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Soooooooo probably the most asked question while I’ve been away (and since I’ve been back) is whether I could make the itch.io version of the existing Body Count demo public. I’d originally planned to do this with a bit more pomp, but fuck it, it’s live!Â
It’s still the Prologue - Episode 3, but there are a couple of new scenes and little tweaks compared to the old Choicescript demo for those that haven’t seen the Twine version before.Â
Play the Body Count demo on itch.io now!
played @tomawrites's invoker public demo and fully intended to romance al but then the bard stranger came in
so anyway have my invoker! Ainsley, they/she bisexual, their evoker is Celeste but their magic is attuned to Earth! they are VERY wary of the bard but also. (grabs his soft-ass hands and pulls him into an alleyway to make out) y'know
prefers sweets to most things (and people)
sometimes they wish they could just say fuck it and run out into the nearest woods, to live the rest of their life out in peace
their highest stat is merciful... at least at current time
i imagine that they would sing often in their downtime, and their voice is soft and pleasant. i think that they deserve it tbh
too goddamn polite for their own good, grins & bears the bitterness of coffee for the sake of kindness and pleasantries
would be our world's equivalent of a virgo
tries to sound sincere, comes across as trying to sell you something
hey besties i fell in love with terrors in @baskervilleacademy today <3
so have my MC, Lowell! trans dude that's attracted to dudes, v conflicted between constantine and chambers as far as romances go
kinda jumped at the chance to question the academy. almost too eager to jump ship at this point
every boy he sees he develops a tiny crush on
his highest stat is caring... soft boy moment
very much hopeless in terms of flirting and showing romantic interest, despite being pretty outspoken otherwise
his first name is Reese (which is his birthname but he lucked out with it being gender neutral)
pisces moments
5'8" and envious of chambers' height
hello i read @the-keeper-of-midnight and in return i have. a boy.
Sawyer Campbell, he/him, transmasc gay man, K&L romancer (and also M romancer. i love him)
way too cheerful given the circumstances
ironically a libra (just play it you’ll understand)
gets himself injured surprisingly often, and a good 3/4ths of those injuries are caused by mundane things
reese’s peanut butter cups his beloved <3
afraid of the dark bc of past trauma (which is entirely me projecting)
is a sucker for his niece & nephew, would probably let them rob a bank if they gave him puppy dog eyes for a long enough time
shockingly forward with his flirting and romantic approach, despite literally everything else about him seeming to set him up as a softspoken nerd

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my @bodycountgame mc’s playlist! featuring Horny Songs despite him being on the asexual spectrum. some highlights include:
“bathroom bitch” by holychild
“hatef--k” by the bravery
at least 2 separate songs from musicals
“swoon” by beach weather (arthur and him are twinning lmao)
multiple songs that work if arthur ends up being the villa killa
and jesse mccartney
listen via the link above! playlist cover by me <3
It’s been exactly 100 days since I first posted on this blog, I just hit a very cool follower milestone and I’m ready to fuckin party!
Working on Body Count has been a real whirlwind experience, and I’ve been having a really great time with it. The support that you lot have given me here has been so lovely, and I’m basically just absolutely jazzed that anyone is enjoying my little story. Basically, hi, thanks for being here 🖤
Anyway, I am a total dweeb so I’m feeling celebratory and decided to host a lil giveaway:Â
There will be four winners, with four prizes up for grabs:Â
A full body portrait of your MC & a fave RO by the amazing @isabeladraws​! Check out examples of her previous artwork here.Â
A ship edit of your MC & a fave RO by the brilliant @wywrds​! Check out examples of their previous edits here.Â
The ability to select a new background option for MCs everywhere. Don’t want your MC to have studied one of the existing subjects? Pick a new one (within reason - I’ll be keeping veto power over anything outlandish or game-breaking), and I’ll write it in!Â
A snippety drabble, customised for your MC and from a prompt of your choosing (within the ballpark of 500 - 1000 words).Â
To enter, just make sure you’re following @bodycountgame​ and that you reblog this post! You get one entry per person, but new followers are totally welcome.
