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I've done planning for it, worldbuilding, a few characters and the outline for some of the missions. Yet I'm on the fence about running it, and I don't know why.
I'll always be lurking Anon. I do play some quests you know.
Off topic, but those, as well as sleep transitions, are some of the hardest things for me to write. I have no idea why.
I want !JD/Aight to run the thing.
Was there any way for us to get our memory back in Heat?
We stopped caring about it pretty early. Horus told us pretty much all the information we needed, and remembering more about 300 years ago friends and family would likely have just made Harvy sad.
Here is more specific character descriptions.
Fixer's mane is messy and Angel's mane is slightly longer compared to Chaos, who has a more military look.
The twins have the exact same blue eyes and Fixer has a dark red mane with purple eyes.
As requested in Space, i will add descriptions in the pastbin later.
I feel like any chance of my quest succeeding has been lost and that every new post I make brings me closer to being known for failure. I should never have started a quest when I was already happy with what I had, I'm afraid that I will become the next rits and have to leave because of my mistakes. so many people have helped me but I still can't do it.
To the anon that requested that Space picture.
It'll probably be a day or two before I finish.
Multiple ponies make the time needed to do these things raise exponentially.
Anyway, I've gotta go do shit, so in the meantime, have a sketch.
>Whispen has no depth perception and needs you to tell her whether her plot is getting bigger.
>You've been telling her no for 3 years.
>mares thinking having kids makes them ugly
>just fills them out in all the right places
"Um, well, y'see..."
> You're sweating harder than any of your times under interrogation.
"I... uh, I didn't think... I wanted to..."
> "Oh, sweety..."
> Whispen leans over and whispers in your ear.
> "I've known for months."
> She giggles softly.
> "I thought it was cute of you to flatter me."
> Bullet dodged!
> "...but you're still not getting any of this plot for the next month, no matter the size."
> And direct hit.
> Whispen turns away, making sure to put an extra swing in her hips - her built-up width on full display.
> "Nope. Not one bit. Unless..."
> You know that tone...
> Turning off and offering a wink with her newly-freed eye, Whispen shoots a smoldering smirk in your direction.
> "Unless you can catch me and a piece of this~"
> Yep, you very definitely know that tone.
"...remember who's got the wings here, sweetheart."
> "Well, I've got to keep your lazy flank in shape somehow."
> A smirk touches your lips.
"Better start galloping, then."
> It's a good thing your house has a fair distance set between it and the next one.
> The way you and Whispen are tearing through it - thudding into walls, hooves sliding wildly across the floor, dragging furniture along as you hook limbs into them to take tight corners - is almost certainly producing a wild racket.
> You can't particularly be bothered to care.
> A feeling of being wildly alive courses through your blood, adrenaline surging as you briefly take to the air and over a table to cut off your wife's escape.
> Even so she manages to slip by, and the chase resumes anew.
> Not until minutes later does it end, with both of you landing in a tangled heap of wings, hooves, and horn.
> She is panting just as hard as you are, and with as close as you are pinned with her each of your breaths rushes across the others' face.
> Smirking, you plant a soft kiss firmly on her lips.
> "I guess you do."
> Whispen giggles softly.
"So... who told you?"
> "Byline, at the last meetup."
> You can't help but roll your eyes.
> "How about you fuck me instead? After all-"
> Whispen squirms slightly beneath you, still pressed close to your belly.
> "-you did win a certain prize plot."
> This, you think, seems like an agreeable idea.
This is why I hope there is never an RGS 2. or atleast, not one with the same characters.
These pones deserve to be happy, Whispen should not become a widowed single mother just because we rolled poorly.
>they raise two foals before being eventually called up to active duty to handle the Hayseed Incursions 4 years later.
Nigga we gonna learn firsthand what those are.
We are just prepping for the changelings. That was an epic time when we just got free and tied up that changchick and we open the door to look for wispy and their is army outside and the first thing we do is invite them inside for something to eat.
