It is a fantasy role-play game.

DM: You are in your bed, lying down but wide awake. Somehow, you know you are dreaming, but you can't wake up, not yet. A figure comes into your room. He wears a black cloak, and holds a scythe. He looks down at you, and you know, deep down in your heart, the message he has wordlessly brought you. Today is the final day of your life. Death speaks, and it is as if the entire universe is a bell, tolling."Before the stroke of midnight, I will take you in Rome."You wake up in a cold sweat. You remember each moment of that horrible, horrible dream, and you try to convince yourself it wasn't true, but you know it was. You will die today. Perhaps you picked up a disease you didn't know about. Maybe you were poisoned. Or perhaps you'll be hit by a car. The details are irrelevant. You are staying in a hotel in Rome. What do you do?
Player: There's no point in fighting it, so just enjoy the day
DM: You decide, if you really are going to die, then there's no use in fighting it. And besides, perhaps you might be able to convince yourself this was just a dream and meant nothing.You take a walk through the city, and into the park. It is nice and peaceful here, but you are drawn to the sounds of loud voices.In the park, there is a small yard where people are allowed to speak their minds. You see that today, it is mostly taken up by people preaching about their views on religion, and the afterlife. There are four figures there. One is clearly of an Abrahamic faith, as they are preaching about Heaven and Hell. Another figure seems to be trying to sell books as well as preaching, called "Ghosts and Departed Souls". A third figure has a stand decorated with various religious symbols all crossed out. Finally, there is the fourth figure. Their T-Shirt is white, with the image of a snake swallowing its own tail. Who do you decide to visit?
Player: "Ghosts" speaker
DM: You walk over to the person selling ghosts books, and ask them about their beliefs."All over the world, from America to Europe to Asia, people have reported sightings with ghosts," he explains, "There must be something to this phenomenon."You ask him to elaborate. "Ghosts occur when people are unable to move on from the physical world," the speaker explains, "They get pinned to the world by certain, very strong emotions. Sometimes they feel like they've failed in some way, or want revenge on someone. Others simply love the world too much to bring themselves to move on. It is usually not a pleasant experience, which is why so many ghosts are described as moaning , or even as angry and terrifying."
Player: Choose to listen to another speaker
DM: Who do you want to listen to?

Player: Abrahamic Speaker
DM: You walk up to the Abrahamic speaker and ask them what they believe."It is simple, friend," says the speaker, "I believe that, when you die, your soul is judged. If you have done more good than evil, you will be sent to heaven. Heaven is a place where you can live with your loved ones in happiness and in peace forever. But if you have done more evil than good, then there is no place in Heaven for you, only Hell.""What counts as good and evil?" You ask."That is a good question," says the Speaker, "Some would say that the Holy Books say that there are very specific things that are evil. For example, eating shellfish or looking at something with desire is considered evil in these books. Others would say that even doing one of these things will send you to Hell, unless you believe in Jesus' sacrifice. However, others like myslef think that all you need to do is lead a pious life and be good to others in order to get into Heaven, and that the smaller sins don't count as much as the larger sins, like stealing or murdering, and that the smaller sins can be balanced out by acts of charity and goodwill." What do you do now?
Player: Anti-Religion Speaker
DM: You decide to listen to the anti religious Speaker, and ask what they believe."All these religions are false," they tell you, "There is no scientific evidence whatsoever that our minds continue after death. In fact, when we die, our minds just go blank forever."You mention that this is pretty depressing, and it also makes it seem like good deeds go unrewarded and bad deeds go unpunished."You're right, my friend," says the preacher, "At first glance, this can seem pretty bad. However, once we accept that there is nothing that can bring justice after we die, no happiness for the good and no punishment for the bad, this is when we realise that we must make all these things happen when we're alive. It means we must strive to make the world that we live in a better, more just place. That way, good deeds will be given to people who are alive, and punishment will be given to those evil people who are also alive. We shouldn't depend on some imaginary afterlife to reward or punish people, because that just prevents us from bothering to fix things in the here and the now."

