Hey buddies. I'm gonna try my hand at a CYOA. Kthnx.
 
>Be senior year in high school
>Senior year, you're just DGAF-ing at home after school one day
>Who are you kidding, you're fucking anxious since today is the day admission emails for Stanford and Harvard are sent.
>Go home, have a fap, check your email. You're excited as fuck until...
>You remember you're a fucking idiot. Both schools have outright rejected you. Not even waitlisted.
>At least you had a back up, right? Not enough backups at least. You're too lazy to fill out the applications.
>Fucking Common App.
>Some place called Canterlot U. None of your friends have ever heard of it, and they hound you about going to some unknown school.
>Might as well sign that "Statement of Intent to Register". You're not going to community college.
>Fill out some extra bullshit
>After writing your SSN 20 times and your birthday twice, they want your projected major.
>You want to major in...
 
A. Science
B. Humanities
 
Your major will affect the classes you will take and the characters that you may see more often than not. However, the choice in major can be changed throughout the year and will not eliminate certain characters from the story line.
 
>You want to be a science major.
>Fuckin' science and doctors and labs and shit. Also, I'm a science major. So this'll be slightly easier for me to write.
>You don't wanna listen to Mumford and Sons while smoking weed for homework.
>So hip.
>So hip... it's a waste.
 
X months later
>You've finally made it to CU.
>How you got here, you may never know.
>Rollin' up to the dorms, roller suitcase in hand.
>Enter the hall into an open atrium/lobby. There's a couple empty couches and tables, a small kitchen, and a place for a small TV.
>On the opposite sides of the atrium, there are 2 halls each.
>You see a couple other freshmen girls hanging by the east hall and a few dudes trying to get into the west hall.
>Is that... a Texan accent you hear? That one taller freshman girl is talking to a shorter, more clean-cut (and presumably cuter) girl with purple-ish hair.
>"Down, boy..." you mentally text your slightly rising lower self.
>To avoid further spaghetti, you shift focus to the west hall. A short kid wearing purple and a guy with blue hair.
>Your suitcase is also starting to feel heavy.
 
A. Mingle at the East Hall
B. Chat at the West Hall
C. Find your room and unpack.
 
>Fuck lifting. You're a bitch. You want that room and you want it now.
>You walk to the west hall because
>implying you're male and you have a room where the males are congregating.
>The guys seem to be having trouble getting into the hall.
>Wanting your room more than anything, you ignore them, take out your ID and swipe yourself in.
>You walk further down the hall.
>220
>222
>224
>226, yup. This is you.
>Swipe that shit like you're buying a game from Gamestop.
>You enter your room and see 2 empty deskbeds.
>Throw your bag on the left and jump on the righ-
>Fuck, its hot in here.
>You keep the door open and turn on the AC to stay alive.
>Unpack a bit. PC on the desk, clothes laid on the bed.
>You hear someone at the door.
>Short kid in purple from outside.
"Hey... I guess you're my roommate? I'm Spike."
>"Anonymous. Call me Anon."
 
First impressions are a bitch, especially with roommates.
A. Fast friends.
B. Indifferent
C. Asshole-ish
D. Other, (In writing preferably)
 
>Pff... this shortstop is your roommate?
So... you're taking the right bed?
>He sounds pretty quiet. He lays his stuff down on the other bed and pulls out his Alienware because plebtier laptop and gets it all rigged up into his desk.
>Throwing wires around everywhere until his desk looks like a dialysis patient on life support.
>The whole time he's looking at you with some kind of insecure look.
>He can't ignore your girth.
>You're Gary Fuckin' Oak. But...
>You decide to get on his good side.
 
>"Need help with that?"
"Huh? What? Oh, sure."
>So after Dr. Anon and Spike R.N. finish up all their med training, you guys help each other unpack.
"Whew. Thanks bro."
>You fist his fist.
>Your room looks good. Nice and tidy.
>He jumps onto his computer and starts up a game of League of Casuals because le college e-sports
"You play League too?"
 
A. Duo Queue with your bro
B. Explore the rest of the dorms
C. Sleep.
 
>You turn him down, tell him that you'll carry him another time.
>He shrugs and tosses on his headset and faces his computer.
>As soon as you exit the door, you see the taller guy with the blue hair from earlier.
"Hey there, brah. I'm the RA for this hall, Shining Armor. Off to a great start of the year, eh?"
>Yeah, yeah, sure. You call his fake enthusiasm by fisting his fist and walk out of the hall.
 
