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CYOP - Tutorial Sword

(This one might have some mistakes, because at one point I accidentally copied half of one and pasted it into another, but I think it’s all fixed now...let me know if there are any sets I missed.)

she/her type pronouns: she/her/hers/herself “she was”

Replace:

[Name]

[she]

[her]

[hers]

[herself]

“Hey, who’s that Necromancer over there? Do you know ter pronouns? The one with the silver sword and the skeleton dog over by the forge. Do you know where mys got that sword? It looks awesome. Do you think mys’d trade me?”

“Oh, [Name]? [Her] pronouns are [she]/[her]/[hers]/[herself]. And as for the sword, no, I don’t think [she]’d trade you for it. That sword is Sentimental for [her], since it originally belonged to [her] parent, and they got it off a commander they defeated, so no, I don’t think you’ll have any luck convincing [her] to trade it for yours. No one wants one of the standard issue ones, they’re all too impatient and reckless.

“Why do you think you’re the only one who still has theirs? These idiots say they’re cursed, can you believe it? A sword that can’t be looted, that tells you everything you need to know about this game, and they want nothing to do with it. Most of these idiots get rid of it the first battle they face. If you didn’t know, when you defeat an enemy in battle, you can loot any items from them that you want except for their base layer of clothing, and any Sentimental items. You know how I said [Name] got [her] sword from [her] parent? Yeah, that means it’s Sentimental, and no one is allowed to loot it, since the Sentimental Exemption applies to it. The rules for what can and can’t be Sentimental are pretty complicated, so I won’t go into them now, but that’s also why [Name] has two swords, since everyone has to carry at least one weapon that can be looted. Anyone can carry multiple weapons, but after a while it just becomes cumbersome.

“You don’t get an extra carry slot when you have a Sentimental object, and with the extra weapon you’re required to carry if you have a Sentimental weapon, you end up permanently losing a slot, and especially when it comes to the higher tier battles, every item you bring counts, which is why not a lot of people keep Sentimental items, or at least not Sentimental weapons.”

“So let me get this right, everyone hates the default swords because they give you a tutorial, but then you’re also going to give me a tutorial?”

“Yeah, because I get paid to tell the new people how things work. Everyone gets rid of their standard issue sword the first chance they get, so they end up not knowing how to do even basic things like bathing or weapon and armour maintenance. So since I decided to keep mine around until I actually knew what I was doing, everyone decided to elect me the official tutorial tutor, since none of the other experienced players have the patience to teach new people. Everyone who survives a battle using techniques or skills I taught them gives me at 10% of any coins they picked up during the fight.”

“Wait, so now I’m going to have to pay you since you’re telling me this? You could have lead with that! That’s not fair!”

“No, no, you’re still Level 1, so you’re exempt. Plus, you still have your sword, so it could teach you anything I can. You’d only have to start paying me once you hit Level 3 if you’d already gotten rid of your sword. You don’t have to worry about paying me as long as you have that sword. The lessons it gives you run out at Level 50, so you can imagine the slack I’m picking up by teaching the people who got rid of their sword during their first fight. Without me, this team wouldn’t have any idea how to do Spells or Techniques or Crafting. I was one of the founding four, and trust me, if I hadn’t had the common sense to keep my sword, this team wouldn’t even exist right now.”

“Wow. So you’ve been doing this for five years?”

“Yep. Almost six, actually, the anniversary is next month on the 2nd.”

“Woah. So, okay, if you know everything, is there a way I can change how my sword looks without getting rid of it? I like the tutorial feature, but it’s really plain looking. I want something dramatic or cool. Or at least I want to change the color, I have my eye on an outfit from the Jareq’s and I want it to match.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Remember our sentimental Necromancer over there?”

“Yeah.”

“[She]’s our Craftsmaster. [She] can reforge your sword into different shapes and styles, and can dye it different colors for you too. If you’re patient enough, [she]’ll even teach you how to do it yourself. [She]’s always complaining that [she] has to do everything because no one else wants to learn. I think at this point [she]’s literally paying people to become [her] apprentice, just so [she] can have someone to help out with the list of orders.”

“Wait, really?”

“Well, you’d have to ask [her] if that offer is still on, I’ve been too busy with the new recruits to hang out with [her] the last few days. [She]’s friendly, especially towards new people, and [her] skele doesn’t bite anyone that doesn’t threaten [her], so don’t worry about talking to [her] or anything.

“If you want, I’ll even walk you over and introduce you and ask [her] about reforging your sword. But before we do, you should think of a name for your sword if you haven’t already, you have to give it a name when you reforge it, and it has to be unique. If you open your journal, you can check which names are available, and it’ll suggest some for you if you can’t think of one.”

“Well, I’ve been calling it Chirithy in my head...uh, it’s from a video game, one of the older ones that you played on a cellphone.”

“Well, lets go to your journal and check if that name’s available. It definitely sounds unique so I bet it is--ah, look at that, it is! So we’d better hurry and get your sword reforged now, someone else out there might have the same idea! Trust me when I tell you that when you find a name you want, do not hesitate to claim it. Just don’t. Don’t worry about picking the new form for it yet, you can just reforge it into something quick and basic just to save the name, then you can come back later and choose a more intricate form. Come on, I’ll introduce you!”

“Okay, yeah, let’s go!”

“Hey, [Name]! Get that forge started back up to five, we need you to reforge a sword quick before the name gets taken!”

“Don’t yell at [her], [she]’ll get mad!”

“Oh, don’t worry kid, this is just what we do. Plus, it takes time to heat the forge to the right temperature, and [she] hates having to wait when [she] could be doing something productive. Trust me, if we waited until we got all the way over there to tell [her] what temperature we need, and then [she] had to stand around and wait for it to get to the right heat even after [she] already knew what [she] was going to make, [she]’d be a lot less happy to help.”

“Oh. Hey, wait a second, do I have to pay [her] to reforge my sword? I only the have fifteen coins the opening fight gave me, and I don’t know what the economy is like yet…”

“[She] usually charges around fifty coins for a reforging to cover the cost of the materials, but this one’s on me. Fifteen coins isn’t a lot, it’s mainly supposed to get you buying things, since the basic gear from Jareq only cost two coins each. While you’re buying the basic armour, you also get to look at all the cooler stuff you can buy later, so you’ll want to get more coins to buy them, so you’ll keep coming back for more fights. And since they release new outfits every other month, you always have a reason to keep coming back.”

“Please take this as a compliment--I can tell you’re the teacher around here.”

“I do take it as a compliment. Thank you!”

“So why are you paying for my sword? I mean, I’m grateful, and I’ll pay you back later, but why? Do you just have a lot of coins?”

“I’ll tell you why. It’s because you’re reforging your standard issue sword. The more you like that thing, the more likely you’ll keep it, and the longer you keep it, the less work there is for me as long as you stick around. You know how I said [Name] is sick of being the only crafter? Well I’m sick of being the only one around here who can or will teach anyone how to do stuff. We need another jack of all trades, and if you’re willing to keep that sword around, you might just become it.”

“So [Name] will pay me to be [her] apprentice, and you’re bribing me to become your apprentice too?”

“Yep.”

“Are there any other teachers around here who are willing to pay for students?”

“Oh you better believe it.”

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he/him type pronouns: he/him/his/himself “he was”

Replace:

[Name]

[he]

[him]

[his]

[himself]

“Oh, [Name]? [His] pronouns are [he]/[him]/[his]/[himself]. And as for the sword, no, I don’t think [he]’d trade you for it. That sword is Sentimental for [him], since it originally belonged to [his] parent, and they got it off a commander they defeated, so no, I don’t think you’ll have any luck convincing [him] to trade it for yours. No one wants one of the standard issue ones, they’re all too impatient and reckless.

“Why do you think you’re the only one who still has theirs? These idiots say they’re cursed, can you believe it? A sword that can’t be looted, that tells you everything you need to know about this game, and they want nothing to do with it. Most of these idiots get rid of it the first battle they face. If you didn’t know, when you defeat an enemy in battle, you can loot any items from them that you want except for their base layer of clothing, and any Sentimental items. You know how I said [Name] got [his] sword from [his] parent? Yeah, that means it’s Sentimental, and no one is allowed to loot it, since the Sentimental Exemption applies to it. The rules for what can and can’t be Sentimental are pretty complicated, so I won’t go into them now, but that’s also why [Name] has two swords, since everyone has to carry at least one weapon that can be looted. Anyone can carry multiple weapons, but after a while it just becomes cumbersome.

“So let me get this right, everyone hates the default swords because they give you a tutorial, but then you’re also going to give me a tutorial?”

“Wait, so now I’m going to have to pay you since you’re telling me this? You could have lead with that! That’s not fair!”

“No, no, you’re still level 1, so you’re exempt. Plus, you still have your sword, so it could teach you anything I can. You’d only have to start paying me once you hit level 3 if you’d already gotten rid of your sword. You don’t have to worry about paying me as long as you have that sword. The lessons it gives you run out at level 50, so you can imagine the slack I’m picking up by teaching the people who got rid of their sword during their first fight. Without me, this team wouldn’t have any idea how to do Spells or Techniques or Crafting. I was one of the founding four, and trust me, if I hadn’t had the common sense to keep my sword, this team wouldn’t even exist right now.”