DM: If you're going to die in Rome, then you might as well try and escape the city as soon as you possibly can.You step out of your room, head down the stairs and swing open the door. You check your phone; the time is 10 a.m. . You must get out of Rome before the stroke of midnight.As you run across the streets of Rome, you come across a park.You get closer, and realise there are people there, speaking on soapboxes. They appear to be preaching about religion, and the afterlife. How very fitting. What do you do?
Player: Keep running away, out of Rome
DM: You don't have time to listen to people preaching. You are dying.You run past crowds of tourists. Old people, young people, even children. You see them all as so fleeting. They're all going to die one day, too. They might as well be dead already. A world of soon to be corpses.You keep walking. You can feel your heart beating in panic, and exertion. You had never stopped to think about that before. It was with you all your life, but you never gave thought to what would happen when it stopped.You run and run. You can feel your body slowing down, you're desperately thirsty and hungry, and your legs feel like they're going to fall apart. Yet you keep running. You are getting tired; so tired that you begin to lose your balance a numerous amount of times, and nearly get hit by oncoming traffic. At 6:30 p.m., you pass the borders of Rome, yet you still continue onwards. You must put as much distance between you and that place as you can.It is approaching night time, now. Your phone reads 10:35 p.m. You can barely think or concentrate, but you are far, far away from the City you were trying to escape from.You cast around, desprately, and see an inn by the side of the road. You are beyond tired and hungry and the place looks warm and inviting. There is a crossroads ahead of you. The road is very busy with cars and, If you continue forwards, to the crossroads, it seems very likely that you will lose your balance and fall into the way of a passing vehicle, or pass out and die through tiredness, hunger and dehydration. You could stay at the inn, however, and continue your journey tomorrow.
Player: Go to the inn
DM: You decide you're far enough away that you're safe. You stagger into the inn, so tired you don't even stop to consider the name of the inn you're staying at.You book a room, get some complimentary food and water, then go upstairs to lie down in your warm, soft bed.The clock reads 11:47. It's nearing midnight. It looks like you've done it.You hear someone coming up the stairs. It's probably just another guest. As you begin to nod off, your eyes fall on the picture on the other side of your wall. It is a picture of the inn on its grand opening day. And your eyes fall on the name of the inn - "Rome".You rise from your bed just as the door opens. A figure in a black cloak, wielding a scythe, has come to visit. It is Death.YOU SHALL MEET ME AT THE END OF EVERY ROAD. COME WITH ME AND AT LAST, WE SHALL WALK .And with that, Death takes you Away. In your panic to escape him, you never truly thought about what might happen at the end, when he finally took you, and the journey ahead lies mysterious and dark as ever...ENDING UNLOCKED: Don't Fear the Reaper

Player: Accept the "ghost" idea as true
DM: You decide the ghost speaker made some good points.You go for a walk in the park. As you walk around, what do you feel gives you the most powerful experience?
Player: The fear of your imminent demise
DM: You decide it is now time to head home. You go back to the hotel and pack your things.You leave Rome. Midnight comes and goes, and you don't feel any different.You live the rest of your life, and as you become old, you prepare yourself for one final journey.You decide to return back to Rome. But before you get there, you nod off for just a moment at a bus station. You get up, but your body remains on the seat. You are translucent, and you realise your spirit has left your body. You are a ghost, entirely separate from your flesh. What do you become?
Player: A mournful spirit
DM: The thing that has tied you to this world is the fear of what lies on the other side.You travel the world as a restless spirit, and are drawn to sad, melancholy places. You dwell in abandoned buildings, in dark forest glades, in place where people have felt great sadness. They become known as "haunted", and your sadness creates a cold chill in these places.After hundreds of years of traveling the world, a figure in a black cloak, wielding a scythe, has come to visit. It is Death. Maybe he can help you?YOU SHALL MEET ME AT THE END OF EVERY ROAD. COME WITH ME AND AT LAST, WE SHALL WALK .And with that, Death takes you Away.ENDING UNLOCKED: You gotta know when to fold them...

