >She chews it sluggishly, with a satisfied look on her face, not taking her peepers off you.
        >You watch on in hungry silence.
        >She finally swallows the bite licking her chops.
        "You want some of Trixie's food right?"
        >You nod again frantically, your mouth nearly running over with saliva.
        >She sneers.
        "Well too bad! This is all for Trixie! Now begone!"
        >Your heart sinks into your shoes.
        >What a mean horse!
        >You watch is beeping signaling, that it's midnight.
 
-Leave the selfish pony to her food.
 
-Beg her for a small portion
 
-Attack her and attempt to steal the food through use of force.
 
"Can we negotiate?
Do we have enough courage?"
 
">Negotiation is impossible for the tutorial.
>You will have the opportunity to increase your various stats Wisdom, Courage, Understanding etc. after through activities after the tutorial, however some answers may increase those stats as well."
 
        >You don't want any trouble.
        >This horse is a total bitch, but she's not obligated to give you any assistance.
        >To expect otherwise would be, unreasonable on your part.
        -Understanding increased!
        >You're not happy with her decision, but it's hers to make.
        >You bow respectfully and make it known, you hope she enjoys her meal, and that you'll search for help elsewhere.
        >Trixie continues to eat, unamused with your courteous mannerisms.
        >You leave her campsite without another word, resuming your self-imposed mission.
        >Your watch continues to beep loudly.
        >It's annoying, and grating to the ear.
        >You try to turn it off, while you stroll through the dark forest, using only the moon as your source of light.
        >The beeping begins to gong now. As if you were standing next to a ringing bell.
        >Your head starts to pound and twitch in pain, the environment slowly distorting and changing colors.
        >The dark, green forest has now become a sickly green, and what looks like pools of blood lay in random puddles around the      entire area.
        >A fog wafts through the area lazily, and the trees now look like contorted abominations.
        >Fear, and a sense of familiarity washes over you, as you fall to your knees clutching your head.
        >You know this.
        >You know exactly what this is.
        >The name sits on the tip of your tongue, and several areas on your body ache and throb. Like old battle wounds acting up after         revisting the site of a battlefield you once fought on.
        >Eyes quivering, you grit your teeth and emit a scream.
        >You bang your fists on the ground, in frustration.
        >Why can't you remember? Is this someone's idea of a sick joke?!
        >Sticking you in the forest, where demonic horses treat you like garbage?
        >You hear an odd squelching sound, rumble from the bushes in front of you.
        >It's a sickening sound, like someone throwing up blood.
        >Your eyes train on the bush in question, hoping that your luck holds out and it's someone who can help you this time. 
        >What you're greeted with is a black pile of ooze, with a hands jutting out of its supposed body, and two beady, red glowing eyes.
        "Oooggrrlllppppllleee...."
        >You ascend quickly to your feet and step back away from the monster.
        >You don't feel as much fear and surprise after seeing this creature. Like you've seen it tons of times before.
        >Your heart starts to thump, not with fear or courage, but the desire to fight.
        >Your body remembers how to battle these things.
        >It drags its slimy body towards you, still babbling its disgusting language.
        >You circle the creature, drawing your blade expertly on it, prepared to do battle.
        "Guurrrllgggpppppplllleeeee....."
        >It suddenly speeds towards you with speed, quite surprising given its body has no legs.
        >You bring your blade forward with even more superior speed, running its sharp tip right between the eyes of the creature.
        >It slides in with little resistance.
        >You twist the blade and yank it out, a spurt of black goo shooting from the wound.
        >It gurgles and bubbles in pain and backs away, to plan its next attack.
        >It won't get such a moment.
        >You go on the offensive and make repeated slashing movments at the monster, it's black blood splashing across the landscape.
        >The creature, trembling from the damge it's taken starts to slowly slink into itself, dissolving away, with a gargling death   knell.
        >You feel something slowly claw its way up to the surface in your mind.
        >That's a shadow. Beasts known to populate the Midnight Hour.
        >The Midnight Hour.
        >That's it! This is the Midnight Hour! The hidden amount of time between 12 and 1, where everything becomes a dark, evil        caricature of what it once ways.
        >You have to remain on guard. Shadows are extremely dangerous, and will kill anything not a shadow on sight.
        "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
        >You snap your head to the sound of the sudden scream.
        >Running through the bushes a little ways away is that horse from earlier.
        >She's galloping through the foilage, with a look of absolute tettor adorning her face, as she's chased through the woods by a  giant black orb with an elongated tongue wagging in her direction.
        >It's giggling in a distorted high-pitch of a voice.
        >You'd be lying if you said you felt bad for her.
 