“Wow. So you’ve been doing this for five years?”

“Yep. Almost six, actually, the anniversary is next month on the 2nd.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Remember our sentimental Necromancer over there?”

“Yeah.”

“[He]’s our Craftsmaster. [He] can reforge your sword into different shapes and styles, and can dye it different colors for you too. If you’re patient enough, [he]’ll even teach you how to do it yourself. [He]’s always complaining that [he] has to do everything because no one else wants to learn. I think at this point [he]’s literally paying people to become [his] apprentice, just so [he] can have someone to help out with the list of orders.”

“Wait, really?”

“Well, you’d have to ask [him] if that offer is still on, I’ve been too busy with the new recruits to hang out with [him] the last few days. [He]’s friendly, especially towards new people, and [his] skele doesn’t bite anyone that doesn’t threaten [him], so don’t worry about talking to [him] or anything.

“If you want, I’ll even walk you over and introduce you and ask [him] about reforging your sword. But before we do, you should think of a name for your sword if you haven’t already, you have to give it a name when you reforge it, and it has to be unique. If you open your journal, you can check which names are available, and it’ll suggest some for you if you can’t think of one.”

“Well, I’ve been calling it Chirithy in my head...uh, it’s from a video game, one of the older ones that you played on a cellphone.”

“Okay, yeah, let’s go!”

“Hey, [Name]! Get that forge started back up to five, we need you to reforge a sword quick before the name gets taken!”

“Don’t yell at [him], [he]’ll get mad!”

“Oh, don’t worry kid, this is just what we do. Plus, it takes time to heat the forge to the right temperature, and [he] hates having to wait when [he] could be doing something productive. Trust me, if we waited until we got all the way over there to tell [him] what temperature we need, and then [he] had to stand around and wait for it to get to the right heat even after [he] already knew what [he] was going to make, [he]’d be a lot less happy to help.”

“Oh. Hey, wait a second, do I have to pay [him] to reforge my sword? I only the have fifteen coins the opening fight gave me, and I don’t know what the economy is like yet…”

“[He] usually charges around fifty coins for a reforging to cover the cost of the materials, but this one’s on me. Fifteen coins isn’t a lot, it’s mainly supposed to get you buying things, since the basic gear from Jareq only cost two coins each. While you’re buying the basic armour, you also get to look at all the cooler stuff you can buy later, so you’ll want to get more coins to buy them, so you’ll keep coming back for more fights. And since they release new outfits every other month, you always have a reason to keep coming back.”

“Please take this as a compliment--I can tell you’re the teacher around here.”

“I do take it as a compliment. Thank you!”

“So why are you paying for my sword? I mean, I’m grateful, and I’ll pay you back later, but why? Do you just have a lot of coins?”

“So [Name] will pay me to be [his] apprentice, and you’re bribing me to become your apprentice too?”

“Yep.”

“Are there any other teachers around here who are willing to pay for students?”

“Oh you better believe it.”

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they/them type pronouns: they/them/their/theirs/themselves “they were”

Replace:

[they]

[them]

[their]

[theirs]

[themself]

“Oh, [Name]? [Their] pronouns are [they]/[them]/[their]/[themself]. And as for the sword, no, I don’t think [they]’d trade you for it. That sword is Sentimental for [them], since it originally belonged to [their] parent, and they got it off a commander they defeated, so no, I don’t think you’ll have any luck convincing [them] to trade it for yours. No one wants one of the standard issue ones, they’re all too impatient and reckless.

“Why do you think you’re the only one who still has theirs? These idiots say they’re cursed, can you believe it? A sword that can’t be looted, that tells you everything you need to know about this game, and they want nothing to do with it. Most of these idiots get rid of it the first battle they face. If you didn’t know, when you defeat an enemy in battle, you can loot any items from them that you want except for their base layer of clothing, and any Sentimental items. You know how I said [Name] got [their] sword from [their] parent? Yeah, that means it’s Sentimental, and no one is allowed to loot it, since the Sentimental Exemption applies to it. The rules for what can and can’t be Sentimental are pretty complicated, so I won’t go into them now, but that’s also why [Name] has two swords, since everyone has to carry at least one weapon that can be looted. Anyone can carry multiple weapons, but after a while it just becomes cumbersome.

“So let me get this right, everyone hates the default swords because they give you a tutorial, but then you’re also going to give me a tutorial?”

“Wait, so now I’m going to have to pay you since you’re telling me this? You could have lead with that! That’s not fair!”

“Wow. So you’ve been doing this for five years?”

“Yep. Almost six, actually, the anniversary is next month on the 2nd.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Remember our sentimental Necromancer over there?”

“Yeah.”

“[They]’re our Craftsmaster. [They] can reforge your sword into different shapes and styles, and can dye it different colors for you too. If you’re patient enough, [they]’ll even teach you how to do it yourself. [They]’re always complaining that [they] have to do everything because no one else wants to learn. I think at this point [they]’re literally paying people to become [their] apprentice, just so [they] can have someone to help out with the list of orders.”

“Wait, really?”

“Well, you’d have to ask [them] if that offer is still on, I’ve been too busy with the new recruits to hang out with [her] the last few days. [They]’re friendly, especially towards new people, and [their] skele doesn’t bite anyone that doesn’t threaten [them], so don’t worry about talking to [them] or anything.

“Well, I’ve been calling it Chirithy in my head...uh, it’s from a video game, one of the older ones that you played on a cellphone.”

“Okay, yeah, let’s go!”

“Hey, [Name]! Get that forge started back up to five, we need you to reforge a sword quick before the name gets taken!”

“Don’t yell at [them], [they]’ll get mad!”

“Oh, don’t worry kid, this is just what we do. Plus, it takes time to heat the forge to the right temperature, and [they] hate having to wait when [they] could be doing something productive. Trust me, if we waited until we got all the way over there to tell [them] what temperature we need, and then [they] had to stand around and wait for it to get to the right heat even after [they] already knew what [they] were going to make, [they]’d be a lot less happy to help.”

“Oh. Hey, wait a second, do I have to pay [them] to reforge my sword? I only the have fifteen coins the opening fight gave me, and I don’t know what the economy is like yet…”

“[They] usually charge around fifty coins for a reforging to cover the cost of the materials, but this one’s on me. Fifteen coins isn’t a lot, it’s mainly supposed to get you buying things, since the basic gear from Jareq only cost two coins each. While you’re buying the basic armour, you also get to look at all the cooler stuff you can buy later, so you’ll want to get more coins to buy them, so you’ll keep coming back for more fights. And since they release new outfits every other month, you always have a reason to keep coming back.”

“Please take this as a compliment--I can tell you’re the teacher around here.”

“I do take it as a compliment. Thank you!”

“So why are you paying for my sword? I mean, I’m grateful, and I’ll pay you back later, but why? Do you just have a lot of coins?”

“So [Name] will pay me to be [their] apprentice, and you’re bribing me to become your apprentice too?”

“Yep.”

“Are there any other teachers around here who are willing to pay for students?”

“Oh you better believe it.”

#choose your own pronouns #pronouns #pronoun tester #pronoun testing #name testing #name tester #neopronouns #xenogender #nonbinary #trans #queer #mogai #pride #long post

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CYOP- Basic template 2

she/her type pronouns: she/her/hers/herself “she was”

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[Name]

[she]

[her]

[hers]

[herself]

I’d like to introduce you to my friend, [Name]! [She]’s from out of town, and is coming here to visit me today! We’re going to go to the park later, so I can show [her] the mural there! Do you want to come along to meet [her]? [She]’s thinking about moving here, and wanted to get to know people in the area.

[She]’s using a rental car to get around, since [hers] broke down last week and [she]’s still waiting for it to be repaired, so [she] got a van that’s big enough to fit all of us if you want to come. [She] said I can invite as many people as I want, since [she]’s a people person and doesn’t like being by [herself] all the time, so I know [she]’d be happy to meet you!

[She]’s really friendly and cool, and I think you’d like [her]!

But I know these plans are sudden, so if you can’t come today that’s okay, [she]’s going to be here for a month visiting more friends, so anytime you want to meet [her] or just hang out, just let me know!

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he/him type pronouns: he/him/his/himself “he was”

Replace:

[Name]

[he]

[him]

[his]

[himself]

I’d like to introduce you to my friend, [Name]! [He]’s from out of town, and is coming here to visit me today! We’re going to go to the park later, so I can show [him] the mural there! Do you want to come along to meet [him]? [He]’s thinking about moving here, and wanted to get to know people in the area.

[He]’s using a rental car to get around, since [his] broke down last week and [he]’s still waiting for it to be repaired, so [he] got a van that’s big enough to fit all of us if you want to come. [He] said I can invite as many people as I want, since [he]’s a people person and doesn’t like being by [himself] all the time, so I know [he]’d be happy to meet you!

[He]’s really friendly and cool, and I think you’d like [him]!

But I know these plans are sudden, so if you can’t come today that’s okay, [he]’s going to be here for a month visiting more friends, so anytime you want to meet [him] or just hang out, just let me know!

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they/them type pronouns: they/them/their/theirs/themselves “they were”

Replace:

[they]

[them]

[their]

[theirs]

[themself]

I’d like to introduce you to my friend, [Name]! [They]’re from out of town, and are coming here to visit me today! We’re going to go to the park later, so I can show [them] the mural there! Do you want to come along to meet [them]? [They]’re thinking about moving here, and wanted to get to know people in the area.