Player: Believe that this person is telling the truth
DM: Now that you have made up your mind on the afterlife, you continue on with your life.You walk outside the street, and see a very sad looking person on the side of the road. They are wrapped in a thin blanket, and have a paper cup with which they are begging. Suddenly, two thugs walk up to them. They are extremely unpleasant and ill mannered."You can't stay here!" Snarls one of the thugs. You look more closely at the thugs, and realise they appear to be some kind of law enforcement."Yeah!" Chortles the second thug, "Get out, loser!"The beggar looks up at them sadly, then moves away without a word. The two thugs quietly exchange a joke, then chuckle and laugh at the beggar as he is forced to move across the road. The thugs then walk off.What do you do?
Player: Mock the beggar, laugh at them, then knock over their paper cup
DM: You keep walking onwards. You hear a strange whimpering noise from a bush. You investigate, and find a tiny, brown puppy dog. He is clearly very scared and he has a collar, indicating that he is not a stray. If you leave him here, he could die. What do you do?
Player: Help the puppy. It has a phone number on its collar; you phone it and reunite the dog with his family
DM: You leave Rome. Midnight comes and goes, and you don't feel any different.You live the rest of your life, and as you become old, you prepare yourself for one final journey.You decide to return back to Rome. You're not as young as you once were, and you stop off at at inn just outside the City. You don't stop to check the name of the inn.Just as you lie down in your bed to sleep, you take a glance at a picture hanging on the wall. It shows the outside of the building, and has large lettering on it "Welcome to the Rome inn!"The clock strikes midnight.A figure in a black cloak, wielding a scythe, has come to visit. It is Death.YOU SHALL MEET ME AT THE END OF EVERY ROAD. COME WITH ME AND AT LAST, WE SHALL WALK .And with that, Death takes you Away.
Player: Oblivion?
DM: Death takes you forward, and you feel Oblivion falling on you. Soon, you will sleep the endless sleep. So everything truly does end, it seems. But as your final synapses in your brain start to fade and shut down, one final thought runs through them; if everything truly does end, does that mean Oblivion itself must end, eventually? Then, it finally shuts off.ENDING UNLOCKED: The End...?

DM: She smiles at you."After that fiasco, I can see you'll need the help," her eyes glint mischievously, "But I will gladly help you. You are unlikely to be a threat, and The Dunedain are sworn to help travellers in need."So she is a Dunedain, a Ranger. They are the descendents of Numenor, and ancient people who's Island was plunged into the ocean after their King was turned to wickedness and evil by a mysterious figure, known only by the name "Sauron".She leads you out of the woods, and no wolf or creature dares to attack you now. She must be very good at knowing how to keep them at bay.
Player: Return to Hobbiton
DM: You find your way to Hobbiton. This is the heart of The Shire. You see a huge tree in Hobbiton; the Party Tree.There is a duck pond, and a large Hobbit Home built into the hill...Bag End! And past that, the forest of Overhill.
Player: Travel towards Michael Delving
DM: You are at the village of Michel Delving. There are plenty of shops and stalls here, selling vegetables and pastries of all sorts.The Town Hall, where the Mayoral Elections are held, is also located here. You may go there to find out the candidates.Finally, there is the Mathom-House. This is the Hobbit Museum, where their curiosities are put on display.
Player: Visit the Mathom House
DM: You visit the Mathom House. It is very old, and very pretty here. The Hobbit at the counter gives you a free ticket, as this is your first time visiting. This ticket will let you come back for the whole day.You may peruse the exhibits now.
Player: Go into Weapons Display Room
DM: There is a set of displayed weapons here, ranging from small daggers to a medium sized club. There is even a selection of small bows and arrows on the wall.
Player: Look closely at the daggers
DM: The daggers are sharp and ancient. One in the middle catches your eye; it has a black and shiny handle. The plaque reads "These shortswords were carried by the first Hobbits who came to the Shire from the Greenwood. The journey across the Misty Mountains were long and treacherous, and these were used to fight off the horrors in the mountains, such as Wargs and Goblins. It is said by some that the handle to the dagger in the centre was carved out of the claw of a great Dragon, who's corpse was found in the mountains."
Player: Back to the other weapons
Player: Look at the bows and arrows
DM: The description of the bows and arrows reads "These were used by Shire archers in the Battle Of Fornost, when the Witch-King of Angmar's forces besieged the Kingdom. It is said that one of the Hobbit archers ran out of arrows, so he tricked Angmar into firing at a dummy, then fired their own arrows back at them."
Player: Back to the Weapons Display Room
Player: Look closely at the club
DM: The plaque reads "This is said to be the club of Bullroarer Took, the tallest known Hobbit. He used it to hit the head off of the Goblin chief, winning the battle and inventing the game of golf at the same time."

