Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20170813085555/@comment-30700719-20170813133623

I glanced down at the small white flag. My sword clattered from my grasp as I fell forward to the flag. I gripped it tightly in my hand; stood up; rubbed my brow. I looked forwards, at the Radical Army; they stood with bated breath. I looked backwards, at the Order; I saw throwing spears and arrows pulled back, ready to fire on a hair-trigger. I looked down towards the Lamia. She seemed to be stirring. I dropped the flag and scrambled over to her. "What's...what's happening?" I guide her to her feet (tail? so tricky) and she stares out into both armies. I walk over and pick up the flag, that little white piece of fabric, the stopper of armies. She looked over at me, then cast her eyes to the ground. "What do we do now?"

And frankly, that's when I lost my shit.

"ALWAYS! FUCKIN' ALWAYS! THE PROTAGONIST IS ALWAYS CALLED UPON TO MAKE A DECISION, EVEN THOUGH IT'S PERFECTLY POSSIBLE TO DO IT YOURSELF!" I stared out across the monster army, then the human army. "DON'T BE BLIND FOLLOWERS! DON'T JUST FOLLOW THE CROWD! YOU DON'T NEED TO JUST DO WHAT EVERYBODY ELSE IS DOING!" I swivel around on a lazy 360 degree. "DON'T JUST BE AN EXTRA! BE THE STAR OF THE SHOW! ALL OF YOU, EVERYONE SINGLE ONE OF YOU, CAN CHOOSE THEIR OWN WAY! DON'T BE SHEEP, STUMBLING FORWARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHERE EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING!" A Weresheep in the crowd bleats angrily, but I ignore her. "YOU CAN BE THE PROTAGONIST! YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! AND IF ANYONE DARES TO SAY OTHERWISE, THEN BY GOD, SLAP THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF THEM!"

I take a deep breath, then press the flag into the Lamia's chest. "Here, you take this. I don't know if I can handle you dolts any longer." I walk off, towards the remnants of a wrecked city. "Eeeeeey! Don't you move! Just because I'm walking away doesn't mean that you move! Put that bow down, fella! Get your eyes off me and look at her!" I stumble off, muttering, "Bloody bozos..."