[They]’re using a rental car to get around, since [theirs] broke down last week and [they]’re still waiting for it to be repaired, so [they] got a van that’s big enough to fit all of us if you want to come. [They] said I can invite as many people as I want, since [they]’re a people person and doesn’t like being by [themself] all the time, so I know [they]’d be happy to meet you!

[They]’re really friendly and cool, and I think you’d like [them]!

But I know these plans are sudden, so if you can’t come today that’s okay, [they]’re going to be here for a month visiting more friends, so anytime you want to meet [them] or just hang out, just let me know!

#choose your own pronouns #pronouns #pronoun tester #pronoun testing #name testing #name tester #neopronouns #xenogender #nonbinary #trans #queer #mogai #pride

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CYOP - Race To The Top

she/her type pronouns: she/her/hers/herself “she was”

Replace:

[Name]

[she]

[her]

[herself]

[Name] craned [her] head back to stare up at the cliff of grey rock, trying and failing to see the top through the thick mist that circled the higher parts.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Keywin whispered, keeping xir voice low as though afraid the mountain itself would hear xir, “Ahni said we could go with h⏤”

“No,” [Name] corrected, “Ahni said that if thi saw us on the trail, thi would throw us off of it. You missed the rest of that conversation.”

Keywin stared up at [Name] with large eyes. “Did thi really say that?”

“Ahni thinks the trail is hilz, because hil family bribed the guide that tends to it. Thi said if thi sees us anywhere near it, thi’ll throw us off the side. We can’t take the trail, we have to climb up here.”

[Name] stared up at the cliff again, at the hard grey stone and the menacing clouds that circled the peak. [She] tried to muster [her] courage. “We can do this,” [she] said, “It’s just like at home.”

Keywin followed [her] gaze back to the cliff. “I don’t know where you live, but my home has nothing like this. Not even remotely.” [Name] felt xir tighten xir hold on the harness that kept xir in place on [her] back.

“It’ll be a piece of cake.” [She] said, trying to sound reassuring, “The ravines near Tiyo go way deeper than this thing does high, and I’ve spent years climbing up and down them.”

Keywin didn’t say anything, either to argue further or concede, and [Name] knew it was because xi knew that no matter how afraid xi was of falling, they couldn’t afford not to climb.

They had to beat Ahni to the top. They had to get to the spring before thi did.

They had to convince the guardian not to listen to hil, not to accept hil bargain.

[Name] eyed the cliff, judging the distances between areas where [she] would be able to grip the stone with [her] claws. Yes, [she] was confidant [she] could climb this.

It was simply a matter of making the first leap.

The ravine that separated them from the side of the cliff was ten feet across.

Easy enough, on its own, but once [Name] leapt, it wouldn’t simply be a matter of landing. It would be a matter of grabbing onto the cliff quickly enough and smoothly enough not to fall, and without hurting Keywin.

I can do this, [Name] thought to [herself], I have to do this.

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he/him type pronouns: he/him/his/himself “he was”

Replace:

[Name]

[he]

[his]

[him]

[himself]

[Name] craned [his] head back to stare up at the cliff of grey rock, trying and failing to see the top through the thick mist that circled the higher parts.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Keywin whispered, keeping xir voice low as though afraid the mountain itself would hear xir, “Ahni said we could go with h⏤”

“No,” [Name] corrected, “Ahni said that if thi saw us on the trail, thi would throw us off of it. You missed the rest of that conversation.”

Keywin stared up at [Name] with large eyes. “Did thi really say that?”

[Name] stared up at the cliff again, at the hard grey stone and the menacing clouds that circled the peak. [He] tried to muster [his] courage. “We can do this,” [he] said, “It’s just like at home.”

Keywin followed [his] gaze back to the cliff. “I don’t know where you live, but my home has nothing like this. Not even remotely.” [Name] felt xir tighten xir hold on the harness that kept xir in place on [his] back.

“It’ll be a piece of cake.” [He] said, trying to sound reassuring, “The ravines near Tiyo go way deeper than this thing does high, and I’ve spent years climbing up and down them.”

Keywin didn’t say anything, either to argue further or concede, and [Name] knew it was because xi knew that no matter how afraid xi was of falling, they couldn’t afford not to climb.

They had to beat Ahni to the top. They had to get to the spring before thi did.

They had to convince the guardian not to listen to hil, not to accept hil bargain.

[Name] eyed the cliff, judging the distances between areas where [he] would be able to grip the stone with [his] claws. Yes, [he] was confidant [he] could climb this.

It was simply a matter of making the first leap.

The ravine that separated them from the side of the cliff was ten feet across.

I can do this, [Name] thought to [himself], I have to do this.

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they/them type pronouns: they/them/their/theirs/themselves “they were”

Replace:

[they]

[them]

[their]

[theirs]

[themself]

[Name] craned [their] head back to stare up at the cliff of grey rock, trying and failing to see the top through the thick mist that circled the higher parts.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Keywin whispered, keeping xir voice low as though afraid the mountain itself would hear xir, “Ahni said we could go with h⏤”

“No,” [Name] corrected, “Ahni said that if thi saw us on the trail, thi would throw us off of it. You missed the rest of that conversation.”

Keywin stared up at [Name] with large eyes. “Did thi really say that?”

[Name] stared up at the cliff again, at the hard grey stone and the menacing clouds that circled the peak. [They] tried to muster [their] courage. “We can do this,” [they] said, “It’s just like at home.”

Keywin followed [their] gaze back to the cliff. “I don’t know where you live, but my home has nothing like this. Not even remotely.” [Name] felt xir tighten xir hold on the harness that kept xir in place on [ther] back.

“It’ll be a piece of cake.” [They] said, trying to sound reassuring, “The ravines near Tiyo go way deeper than this thing does high, and I’ve spent years climbing up and down them.”

Keywin didn’t say anything, either to argue further or concede, and [Name] knew it was because xi knew that no matter how afraid xi was of falling, they couldn’t afford not to climb.

They had to beat Ahni to the top. They had to get to the spring before thi did.

They had to convince the guardian not to listen to hil, not to accept hil bargain.

[Name] eyed the cliff, judging the distances between areas where [they] would be able to grip the stone with [their] claws. Yes, [they] were confidant [they] could climb this.

It was simply a matter of making the first leap.

The ravine that separated them from the side of the cliff was ten feet across.

I can do this, [Name] thought to [themself], I have to do this.

#choose your own pronouns #pronouns #pronoun tester #pronoun testing #name testing #name tester #neopronouns #xenogender #nonbinary #trans #queer #mogai #pride

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You can also submit your own templates if you follow the basic format:

The protagonist's name and pronouns should be in brackets

Before the template, you should list out, also in brackets, what words need to be replaced

There should be three versions of the template, one following the rules for she/her pronouns, one for he/him, and one for they/them.

They also have to follow the rest of the rules for the blog.

Example:

she/her type pronouns: she/her/hers/herself “she was”

Replace:

[Name]

[She]

[Her]

[Name] crouched at the edge of the woods behind a cover of saplings and vines, staring into the clearing in front of [her] with wide eyes, [her] heart pounding in [her] chest like [she]'d spent the last few minutes sprinting instead of walking.

But [her] heart wasn't pounding from exertion, no. This was from complete and utter terror.

But that wasn’t going to stop [her] from running into the clearing. Nothing could stop [her] from running into the clearing.

That was [her] best friend out there.

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he/him type pronouns: he/him/his/himself “he was”

Replace:

[Name]

[he]

[him]

[his]

[Name] crouched at the edge of the woods behind a cover of saplings and vines, staring into the clearing in front of [him] with wide eyes, [his] heart pounding in [his] chest like [he]'d spent the last few minutes sprinting instead of walking.

But [his] heart wasn't pounding from exertion, no. This was from complete and utter terror.

But that wasn’t going to stop [him] from running into the clearing. Nothing could stop [him] from running into the clearing.

That was [his] best friend out there.

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they/them type pronouns: they/them/their/theirs/themselves “they were”

Replace:

[Name]

[they]

[them]

[their]

[theirs]

[Name] crouched at the edge of the woods behind a cover of saplings and vines, staring into the clearing in front of [them] with wide eyes, [their] heart pounding in [their] chest like [they]'d spent the last few minutes sprinting instead of walking.

But [their] heart wasn't pounding from exertion, no. This was from complete and utter terror.

But that wasn’t going to stop [them] from running into the clearing. Nothing could stop [them] from running into the clearing.

That was [their] best friend out there.

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and of course there is no reason you can’t make your own templates like this for your own blog! I don’t own the concept, and I encourage others to do things like this :)

#choose your own pronouns #pronouns #pronoun tester #pronoun testing #name testing #name tester #neopronouns #xenogender #nonbinary #trans #queer #mogai #pride #long post

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CYOP: On The Road: Part 2

Part 1

He/him type pronouns: he/him/his/himself “he was”

Replace:

[insert gender here] (IE: “nonbinary” “a man” “a woman” “genderless” ect)

[he]

[his]

[him]

[himself]

“Hey guys, say hi to our new digger, [Name]! [He] just moved here from past Clade’s Edge, and [he] came all this way just to work on the Great Machine with us, so I know you’ll all give [him] a very warm welcome, isn’t that right, Lern?”

