Beard-Face sits down and shuts the door insufficiently, keeping his rifle on the seat next to him.

"Shut the door tighter, mate." I say, adding the "mate" to hopefully lighten the mood between us two. The mood between me and Hawk-Face is still cordial, though.

They don't notice you being on standby for the Makarov.

A: Go on being on standby for the Makarov.
B: Wait.
C: Grab Hawk-Face's rifle.

A

Beard-Face shuts the door sufficiently, and so you start driving to Ovbeshlov. The mood is revived a little, as Hawk-Face praised how much better it was to be riding than to be walking; Beard-Face joined in, too. Beard-Face was opening and slamming the door for emphasis on agreement - you suspect he's just being a roudy arse, though. "Stop that, you're going to damage the door or yourself, guy", with a bit of a chuckle added in. So he stops and you then ask the duo "So, how far to Ovbeshlov? Ten kilometres or so?"

They notice your hand at the compartment again, and they both look at each other.

A: Go on being on standby for the Makarov.
B: Wait.
C: Grab Hawk-Face's rifle.

C

Butler's trying to play safe.

(I'm not going to be a cowboy here, you marauding scot)

You quickly and roughly grab Hawk-Face's rifle, while Beard-Face quickly gets his rifle and points at you. "Just what do you think you're doing, eh?". He shoots you in the head, and you die.

(Ox, this was a horrible choice - why?)

THE END.

Edited 7/22/2015 20:37:00

Story 2.

I live in a little, quaint village; not too far from Madrid. I've got a nice enough home, got a spear, even an arcabuz. The food I have isn't that great. I eat cow stew, salad, and occasionally peas and pigeon. And this takes up three fourths of my income, while you keep the other fourth on you.

I like to read loads, about the times before the Rebirth. I read books with such complicated language that Aristoteles himself would go mad. My favourite book is not finished - the author died before he could. I sometimes want to finish his book for him, but never do.

A: Talk to the priest about legendary knights.
B: Talk to the barber about legendary knights.
C: Try to finish your favourite book.

A(damn it Ox this is why the Romans built Hadrians wall)

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I go to the village church, where the priest is also an enthusiast in medeval tales. When I arrive there, Nicolás, the barber is already there. All of us have three different candidates for who was the best and most chivalrous knight. This argument led to nothing, and you went back and read some more, about quarrels, wooings, wounds and challenges.

I think I read too many books, my wits aren't very sharp. But I think it will be a great idea if I become a knight in honour of my homeland and country. I would roam the world in full armour, and on horseback, righting wrongs despite peril and danger. I already see myself given a pat on the back by Felipe III; oh yes, this would be great. It's time to right the wrongs.

A: Start preparing armour and weapons and get ready to leave.
B: Talk to the priest about your adventure.
C: Talk to the barber about your adventure.

B

No,A is better.

I decided to talk to the priest about this adventure. Though he opposed it at first, he agreed eventually that it would be a good idea, but that he was not going to come along.

Going back, I cleaned up my great-grandfather's armour suit. I'm disappointed to find that there is no proper helmet; merely a morion. I striked it with my spear, and it disintegrated quite easily; I'm dubious about this morion. I fixed some iron bars to it; hopefully, that will help, but it took me forever to reintegrate the morion, so I shouldn't test it. Now I've got the perfect morion.

A: Decide to strike the morion again, to test it (better safe than sorry).
B: Inspect the old battle-axe.
C: Show off your morion to the village.

A

B.

(Gotcha)

(DAMN!)

In a fit of dumbness, I strike the morion again. It holds. That could have turned out worse, and I decide to let the enemies do the striking on the morion from now on.

I looked at the old battle-axe, which had more rust than expected. I took it along anyway. I'm now deciding on a knightly name for the horse.

A: Valiente
B: Amor
C: Oportunidad

B

Naming the steed "Amor"; I think it is a pretty decent name.

And why stop there, at Amor? We can say Amor of Castilla; that would be even better! Now we will be a true knight and horse.

But a knight without a lady is a leaf without a tree. Who shall be worthy of my protection? And I say worthy, but I will act so humble, as I am a chivalrous knight; I am nice and kind.

A: Ask the priest who are some princesses around.
B: Reminisce back to your childhood love.
C: Mind not the lack of a lady.

C
(What I am doing is dangerous. Best not complicate things and get people hurt)

Edited 7/23/2015 04:41:46