Kamil was the guard who watched us when we were interrogated over the plane crash. He became a favourite meme character for being a sterotypical slav who was a bit dumb but also fairly nice and would care for the ponies like they were pets. that lasted for like 6 months before the epilogue revealed that he had died month prior in a tatzelwurm attack.
Kamil was a Polish soldier that everyone playing RGS seemed to take a liking too. We only ever got to talk to him once, but he was easily the most loved human character.
The epilogue revealed that he died during a Tatzlwurm attack on an airbase that was meant as a diversion for an ambush we really didn't want to take part it. We also found out he was barely 18 years old. It was like having your dog die in the epilogue and knowing you had some small part in it.
It's like your parents telling you that your dog went on 'vacation' only to find out months later that they took him out back and shot him. And you might have been able to stop it.
It would have been a perfect opportunity to introduce the wendigoes as the greater threat, but instead we got a whole lot of consciously-committed warcrimes.
All-in-all, I loved RGS. I just want to make sure Lurker learns the lessons of his own quest.
> Anonguard suddenly shivers sharply.
> Whispen cocks her head slightly.
> "Dear? What's wrong?"
"It's begun... get to cover!"
"Now! Hurry, hurry!
> As he drags her beneath the nearest doorframe, a thunderous voice calls out.
> "QUADS DETECTED. RANDOM EVENT TRIGGERED."
The Poles just got excited that this time they were on the giving instead of the receiving end
Oh shit, this pic. It describes them well sometimes.
I'm going to agree. Harvest really has no reason to care about her past life.
No good could come from knowing more about it: she'd learn of the happy life she lost, friends she had to abandon, fellow soldiers she watched die, and family she'll never see again.
Ignorance is bliss, and I think her new friends would be enough for her to want to remain ignorant.
She doesn't know, and it doesn't matter anyway.
Guys, what if, Galloping Steel takes place a decade after RGS?
You guys should have gotten a name for him or something because that shit is confusing
And thus a new meem is born.
Yeah, the canons aren't really compatible.
It's like how Hero tried to add Treads as Blitz and Gar's sibling, but since Treads' family situation is so unique, it really doesn't work out.
Hello, friends. It's me, the guy from the other thread who was thinking of starting a CYOA.
In your experience, is it better to start with a fairly well thought out main character, or should I let the questers have a decent amount of input on him/her?
"My parents were run of the mill folks who let the kids pretty much do whatever we wanted, so we all ended up going our separate ways pretty early. I think my little brother's holed up in Baltimare. No idea how he managed, he was always getting bullied as a kid. I have a little sister too. Last I heard, she went to some university in Fillydelphia."
Treads lives with her dad, Trade Wind, who is a pegasus and her mom is dead.
Gar's dad and mom are both alive, and both Unicorns.
Blitz could be Treads brother or Gar's brother, but not both.
>”Well, your brother is still roaming the country. It keeps her up at night, but he’s always fine when he checks in with us”
>Your older brother would be doing that. He left home when you were still in elementary school, talking about how he wanted to be an adventurer
>Guess he’s still out doing what he loves
IT'S CREAM YOU FUCKING FAGGOT
>Treads, being the second pegasus born into a supremacist family, was immediately put up for adoption and was taken in by Trade Winds and his spouse
>Blitz, being the oldest, knew about her and her situation before and maybe after he left the family to adventure
>tfw waiting for hijacker to finish playing with his meat
Hey kiddies, you know what time it is?
Time for Capitalism - Deluxe Blue Balls Edition!
Where were you when Hijacker's meat destroyed the quest?
>not posting the full versions
By the way adding to the list of QMs that are going to be delayed tonight. I'm getting drunk with family. Currently on shot 3, beer 3. And I last ate at 10:00 AM. Sorry about that I'll get on it when I get home.
We don't need that little brat. All that matters are these two loving brother
I feel like after I'm done my quest, I won't be able to do anything else CYOA related at all because of the limitations of what I can actually do.
What's the point if it's all going to be, realistically, the same thing over and over again?