One of the people scattered around the fire in the middle of the camp threw their arms into the air and protested, “I didn’t even do anything yet!”

“Exactly!” Kvalic slashed a wing through the air for emphasis. “Keep it that way!”

[Name] wasn’t sure whether to be alarmed or amused. Kvalic hadn’t mentioned anything about a troublestarter on the walk over. [He] wasn’t sure how seriously [he] was supposed to be taking this interaction. Did Lern actually do something wrong with past workers, or was this just some sort of inside joke?

“Uh, should I be worried?” [He] asked hesitantly, keeping [his] voice low so only Kvalic could hear.

But instead of giving a serious answer like [he] hoped, Kvalic just laughed loudly, and lightly slapped [his] shoulder with a wing, cackling, “Only if you like fish!”

This caused a scattering of laughter from some of the other workers, except for Lern, who continued to protest their innocence in what sounded like genuine grievance.

[Name] was glad [he] was wearing a mask to keep out the dust and night insects, because it meant [he] didn’t have to keep the annoyed scowl off [his] face.

If these people were going to be this annoying the whole time [he] was working with them, [he] had the feeling [he] wouldn’t be working here long.

Kvalic abruptly turned and left without any further conversation or warning, apparently deciding that that was enough of an introduction that zis job here was done, leaving [Name] standing awkwardly at the edge of the circle, with no idea what to do next.

There were at least three different species of people here, none of whom were even the same species as Kvalic, and [Name] had no idea what kind of etiquette they would expect from [him].

Fortunately, one of them decided to take pity on [his] clear confusion, and came over to greet [him] properly, stepping over other people’s assorted legs and tails and lounging bodies to join [him] at the edge of the circle while the rest of them went back to talking amongst themselves.

They were another quadruped, but unlike [him], they had two pairs of arms, not just one. Their legs were in the middle of their body, with the front pair hending backwards, and the back pair bending forwards, with a matching set of arms in front of and behind them.

From what [he] could tell just by looking, they appeared to have hard, chitin like armour like an insect, instead of fur, feathers, scales, bark, or skin.

Most of their body was orange, with thick, lighter yellow stripes on the back of their thorax, and smaller light yellow spots on their abdomen. Their top parts of their arms and legs were grey-brown, and their hands, lower legs, and feet were bright yellow, reflecting back the light of the fire whenever they moved. Their head sat at the front of their body on a short neck, and was shaped like an oval, with a single orange eye at the front, two depressions that might have been ears or a nose on the sides, and mandibles for a mouth.

“Hello,” They said, sitting down in front of [him] and holding out both of their front hands in a familiar greeting. [He] copied them gratefully, sitting down in the tough grass and reaching forward with [his] fronds.

Theirs were smaller than [his], with three appendages tipped with long, hard claws, in sharp contrast to [his] six flexible tendrils. Since [his] fronds were softer, [he] placed [his] on top of theirs, and they touched them together for a moment before pulling back.

Nothing exciting happened, which [he]’d been expecting, but surprisingly, there was a slight tingle on the tips of [his] tendrils, indicating that at least some sort of transference had happened, just not enough to tell anything by, at least on [his] end.

“My name’s [Name].” [He] said, not sure how much information they’d gotten out of that, “I’m [insert gender here], and I go by [he],[him],[his], and [himself]. What about you? I’m sorry, our chemicals aren’t compatible enough for me to have gotten any information.”

They opened their mandibles wide in what [he] recognized easily as a friendly smile. “My name is Oleili Tevisi, and you can call me Oleili, it’s my personal name. I am liavnu, and I go by li, lia, lias, and liaself. It’s nice to meet you, [Name]. I’m sorry Kvalic seems to have abandoned you, ze does that with everyone. Ze seems to think that being dropped into a situation without help is the best way to learn, which is why it’s a very good thing ze isn’t in charge of anything except giving new hires the tour.”

“And just for the record!” A voice called out from the circle that [Name] recognized as Lern’s, “I’m not going to eat you, no matter what Kvalic else says! Ze’s just joking, and don’t know how to convey it!”

“No,” Another voice piped up, “Dy’m pretty sure at this point ze just refuses to learn.. Dy’ve been here since the start and Dy tried to teach zim when Dy first met zim, and no matter how many times Dy explain it to zim, ze never listens. Ze doesn’t want to learn, ze thinks we should all just be able to magically tell when ze’s joking and when ze’s being serious.”

Yeah, that fit with what [Name] had seen of Kvalic so far. [He] shook [his] head in exasperation. “Doesn’t ze know how hard it is to read the tone and body language of an unfamiliar species?”

“Yes,” Oleili said, “But ze doesn’t care. Ze thinks its everyone else’s problem. There have been many complains to zis superiors, but no one ever does anything. We have a theory that ze’s a favorite sibling of one of the council members, but no one knows for sure.” Li stood, gesturing with lia head towards the crowded circle. “Enough about out annoying boss. Come sit with us, we can all properly introduce ourselves, and you can get something to eat. You get your first rations on the first full day you work, so you’ll get yours tomorrow, but we always pool ours, and there are plenty to go around.”

Li lead the way, and [he] followed, grateful that the other workers were considerate enough this time to pull their legs and tails and other appendages out of the way so [he] could walk past them without worrying about stepping on anyone.

They’d all arranged themselves in circles around the stove in the middle of the clearing, with smaller people close to the fire and larger people in the back, though it didn’t seem to be a universal rule. Some people were sitting on the dirt or grass itself, some were sitting on blankets, and a few had cushions.

Oleili led [him] to an open space in the middle where li had been sitting on a dark green blanket, and someone threw a cushion so that it landed right in front of [Name]. [He] jumped in surprise, then called in the general direction it had come from, “Thanks!” right as another cushion flew through the air and slammed into [his] face.

It was heavy enough to knock him to the ground, and the shock of it left [him] dazed for a few seconds, trying to figure out what had happened and why [his] face and shoulder suddenly hurt.

The camp was humming with thunderous vibrations, but [he] couldn’t figure out what anyone was saying past the dull throb in the side of [his] head where it had hit the dirt.

[He] pushed [himself] upright, lifting a frond to [his] face to make sure [he] wasn’t bleeding, and found [himself] staring into Oleili’s single large eye, wide with concern, less than a few inches from [his] face. [He] jerked back instinctively, and felt the fragile metal of [his] hearing-aid dislodge even further.

Oleili backed up a bit to give [him] more space, and lia mandibles opened and closed, but [he] couldn’t make sense of it. Li didn’t have lips for [him] to read, and even if li did, [he] didn’t speak the language, and without [his] hearing-aid, [he] couldn’t hear or understand what anyone was trying to say.

[He] guessed that li was asking if [he] was okay, and lifted both [his] fronds to reassure li, and did [his] best to say clearly, “I’m okay, my hearing-aid just got knocked loose, I can’t understand you, I have to fix it first.” [He] could feel it inside [his] ear, the two main pieces knocked out of the base. They were all connected with tiny wires that were rooted in [his] skull, so there wasn’t any danger of them falling out of [his] ear entirely, but [he] had to fix them before [he] would be able to hear or understand anyone that didn’t speak sign-language.

Most of the other workers had gotten to their feet and gathered around [Name], as well as another person further back in the crowd that [he] couldn’t see past the gathered people, probably the person who’d thrown the second cushion. [Name] was giving them the benefit of the doubt and assuming that hitting [him] in the face had been an accident.

Oleili was trying to talk to [him] again, moving lia mandibles and gesturing with lia hands in a way that meant nothing that [he] could understand.

But there should be nothing stopping lia from understanding or hearing [him], so [he] said again, enunciating as best [he] could when [he] couldn’t hear the sounds [he] was making, “I’m not hurt, but my hearing-aid was knocked loose, and I have to get my friend to fix it for me. Can you show me the way back to the main entrance? They’re not a worker, they’re camped outside. I’ll know my way from there, I just don’t remember how to get back to the entrance. Can you show me?”

Trying to speak out loud when [he] couldn’t hear what [he] was saying was always hit or miss. [He] couldn’t tell if [he] was speaking too loudly, or not loudly enough.

Oleili seemed confused, but after a moment li deliberately nodded lia head, then glanced over lia shoulder to say something to the rest of the crowd.

Li turned back to [Name] and gestured for [him] to turn around, so [he] did so, heading back towards the spot where Kvalic had left [him] at the entrance to the clearing as the crowd parted to let [him] pass without issue, many of them looking concerned.

[He] resisted the urge to sigh as Oleili moved past [him] to lead [him] down the correct path. The annoyance wasn’t directed at lia though.

This was a frequent issue with [his] hearing-aid, and finding a solution was one of the major reasons [he]’d decided to come all this way to Bricklayer and work on the Great Machine.

The main reason was that the surgeons in Bricklayer were probably the only people within a year’s journey that could perform the surgeries that Aryl and Xaurec needed.

The other reason was that Kanta was looking for mates for the first time, and wanted the good luck that came with pairing with people who lived far away. Especially if xe could convince some of them to return with them when they went back to their territory, and bring their luck with them.

