/cyoa/ - Choose Your Own Adventure

After overdosing on black tar in the midst of a feverish DMT trip, my mind has been harvested by some kind of pushy demonic entity. As far as superpower origins go, this is at least moderately cooler than a spider bite.

(OP's BUILD)

Core

A balast internal. My new heart.

>Low Efficiency; Carnivore I -

- as fuel, it requires one hundred and fifty pounds of human flesh every seven days. For an even daily diet, one could freeze chunks of meat after harvest and consume about thirty pounds for supper each night.

Body Perks

Alloted twenty units of a nondescript resource; I am allowed by the giver of machinist undeath to design my new vessel.

>Strength III

Inhuman strength, capable of easily tossing a five tonne automobile, likewise capable of great leaps or a strike that could level a brick wall.

>Durability III

Hardness of industrial diamond with consumate material strength. Bulletproof, resistant to warping or breaking even under incredible pressure or a fall from terminal velocity.

>Weight/Speed III

Ultralight hollow skeleton, enhanced twitch muscles and internal piston systems, aerodynamic wind stream. With help of enhanced power in legs and maximum movement range effectiveness: Capable of accelerating to several hundred miles per hour, and with strain even breaking the land speed record at over 500 mph.

>Agility II

Reflexes and natural acuity to match any olympic gymnastics routine- this ease of motion that could be afforded only to the most trained and talented echelon of mankind. Also allowed absurd strength and low material weight, this form could easily bound across rooftops or vault through perilous obstacle courses.

>Temperature Resistance II

Capable of existing unassisted in any natural climate on earth, including extremes like Death Valley or the arctic poles. Also unfettered by icy waters or being engulfed by fire, save for purely cosmetic damage.

>Self Repair II

Regeneration and repair of missing or busted components. Could even replace a limb, given time. A lost leg would take roughly two months of regular feeding and rest to regain in full.

>'String-Mancy'

Grants: An invisble string that can tether to any one living target at a time. While tethered, the target is mentally unconscious, and behaves as an extension of my will. Their movements, actions, and words are in my total control. When released, the victim remembers absolutely nothing that occured after the fact of their enslavement. Nearly infinite in application, though only practice will tell me if this affords any sensory input from my target.

>Senses II

Infared vision with adjustable range and sensitivity, perfect for identifying stealthy living targets. Also grants telescopic vision, allowing for great range and focus without loss of peripheral sight with the same power as advanced binoculars.

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Talent

What differs me from the other people who have been brought back to life by dark entities?

>Limit Break

Great physical prowess. While most 'puppets' controlled from the pit can excell in one area, my vessel will perform at extremely high levels in strength, speed, and survivability.

Runes

The carving of ancient symbols unto my new skull grants suprenatural advantages.

>Envy

Vastly increased stealth. Perhaps an even lighter frame design? More reflex enhancement? I will become silent, move swiftly, and may often go unnoticed. Literal invisibility can also be achieved by bending light or perhaps minds, but only for a collective six minutes out of every 24 hours, with no rollover.

>Pride

Boosts my Repair to tier III if I am mortally wounded, thus turning any repair that would take four months (multiple dismemberments and/or slight core damage) into one that would take a few weeks. Also bumps up Durability to such an extreme that no earthly material could pierce or scratch my steely bones. Only applies when mortally wounded, so slight damage still repairs slowly over time, and I could still perhaps fall to the death of a thousand blows.

Favors

Being on a cosmic horror's good side isn't all it's chalked up to be, and of course, everything has got a toll on a tag. Including my second life on the old mudball. I must serve the demon, or face destruction.

>Feed the Entity.

I have until this time next year to convince six people (anyone will do) to sign a contract. Enclosed in these provided contracts, an agreement. In exchange for whatever I can provide, they agree to sell their souls to the pit. Should be very easy, if I can't directly force them to sign with my soul-snapping string, I can always make their family members hold themselves hostage. Something about making someone's mother threaten suicide unless the paperwork is finished. Less sinister: I know a lot of people who would sell their soul for something simpler, like crack, or money, or some e-girl's undiepants. I got this.

>End the Cult

This one requires that I snuff out a few dozen yahoos who have taken to worshipping some demon other than the one who resurrected me. No problem- I have infared long-range optics in my head and I could decapitate a grizzly bear with my fists. Doesn't hurt to have total mind control over anyone in sight, invisibility and super speed. Not forgetting that I'm bulletproof, and I eat people. Getting rid of some larping ass-hats in robes will be a cinch. Maybe a few of them would sell their souls in exchange for temporary mercy. (Also has a one year time limit, but that should be fine.)

>Entertain the Entity

For six months, I will be randomly attacked by the demon's other, weaker minions. Should bolster my experience with raw combat a little, and I doubt it'll slow me down from my other tasks significantly.

>Epilogue

Over the next year, I'll be battling cultists, smashing demonic forces and buyin' some souls, but what after? I need to eat people to stay conscious, and without someone to revive my bloodied form, starvation means laying down in the sand for the rest of time.

Well, best case scenario I can get involved with some kind of military operation, eat my kills and win pretty much any armed conflict on the planet single-handedly. Should be profitable, fun, and very very filling. Otherwise, I'll have to live on the run from various authorities, picking off the underbelly of humankind in a series of unsolved disappearances. Could get lonely, being a horrid automoton made by hellspawn and powered by bloody carnage. Might also be a lot of fun.

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