You're correct in the assumption she doesn't want to remember everything, and never does. Fully regaining her memories would have been possible if you had pursued that path, but no longer is for her.
I'm not afraid to admit half the reason I'm following your quest is to see how letterpone will evolve further through the power of boops.
But yeah, you could play around with a lot of the formula and still probably come out okay. I don't know what software you're using for the quest, but maybe an actual normalpone puppet? Though if it was more than a silhouette you'd have to start bothering with facial expressions and whatnot.
Have Tara use one of her extra special taunts. I'm sure that'll
get him up.
I got lazy so i coloured this instead of making anything new.
You people are acting like something or someone dies every time I start drinking.
Fun fact: Nadine is actually named after how I remembered them saying Crix Madine In Rouge Squadron. Apparently I wasn't very good at listening when I was a kid.
"Calm down Steelie."
>"Fine! But I'm absolutely not going to drink. Now while I'm serving the crown."
"I thought you weren't on duty at the moment?"
>"A good guard is never off duty."
"You could hop off that stick that in y-OH HELLO THERE PENIS"
>Your wings inadvertently snap out, slapping Steel right in his horse face
>You're not quite sure how to process this.
>Even in the dim light of the Inn
>You can see nothign but gyrating, thrusting, grinding, and twitching legs, hips, hooves, paws, claws, tentac-
>"SWEET MOTHER OF CELESTIA"
>Steel shrieks, and despite his girlish shock, not a single body stops their relentless rutting in the dank, musky room.
>Moans, cries, and grunts of ecstasy fill the air
>"WILLOW! YOU SAID THIS WAS AN INN!"
"IT WAS! TARA TOLD ME THE BURGERS HERE WERE COSMIC-TIER!"
>You wiggle, trying to hide the ever growing itch between your l-
>Woah girl, that's kinda fucked up
>Steel keeps watching in utter shock, and possible arousement- ah who the fuck are you kidding
>Steelie's fierce blush and his
impressiveemerging girth is-
>EYES UP, GIRL
>>"W-Welcome, travellers! T-To... oh fuck!... T-To uh the Sword an-and Board!"
"This isn't right."
>>The voice calls out again
>"Don't worry! This is just another day, here! God you're tight!"
>>"Oh shit, I'm sorry"
>"YEAH. OK. I'M DONE."
>Steelie trips over a mare
>...Landing face first into a mare's open legs
>>>"Oh my! A Royal Guard~"
>She lets out a playful laugh as she locks her legs around his head
>He tries to scream, but the vibrations only cause additional pleasure for the mare holding him hostage.
>Damn, that's pretty hot
>You feel a cock poke up behind your butt
>You grip it tight and-
>HOLY HELL, WILLOW
>DON'T FALL FOR IT WOMAN
>YOU MIGHT CATCH SOMETHING
>YOU MIGHT GET-
>You hear a growl coming from Pot Luck, and his cock springs out of the mare he was so religiously pounding prior.
>A thick rope of cum nails you right in the face, silencing your thoughts.
>You fall back into a puddle of... Someone's liquids.
>Your's are probably in there too, honestly.
>You take a lazy glance around the immediate area.
>You lost your... everything.
>Naked as the day your mother hatched you
>Granted if she saw you now, she probably wouldn't be too pleased.
>Steel lays on his side, between two piles of highly satisfied and highly varied females.
>And you're pretty sure there are a few stallions among them too.
>Das nasty, Steelie.
>He makes a mixed grimace of pleasure and shame as another one spreads his legs and spears herself on his member
>She lets out a cry of pleasure and rides him relentlessly.
>Seems poor Steelie is too tired to even respond properly.
>He pants out between bounces
>"I... The princesses... Can never know what I did today."
"Steelie, I don't think ANYONE knows who you did today. Shit, I don't even know."
>"I just... Couldn't stop... Hell, I WOULDN'T stop!"
>The mare atop him grunts, twitches, and falls to his side, still riding the waves of her orgasm.
>You feel another head prodding at your entrance, and at this point you really don't care.