Hopefully some of that luck would rub off on [Name] so that [he] could find someone besides Xaurec who could fix [his] hearing-aid for [him]. Or so that [he] would be able to find someone who could permanently stabilize it sooner rather than later. Or maybe just someone who was smart enough to build an entirely new one from scratch.

The scientist who had created it for [him] had disappeared just as abruptly as he had appeared, dashing all over the territory with his companion like a kaliba that had broken into the stores of fermenting fruit. [Name] didn’t even know his name, he’d just called himself a doctor without elaborating further. [Name] didn’t know where he was from, who he was related to, or where [he] could find him again.

Maybe he would be here, working on the Great Machine, but he had disappeared so quickly that [Name] wasn’t going to get [his] hopes up. Maybe [he] would never see him again, and would just have to hope that [he] could find someone else who knew how to work the hearing-aid enough to fix it.

It obviously hadn’t been designed for twoqi use, unless whoever had designed it wanted it to be so obnoxious and inconvenient that at times [Name] was tempted to rip it out and throw it into the creek.

And oh, how convenient. There was a creek that ran parallel to the path Oleili was leading [him] down now, lia orange markings seeming to glow in the darkness. [He] could rip the darn thing out of [his] ear and chuck it in to be swept away if [he] wanted to.

But…[he] wasn’t quite that annoyed with it just yet.

Xaurec could fix it for [him] tonight, and tomorrow, well tomorrow was [his] first day of labor, so [he] would have to wait and see what exactly that entailed before making any final decisions.

Until then, [he] followed Oleili into the deepening night, hoping things would be better in the morning.

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She/her type pronouns: she/her/hers/herself “she was”

Replace:

[she]

[her]

[hers]

[herself]

[insert gender here] (IE: “nonbinary” “a man” “a woman” “genderless” ect)

“Hey guys, say hi to our new digger, [Name]! [She] just moved here from past Clade’s Edge, and [she] came all this way just to work on the Great Machine with us, so I know you’ll all give [her] a very warm welcome, isn’t that right, Lern?”

One of the people scattered around the fire in the middle of the camp threw their arms into the air and protested, “I didn’t even do anything yet!”

“Exactly!” Kvalic slashed a wing through the air for emphasis. “Keep it that way!”

[Name] wasn’t sure whether to be alarmed or amused. Kvalic hadn’t mentioned anything about a troublestarter on the walk over. [She] wasn’t sure how seriously [she] was supposed to be taking this interaction. Did Lern actually do something wrong with past workers, or was this just some sort of inside joke?

“Uh, should I be worried?” [She] asked hesitantly, keeping [her] voice low so only Kvalic could hear.

But instead of giving a serious answer like [she] hoped, Kvalic just laughed loudly, and lightly slapped [her] shoulder with a wing, cackling, “Only if you like fish!”

This caused a scattering of laughter from some of the other workers, except for Lern, who continued to protest their innocence in what sounded like genuine grievance.

[Name] was glad [she] was wearing a mask to keep out the dust and night insects, because it meant [she] didn’t have to keep the annoyed scowl off [her] face.

If these people were going to be this annoying the whole time [she] was working with them, [she] had the feeling [she] wouldn’t be working here long.

There were at least three different species of people here, none of whom were even the same species as Kvalic, and [Name] had no idea what kind of etiquette they would expect from [her].

Fortunately, one of them decided to take pity on [her] clear confusion, and came over to greet [her] properly, stepping over other people’s assorted legs and tails and lounging bodies to join [her] at the edge of the circle while the rest of them went back to talking amongst themselves.

They were another quadruped, but unlike [her], they had two pairs of arms, not just one. Their legs were in the middle of their body, with the front pair hending backwards, and the back pair bending forwards, with a matching set of arms in front of and behind them.

From what [she] could tell just by looking, they appeared to have hard, chitin like armour like an insect, instead of fur, feathers, scales, bark, or skin.

“Hello,” They said, sitting down in front of [her] and holding out both of their front hands in a familiar greeting. [She] copied them gratefully, sitting down in the tough grass and reaching forward with [her] fronds.

Theirs were smaller than [hers], with three appendages tipped with long, hard claws, in sharp contrast to [her] six flexible tendrils. Since [her] fronds were softer, [she] placed [hers] on top of theirs, and they touched them together for a moment before pulling back.

Nothing exciting happened, which [she]’d been expecting, but surprisingly, there was a slight tingle on the tips of [her] tendrils, indicating that at least some sort of transference had happened, just not enough to tell anything by, at least on [her] end.

“My name’s [Name].” [She] said, not sure how much information they’d gotten out of that, “I’m [insert gender here], and I go by [she],[her],[hers], and [herself]. What about you? I’m sorry, our chemicals aren’t compatible enough for me to have gotten any information.”

They opened their mandibles wide in what [she] recognized easily as a friendly smile. “My name is Oleili Tevisi, and you can call me Oleili, it’s my personal name. I am liavnu, and I go by li, lia, lias, and liaself. It’s nice to meet you, [Name]. I’m sorry Kvalic seems to have abandoned you, ze does that with everyone. Ze seems to think that being dropped into a situation without help is the best way to learn, which is why it’s a very good thing ze isn’t in charge of anything except giving new hires the tour.”

“No,” Another voice piped up, “Dy’m pretty sure at this point ze just refuses to learn. Dy’ve been here since the start and Dy tried to teach zim when Dy first met zim, and no matter how many times Dy explain it to zim, ze never listens. Ze doesn’t want to learn, ze thinks we should all just be able to magically tell when ze’s joking and when ze’s being serious.”

Yeah, that fit with what [Name] had seen of Kvalic so far. [She] shook [her] head in exasperation. “Doesn’t ze know how hard it is to read the tone and body language of an unfamiliar species?”

“Yes,” Oleili said, “But ze doesn’t care. Ze thinks its everyone else’s problem. There have been many complains to zis superiors, but no one ever does anything. We have a theory that ze’s a favorite sibling of one of the council members, but no one knows for sure.” Li stood, gesturing with lia head towards the crowded circle. “Enough about our annoying boss. Come sit with us, we can all properly introduce ourselves, and you can get something to eat. You get your first rations on the first full day you work, so you’ll get yours tomorrow, but we always pool ours, and there are plenty to go around.”

Li lead the way, and [Name] followed, grateful that the other workers were considerate enough this time to pull their legs and tails and other appendages out of the way so [she] could walk past them without worrying about stepping on anyone.

Oleili led [her] to an open space in the middle where li had been sitting on a dark green blanket, and someone threw a cushion so that it landed right in front of [Name]. [She] jumped in surprise, then called in the general direction it had come from, “Thanks!” right as another cushion flew through the air and slammed into [her] face.

It was heavy enough to knock [her] to the ground, and the shock of it left [her] dazed for a few seconds, trying to figure out what had happened and why [her] face and shoulder suddenly hurt.

The camp was suddenly humming with thunderous vibrations, but [she] couldn’t figure out what anyone was saying past the dull throb in the side of [her] head where it had hit the dirt.

[She] pushed [herself] upright, lifting a frond to [her] face to make sure [she] wasn’t bleeding, and found [herself] staring into Oleili’s single large eye, wide with concern, less than a few inches from [her] face. [She] jerked back instinctively, and felt the fragile metal of [her] hearing-aid dislodge even further.

Oleili backed up a bit to give [her] more space, and lia mandibles opened and closed, but [she] couldn’t make sense of it. Li didn’t have lips for [her] to read, and even if li did, [she] didn’t speak the language, and without [her] hearing-aid, [she] couldn’t hear or understand what anyone was trying to say.

[She] guessed that li was asking if [she] was okay, and lifted both [her] fronds to reassure lia, and did [her] best to say clearly, “I’m okay, my hearing-aid just got knocked loose, I can’t understand you, I have to fix it first.” [She] could feel it inside [her] ear, the two main pieces knocked out of the base. They were all connected with tiny wires that were rooted in [her] skull, so there wasn’t any danger of them falling out of [her] ear entirely, but [she] had to fix them before [she] would be able to hear or understand anyone that didn’t speak [her] territory’s sign-language.

Most of the other workers had gotten to their feet and gathered around [Name], as well as another person further back in the crowd that [she] couldn’t see past the gathered people, probably the person who’d thrown the second cushion. [Name] was giving them the benefit of the doubt and assuming that hitting [her] in the face had been an accident.

Oleili was trying to talk to [her] again, moving lia mandibles and gesturing with lia hands in a way that meant nothing that [she] could understand.

But there should be nothing stopping lia from understanding or hearing [her], so [she] said again, enunciating as best [she] could when [she] couldn’t hear the sounds [she] was making, “I’m not hurt, but my hearing-aid was knocked loose, and I have to get my friend to fix it for me. Can you show me the way back to the main entrance? They’re not a worker, they’re camped outside. I’ll know my way from there, I just don’t remember how to get back to the entrance. Can you show me?”

Trying to speak out loud when [she] couldn’t hear what [she] was saying was always hit or miss. [She] couldn’t tell if [she] was speaking too loudly, or not loudly enough.

Oleili seemed confused, but after a moment li deliberately nodded lia head, then glanced over lia shoulder to say something to the rest of the crowd.

Li turned back to [Name] and gestured for [her] to turn around, so [she] did so, heading back towards the spot where Kvalic had left [her] at the entrance to the clearing as the crowd parted to let [her] pass without issue, many of them looking concerned.

