Chapter 3
by 
dragon_jak
Who are you?
Mike
If Michael "Mike" Spansiel Dressard had any defining qualities, then it was the length of his name and the height of his perversions. He was a normal man in his early twenties with shaggy black hair, bags under his eyes, and a height that made airline seats uncomfortable, but still kept him from reaching high shelves.
Indeed, it's a man like this who's most deserving of strange power. Not for some semblance of the greater good, but because cosmic entities are here for a good time and a long time. A man like Mike? Well when you give center stage to a wallflower, you never know what they might do
Mike was startled out of sleep when he felt something heavy land on his chest. Looking up, a book bound in brilliant red leather had landed on his stomach. In his haze of sleeplessness, he looked around for the **** that dropped a book on him. His phone beamed to life, burning the image of 3:00am into his retinas.
He got up and flipped the lights on, showing the book to be a glimmering thing. His apartment wasn't the worst in the world, but this book looked more expensive than the bed he'd been sleeping on.
He grabbed it up, flicking the book open. The words "read me aloud", spread out over two entire pages, greeted him.
"Read me... aloud?" Mike said, rubbing a bit of gunk from his eye and yawning.
Once the yawn subsided, he found that the text had been replaced with the words "well done!" In bright green letters.
Mike raised an eyebrow. This was either a book meant for children or the blind, he couldn't decide which. He pressed the page, expecting some sort of touch screen, and only finding aged parchment under his fingers.
Flipping the page instead, he found another sentence in block capitals.
"Everything I say is now true."
Mike read the words, and felt a sudden sensation ripple through his body. His brain begin to whirr as if he'd downed four coffees, and the cold winter air was no longer making his teeth chatter.
Mike rolled up both his sleeves, checking his arms. That had to be an adrenaline injection and... no, huh. Nobody was around. Nobody could've injected him.
Mike looked back, and new green words appeared: "now you're getting it."
What's the next move?
These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.
Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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