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[fridgeflower]

Choose your own adventure story.

Ready? Go!

You awaken from a deep slumber to find yourself in a forest. You have no idea how you came to be here, sprawled on ground, but at least you feel well-rested. As you sit up, you realize that you're on the edge of a wide, worn path. Ahead of you, the path forks. To the right, the path continues well-trodden and obviously more well-used. To the left, the path is still clearly visible and unobstructed, but is obviously doesn't get the same amount of use. Do you...

A. take the path to the right?
B. take the path to the left?
C. take the path away from the fork?

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[itssacrifice]

Path to the left! Sounds more interesting.

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[fridgeflower]

Left it is!

You decide to head left, intrigued by what may diverge from the main road of the area. The land slowly slopes downward as you step over rock and root, careful to mind your footing. Perhaps it's because you're not looking up that you don't notice you're being watched. Then again, even if you were looking up, the small bird that's watching you as it hops from branch to branch wouldn't be all that noticeable anyway.

You're oblivious to its attentions until it speaks. His voice is soft and polite. "Hello, there. I haven't seen you before. Maybe you didn't know it, but the river's ahead. Do you have a coin for the ferry?"

A. "Of course! I always carry my wallet flush with cash with me!"
B. "No. I guess I'll have to find another way across."
C. "No. I guess I'll have to knock the ferryman over and hijack the ferry."

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[itssacrifice]

Let me guess; just flying across the river isn't an option?

Either way, B. I'm always leaving my wallet in my other tights.

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[divaricate]

Away from the fork, definitely.

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[fridgeflower]

Instead of picking from one of the paths ahead of you, you turn around and head in the opposite direction. Eventually, the thickness of the woodland around you begins to lessen, and you soon find yourself before a great field of rolling hills, all tall grass and wildflowers. In some distance ahead, there is a small cottage. A light in the window and smoke from the chimney indicate that somebody is home.

A. Go to the house. Maybe the resident knows what's up.
B. Bump that! Time to frolic!

[slightlyoffchilt]

The right. Most lonesome right now, isn't it?

[fridgeflower]

Probably unusually empty for how well-used it seems, yes.

You go right. As you're walking, you observe that the path features prints from horses and grooves from carriage wheels, but you encounter neither horse, carriage, nor man. The day is fair, though, and you press on without allowing this to sink in and something foreboding. Eventually, you come to a city gate, which is also strangely unpopulated, empty save for one guard. He seems pretty bored, leaning his weight onto the pike he's armed with. When he sees you, he perks up in an attempt to seem like he's doing his job as diligently as possible.

"You, there," he states brusquely. "Have you permission to be out this day?"

A. "Yes. Obviously."
B. "No..?"
C. "I have no idea what you're talking about or what's going on."

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[leaflets]

[ oh no, stories are a huge attention grabber for hinami, oops. ]

Before choosing, are there any...smells or anything, from each road?

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[fridgeflower]

[ Welcome to Laurie's hell. ]

Usually, extra bits are cheating, but I'll allow it.

It smells forest-y, like fresh air and greenery. You may be able to tell that it rained not SO long ago, and the faint smell of horse manure tells you that horse's travel the road you're currently on.

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[helpline]

D. stay where I am until I remember how I came here

[ of course the Doctor cheats at these things. ]

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[fridgeflower]

You decide to stay where you are, searching your memory to find how you might've ended up in this situation. You've always had a good memory. Why, you must have more childhood memories than anybody who've ever spoken to, and that's pretty impressive! One time when you were five, you broke a finger falling out of a tree. The December that you were twelve, you slipped at the ice skating rink and the boy you had a crush on laughed at you rather viciously. In retrospect, he was a total turd. You're glad it didn't work out.

College is a bit of a blur, but that might be the concentrated effort of stereotypical frat-like binging over the course of four years. When it comes to recent history, you've got it all in order. All except, of course, where it comes to remembering how you got here.

'Don't worry,' you think, speaking in your own head to some intangible, outside force. 'I could stand here all day if I wanted to. I'll figure out your game, and then what?'

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[wizzardly]

Away. Absolutely away from the fork.

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[fridgeflower]

Instead of picking from one of the paths ahead of you, you turn around and head in the opposite direction. Eventually, the thickness of the woodland around you begins to lessen, and you soon find yourself before a great field of rolling hills, all tall grass and wildflowers. In some distance ahead, there is a small cottage. A light in the window and smoke from the chimney indicate that somebody is home.

A. Go to the house. Maybe the resident knows what's up.
B. Bump that! Time to frolic!

See? That's not bad at all, is it?

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[ofgoldenfoil]

To the right, please.

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[fridgeflower]

No problemo!