[She] resisted the urge to sigh as Oleili moved past [her] to lead [her] down the correct path. The annoyance wasn’t directed at lia though.

This was a frequent issue with [her] hearing-aid, and finding a solution was one of the major reasons [she]’d decided to come all this way to Bricklayer and work on the Great Machine.

The main reason was that the surgeons in Bricklayer were probably the only people within a year’s journey that could perform the surgeries that Aryl and Xaurec needed.

Hopefully some of that luck would rub off on [Name] so that [she] could find someone besides Xaurec who could fix [her] hearing-aid for [her]. Or so that [she] would be able to find someone who could permanently stabilize it sooner rather than later. Or maybe just someone who was smart enough to build an entirely new one from scratch.

The scientist who had created it for [her] had disappeared just as abruptly as he had appeared, dashing all over the territory with his companion like a kaliba that had broken into the stores of fermenting fruit. [Name] didn’t even know his name, he’d just called himself a doctor without elaborating further. [Name] didn’t know where he was from, who he was related to, or where [she] could find him again.

Maybe he would be here, working on the Great Machine, but he had disappeared so quickly that [Name] wasn’t going to get [her] hopes up. Maybe [she] would never see him again, and would just have to hope that [she] could find someone else who knew how to work the hearing-aid enough to fix it.

And oh, how convenient. There was a creek that ran parallel to the path Oleili was leading [her] down now, lia orange markings seeming to glow in the darkness. [She] could rip the darn thing out of [her] ear and chuck it in to be swept away if [she] wanted to.

But…[she] wasn’t quite that annoyed with it just yet.

Xaurec could fix it for [her] tonight, and tomorrow, well tomorrow was [her] first day of labor, so [she] would have to wait and see what exactly that entailed before making any final decisions.

Until then, [she] followed Oleili into the deepening night, hoping things would be better in the morning.

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They/them type pronouns: they/them/their/theirs/themselves “they were”

Replace:

[they]

[them]

[their]

[theirs]

[themselves]

[insert gender here] (IE: “nonbinary” “a man” “a woman” “genderless” ect)

“Hey guys, say hi to our new digger, [Name]! [They] just moved here from past Clade’s Edge, and [they] came all this way just to work on the Great Machine with us, so I know you’ll all give [them] a very warm welcome, isn’t that right, Lern?”

One of the people scattered around the fire in the middle of the camp threw their arms into the air and protested, “I didn’t even do anything yet!”

“Exactly!” Kvalic slashed a wing through the air for emphasis. “Keep it that way!”

[Name] wasn’t sure whether to be alarmed or amused. Kvalic hadn’t mentioned anything about a troublestarter on the walk over. [They] weren’t sure how seriously [they] were supposed to be taking this interaction. Did Lern actually do something wrong with past workers, or was this just some sort of inside joke?

“Uh, should I be worried?” [They] asked hesitantly, keeping [their] voice low so only Kvalic could hear.

But instead of giving a serious answer like [they] hoped, Kvalic just laughed loudly, and lightly slapped [them] shoulder with a wing, cackling, “Only if you like fish!”

This caused a scattering of laughter from some of the other workers, except for Lern, who continued to protest their innocence in what sounded like genuine grievance.

[Name] was glad [they] were wearing a mask to keep out the dust and night insects, because it meant [they] didn’t have to keep the annoyed scowl off [their] face.

If these people were going to be this annoying the whole time [they] were working with them, [they] had the feeling [they] wouldn’t be working here long.

There were at least three different species of people here, none of whom were even the same species as Kvalic, and [Name] had no idea what kind of etiquette they would expect from [them].

Fortunately, one of them decided to take pity on [their] clear confusion, and came over to greet [them] properly, stepping over other people’s assorted legs and tails and lounging bodies to join [them] at the edge of the circle while the rest of them went back to talking amongst themselves.

They were another quadruped, but unlike [them], they had two pairs of arms, not just one. Their legs were in the middle of their body, with the front pair hending backwards, and the back pair bending forwards, with a matching set of arms in front of and behind them.

From what [they] could tell just by looking, they appeared to have hard, chitin like armour like an insect, instead of fur, feathers, scales, bark, or skin.

“Hello,” They said, sitting down in front of [them] and holding out both of their front hands in a familiar greeting. [They] copied them gratefully, sitting down in the tough grass and reaching forward with [their] fronds.

Theirs were smaller than [theirs], with three appendages tipped with long, hard claws, in sharp contrast to [their] six flexible tendrils. Since [their] fronds were softer, [they] placed [theirs] on top of theirs, and they touched them together for a moment before pulling back.

Nothing exciting happened, which [they]’d been expecting, but surprisingly, there was a slight tingle on the tips of [their] tendrils, indicating that at least some sort of transference had happened, just not enough to tell anything by, at least on [their] end.

“My name’s [Name].” [They] said, not sure how much information they’d gotten out of that, “I’m [insert gender here], and I go by [they],[them], [theirs], and [themselves]. What about you? I’m sorry, our chemicals aren’t compatible enough for me to have gotten any information.”

They opened their mandibles wide in what [they] recognized easily as a friendly smile. “My name is Oleili Tevisi, and you can call me Oleili, it’s my personal name. I am liavnu, and I go by li, lia, lias, and liaself. It’s nice to meet you, [Name]. I’m sorry Kvalic seems to have abandoned you, ze does that with everyone. Ze seems to think that being dropped into a situation without help is the best way to learn, which is why it’s a very good thing ze isn’t in charge of anything except giving new hires the tour.”

Yeah, that fit with what [Name] had seen of Kvalic so far. [They] shook [their] head in exasperation. “Doesn’t ze know how hard it is to read the tone and body language of an unfamiliar species?”

“Yes,” Oleili said, “But ze doesn’t care. Ze thinks its everyone else’s problem. There have been many complains to zis superiors, but no one ever does anything. We have a theory that ze’s a favorite sibling of one of the council members, but no one knows for sure.” Li stood, gesturing with lia head towards the crowded circle. “Enough about our annoying boss. Come sit with us, we can all properly introduce ourselves, and you can get something to eat. You get your first rations on the first full day you work, so you’ll get yours tomorrow, but we always pool ours, and there are plenty to go around.”

Li lead the way, and [Name] followed, grateful that the other workers were considerate enough this time to pull their legs and tails and other appendages out of the way so [they] could walk past them without worrying about stepping on anyone.

Oleili led [them] to an open space in the middle where li had been sitting on a dark green blanket, and someone threw a cushion so that it landed right in front of [Name]. [They] jumped in surprise, then called in the general direction it had come from, “Thanks!” right as another cushion flew through the air and slammed into [their] face.

It was heavy enough to knock [them] to the ground, and the shock of it left [them] dazed for a few seconds, trying to figure out what had happened and why [their] face and shoulder suddenly hurt.

The camp was suddenly humming with thunderous vibrations, but [they] couldn’t figure out what anyone was saying past the dull throb in the side of [their] head where it had hit the dirt.

[They] pushed [themselves] upright, lifting a frond to [their] face to make sure [they] wasn’t bleeding, and found [themselves] staring into Oleili’s single large eye, wide with concern, less than a few inches from [their] face. [They] jerked back instinctively, and felt the fragile metal of [their] hearing-aid dislodge even further.

Oleili backed up a bit to give [them] more space, and lia mandibles opened and closed, but [they] couldn’t make sense of it. Li didn’t have lips for [them] to read, and even if li did, [they] didn’t speak the language, and without [their] hearing-aid, [they] couldn’t hear or understand what anyone was trying to say.

[They] guessed that li was asking if [they] were okay, and lifted both [their] fronds to reassure lia, and did [their] best to say clearly, “I’m okay, my hearing-aid just got knocked loose, I can’t understand you, I have to fix it first.” [They] could feel it inside [their] ear, the two main pieces knocked out of the base. They were all connected with tiny wires that were rooted in [their] skull, so there wasn’t any danger of them falling out of [their] ear entirely, but [they] had to fix them before [they] would be able to hear or understand anyone that didn’t speak [their] territory’s sign-language.

Most of the other workers had gotten to their feet and gathered around [Name], as well as another person further back in the crowd that [they] couldn’t see past the gathered people, probably the person who’d thrown the second cushion. [Name] was giving them the benefit of the doubt and assuming that hitting [them] in the face had been an accident.

Oleili was trying to talk to [them] again, moving lia mandibles and gesturing with lia hands in a way that meant nothing that [they] could understand.

But there should be nothing stopping lia from understanding or hearing [them], so [they] said again, enunciating as best [they] could when [they] couldn’t hear the sounds [they] was making, “I’m not hurt, but my hearing-aid was knocked loose, and I have to get my friend to fix it for me. Can you show me the way back to the main entrance? They’re not a worker, they’re camped outside. I’ll know my way from there, I just don’t remember how to get back to the entrance. Can you show me?”

Trying to speak out loud when [they] couldn’t hear what [they] were saying was always hit or miss. [They] couldn’t tell if [they] were speaking too loudly, or not loudly enough.

Oleili seemed confused, but after a moment li deliberately nodded lia head, then glanced over lia shoulder to say something to the rest of the crowd.

Li turned back to [Name] and gestured for [them] to turn around, so [they] did so, heading back towards the spot where Kvalic had left [them] at the entrance to the clearing as the crowd parted to let [them] pass without issue, many of them looking concerned.

