The Theater of Evil Desire

[This is a text-based game]

The story's direction is determined by reader comments. If there are no comments, the lousy author's friends will decide. When there are lots of comments, the most popular relevant option wins. The game's ending determines whether the protagonist gets a bad ending or a happy ending, as well as the main plot and romance in related future works.

(Really, this is just the result of the author agonizing over a new project but being unable to decide which plotline to write.) =w=

Don't miss out as you pass by. Roll the dice before you go!

"Ah, I see you."

A line of text suddenly appeared on your device's screen.

Then the electronic display went black.

A figure appeared before your eyes.

Top hat, tailcoat, cane, pocket watch.

You couldn't tell whether they were tall or short, fat or thin, young or old, beautiful or ugly.

"They" were right in front of you, yet you couldn't make out or describe this being.

There was only one thing you could be sure of.

"They" were probably male.

Rather, "their" appearance matched the gender you considered dominant.

Since men tended to hold power in the society of your universe, "they" appeared before you in this form. Of course, if women held the highest positions of power in your civilization, "they" would appear as a woman instead.

The man chuckled.

"Darling, welcome to Cedric's Little Theater. As you can see, I'm a magician. I know a few little tricks."

"They" took off their hat, and a paper doll hopped out of it. More paper dolls joined hands in a row and bowed toward the screen.

"You're the one this little trick chose."

Theme: I bet my writing mishaps have nothing to do with me.