DM: Once the creature is in the cave, you sneak past the cruel mare and follow the Yeti. Before it knows it, you have used your magic to unhook the restraints and set the creature free. The Yeti looks wide eyed at you, then rushes deep into the cave.You step out into the copse, and the purple mare stands before you."You let my pet out," she says, " Get out of my way and let me get him back.""You can't kill me," you say, "Nor trap me. You're not powerful enough.""Oh, but that's where you're wrong; I can kill you, quite easily" she says, and you are unsure as to whether she is bluffing or not "But first, I will make you suffer like you have never suffered before, and then you will die. So what's it to be?"You can hear the laughter of the blonde unicorn; she's looking forward to you resisting.
Player: Stand aside and let them re capture the beast
DM: You sigh; you have no wish to die today."Very well," you say, and step aside to let the Sisters hunt down their pet.You hear them subdue him, and the mournful wail of a beast who nearly tasted freedom but had it yanked away at the last moment.
Player: Travel to the next cave
DM: On your way to the next cave, through the screaming snow, you think you can hear a sound. You listen closely, and it's there. A sobbing foal. You gallop on forwards, and see a tiny pink filly, lying in the snow. She looks up and sees you; she has severe hypotherimia, and she will not last more than a few more seconds at best. Only your magic can keep her alive, but to do that, you'll have to be right next to her, and she is so far gone that, at this point, you would have to sacrifice so much magic that you're not entirely sure you will ever be able to use your abilities again."P-p-please d-d-don't come closer" she gasps, "S-stay there, let me die..."You see she is carrying nothing more than a box of matches, and she is sitting next to a pile of burned out matches. What do you do?
Player: Help the filly, and keep her alive with your magic
DM: You will not abandon a child to the snow. You rush forwards to her prone form, cast a "life support" spell on her, draining you of magic. You suddenly realise her hoof is tied to a post...and feel the ground give way below you. A trap!You fall through the endless depths, until you land in a spongy, warm and musty fungus-like plant."I t-told you to leave me," sobs the child, "I h-hate b-being b-bait..."You look up, and see horrible creatures grinning down at you. They're black and white creatures with huge, sharp claws and a greedy, ugly grin. Wolverines! Creatures so vicious and greedy that they would slaughter anyone for a tiny gem."Well, what've we got 'ere then?" chuckles the first, and biggest, wolverine, "A regular ol' generous spirit. eh?""Y'know," says the second one, "I'm getting a bit tired of preying on these travellers, all things considered. The meat's okay, but they never have anything worth much on them. I reckon we just eat the kid and move elsewhere; the younger the flesh, the better, especially if its been overfed and tortured first; Unicorn Veal is the finest meat around!""I don't know," says the third, and also the weakest of the gang, "That big unicorn looks awfully powerful; maybe it will fry us with its magic if you hurt the kid!""Nonsense!" snarls the biggest, "Eat them! Eat them both! They'll be more than enough for me, and you two can have the leftovers!"The filly is too cold and sick to cry. What do you do now?
Player: Try to fight the Wolverines
DM: The Wolverines laugh; "We never planned on taking you alive..."The battle is short, Without your magic, they overwhelm you in a moment, tearing you into pieces. Your last sight is of them eyeing the little filly with greedy eyes...

Player: Walk over to the beggar and give them 20 euros. They are truly grateful.
Player: Ignore the puppy