[They] resisted the urge to sigh as Oleili moved past [them] to lead [them] down the correct path. The annoyance wasn’t directed at lia though.

This was a frequent issue with [their] hearing-aid, and finding a solution was one of the major reasons [they]’d decided to come all this way to Bricklayer and work on the Great Machine.

The main reason was that the surgeons in Bricklayer were probably the only people within a year’s journey that could perform the surgeries that Aryl and Xaurec needed.

Hopefully some of that luck would rub off on [Name] so that [they] could find someone besides Xaurec who could fix [their] hearing-aid for [them]. Or so that [they] would be able to find someone who could permanently stabilize it sooner rather than later. Or maybe just someone who was smart enough to build an entirely new one from scratch.

The scientist who had created it for [them] had disappeared just as abruptly as he had appeared, dashing all over the territory with his companion like a kaliba that had broken into the stores of fermenting fruit. [Name] didn’t even know his name, he’d just called himself a doctor without elaborating further. [Name] didn’t know where he was from, who he was related to, or where [they] could find him again.

Maybe he would be here, working on the Great Machine, but he had disappeared so quickly that [Name] wasn’t going to get [their] hopes up. Maybe [they] would never see him again, and would just have to hope that [they] could find someone else who knew how to work the hearing-aid enough to fix it.

And oh, how convenient. There was a creek that ran parallel to the path Oleili was leading [them] down now, lia orange markings seeming to glow in the darkness. [They] could rip the darn thing out of [them] ear and chuck it in to be swept away if [they] wanted to.

But…[they] weren’t quite that annoyed with it just yet.

Xaurec could fix it for [them] tonight, and tomorrow, well tomorrow was [their] first day of labor, so [they] would have to wait and see what exactly that entailed before making any final decisions.

Until then, [they] followed Oleili into the deepening night, hoping things would be better in the morning.

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CYOP: On The Road

A choose your own pronouns template, where you can switch out the pronouns and name of the character to test which ones you like!

They/them type pronouns: they/them/themself “they were”

Replace:

[Name]

[they]

[them]

“Please state your name for the record.” the voice came from the intercom higher up the wall, sounding like this was a script they’d read many times.

“Uh, I’m [Name].” [Name] said, not sure where [they] were supposed to be looking. There was what [they]’d assumed from a distance was a window in front of [them], but it was just a ledge sticking out of the wall. No glass or sliding panels. [They] decided that looking at the intercom was probably [their] best bet. If they had an intercom, and they knew [they] were out here, they probably had cameras too. “Am I in the right place? I was looking for⏤”

“Please state your full name for the record.” The voice sounded like this was something they had to say a lot too.

“Full name? I⏤” [Name] stared up at the intercom, bewildered. “It’s just [Name]. I don’t know what you mean by full name.”

“Your full name would potentially include your family name, clan name, village name, or any other names that are used to identify you and to distinguish you from others with your personal name, including titles. If you’re from beyond Clade’s Edge⏤”

“Yes!” [Name] interrupted, relieved to hear a familiar term, “I only just crossed the border a few days ago. I was told to go to Bricklayer, a crier that came to the territory promised me a job working on the Great Machine. He said he would send word ahead of me, so they’d know I was coming.”

Normally, [they] would never travel so far just to find a paying job, but the crier had promised that the pay would be more than [they] could ever dream of finding elsewhere, and food, lodging, and medical services would be supplied at no extra cost, to both the worker and any family members they brought with them.

[Name] had left Xaurec, Aryl, and Kanta back at the camp they’d slept at last night while [they] went ahead to investigate the wall that cut through part of the valley, hoping they’d already reached their destination.

None of them had ever left the territory before, let alone gone as far as Bricklayer, but the crier had assured them that if they followed the eastern rode, they wouldn’t be able to miss it.

Well, they’d followed the road this far, and the wall here stuck out like a sore thumb. Surely, this had to be the⏤

“If you’re trying to get to Bricklayer, you have to follow the road another fifty miles east. This is Brox, we aren’t part of the Coalition for the Great Machine. You can enter the city once we register you, and spend the night at open , but it won’t be free.”

[Name] hesitated. “Are kelwyn allowed in?” [They] finally asked, thinking [they] already knew the answer, but hoping for a pleasant surprise. Most of the people within the clade didn’t hide the fact that they hated people from beyond the edge, and they especially hated kelwyn.

“Yes…”

[Name] heard a ‘but’ in there. It was obvious that while technically legal, kelwyn weren’t actually welcome.

And you know what? [They] didn’t even really want to stick around to find out the details.

“Well, I’ll just be going, then.” [They] said abruptly. [They] needed to get back to the others and let them know they’d be staying out on the road at least another two days. They had plenty of supplies, but they would have to make it to the next camping spot before nightfall, and [they]’d already wasted time on this fruitless endeavor.

“I’ve heard that things are better in Bricklayer!” The voice called out as [they] began to walk away, “Good luck!”

[Name] just rolled [their] eyes, and began the jog back to the main road.

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She/her type pronouns: her/her/hers/herself “she was”

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[Name]

[she]

[her]

“Please state your name for the record.” the voice came from the intercom higher up the wall, sounding like this was a script they’d read many times.

“Uh, I’m [Name].” [Name] said, not sure where [she] was supposed to be looking. There was what [she]’d assumed from a distance was a window in front of [her], but it was just a ledge sticking out of the wall. No glass or sliding panels. [She] decided that looking at the intercom was probably [her] best bet. If they had an intercom, and they knew [she] was out here, they probably had cameras too. “Am I in the right place? I was looking for⏤”

“Please state your full name for the record.” The voice sounded like this was something they had to say a lot too.

“Full name? I⏤” [Name] stared up at the intercom, bewildered. “It’s just [Name]. I don’t know what you mean by full name.”

Normally, [she] would never travel so far just to find a paying job, but the crier had promised that the pay would be more than [she] could ever dream of finding elsewhere, and food, lodging, and medical services would be supplied at no extra cost, to both the worker and any family members they brought with them.

[Name] had left Xaurec, Aryl, and Kanta back at the camp they’d slept at last night while [she] went ahead to investigate the wall that cut through part of the valley, hoping they’d already reached their destination.

None of them had ever left the territory before, let alone gone as far as Bricklayer, but the crier had assured them that if they followed the eastern rode, they wouldn’t be able to miss it.

Well, they’d followed the road this far, and the wall here stuck out like a sore thumb. Surely, this had to be the⏤

[Name] hesitated. “Are kelwyn allowed in?” [She] finally asked, thinking [she] already knew the answer, but hoping for a pleasant surprise. Most of the people within the clade didn’t hide the fact that they hated people from beyond the edge, and they especially hated kelwyn. The crier had promised that things weren’t like that in Bricklayer, but this wasn’t Bricklayer.

“Yes…”

[Name] heard a ‘but’ in there. It was obvious that while technically legal, kelwyn weren’t actually welcome.

And you know what? [She] didn’t even really want to stick around to find out the details.

“Well, I’ll just be going, then.” [She] said abruptly. [She] needed to get back to the others and let them know they’d be staying out on the road at least another two days. They had plenty of supplies, but they would have to make it to the next camping spot before nightfall, and [she]’d already wasted time on this fruitless endeavor.

“I’ve heard that things are better in Bricklayer!” The voice called out as [she] began to walk away, “Good luck!”

[Name] just rolled [her] eyes, and began the jog back to the main road.

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He/him type pronouns: he/him/his/himself “he was”

Replace:

[Name]

[he]

[his]

[him]

“Please state your name for the record.” the voice came from the intercom higher up the wall, sounding like this was a script they’d read many times.

“Uh, I’m [Name].” [Name] said, not sure where [he] was supposed to be looking. There was what [he]’d assumed from a distance was a window in front of [him], but it was just a ledge sticking out of the wall. No glass or sliding panels. [He] decided that looking at the intercom was probably [his] best bet. If they had an intercom, and they knew [he] was out here, they probably had cameras too. “Am I in the right place? I was looking for⏤”

“Please state your full name for the record.” The voice sounded like this was something they had to say a lot too.

“Full name? I⏤” [Name] stared up at the intercom, bewildered. “It’s just [Name]. I don’t know what you mean by full name.”

Normally, [he] would never travel so far just to find a paying job, but the crier had promised that the pay would be more than [he] could ever dream of finding elsewhere, and food, lodging, and medical services would be supplied at no extra cost, to both the worker and any family members they brought with them.

[Name] had left Xaurec, Aryl, and Kanta back at the camp they’d slept at last night while [he] went ahead to investigate the wall that cut through part of the valley, hoping they’d already reached their destination.

None of them had ever left the territory before, let alone gone as far as Bricklayer, but the crier had assured them that if they followed the eastern rode, they wouldn’t be able to miss it.

Well, they’d followed the road this far, and the wall here stuck out like a sore thumb. Surely, this had to be the⏤

[Name] hesitated. “Are kelwyn allowed in?” [He] finally asked, thinking [he] already knew the answer, but hoping for a pleasant surprise. Most of the people within the clade didn’t hide the fact that they hated people from beyond the edge, and they especially hated kelwyn. The crier had promised that things weren’t like that in Bricklayer, but this wasn’t Bricklayer.