>You look around for your Royal Friend, and find him still in your vicinity.
>Honestly you forgot he was even there.
>Steelie rolls over on his side to face you.
"What happened to us?"
"We had fun, and I'm pretty sure the mare you're still lodged in is having fun as well."
>He instinctively bucks his hips, much to the unimaginable pleasure of the mystery mare.
>You chuckle at the display
>You feel yourself approaching yet another climax
>Just as well too, because judging from the donger giving you a pelvic beating, he's pretty close.
>You hook your legs around his waist and pull him in deep, feeling his breath on your cheeks and his seed filling you to the brim
>As you both finish riding out the many familiar twitches and moans of a such a deep climax, he pulls out, trails of his seed pouring out of your folds
>The thick globs of cum drip from your pussy and join the ever present puddle of juices below you.
>You wiggle around, trying to get feeling back in your hips before the next dicking
"Man I wonder how long we should stick around. I can't even feel my hips anymore."
>Steel's only reply is a low growl as he fills another flushed mare completely with his seed.
>You decide to just continue letting the room's mood flow over you.
>That, and other fluids, really.
>You finish your meal and feel yet another head prodding at your entrance and a rouge cock begging for a grip.
>You shrug and spread your lips while giving the member by your head a long lick from balls to tip.
>>"By the way M-Miss, we have a menu for griffin like yourself"
>You look up to see that the pony that has mounted you is indeed the same from the entrance
>>"Please enjoy your meal." he pants out as he drives away at your entrance
>To your side, you see a plate has been placed next to you.
"When did this get here?"
>Upon it rests a burger and a stein of mead.
>Hey, alright! It doesn't even have spunk on it, either!
>You grab the burger and take a huge bite out of it.
"On the plus side, Tara was totally right about the burgers here."
Haha holy shit
here it is all together
>>"Don't worry! This is just another day, here!
>YOU MIGHT CATCH SOMETHING
>YOU MIGHT GET-
My dick is diamonds at the thought of Steel accidentally knocking Willow up during this.
>Hey, alright! It doesn't even have spunk on it, either!
Well duh, having your inn be a place of 'entertainment' is one thing, but ruining meals for ponies (uuuuunless they're into that sort of thing) is a complete no-no.
But yeah, I doubt I could properly do facial expressions properly unless it was a specific style (almost like LIMBO). I made a very subtle change to letterpone when you booped the other pone. I'm not sure many people noticed it, but we'll see.
>not wrecking shit so hard it can't even fight back as literal cancerbat
I'd just like to know how to use Tara's passive properly.
Alright, so there's three new quests on the table.
We've got a new FOE cyoa, taking the risk of being outside their general and showing the hurt with their single player.
We've got Anon in Sunset Shimmer where they've already decided to get rid of Sunset Shimmer.
And we've got country girl getting in over her head in ways we have yet to find out because it actually has proper beginning pacing.
Taking all bets on which ones last and which ones die. If you think they're gonna die then tell your reasons why.
Sunshit's already failing. The QM had to bump. Just Anon in Equestria, and that's not popular nowadays.
Even then, since they got rid of Sunset, it's just woods survival.
Shame about the FoE, but that's not really my thing, so I'm not sure. He didn't advertise here, he's not doing it in the FoE general, really handicapping himself.
Hayride is interesting so far, and it's gotten at least my attention as a player. This is the only one of the three that might succeed.
FOE is starting with a limited playerbase so the QM better be hot shit or it's dead.
Sunset is generic anon and pone and will probably fail.
Country thing seems alright but nothings actually happened yet, so it could still go to shit.
I like that the beginning is the classic literary device of introducing your MC in an extremely limited environment to establish their personality. And that every choice was doing that. A far better version of character creation than most QMs do in my opinion.
When they went into the desert.
But then, it was wake up, read stuff, walk, watch stars, sleep.
Maybe a zinger of a random event would happen.
Other than that, it really stopped when the underworld happened.
>tfw you will never git gud
>tfw you will never draw like Nips or Hijacker
Just use pixel art.