DM: You turn your horse away from Little Archie's and spur it down the alley into the side street. The side street is clear of people so you gallop down it towards the edge of town: as you do you hear a volley of gun shots, a horse screaming and then an ominous silence. Riding to a small knoll overlooking the town you look down and your worst fears are realized: your companion is lying dead in the dust of main street surrounded by silent soldiers.Anxious not to share your leader's fate you ride cross-country for twelve hours straight until you reach the safety of the Shepherd's Family Farm. George and Ol are shocked to hear of Little Archie's death and for all of 1867 you all lay low before a meeting is arranged and the gang re-convenes in the spring of 1868.
Player: Another Robbery
DM: It is a somber group that gathers at the James Farm in the spring of 1868: you, Frank, John, George, Ol and Cole are all saddened by your leader's death. Also present at the gathering is Frank's younger brother Jesse James, a garrulous Civil War veteran who was shot three times in the war including one occasion when he blew half his right index finger off while cleaning a loaded pistol. You are all unanimous that you should continue robbing banks and stealing Yankee money, as the oldest and most experienced of the group John Jarette takes charge."Missouri may be dangerous for us now," he says seriously. "We should cross the border into Kentucky, rob a bank in that Yankee state and then ride back here to hide out. I've been doing some investigating the bank in Russellville, Kentucky is wealthy. This should be our next target."On the chosen day the seven of you ride into town. While the Shepherd brothers guard your horses you, Frank, Jesse, John and Cole all dismount and walk into the bank. There are three tellers inside and as you approach the front counter you all draw your pistols."This is a hold up," John barks. "Throw up your hands."Instantly one of the tellers springs to his feet and starts running towards a side door. You aim your pistol at the fleeing man's head but pause, wondering whether or not you should pull the trigger.
Player: Shoot the fleeing man
DM: You fire a shot that grazes the teller's head and though the man stumbles he keeps running, makes it to the door, throws it open and dashes outside yelling "Robbery!" Moving quickly you and Frank ransack the vault, throwing all the money you can find into two haversacks while the others guard the tellers and rifle the counter. Shutting the remaining tellers inside the vault you all race outside. While you and your companions mount up the Shepherd brothers begin firing shots into the air to keep citizens off the street.You have just pulled yourself onto your horse's back when a young man comes running out of a store across from you with a pistol in his hands. As you and your companions begin spurring your horses down the street he fires a shot at you all, which whizzes overhead to shatter a window in the back behind you."Get that bastard with the gun," someone shouts. You have your pistol in your hand and consider firing back.
Player: Concentrate on spurring your horse down the street to escape
DM: You turn your horse away from the man, as you do you get a glimpse of young Jesse firing a shot which hits the gunman in the hip, knocking him to the ground. Turning your horse you spur after your companions and moments later you are out of town and riding across the countryside. You ride hard until you are back across the border in Missouri and there you pause in a copse of trees to count the money you have stolen: you are all pleased to discover it comes to $12,000, which split seven ways makes your share $1,700, which has been added to your Score."We need to all split up now to make it harder for the Law to track us," John declares."Jesse and I will go back to our Farm and hide out there," Frank declares."I'll go with George and Ol back to their Farm to hide out," John decides."My brother John has just got a job at his friend Tom McDaniel's Farm near the town of Scyene down in Texas," Cole says thoughtfully. "I'll go down there for a bit to lie low."You consider who to hide out with.

DM: "Hello." A librarian says. "Welcome to the library. There's nothing much here except for some small books. People usually only use this library as a pathway to the tourist road. It takes you to the Beast Tower if you want to know, but you don't seem to have a car, so you must be a visitor. What book would you like? Unfortunately, we only have four you can read since my daughter borrowed the rest." Sure enough, there are four books. Peter Cat, Cat and the Beanstalk, Black Kitty, and Kitty and the Beast. Seriously, what kind of kittens write these stuff?
Player: Go to the Tourist Road
DM: You walk out of the library, leaving the librarian to sob all alone by himself. Wow, a tourist street. You see a bunch of bodyguards guarding a gate to Fun Dog Beach, but who cares? You can see the huge Beast Tower in the distant and you're determined to get there. But you don't have any way to get there! Hitchhiking seems to be the best option you have. You see a slow car passing by. Maybe the driver can lend you a seat!
Player: Wait Patiently
DM: You decide to wait patiently and the car surprisingly stops in front of you. "Why, hello there! You seem to be a newcomer to Kitty City! Well, hop in! You don't seem to know what a car is! I'll take you to the Beast Tower! It's fun there!" You walk inside cautiously, pretending that you don't know what the car is, and he drives off, much faster than before. In a few minutes, you're at the Beast Tower! Awesome! You walk out, expecting him to follow you, but he says, "Sorry, I left my girlfriend at the Tacosino... again... Bye!" He drives off. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. Prepared? Got enough weapons? Go! You rush into the gate.
Player: Gate
DM: Inside the gate, there is the humongous tower with two FAT agents guarding it. If you want to go inside, you need them out of the way. You might also need a strategizing machine. There's a pay phone right there. You might want to call somebody for help. Hmm...
Player: Barge in!
DM: You barge in, shoving the FAT members to the ground. You're about to rush upstairs until you get shot by a laser. The last thing you hear is, "I never miss."
Player: Meditation Grounds
DM: You get up. "Wait, aren't I supposed to be dead?" You ask yourself, but nobody is there. You look around until a random old cat with huge whiskers appears, meditating. He looks at you and says calmly, "To go forwards you must first go back..." "Go back..." "Go back..." "Go back..." "Go back..." "Go back..." "Go back..." "Go back..." You finally get annoyed ("Go back...") and you decide to meditate. After meditating for a week straight, you shudder. You feel like you can go back and solve everything, but there's also a way to end everything. What do you do?