Entries will close at 5pm BST on Monday 2nd August.Â
I’ll be using a random number generator to draw winners. Whoever is drawn first will get their pick of 4 prizes, who ever is picked second will get a choice from 3, etc etc.Â
Please make sure your DMs are on so that I can contact you! No contact, no prize (duh).
So help me god, if anyone under 18 enters this giveaway then I will give you the sternest talking to of your lives (and you also won’t win anything, because Body Count is an 18+ game).
This is just supposed to be a cute fun lil thing to say thanks for being here so please don’t make it weird or get all intense about it hahahaÂ
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Body Count MC Asks!
Because I am having way too much fun with this game by @bodycountgame , have a list of asks derived from those answered about the whole cast (plus a bonus question that a few ROs have answered in game)! The x next to every question links to the RO answers for that question! Happy answering! :)
What made them apply for Body Count & what are they hoping to get out of the experience?
How do they take their tea (or coffee). [x]
How regularly do they swear? [x]
How do they prefer their toast? [x]
If Body Count had a Big Brother-style vote to kick someone out, who would they vote out right now? [x]
Are they a “you can call me anytime” person, or a “phone permanently on silent” person? [x]
How do they celebrate their birthday? [x]
Can they drive? [x]
I want a baby meme! What does your MC say? [x]
What did they wear on the first day in the villa? [x]
What is their opinion on Eurovision? [x]
Who/what is their favourite musical artist? [x]
What is their cultural/ethnic background? [x]
Would they be willing to move to their RO’s city, or would they prefer that their RO move to Manchester with them? [x]
Are they quiet on their feet, or are they an elephant in disguise? [x]
What is their eye colour? [x]
How did they end up in Manchester? (Derived from: where do the ROs live? [x])
What kind of accent do they have? (Yes, this still applies if they’re not British!) [x]
If they were a videogame character, what loot item would they drop?[x]
Do they return their shopping trolley? [x]
How meme-literate are they? [x]
Under normal circumstances, how loyal are they to their partners? [x]
What is their zodiac sign? (Bonus question: do they believe in astrology?) [x]
Do they like to dance? [x]
How likely are they to lend their jacket when their RO is cold? [x]
Where do they fit on the Jock-Nerd vs. Goth-Prep alignment chart? [x]
What do they use as a bookmark? [x]
True or false: “If I run and leap at MC, they will most certainly catch me in their arms.” [x]
What would they sing at karaoke? [x]
How did they do in school? [x]
What is their 1am convenience store snack run purchase? (Bonus question: if not British, what snack food from home do they miss most?) [x]
What does their apartment/bedroom look like? [x]
What would they wear to a fancy event? [x]
Are they a dog person, a cat person, or a rock person? [x]
What is their love language? [x]
What is their MBTI type? [x]
If you had to assign them one song, what would it be? [x]
Give us a few funky facts about their family background! [x]
Are they a big spoon, a little spoon, a versatile spoon, or a knife? [x]
What are their feelings on piercings and tattoos? Do they have any? [x]
Do they want to get married someday? Would they rather propose or be proposed to? [x]
Don’t fuck this up meme! Where do they fall? [x]
What is their favourite animal and why? [x]
Would they be willing to wear coordinating couple’s outfits with their RO? [x]
Where do they fall on the cuddle scale? [x]
Hello, friends! My name is Mars, and I'm the creator and admin of @senpai-ifs, a new blog for my future interactive fiction stories! I am currently trying to learn Twine, and have plans to create multiple stories!
Currently, my WIP is titled As the World Caves In, a queer apocalyptic dating sim-esque story about coming to terms with death and the intricacies of male friendships and relationships!
A full post detailing the story, its characters, and future plans is coming in the near future!