You go right. As you're walking, you observe that the path features prints from horses and grooves from carriage wheels, but you encounter neither horse, carriage, nor man. The day is fair, though, and you press on without allowing this to sink in and something foreboding. Eventually, you come to a city gate, which is also strangely unpopulated, empty save for one guard. He seems pretty bored, leaning his weight onto the pike he's armed with. When he sees you, he perks up in an attempt to seem like he's doing his job as diligently as possible.

"You, there," he states brusquely. "Have you permission to be out this day?"

A. "Yes. Obviously."
B. "No..?"
C. "I have no idea what you're talking about or what's going on."

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[tacticianing]

Sounds interesting.

[By which he means, a distraction he really needs.]

I'll take the right.

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[fridgeflower]

I hope it is. And okiedokie!

You go right. As you're walking, you observe that the path features prints from horses and grooves from carriage wheels, but you encounter neither horse, carriage, nor man. The day is fair, though, and you press on without allowing this to sink in and something foreboding. Eventually, you come to a city gate, which is also strangely unpopulated, empty save for one guard. He seems pretty bored, leaning his weight onto the pike he's armed with. When he sees you, he perks up in an attempt to seem like he's doing his job as diligently as possible.

"You, there," he states brusquely. "Have you permission to be out this day?"

A. "Yes. Obviously."
B. "No..?"
C. "I have no idea what you're talking about or what's going on."

[earnedmystripes]

away from the fork!! more adventurous that way

[fridgeflower]

Will do!

Instead of picking from one of the paths ahead of you, you turn around and head in the opposite direction. Eventually, the thickness of the woodland around you begins to lessen, and you soon find yourself before a great field of rolling hills, all tall grass and wildflowers. In some distance ahead, there is a small cottage. A light in the window and smoke from the chimney indicate that somebody is home.

A. Go to the house. Maybe the resident knows what's up.
B. Bump that! Time to frolic!

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[admemoriam]

[Oh hey, he actually used to like those kinds of books.]

c! bc if i made it this far it must be like at least kind of safe behind me

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[fridgeflower]

Not an unsound deduction.

Instead of picking from one of the paths ahead of you, you turn around and head in the opposite direction. Eventually, the thickness of the woodland around you begins to lessen, and you soon find yourself before a great field of rolling hills, all tall grass and wildflowers. In some distance ahead, there is a small cottage. A light in the window and smoke from the chimney indicate that somebody is home.

A. Go to the house. Maybe the resident knows what's up.
B. Bump that! Time to frolic!

[glowsferatu]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both

perhaps its only appropriate to use a poem about trifling indecision to make a trifle of a decision
so ill take the one less traveled by to see if it will make a difference
and go left

[fridgeflower]

Well, technically every path makes some sort of difference. Otherwise you'd just be standing there in some kind of Bubble That Time Forgot. The degree of difference and the good or bad, though... Let's find out!

You decide to head left, intrigued by what may diverge from the main road of the area. The land slowly slopes downward as you step over rock and root, careful to mind your footing. Perhaps it's because you're not looking up that you don't notice you're being watched. Then again, even if you were looking up, the small bird that's watching you as it hops from branch to branch wouldn't be all that noticeable anyway.

You're oblivious to its attentions until it speaks. His voice is soft and polite. "Hello, there. I haven't seen you before. Maybe you didn't know it, but the river's ahead. Do you have a coin for the ferry?"

A. "Of course! I always carry my wallet flush with cash with me!"
B. "No. I guess I'll have to find another way across."
C. "No. I guess I'll have to knock the ferryman over and hijack the ferry."

[lastnerv]

i found a bunch of old books like this at the bookstore but they all involve dice and pen and paper and stuff like that

and since theres no d. stay where you are for a few hours looking up at the sky

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[fridgeflower]

I was told recently that I'd be closer to Ultimate King Nerd if I delved into the tabletop life, so I'll leave the dice be for now. I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility. I did used to read simpler books like this, though. Trying to get a good ending was frustrating sometimes!

And somebody did cheat and sorta take a D, but... Right. B.

You decide to head left, intrigued by what may diverge from the main road of the area. The land slowly slopes downward as you step over rock and root, careful to mind your footing. Perhaps it's because you're not looking up that you don't notice you're being watched. Then again, even if you were looking up, the small bird that's watching you as it hops from branch to branch wouldn't be all that noticeable anyway.

You're oblivious to its attentions until it speaks. His voice is soft and polite. "Hello, there. I haven't seen you before. Maybe you didn't know it, but the river's ahead. Do you have a coin for the ferry?"

A. "Of course! I always carry my wallet flush with cash with me!"
B. "No. I guess I'll have to find another way across."
C. "No. I guess I'll have to knock the ferryman over and hijack the ferry."