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Is it to late to join my family is always doing something like this come up with some pretty interestiong stories I'll tell ya.

You can join whenever you want. All you have to do is post. But the more people that join, the less chance you have of being the next host

I'm not making the next part, you gotta remember that. Part 2 will be written by a completely randomly chosen participant in this game Which means I'm also allowed to vote So I choose choice 2 as well.

Current Scores
Choice 1- 1 vote
Choice 2- 2 votes

Okay, is about 8 hours or so, I'll choose the next storywriter Submit your votes, please *puppy eyes*

Heck, you can submit a vote even if you're not willing to play (just write NOT PLAYING in bold in your post).

Hey! Hey! I vote for ending two, too! *is a journalism major without a journalism job, and is desperate to write anything!*

Alrighty.

Choice 1- 1 vote
Choice 2- 3 votes

I'm not gonna be biased, so I'll choose a random name from the people who've posted. Does anyone know any good random name choosers? Because I'm too lazy to find a hat. Everyone else, you've got until I find one, to vote. Otherwise you probably won't be chosen

CWisgood, Base and Johnnydontgo were the only people to really vote =/

So, it's between them three.... Using the great skills of eenie meenie minie mo, the winner is... Johnnydontgo!

I know this game ain't all that exciting, but bear with me, it should get better

Too late for part 1 I would have chosen option 1, because I have no idea of how the story could go on with part 2... *waits to read*

That's why I voted 2- to let the drawn poor soul to write a story with no possible (and interesting) sequels.

Heheh, well, Johnnydontgo has to have a little time to write up part 2, and who knows, it may turn out well.

I thought it was a bit early to delve into a massive plot. After all, the fox may just be a fox. Or maybe something bad happened at the village? You can do plenty with choice two, it's just not necessarily obvious.

Anyway, I'm curious to see how this'll turn out as well.

Yep, I've got my evil scheme. I'll have the next part up in just a bit!

...He was already out later than he promised, so he slowly put his knife away, still gazing toward the sparkling moonlit river. The tiny red fox soon disappeared from veiw, so Metunius turned and started toward home. The path through the woods was short, but full of twists and turns that could be dangerously confusing to anyone who wasn't familiar with them. But Metunius had taken this path countless times before, so that danger was all but forgotten to him. He wandered on past the giant oaks and creeping vines, all the while staring up toward the stars, trying to find this constellation, or that shining planet. It wasn't long until he was in front of his own house.

He opened the door as quietly as he could, so as not to wake up Grandpa. As he peeked inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. No candles lit meant no one was awake. He set his backpack down on the floor and pushed the door until he heard it click shut. Suddenly, a spark of fire ignited near the kitchen.
"Sit down, Metunius." Grandpa said while stoking his pipe. "Let's have a chat, shall we?"
I knew it was too good to be true, he thought, as he took the chair across from grandpa.
"I know I was out late, Grandpa, I'm sorry. But one of Mrs. Flatbottom's goats got loose, and I had to spend all this time try-" Grandpa held up his hand, and exhaled a great white billow of smoke. "I know full well what you were doing tonight, lad. It wasn't so long ago that I was your age, you know." Metunius supressed a chuckle and waited for Grandpa to continue. "You're young, and looking to explore. I know this village doesn't hold much interest for you. You want something bigger. Something more exciting. But you must understand that the Village Elders don't make rules just for the fun of it. And the rules must be obeyed. You cannot go into those woods after dark, no matter how safe you think it is." Grandpa inhaled deeply from his pipe, and set it down onto the table. "You'll have double chores all next week for breaking the rules, lad. Don't look at me so pitifully, you'd have it much worse if someone had caught you out there. Now go to bed. Tomorrow you've promised to help me build that fence out back." Metunius knew better than to argue, and sulked up the stairs and into his room.

Lying in bed, close to sleep, Metunius began to dream about the tiny red fox he'd seen twice now. So odd that he'd never seen anything larger than a raven living in that forest, until that fox. He wondered if the fox had a family somewhere far past his clearing, somewhere deeper into the forest where he'd never been...

"We need your help, Metunius!"

Metunius shot out of bed, staring at the window where he could have sworn he just heard someone say his name. He creeped over to the window, and saw nothing. He looked all around, perhaps someone had called his name then run away. But he didn't see a thing. Thinking about footprints, he looked down, and saw a tiny red fox with bright yellow eyes gleaming up toward him. "Please," said the fox, "Come with me. You're the only one who can help." Metunius stared, disbelieving. He tried to grasp the situation in his head. Alright, he thought, the fox can talk. And wants me to follow him. But I'm already in trouble, what if Grandpa comes to check on me, and I'm not here? Would he turn me into the Elders?
"Please!" pleaded the fox, "There's not much time before the sun rises!" His head was reeling, it was almost too much to process. He stared down at the fox, wondering what to do...

Option 1) Stay home, and tell the fox to come back another time. If it needs his help that bad, he'll come back for sure!

Option 2) Follow the fox. It's not every day a fox asks for your help, you know.

Wow, awesome follow up

I pick choice 2 though - lets build up a little rebel character here

Choice 2

Alright, so deadline for voting will be tonight around 6pm NST. Then I'll choose someone to continue the story!