“Yes…”

[Name] heard a ‘but’ in there. It was obvious that while technically legal, kelwyn weren’t actually welcome.

And you know what? [He] didn’t even really want to stick around to find out the details.

“Well, I’ll just be going, then.” [He] said abruptly. [He] needed to get back to the others and let them know they’d be staying out on the road at least another two days. They had plenty of supplies, but they would have to make it to the next camping spot before nightfall, and [he]’d already wasted time on this fruitless endeavor.

“I’ve heard that things are better in Bricklayer!” The voice called out as [he] began to walk away, “Good luck!”

[Name] just rolled [his] eyes, and began the jog back to the main road.

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CYOP: The Wild Dragon (Part 2)

Part 1

She/her type pronouns: she/her/herself “she was”

Replace:

[Name]

[she]

[her]

[herself]

“Hey, [Name], didn’t you say you saw a wild dragon around here a few days ago?” Becui asked, suddenly stopping so she could stare into the trees, craning her neck back to look up into the branches.

[Name] stopped too, mostly because if [she] hadn’t, [she] would have crashed into Becui, who has stopped in the middle of the path without warning. “It wasn’t here exactly,” [Name] said, “It was maybe ten more minutes ahead.” [She] pointed in the direction they’d been walking.

[She] remembered where [she]’d seen the dragon mainly because there was a conveniently fallen tree just a foot from where the dragon had landed.

Usually, [she] had a horrible sense of direction, and wouldn’t have been able to even tell you how to get to the general area, let alone the exact location. Luckily for [her] the fallen tree was eye-catching and hard to miss, an easy landmark amidst an otherwise confusing mass of greenery where all the trees looked the same, and the well-maintained path had few variations.

Becui turned to look the way [Name]’d pointed, looking excited. “Maybe we’ll see it again! I bet I could convince it we’re friendly!”

[Name] had told Becui about [her] fear that the dragon had been trying to talk to [her], not realizing [she] couldn’t see the signs it was sending [her], or that [she] wasn’t even sure [she] was sending anything to it at all.

Unlike [Name], Becui could send and see signs with no problem at all. For her, it was second nature, as easy as breathing. For [Name], it was like trying to breathe through a straw. [She] could never see anything people said they were sending [her], even when they insisted they were making them as bright and garish as possible.

For the first ten or so years of [her] life, [she]’d actually assumed that no one could see signs, they were just speaking metaphorically or trying to be poetic. But no, they meant it literally. They could all apparently literally send and see messages and words and feeling to each other through patterns and shapes of color that [she] couldn’t see or create [herself].

Sometimes, when [she] was feeling especially frustrated with [her] failings at communicating with others, [she] wondered to [herself] if the whole thing was just some big, mean joke everyone else was playing on [her].

But [she] knew what wasn’t actually true. The odds of [her] being the butt of a joke that spanned the whole of history on the entire planet was just...not even remotely in the realm of possibility. Not unless someone who really hated [her] was going to invent time travel at some point just to spite [her].

Well, [she] couldn’t say [she] didn’t have any enemies. The other kids could sniff out people who were differen’t faster than [she] could finish saying “hello”, and to them, different automatically meant wrong. No matter where [her] family moved, [she] never had many friends, and more people seemed to hate [her] just because [she] dared to exist near them than [she]’d even spoken to.

Becui was bullied too, though not because she had any problems speaking. She had burn scars on her face, neck, left arm, and part of her torso from an accident she’d been in as a baby, leaving her missing an eye, and with reduced strength and movement in that arm.

Thankfully, she had no memories of the accident that had caused it, and the scars didn’t normally cause her pain, but she was heavily disfigured, and for the bullies, that was excuse enough for cruelty.

They helped each other stand up to the bullies, though nothing they ever did actually got them to stop. It was a friendship formed by adversity, and cemented through shared interests in wildlife, reading, writing, and wondering why anyone would purposefully choose to be cruel when not doing that was so easy.

[Name] wanted to sighed as [she] thought about it, but smiled for Becui instead. “Come on,” [She] said, remembering the thrill of excitement [she]’d felt when she first set eyes on the dragon, “I’ll show you where it was!”

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He/him type pronouns: He/him/his/himself “he was”

Replace:

[Name]

[he]

[him]

[his]

[himself]

[Name] stopped too, mostly because if [he] hadn’t, [he] would have crashed into Becui, who had stopped in the middle of the path without warning. “It wasn’t here exactly,” [Name] said, “It was maybe ten more minutes ahead.” [he] pointed in the direction they’d been walking.

[He] remembered where [he]’d seen the dragon mainly because there was a conveniently fallen tree just a foot from where the dragon had landed.

Usually, [he] had a horrible sense of direction, and wouldn’t have been able to even tell you how to get to the general area, let alone the exact location. Luckily for [him] the fallen tree was eye-catching and hard to miss, an easy landmark amidst an otherwise confusing mass of greenery where all the trees looked the same, and the well-maintained path had few variations.

Becui turned to look the way [he]’d pointed, looking excited. “Maybe we’ll see it again! I bet I could convince it we’re friendly!”

[Name] had told Becui about [his] fear that the dragon had been trying to talk to [him], not realizing [he] couldn’t see the signs it was sending [him], or that [he] wasn’t even sure [he] was sending anything to it at all.

Unlike [Name], Becui could send and see signs with no problem at all. For her, it was second nature, as easy as breathing. For [Name], it was like trying to breathe through a straw. [He] could never see anything people said they were sending [him], even when they insisted they were making them as bright and garish as possible.

For the first ten or so years of [his] life, [he]’d actually assumed that no one could see signs, they were just speaking metaphorically or trying to be poetic. But no, they meant it literally. They could all apparently literally send and see messages and words and feeling to each other through patterns and shapes of color that [he] couldn’t see or create [himself].

Sometimes, when [he] was feeling especially frustrated with [his] failings at communicating with others, [he] wondered to [himself] if the whole thing was just some big, mean joke everyone else was playing on [him].

But [he] knew what wasn’t actually true. The odds of [him] being the butt of a joke that spanned the whole of history on the entire planet was just...not even remotely in the realm of possibility. Not unless someone who really hated [him] was going to invent time travel at some point just to spite [him].

Well, [he] couldn’t say [he] didn’t have any enemies. The other kids could sniff out people who were different faster than [he] could finish saying “hello”, and to them, different automatically meant wrong. No matter where [his] family moved, [he] never had many friends, and more people seemed to hate [him] just because [he] dared to exist near them than [he]’d even spoken to.

[Name] wanted to sighed as [he] thought about it, but smiled for Becui instead. “Come on,” [he] said, remembering the thrill of excitement [he]’d felt when she first set eyes on the dragon, “I’ll show you where it was!”

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They/them type pronouns: they/them/themself “they were”

Replace:

[Name]

[they]

[them]

[theirself]

[Name] stopped too, mostly because if [they] hadn’t, [they] would have crashed into Becui, who had stopped in the middle of the path without warning. “It wasn’t here exactly,” [Name] said, “It was maybe ten more minutes ahead.” [they] pointed in the direction they’d been walking.

[They] remembered where [they]’d seen the dragon mainly because there was a conveniently fallen tree just a foot from where the dragon had landed.

Usually, [they] had a horrible sense of direction, and wouldn’t have been able to even tell you how to get to the general area, let alone the exact location. Luckily for [them] the fallen tree was eye-catching and hard to miss, an easy landmark amidst an otherwise confusing mass of greenery where all the trees looked the same, and the well-maintained path had few variations.

Becui turned to look the way [they]’d pointed, looking excited. “Maybe we’ll see it again! I bet I could convince it we’re friendly!”

[Name] had told Becui about [their] fear that the dragon had been trying to talk to [them], not realizing [they] couldn’t see the signs it was sending [them], or that [they] wasn’t even sure [they] were sending anything to it at all.

Unlike [Name], Becui could send and see signs with no problem at all. For her, it was second nature, as easy as breathing. For [Name], it was like trying to breathe through a straw. [they] could never see anything people said they were sending [them], even when they insisted they were making them as bright and garish as possible.

For the first ten or so years of [their] life, [they]’d actually assumed that no one could see signs, they were just speaking metaphorically or trying to be poetic. But no, they meant it literally. They could all apparently literally send and see messages and words and feeling to each other through patterns and shapes of color that [they] couldn’t see or create [themselves].

Sometimes, when [they] were feeling especially frustrated with [their] failings at communicating with others, [they] wondered to [themselves] if the whole thing was just some big, mean joke everyone else was playing on [them].

But [they] knew what wasn’t actually true. The odds of [them] being the butt of a joke that spanned the whole of history on the entire planet was just...not even remotely in the realm of possibility. Not unless someone who really hated [them] was going to invent time travel at some point just to spite [them].

Well, [they] couldn’t say [they] didn’t have any enemies. The other kids could sniff out people who were different faster than [they] could finish saying “hello”, and to them, different automatically meant wrong. No matter where [their] family moved, [they] never had many friends, and more people seemed to hate [them] just because [they] dared to exist near them than [they]’d even spoken to.

[Name] wanted to sighed as [they] thought about it, but smiled for Becui instead. “Come on,” [they] said, remembering the thrill of excitement [they]’d felt when she first set eyes on the dragon, “I’ll show you where it was!”

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