>Upon entering the lobby, you see a pretty buff looking guy in a red shirt pass by you followed by an athletic guy with blue hair.
>Maybe you should dye your hair blue too.
>Nah, fuck that.
>You exchange hellos in a hurry, and make your way into the lobby
>Sitting at a table, you can see the tall blonde girl talking with a girl with a clown wig and a soccer ba-
>Oh, that's not a clown wig.
>A bubbly girl passes by them entering the east hall, and a girl dressed in white comes out of the hall after her.
>You also see two other girls, one in yellow, and the other in purple, studying by the couch.
 
Pick. You know the options.
 
>Fuck it, you've got time. All of em.
>Walk up to the girl in the white dress like what up I got a big cock~
>Nah, fuck Macklemore too.
>"Hi, I'm Anon!"
"Rarity. Pleased to meet you, Darling."
>You learn that Rarity is a liberal arts major. She looks the type.
>That trans-atlantic accent also turns the necks of the other girls in the room.
>Not like, strangle and snapneck, but like... getting their attention.
>You strategically float your conversation toward some other girls.
"So, yer name's Anon?" says the blonde girl. "Ah'm Applejack. Ah'm a agricultural sciences major."
>You turn to the clown girl.
>Dat wig. "Rainbow?"
"Just call me Dash. You're not cool enough for the first part."
>What a cunt... Is she blus-
>You say, "I gather that you play soccer? What's your major?"
>You learn that she's a freshman recruit for the college team. Division 2 never looked so easy. She's also a creative writing major. She wanted something easy so she could focus on soccer.
>What a cunt.
 
 
"Um, excuse me, could you keep it down please?" says the pink haired girl quietly.
>implying quiet hours ever occur.
"What are you even studying? It's the first day!" says Clowncunt Dash.
>And the girl in purple said OPtimistic Anon sucks dick at writing!
>So you smoothly introduce yourself.
>"Come on now, Rainbow's right. We should get to know each other. I'm Anon."
Purple = Twilight Sparkle
Yellow = Fluttershy
See 5 lines up.
>Twilight's reading a chemistry book and Fluttershy's reading a biology book.
>You assume they're also science majors.
>The girl in yellow chimes in.
"You should also meet my roommate. She's in pink. It's not hard to miss her."
>As if on cue, hot pink shirt walks in bouncing off the walls.
"Hey everybody! Are you ready for a Week 1 Party?"
 
minutes later
 
>So you exchange your whodads and whatzits with everybody when it's time to get some dinner.
>You invite Rarity to tag alongside.
>Albeit, everyone else goes to the dining hall simultaneously...
>But in any case
>You get your shitslop dorm food and sit next to Rarity.
"Oh my, there's so much food here."
 
A. small talk
B. business talk
C. "business" talk and by that i mean, dicks and butts and shit.
 
>"So... Liberal Arts?"
"Oh yes... I've actually always wanted to design. I actually designed this dress myself."
>You scope that bitch out in all of her curvy glory.
>All you want for your birthday is a big booty hoe.
"What do you think, Anon. Isn't it exquisite?"
>"It looks nice on you." You smile sincerely
>She smiles back and you continue to eat and talk.
>After dinner you head back to the dorms with her.
 
A. Back to your room
B. Hang out some more
C. Go outside.
 
>you walk into some serious shit.
>"Sup Spike?"
"AGH FUCK THIS SHIT. THIS IS WHY YOU BAN HECARIM."
>"Hec OP!" You respond as you laugh at his black and white screen.
"And this fucking Leona... no, this fucking team!
>The screen turns to color and the Nexus explodes a double rainbow.
>Fuckin solo queue.
>"Get me in this. I'll support."
>You always got your bro's back. Taric may be pleb tier, but he's good enough.
>And you just can't get enough of how truly outrageous he is.
>He picks Vayne and you two do pretty well in lane.
>Despite feeding mid, you two manage to scrape away with a decent and well fought win.
>You throw him an airfist.
>It's almost 10 PM.
>Classes start tomorrow.
 