I've been a fan of interactive fiction for a while now, and I am so excited to be learning to create stories of my own to share with all of you! <3
Sincerely yours,
Senpai~
hey lads, this is my new blog for my future writing endeavors! i'm super excited to work on stories, starting with AtWCI (pronounced at-wick-eye in my head) and extending to other, hopefully bigger-scale works! <3

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leo o'reilly, my protag for @bodycountgame!
languages major (that knows how to curse in 7 different languages other than english)
very "go with the flow" (bc if he doesn't he has absolutely no backup plan and as such will probably die)
traded his brain for a pack of jaffa cakes
can be found fawning over everyone in the villa (crew members included)
wants to fuck arthur so bad that it makes him look stupid
local sagittarius disaster man
has the palate of a small child (would consume a full bag of raw sugar if given the chance)
i don’t know shit about fuck but i want to make an MCs page so bad that it makes me look stupid (because i am)
moodboard for how i feel after the reveal at the end of the mind blind update
thinking about him (hadrian from @anathemafiction’s the golden rose)
me despite knowing absolutely nothing about twine or how to even go about making an IF:

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Sometimes, Foster hopes and prays that there’s no God so that they don’t have to see him live the way he does.
He’s 28 years old (already too long a life for someone like him), and there’s a lingering smell of cigarette smoke when he enters a room, as if the ash in the air were writing his signature in front of his eyes.
He’s too tall -- he’s still not as tall as Bautista, and for that he’s honestly grateful, because how that man doesn’t accidentally knock his head off getting into the car is legitimately impressive. His limbs are gangly and he looks like an alien in a human suit when he moves.
He rubs the back of his head, his undercut getting less and less noticeable with every passing day. Dull, lifeless green eyes stare back at him. If he were any less optimistic, he would maybe want to rip them out of his skull, just so that he wouldn’t have to look at them (or any of the rest of himself, for that matter) again.
There’s grime on the motel mirror, and he feels some sort of sacred kinship with it, splashing water from the sink onto his face. The bags underneath his eyes only stand out more. “You need to go outside more,” his mother would tell him. But every time he did, it would never result in a tan. Just another splash of freckles somewhere on his body. (He doesn’t think about how badly he wants Bautista to find all of them, make constellations as if his body is somehow comparable to the clear night sky.)
It probably had something to do with his stark-red hair. Kids would call him shit like “daywalker” and “red-headed step child” when he was little. They would also call him stuff like “girl” and “miss,” which was equally as wrong. He wonders if they’d call him a girl now, or if they’d upgrade to blatant dehumanization.
It was hard enough being a “girl” going through a growth spurt that put you at a solid 6′2″ in freshman year of high school -- imagine how hard it would be to be in front of those same kids that had called him nasty names as he is now. (Maybe he’d deserve it this time.)
He looks like shit, and doesn’t feel any better. Bautista keeps asking him if he’s okay, as if the answer’s gonna change. (He doesn’t think about how his heart starts to beat faster when he hears the worry in Marc’s voice.)
His top scars are one of the few things that he finds any beauty in on his body. They remind him that he’s done what he can to create himself. He is his own man, and he no longer has the tits to prove it. He can’t help but crack a smile at the thought of the way Bautista chuckled when he told him that joke, about a year into their “partnership.”
The syringe of testosterone is lying precariously on the edge of the porcelain, a millimeter of movement away from being on the floor, ready to step on and stab your foot into. The thought of just taking testosterone accidentally like that has come into Foster’s head once or twice before. He doesn’t dare to think about how Bautista would react if he walked out of the bathroom with a hole in his foot.
It doesn’t register that his breathing is getting heavier and more ragged until he looks into the mirror again and sees that he’s crying.
He’d have to deploy the special technique to go to sleep tonight, probably. He might even have to cuddle up with his bottle of ginger ale, if it gets any worse. (He doesn’t think about how Bautista’s arm would be just about as thick around, and how much warmer it would be.)
A knock on his door disturbs his thoughts (and temporarily disrupts his panic attack, thank God for Marc Bautista), giving him a bit of time to try and excuse the tears streaming down his hollow cheeks as droplets of water from attempting to wash his face.
“You can come in, I’m not naked or anything.”
Bautista gives him a second before he takes Foster up on that offer. “I heard you breathing heavy. Wanted to make sure that you were okay in here.”
Foster chokes down a sob. “You ever thought maybe it was just me getting my rocks off?”
“Knowing you, I would honestly be more surprised if that were the reason.”
Foster looks up to meet his “partner’s” eyes, and this is one of the few times of his life that he’s actually felt small.