-Save the horse from a fate worse than death.
 
-Leave her to her fate, and continue your search for food and shelter for the night.
 
-Raid her campsite for supplies while she's busy with the shadow.
 
"Save the horse"
 
        >You clench the sword in your hand.
        >You know what these Shadows can do, and while she's a mean-spirited beast, you can't allow her to be killed.
        >You cup your hand by your mouth and call out to her.
        >She flashes a look to you briefly, still screaming .
        >You wave the sword at her and tell her you can protect her.
        >Trixie immediately turns and makes a beeline for you.
        "Help me Monkey! The greatly terrorfied Trixie requires your aid!"
        >She runs full speed, and hides behind your legs shivering.
        >The black mouth orb bounds out from the bushes cackling madly.
        >You point your blade at it, prepared for round two.
        "Gahahahaha!"
        >It wobbles in the air in front of you turning in various angles.
        >It stops its aimless twisting and sniffs the air.
        >It has no eyes, but you can tell it's staring at you.
        >It begins to speak to you, with a wide, sick grin.
        "Per-So-Na...HAHAHAHAHA"
        >Trixie holds onto your leg trembling in fear.
        "What is that thing talking about? Why is it after Trixie?! What happened to the forest?"
        >You've gone silent, staring at the demon, it's words echoing in your mind.
        >You have a flashback to when you uttered those words yourself.
        >Instinctively reaching into your pocket, you brandish the metal gun shaped object.
        "What are you doing? That think is going to eat us! You said you could help trixie! So HELP TRIXIE!"
        >You place the barrel of the gun to your head, your blue hair covering your face.
        "HAHAHAHAH!"
        >The Black Orb opens its maw and lunges for you.
        "Per-so-na."
        >You pull the tirgger, like you remember doing so long ago.
        >A loud bang roars through the dementedly designed forest, then the shattering of glass.
        >Trixie's head darts everywhere, taking in what's happening before her eyes.
        >A light blue aura surrounds you both, swirling in a torrent of power.
        "What's going on?! Is this magic?!"
        >Trixie holds a hoof to her eyes to keep from being blinded.
        >A man...sort of, shaped being emerges from your head.
        >You're aware he's there, yet you don't feel the need to look at him.
        >Like you've known him all your life.
        "ORPHEUS!"
        >The man plucks a harp, instantly setting the Orb on fire.
        >It screams out in pain and falls to the ground slowly burning into a disgusting black heap.
        >Trixie, has her legs wrapped around you, boring holes into the burning shadow pile with a look of disgruntled anxiety.
        "I-Is it dead? Are we safe?"
        >You tell her you're both safe for the moment, and she has nothing to be afraid of.
        >She scoffs and releases your leg.
        "Tr-Trixie wasn't afraid! She was just letting you take a shot at the beast first! Don't get the wrong idea!"
        >You roll your eyes and bid Trixie farewell.
        >She starts to follow you, still barking.
        "Wait! Where are you going? What if there are more of those monsters lurking out there?!"
        >You tell her she'll be fine, and she won't have you to slow down, as you continue walking.
        >She meeps and looks around the forest.
        >It's eeriely quiet.
        "Wa-Wait! Don't go!"
        >You stop your leisurely pace.
        >Trixie is sweating and trembling as she lopes towards you.
        "Y-you're hungry right?! You need a place to sleep also right?! You can come back to camp with Trixie!"
        >Folding your arms, you give Trixie a victorious smirk.
        >She hops up and down fuming.
        "What is that smug look for?! Trixie is taking pity on you ape! Don't mistake Trixie's god-like benevolence for fear!"
        >You never said she was afraid.
        >You put your hands up, trying to calm the excited trixie down, and agree to go back to her campsite with her.