Ah, it’s because I was quoting you and that doesn’t preserve the indentation. Sorry.
Here’s your code with the indentation adjusted:
As you idly wave at a couple of students heading in the opposite direction, you lock eyes with Jacques. The rat-faced youth stares at you as he waits outside the medical dispensary, his expression neutral. You can still remember how you dealt with his attempt at bullying when he had first arrived at the Academy. You did so:
#With my fists.
While he was snickering with his toadies about your lack of skill, you walked right up and belted him in the stomach. The week you spent on latrine duty was well worth the day he spent in the infirmary. He demanded a fair fight shortly thereafter, and you promptly mopped the floor with him then as well. Sparring between students was encouraged in order to resolve conflicts in a nonlethal fashion, and you spent so much time training to make sure you could best any comer that your studies suffered a bit. (Strength +4, Intelligence -2)
*set Strength +4
*set Intelligence -2
*set symbol ")"
#By hacking his terminal and changing the password.
Even better, you extort 20 credits from him before you'll divulge what the new password is. In the end you had set it as "Six silly servants sipped seven sangrias sitting at the seaside." Tactile input disabled, so he could only access it vocally. That was a fun couple of hours. This and other such tricks provided no shortage of entertainment to your fellow cadets, although all your time spent in front of vid displays working your tech magic didn't do your eyesight any favors. (Ingenuity +4, Marksmanship -2)
*set Ingenuity +4
*set Marksmanship -2
*set symbol "("
#By spreading a rumor about his past.
You're pretty sure there's no such thing as an amateur bear semen collector, but since when has the truth stopped a juicy bit of gossip? Jacques became such a laughing-stock that he nearly dropped out of the program altogether. Those in the know felt you were a bit of a weenie by not confronting him directly, though. Your tongue has definitely been the most exercised part of your body. (Influence +4, Strength -2)
*set symbol "*"
#Took a beating without blinking an eye
When Jacques turned from verbal barbs to physical provocation, you stood tall and let him thrash you. But for all his viciousness, the smaller cadet wasn't able to land many effective blows, and since you hadn't fought back you remained in the clear when the situation was reported to the administrators. Jacques was not so fortunate. One lucky shot did give you double vision for a while, though. (Endurance +3, Ingenuity +1, Marksmanship -2)
*set Endurance +3
*set Ingenuity +1
*set Marksmanship -2
*set symbol "&"
You walked right up to him, looked him square in the eye, and evacuated both your bladder and bowels. As your waste products puddled at your feet and the stench reached your tormentor, his eyes widened and he mumbled an excuse to leave as quickly as possible. He gave you a wide berth after that. As did pretty much anyone else who heard this story. You've definitely grown accustomed to eating alone. (Insanity +4, Influence -2)
*set Insanity +4
*set Influence -2
*set symbol "%"
You pass out of sight from your former nemesis and arrive outside a plain steel door emblazoned with scarlet lettering that elicits dread in every student: Capitaine de Chevalier Stefan Folson. The Head Hedgehog himself. You've been waiting to see if you'd be allowed to continue here, and now the final judgment is on the other side of that ominous door.
#Burst through the door and insist that you have been given a raw deal.
The grizzled officer shifts his bulk in the chair and rolls his eyes. "Yes, Ms. Branford, we've had this dance before, you and I. This time I believe you may not like the tune."
#Knock calmly and ask to enter.
A gruff "Come in" is his response, and you enter to find the husky officer staring at you with an unsmiling, yet not unkind, expression. His bloodshot green eyes meet yours. "Some decorum at last, Initiate. Pity it came too late."
#Try to work up some fake tears
The burly, red-faced man somehow grows redder still at your weepy countenance. "Compose yourself, Initiate Branford! Decorum must be maintained, no matter how grim your fate."
Your heart sinks as he clears his throat. "Now then, the reason you were called here is that it is the end of another evaluation term. You're quite the anomaly, Ms. Branford. This is a three-year program. Our graduates go on to become Mantra-wielding operatives, our washouts join the regular forces. You have teetered on the brink for…five years now. The oldest cadet on the grounds by a full year. Your academic scores are more than sufficient,
Also, if all your options are going to the same place, you can just use
*fake_choice and save yourself the trouble of using the
*fake_choice has all options automatically come together once you’re back out of the choice body, at the initial indentation).