It can be used to create authentic works of art, but it can be used for purely functional stuff too.
I made pic related with little practice, and everyone can be recognized at a glance.
That said, you totally should practice to be a good drawer if that's what you want, I am more of a writer than a drawer.
>armor pones going over to Treads house to apologize and wondering what those strange noises are inside
>the wall explodes outwards, a huge contraption of roaring steel bursting though and flattening them
>as they drag themselves out of the depressions their bodies made in the ground, a faint "fuuuuck yoooou" can be heard over the engine sounds in the distance
>Those guards think you're crazy.
>Well you think they're dumb and mean.
>They don't know how hard it is to maintain a tank and its crew.
>The pegasus really doesn't like you.
>He keeps saying you "don't know."
>Well he doesn't know either.
>He's the one that tries to ruin things the most for you.
>You don't need those stupid armored ponies.
>You have your own armored group, and they care for you.
>Tonight you'll just sleep with your tank, and tomorrow you can get back to your crew.
Sometimes the QMs already have the thread ready to go but want to do something/finish something else first so that they can focus on the quest. Sometimes this occurs for hours until someone says 'quest when' and they feel expectations.
What about cardboard tank stories where everyone plays along?
>everyone has an overly dramatic death rattle
>Treads walks up to sundance and bumps her shin with the cardboard tank
>sundance looks down into the filly's expectant eyes
>and promptly falls to the ground stiff as a board and armor clattering loudly
>sundance expression doesn't change.
Honestly, not much has happened in GS.
There was a board game, crew recruitment, a chess game, getting to know the squadron, a skirmish, and now we're on the adventure/bake sale arc.
Maybe four days have passed.
The conclusion to Threshoween is happening now!
One "Art" hot off the presses!
Hope you're satisfied now.
What do you want drawn?
You know like the kind of an eclectic design philosophy, full of bits and pieces of various pop culture mashed together. A recent example would be Sunset Overdrive's visual design.
Hard to ask when feeling unworthy. Especialy that one anon did and I never saw QM asking for art of his own behalf. Sorry.
Skyblue fur. Slightly curly mane coloured of ash. Eyes coloured like light beer, translate says hazel.
>hundreds of dildoes of various lengths, shapes, and girths, fall from her bandanna
>not a single one lacks the faint smell of bat juice
>a plate of spaghetti clatters out of there bandanna afterwards.
I've been thinking of starting a CYOA Soon. Just been trying to decide which story idea to use.
I do have a question, It's about the balance of the quality of the panel, and the speed of pumping the panel out. You want to be able to to finish a panel in about 20 mins right?
Pic is a potential style I might go with.
I don't know what to say apart generic gratitude, one of fame GMs answered. I often solve this by "I'll buy you a 0,5" but I don't think it will work this way. Thus I wish you good health.
Bathwater? If you are him, I like pain and suffering too. But I'm shit and you are not.
I got him to draw this cute Lily the first time HorseWife guy came here.
I'll have you know that I graduated top of my class, and have 300 confirmed tufts.
Honestly, the quality vs speed debate has no clear answer. It depends on what works best for you.
I personally recommend doing faster updates during the slow moments of the quest, but slow and more detailed updates when things get interesting.
For example, you wouldn't bother with detailed slow pictures for when your characters are sitting around eating breakfast and discussing the weather.
On the other hand, you would want that extra bit of quality during major plot moments, lewd scenes and other more engaging updates.
Slowing things down during those high-stakes moments can also raise the tension and give players more time to discuss their choices.
Speeding things up during the boring things helps the pacing and flow. Nobody likes it when nothing develops over an entire session.
back from work
added the scene to the director's cut.
now I go do normie things
rough outline of what to expect
it's a cardboard box that filly Treads runs around in
Full cardboard chassis
Paper towel roll barrel
And a toilet paper muzzle brake
All upon a 1 FP (filly power) engine with all terrain construction paper treads
>When the user defeats an enemy, they are allowed 1 more full action.