DM: The treasure of pirate Tsai was, and is, of interest to many, buried, according to legends passed down over time, in an unknown location somewhere on Han Island. Treasure hunters of all countries, white, black and brown, have been drawn to the island and they have searched in ancient ruins, beneath trees and under rocks but none have been successful or found so much as a coin. Some believe the gold and jewels were buried on a beach somewhere, others believe it has been concealed in a secret cave or tunnel somewhere on the island or even that it was sunk in waters offshore. The truth is no one knows where the treasure is or if it even exists anymore. The fact remains that this treasure, with its long history of death, would now be valued at, in modern Hong Kong dollars, approximately three hundred million, quite a substantial sum.NOTE: THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ITEM PLEASE PICK IT UP AND USE IT WHENEVER YOU NEED TO REFER TO THIS NOTE AGAIN.
Player: Read the TSAI PIRATE CAVE DISCOVERED, NO GOLD article
DM: TSAI PIRATE CAVE DISCOVERED, NO GOLD - The Han Reporter, 10 February 2000The Reporter is excited to announce that the first definite traces of the Pirate Captain Tsai and his crew have been discovered on Han Island! Tsai and his treasure, believed to be worth hundreds of millions of dollars, have long been associated in legend with Han Island but the first definite material proof has been discovered in a cave on the north side of the island by local resident Chow Feng.Among the artefacts recovered are timbers from boats and chests, cutlasses, knives, bowls, mugs, spades, bones and most exciting of all, a parchment inventory listing the treasure carried by Tsai's vessel and signed by Tsai himself! No trace of the treasure itself has been found leading to exciting speculation that all the valuables remain undiscovered somewhere on the island, an opinion shared by Feng himself."From what we have discovered in the cave it was used as something like a base camp," Feng told us. "The pirates seemed to have eaten and slept there but brought the treasure ashore and buried it elsewhere. We hope to be able to find that second location in the near-future. Meanwhile Tsai's Pirate Cave will be turned into a tourist-friendly attraction and hopefully the tourism industry on Han Island will receive a welcome boost."Feng also explained how he was able to discover the almost invisible cave by discovering it marked on an 18th century naval map and deciding that it was worth closer investigation, the map in question Feng has apparently personally purchased from the archives section of the Hong Kong Maritime Museum for further research. It is hoped that the discovery of the full bulk of Tsai's Treasure is now only a matter of time.
Player: Consider everything that you have learnt so far
DM: You have received a lot of information and lying back in your chair you try to process it all, knowing that some things are more important than others. You run them over in your mind."We are now arriving at Yung Shue Wan Village on Han Island."The loudspeaker announcement causes your eyes to spring open and looking out of the window you see the ferry is drawing alongside an old wooden ferry leading to a small but modern looking village. You collect up your documents, put them into your backpack and swing it over your shoulder before joining the small group of people disembarking from the ferry. As you wait for your turn to go ashore you reflect that you only have just this day to solve the mystery of Han Island: after today you have promised your parents you will return to the UK to continue your school studies. Either you solve the mystery today or you will never solve it. Depending on your difficulty level you have either 50, 75 or 100 Time Points, every new page you turn to loses you a time point. By the time you reach 0 you will need to have found the answers to the many mysteries of Han Island or they will never be solved.Taking a deep breath, you step off the ferry onto Han Island and stride down the jetty into Yung Shue Wan Village.