“Bautista, seriously, I’m fine,” he says, and he would almost get away with it if it weren’t for the breathlessness.
The taller man looks into Foster’s eyes, and he rests a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to lie to me, Pierce. You’re... Christ this is gonna sound pathetic. You’re my best friend.”
Something inside Foster breaks. A rubber band that had been holding his ball-joints in place snaps in half. He feels himself crumble into a pile of mushy messy lovestruck pieces onto the dirty bathroom tile.
“I wish I were a better friend,” he replies, his voice breaking. He means it, in many ways. To be better at showing that he wants to be Bautista’s friend, to be deserving of that level of trust and care, to be even closer...
“You don’t have to be better. You’re great already.”
“Can I hug you?” Foster asks, knowing that this was never guaranteed. He cares so much about Marc. He wants nothing more than to hold him close to his chest and forget about the weight of the past hanging around his neck for just one goddamn second.
When he nods, Foster can’t help but sink into the warm slab of muscle in front of him. He can hear Bautista’s heart beating in his chest, and he wonders if this is the normal pace it goes at, or if it quickens when he’s around, like Foster’s own does.
Jesus Christ, he’s so good at hugs. There was a nagging thought in the back of Foster’s mind that told him that he was gonna snap in half when Bautista’s arms wrapped around him, but he’s so gentle, and it makes the ache in his stomach pulse harder.
One of the arms holding him moves away, and Foster has half a mind to protest, until he feels it on the top of his head, softly massaging his unruly mess of hair, fingers sprawling out across his too-long undercut and too-windblown hair. If this was an attempt at making Foster feel comforted, it was working, but if it was an attempt to stop his heart racing, it was failing miserably.
Foster pulls his head away from the crook of Bautista’s neck in a daze, looking at him through blurry eyes. His face is scorching hot, and it only gets warmer when he feels a calloused hand cup his cheek, tenderly moving a thumb across his cheekbone, catching a tear in its tracks.
And the next thing he knows, they’re connected at the lips, and it’s so good. It’s so fucking beautiful. There’s no perfection to be had here, no fireworks, no swelling symphony. It feels like a release of tension. An elastic band coming back to shape after being stretched to its limits. The ball of anxiety and overwhelming fondness in Foster’s stomach unravels itself as he feels Bautista’s chapped lips slide against his own.
Despite the times this has happened before (however few and far between), they’re still not quite in sync with each other’s movements yet, bumping noses and occasionally clacking teeth. It’s the best kiss that Foster’s ever had.
This isn’t a good way to stop him from panicking, and they both know it, but it gets him out of his head, and it helps them in figuring out exactly what they are, what they want, how they’re gonna fucking make it like this.
Foster’s never been the best at showing restraint, and this is no different. He’s desperately trying to get his tongue into Bautista’s mouth within seconds, and his hands wrap around his neck, hands trying to pull him even closer. His spit tastes like mint, and it’s even better tasting than the mints he steals from Bautista when he’s not looking. It seems like Bautista’s defenses are down too, because he’s relatively quick to allow it.
He’s almost too focused on the sensation of kissing the man in front of him to realize that he’s being pushed backwards towards the wall, and it’s only once his back is pressed to it that it fully registers. Bautista’s hands leave Foster’s body and are now fully boxing the shorter man in. The force behind them would suggest that it’s less about wanting to keep him against the wall, and more as an act of self-stabilizing.
And CHRIST, Foster can feel how warm and strong he is, and he wants to keep kissing him into oblivion, but he knows this is a bad idea. He knows that this will end badly, he knows that they’d both beat themselves up about it if they let it escalate like that, he knows, he knows, he knows.
He pulls away for a moment, breath ragged, as his hand runs along the taller man’s jaw. (He doesn’t think about how sharp and perfect it is, or how nice the stubble feels underneath his fingertips. He doesn’t think about tracing his fingers down his neck, toward his chest, down his abs...
(Or maybe he does.)
scout MCs
in order: Kaito (LI: Ezra) / Jace (LI: Oliver) / Keely (LI: Sabine) / Ethan (LI: Gage)