Twisting Pages

''"Twisting Pages" will be a highly updated project to tell the story with the viewer as the main protagonist. It's kind of like how Homestuck progresses, but it's not the same storyline. But, I might put some elements of Homestuck. I don't know of any other way to describe it. Okay. Yeah.''

Beginning
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Your bold black eyes slowly slink open. Sunshine rains in on your fur from the window. It is a round circle of glass allowing this bright light into your normally dark place. You hate it. You hate it and you know it. You decide to slowly rise from your curvy white bed. It's not even a bed. The HQ removes real beds for reasons you don't enjoy thinking about. You have to deal with a sofa. The square pillow on the head of the "bed" sags off from constant use. It seems to last long for only costing 75 gems.

Anyways, you approach the window. It is circular and composed of tree wood. A decent quality window installed for only 150 gems. You push the two shutters shut, returning darkness to your world. You like the cold of darkness for whatever reason.

You sink your furry Arctic Fox body into the study chair. The chair has a kind of childhood feel to it. From the little acorn in the frame to the orange acorn-print cushion, it's charming from top to bottom. The thing is super adorable. You still use it, indicated by the cheese dust on it.

You see your reflection in the empty screen of your laptop. You are a bold white Arctic Fox with a deep black undercoat. Lightning bolt patterns adorn your body. You have a blue Clover Blanket tied around yourself. They are your sort of makeshift pajamas. What a nice figure you have, young Fox.

What even is your name?

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Hmm... . What a curious name. Rhymes with The. Hey, I'm a poet and I'm just supposed to narrate!

, I'm sorry to say this, but I'm getting a bit tired of putting in USERNAME templates. So, let's just call you by your animal name. Sorry to ask you all of these questions.

DJ?

DJ Frozenrose?

Ah yes, DJ Frozenrose. DJ for short I'm assuming. Well, DJ, I'm glad your name is only two letters. That's so much easier than typing USERNAME templates in every time I want to address you. Okay, no more lolly-gagging. Back to the story.

Stop growling at me.

Anyways, you press a long silver button above your laptop computer's keyboard, causing the device to turn on with a bright white light. You seem to like this bright white light more than regular sunlight. Wow, way to be a hypocrite when it comes to light sources.

You browse your bookmarks: your Tumblr, your wikis, your drawing communities. You reblog a bunch of memes to your blog and gives some budding artists some likes and feedback. You come across a new story on the AJ Stories Wiki in the Recent Activity thread. You decide to give it a read.

"Your bold black eyes slowly slink open. Sunshine rains in-"

Hey, there's no time for messing around. You've got to get going to school.

And then comes the growling... What did I say about that growling?

Why do you have to go to school? It's a storyline, genius! Now, put some actual clothes on.

Put Some Actual Clothes On
You listen to me, the narrator, and decide to put some actual clothes on. You seemed comfortable in your blanket, but you can't go to school in it. You think school life is a curse.

You dart into the walk-in-closet to change because no one wants to see your bare body, even though you are covered with fur!

You unwillingly change out of your "pajamas" and put on an equally comfortable red and black hoodie. It has a phantom on it. Why would you wear the emblem of your enemies?

Umm, never mind that question. You're growling at me again.

On your head, you chose to don a black and gray top hat with a red band. Pretty interesting clothing choice. I don't know if you are a boy or a girl, but I guess top hats are sort of unisex in Jamaa. You choose some Pixelated Gloves for footwear. You sling some Rocker Rings on your tail, rubies adorning each ring.

You are a very snazzy sir/madam.

Gender?
DJ, there comes a time in every protagonist's life when they are asked about their gender.

I know you can't physically answer me, this is a story.

Just... There's going to be some parts with different gender stuff (boyfriend/girlfriend drama, alternate gender character, certain actions). If you see "female" in a heading, it's girl protagonist stuff. "Male" is boy protagonist stuff. Do you get the gist?

Good. Now wash up.

Wash Up
You leave your room and enter the main space of the house. You live in a Liza's Garden den. Everything's all in a Chinese style. Now, where is that washroom?

You find the washroom after some pacing. There is a glass mirror on the wall. There is a large flowing spring for you to wash up in. Pretty neat.

You hang up your top hat and plunge your face into the spring. It feels exfoliating. You check to make sure you've washed your face completely in the mirror. It's dripping, but clean. You rub your face dry with a towel

Still snazzy as ever. You put your hat back on.

Makeup? (Male)
Makeup? No! You are a male individual and refuse to indulge in such feminine practices. You don't even have any cosmetics in your possession.

Makeup? (Female)
Makeup? No, not today. You rarely put on makeup. You only put it on if you're forced. You are a tomboy. You have an image to keep.

Get Your Tail Moving
You enter your exercise room and grab your backpack. You were doing homework on the training mat again. You put on your backpack and your hoodie suddenly pops off. Darn this system! Backpacks are back items and you are already wearing one. You put your hoodie back on, popping off the backpack. You sigh and decide to put the pack in your inventory.

Yes, you have an inventory...

I did mention Homestuck, didn't I?

Well, a backpack in your inventory is better than a bare chest.

Now, seriously, get your tail moving.