Player: The sound of the wind through the trees

DM: "Welcome to the Museum of National Triumph. Please hand over all firearms and cellular devices at the metal detector. Enjoy the glory of the Reich!"One of the benefits of the ruling class. Being able to contact each other, and being able to kill each other.Let's make our way down history lane, shall we?Here's the first exhibit. Ooh. It's an audio tour."When the Great War for the salvation of the Aryan race began, the German people were few, and vastly outnumbered by the Jews and their sympathizers. On the eve of September 1st, 1939 the German people, tired of oppression by the rest of the world, finally said 'Enough!' and struck back."Of course. I've been taught this shit since elementary school. I could probably skip this."....The Soviets and the Germans formed an uneasy truce, but the Communists knew that their doom was only inevitable in the back of their heads...."Skip...
Player: Skip 1a
DM: "...France fell quickly, utterly destroyed by the blitzkrieg. The Aryans triumphantly marched into Paris on June 14th, 1940..."Skip...
Player: Skip 2a
DM: "...After many tenacious air raids over London, the daring amphibious invasion of England was a success. London fell to our forces on March 3rd, 1941..."Skip.
Player: Skip 3a
DM: "...And that was when Adolf Hitler, our beloved Führer, was assassinated by undercover Jewish spies dressed as military personnel. From then on, the SS and Heinrich Himmler assumed command and vowed to avenge the death of our glorious leader..."Skip.
Player: Skip 4a
DM: "...invigorated by the elimination of the last European enemy and driven to avenge their former leader, our forces descended upon the Eastern Coast of the United States while our Japanese allies invaded from the Pacific..."Skip.
Player: Skip 5a
DM: "...Therefore, with the United States and the Soviet Union partitioned between Japan and Germany, a war of wills set in..."Skip.
Player: Skip 6a
DM: "...And thus the collapse of the Japanese Empire brought about the domination of world politics under its rightful leader, the Aryan Empire!"Ugh. I hope the next section is a little more original."The eradication of all non-Germanic peoples. In this exhibit, you will see artifacts from now extinct and unworthy cultures, most notably the insidious Jews."Oh.
Player: Enter the Exhibit 2
DM: "This artifact on display is a Jewish 'Torah'. In this book, the Jews would corrupt the word of God with their own poisonous tongue, getting their young to do their bidding through indoctrination"...Isn't that what you're doing right now?
Player: Continue 1a
DM: "The Jews were notable for manipulating money for their greed. This display demonstrates their insurmountable greed."...

DM: The man staggers as your bullet hits him in the chest and dropping his pistol he falls to the ground. "Quickly boys," Frank calls out and the three of you hurry down the passenger carriage, leaving the two dead men behind you. Reaching the Express Carriage you find the safe contains very little money but you throw what little it does contain into a sack before making your escape from the train. Running to where you left your horses you escape cross country and count the money, finding you have made it away with $700, making your share $100.The robbery and it's accompanying double-killing make national news and the reward for, you, Frank or Jesse reaches a record $5,000 each to be brought in dead or alive, making the three of you worth $15,000 altogether. Jesse is completely unperturbed and recruits another gang member, a young friend of Dick Liddil's called Charley Ford. Together the seven of you plan your next train robbery to take place on the fifth anniversary of the disastrous Northfield Bank Robbery.
Player: The Blue Cut Train Robbery
DM: Five years to the day since the James-Younger Gang was destroyed at Northfield you and the rest of the James Gang rob a train at Blue Cut, Missouri. Together with the wary Frank and gregarious Jesse you halt the train with lanterns and climb aboard. "I'm Jesse James," Jesse declares to the frightened passengers. "You might have read about me in the papers. Stay calm and no one will get hurt." Making your way to the Express Carriage you empty the safe of a small amount of money and hastily disembark. Escaping on horses you find that you have made away with $1,000, which split seven ways makes your share $100."We need to split up boys," Jesse declares. "Wood, Dick and Charley, you go and hide out at Charley's sister's place near Kansas City. Clarence, I want you to hole up in Adairville and get some medical treatment. I'm going to rent my own place in Kansas City. What are you going to do Frank?""I reckon anywhere near Missouri is too dangerous at the moment," Frank says. "I'm going back to my farm in Tennessee."Jesse glances at you. "What are you going to do Bill?"
Player: Go with Wood, Dick and Charley to the Ford Farm
DM: You accompany Dick, Wood and Charley back to Charley's Farm where you meet his sister Martha and his brother Bob, a nervous young man who seems to regard you all with awe. Your stay at the Farm isn't a happy one: Dick and Wood both like Martha and become increasingly hostile towards each other. The argument escalates one evening when you, Dick, Wood, Charley and Bob are all sitting upstairs. Screaming insults at each other Dick and Wood promptly pull out their pistols, spring to their feet and start shooting at each other.
Player: Get the hell out of there
DM: You haven't survived this long by being stupid and springing to your feet you race through the door out of the room. The shots continue to ring out behind you ending in the sound of a body hitting the floor - later you will learn that Charley's brother Bob has killed Wood Hite. Making it to your horse in the Farm's stable you hastily mount up and ride away. For the rest of the winter you live in hiding in Missouri, not emerging until the winter. In the meantime the James Gang is destroyed.First Dick and Charley, fearful of Jesse's revenge after killing his cousin Wood, surrender to the law. They tell them where they can find Clarence Hite who is arrested in his hotel in Adairville. Finally Bob Ford murders Jesse James, shooting him in the back of the head while your friend hangs a picture on the wall. Stunned to hear the legendary outlaw is dead you make your way to Tennessee where the other remaining survivor of the gang, Frank James is still living.

