I finally finished this project I’ve been working on. It’s a little flash application that allows you to create custom quests, share them, and play quests that others have made. I’m really tired, so I’m not really bothering with the aesthetic of the blog yet and I just wrote a quick explanation on the first post. You can submit quest file links to the blog, post them on your own blog, whatever.
And don’t worry, there will be a HWU one soon, so all you insane Hunt fans will be able to create as many fanfiction dates with Tommy Boy as your heart desires.
Also, High School Story and all of its characters are obviously Pixelberry’s. This is a fan-made work. I also ask that nobody transfer existing quests to this out of respect for Pixelberry. This is meant to be a creative way for people to make works of fanfiction.
oh ps the singular they pronouns might be kinda weird since it’s near impossible to get every possible verb to change to agree with it so if you want gender-neutral pronouns you might be better off using the custom pronouns option with some other gender neutral pronouns
I was so bloody confused with the loading screen when I saw this. For one moment I thought I was playing HWU xD.
Hahaha good one PixelBerry xD
Things I noticed is
•FNAF animal electronics
•The MC wearing HWU Addison outfit
•Fallout 4 couple giving the signature pose
• the Cats dedicating to the Neko game
• angry birds
• and lastly Julian getting mad at
• Thomas fricking Hunt
I kinda always hoped for Max to hit on the MC like he would grab their chin and he’d lean in and whisper something like “Oh you really think you can beat me, Princess?” and omfg MC’s special someone will get pissed off and like just push Max off haha I always wanted that ah am I crazy?
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
Summary: The MC and Hunt perform the ad together, raising questions from the film crew about their relationship.
Hunt waited for her in the gardens. Cameras were already on him, and Charles was instructing him on the script. Suddenly, Francesca gasped.
“My dear, you look heavenly! Come, come! We have to get started ASAP!”
She approached Hunt as he stood underneath a tree. He swallowed. Who was this person before him? She had been totally transformed from the warm, intelligent girl that he admired into a fragile goddess. Her crystalline eyes were framed in smoky shadow; gauzy fabric clung to the impeccably sculpted curves of her body. Her hair was arranged in a loose, braided updo, baring her slender neck and shoulders to his gaze. Her golden skin was dusted with something shimmery, and as she drew nearer to him, wide-eyed and carefully gauging his reaction, the scent of Forbidden mixed with her own skin wafted into his senses. He swallowed hard, forgetting for once to manage his facial expressions.
“Professor?” she whispered, aware of the crew around them, trying not to get lost in the moment with him.
Hunt cleared his throat as the director approached.