#fantuna

[p40sim]

WARNING: This interactive webcomic is based on Notail Simulator, which is very heavy on social horror. Reader discretion is advised.

Welcome to P-4076 Simulator. This is a small Fortuna fan story (Fantuna for short) with heavy inspiration from Notail Simulator. Some things will be predetermined for you, but the rest is up to chance and your choices. Guide P-4076 through her upbringing and into adulthood. To interact with the world and submit choices, use the ask function. This will be updated weekly-ish.

Unlike Notail Simulator, you only have one chance. Good luck.

>>>>>>[Begin life.]<<<<<<

[tale-of-two-aftiks]

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[olive-is-a-jim]

Oh one last thing before I go to bed

I have a whole-ass story I'm writing and the first part is all written and out

Here ya go!

It's called [The Days of Spring] and it's a Fortuna fan adventure

[The Days Of Spring]

“The Days Of Spring Shall surely bring The birds and bees cavorting. But since I am a gentleman, I’d much rather be jorting.” - Brian David

[cosmicclaxon]

jammin’

[p40sim]

[Note: You may listen to the provided music to enhance your reading experience.]

You are a notail, and despite the odds stacked against you, you are incredibly lucky. A majority of your batch was mutated. Horribly. Out of the hundreds of other notails in your batch, only a handful of you were less mangled than the rest. You're smaller than many other notails, but your hair seems to have inherited what height you might have had. You don't particularly focus on this detail, but others may be more critical about it. You always wondered why your batch was so small, but that didn't matter now. You are finally ready to be sent outside, and it's time for you to pick out a face. But fate has a funny way of handling things. Some things caught your attention more than others. That "=3" face looks good.

[Newborn Learning] - Baby's first trait As you begin to shuffle your way to the bus, you hear that you will be heading to Crow's Nest. Whatever that is. Adults all around you are chatting to themselves, worrying about your batch and what wrench might have been thrown into the system. Other children are crying, not wanting to be separated from their caregivers. For now, what do you want to try doing?

[anotherfantuna]

>Another Fantuna.

You open up Fortuna, ready to play another game. Your universe ended last time, so you were forced to make a new one, thus you are forced to play the tutorial again.

>Plinko. Any/all.

[tale-of-two-aftiks]

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[tale-of-two-aftiks]

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