A. One more game?
B. Go hang out in the lobby.
C. Go to bed.
 
>Egh, one more can't hurt. You take it to duo queue.
>Bronze 1 for lyfe.
>This time you decide to try out a jungle/mid combo lane.
>You pick Lee jungle because tons of damage and Spike goes TF mid.
>You camp his lane for a solid 10 minutes, getting next to no kills.
>Fucking Fizz.
>The rest of your team is mad for you camping mid, but you end up making some good calls, a sweet baron steal, and you win the game.
>inb4 +2 league points
>Spike looks at you
>It's about 11 PM.
>Bio starts at 9.
 
A. One more?
B. Hang out.
C. Bed
 
>More League. Those assholes better give you guys some League Points this time.
>You guys try a Graves/Taric lane.
>Your mid is also a "Diamond smurf"
>Because Diamond Smurfs don't CS. CS-ing is for noobs.
>20 minutes, down 3 dragons and a few turrets.
>You guys /ff because I said so.
>Spike's raging in his chair at your mid.
>11:30.
>What if the showers are taken in the morning?
 
A. League
B. Shower
C. Bed.
 
>You ain't goin' to bed with the sour taste of loser in your mouth.
>Fuck that shit
>All you do is win.
>No matter what.
>Time to bring the T-Pain Train. You guys queue up one more time. This time, you're ADC and he's sticking with Shyvana in the jungle. get it? because dragons
>Spike don't give no fuck. He runs in your lane and comes up with some big plays.
>Even though you're 0/0/5 moving into midgame.
>Fuckin' KS Spike.
>Spike runs the show, and steals a couple of dragons. He even gave you a red once. How nice.
>You guys take the Nexus easy.
>Spike's 12/2/0, and you go killless in that game.
>Your bro's ultra hype now.
>12:30 AM
>myeyes.jpg
 
A. One more?
B. Shower
C. Sleep
 
>Fuck your eyes. You're just gonna be the best blind LoL player on earth.
>Put on your shades
>Wave to yesterday
>Sunlight hurts my e-
>Same shit. You pick up jungle this time. Dem Riot buffs. Nunununununu up in this.
>You're eating like you did back at the dining halls.
>Rarity's ass.
>Fuck, you missed your smite.
>Ah well... Q.
>Speaking of Riot buffs, how 'bout that Udyr skin.
>+10 AD amirite.
>You toss his bandwagon ass up and you're having a free buffet in his jungle.
>You solo baron like a fuckin boss and win the game.
>You won 3 games and lost 1. You went up 20 LP overall.
>Spike takes a deep breath.
"Yeah, gg bro. I'm done for the night. He tosses into his bed."
> 1:30 AM
>myfuckingeyes.jpg
 
A. one more
B. secretfap
C. bed.
 
Oh sweet Jesus, why did I make this an option.
 
>You peek your head out the door.
>You crane your neck to see Spike sound asleep.
>>/gif/
>You're currently at FAPCON 3
>Prepare for Fapster Yi mode.
>You put on your Rabycap and start tapping that "meditation button" I mean your dick. yes, you also have a Deathcap which you like to wear whilst fapping.
>You hear stirring across the room.
>FAPCON 2
>You start to rapidly click your mouse to assure your bro that you're not fapping, but playing league.
>After you stare and fap at the same gif for a little bit, you decide to be a little more creative.
>You close your eyes and start thinking about Rarity.
"Mmgh, Rarity..."
>Wow, your voice got higher.
>Just kidding, your bro's totally having a dream right now.
>FAPCON 3
>So you guys are imagining the same thing currently. idk if weird or
>Eiffel Tower or will I steal that bitch from him?
>problems for a later day.
>Spike's groaning isn't making this any easier for you.
>Neither is the sound of a creaking door.
>FAPCON 1
>You do your neck turn and see
>BIG BOOTY BITCHES
>Holy fuck, purple hair and curves beyond all your imagination.
"Daaaarling, you're quite the gentleman."
>FAPCON -10 but you don't give a shit.
>She's tracing her finger around your soul.
>You hold her in your arms when all of the sudden, she becomes soft and starts to smell like you.
>You futilely try to press your lips against hers but all you get is a nice blend of cotton and polyester.
>Cue incessant clicking.
>Check clock.
>3 AM.
>Spike's still on League.
>If you want more league, go play some yourself.
>You fall back asleep, searching for the dreams.
 
Day 0 Complete.
 
 
Day 0 Summary.
>Friends with Rarity
>Bros with Spike
>Acquaintances with RA, and the rest of East hall.
>Bronze 1: 25 LP