DM: You're a little confused by this place, so you ask the old stallion who he is."Why," he says, "Don't you remember your old father? The one who used to tell you all those bedtime stories?"You pause, then realise that this is your father! How could you have not noticed before?"But, father," you whisper, "The Vargur, they got you, they tore you-""Now, now my little one," says your father in a soothing voice, "Don't talk like that. We're all safe here, nothing can go wrong here. I'm alive, in fact, everyone from our village is alive!"You look around, and see he is telling the truth. Your mother, your friends, and everyone you ever knew is here in this field, enjoying wonderful picnics. A drink appears in your hooves all of a sudden; apple cider? You take a sip, and realise this was the first apple cider you ever had with your father. The old stallion gives you a warm smile."Now," he says, "All you have to do is accept that the Witch needs to go, and you can be one of us!"You shake your head; you saw these unicorns die-nothing could ever get those images out of your head. But maybe...that was the nightmare, and this is reality? You don't quite know what to think...
Player: Return to the previous conversation
DM: Now that you know your family and village is here, as well as Eris, what do you do?
Player: Demand that the unicorns free Eris
DM: "I will not stand for this," you say, "She saved me; you MUST release her.""Now, think carefully," urges the stallion, "You will no longer be permitted amongst us if you choose this route.""I don't want to be among you," you retort, "Now let her go!"The stallion sighs."You could have been with us, forever," his voice distorts, his eyes turn red, "Now, we must burn you, too." The world is alight in flame. The grass crackles, the trees wilt, the very air turns to a noxious fume..."WAKE UP!"You snap awake, and see the face of Eris Gleam looking down at you. You're back in the cave, a bubble of protective magic around the both of you to prevent any of the spores being breathed in."We're nearly there," says Eris, "I'll protect you till we get out of this place."Eventually, you get to the end of the cave, and the starry night sky opens up above you, with not a cloud nor snowflake to be seen. The Northen Lights dance spectacularly across the starscape."Well," she asks, "Do you have the Keystone?"

DM: No matter. It must not be very annoying if you haven't, and so she feels comfortable continuing on as herself around you. Maybe someday you will notice all of the little things she does to amuse herself and others. Who knows. As for right now you are standing in your doorway, and are surprised to see her there with that determined look in her eyes and a sheepish grin, aforementioned greeting barely out of her mouth. It is very late, and has begun to rain lightly. How do you approach the situation?
Player: Shut the door.
DM: That was a little uncalled for, you have to admit. She may not dump you for that, but she's certainly hurt, and will have to find her way back home in the dark. You hope the rain either lets up or gets worse.
Player: Replay
DM: She always starts off every conversation with the same greeting. "Morning!" Every morning, noon, and night. She likes to think she's an equal opportunist offender no matter what the time of day. You don't know what you like about it, perhaps you haven't even noticed. Have you?
Player: Not really.
Player: Vaguely - Yes
DM: It's not the primary thing you notice however. But we won't get into that. Right now you're standing in your doorway, and are surprised to see her standing there with that determined look in her eyes and a sheepish grin, aforementioned greeting barely out of her mouth. It is very late, and has begun to rain lightly. How do you approach the situation?
Player: Invite her in.
DM: You notice she keeps her wet shoes and jacket in the corner near the door where they won't ruin the carpet. "Thanks," she smiles. "I'm sorry if this is a little sudden. I wanted to see you." The unanswered question comes through crystal clear. Did you want to see her? Probably. But at that exact moment? Hard to tell.
Player: It's nice to see you. Everything okay?
DM: Her face falls a little, but you've proven someone she can trust and feel comfortable around. "I'm not so sure I can talk about it, but thank you." She looks into your eyes, and wills you to see how sincerely grateful she is.
Player: So then why are you here?
DM: "I was wondering if we could watch some TV together? Or if you're busy I could just gather myself a moment? I promise not to bother you."
Player: You're not busy. It's the middle of the night.
DM: You recall her mention of TV. She's been over a few times before and knows you have a big TV downstairs and a collection of cult dvds. Although her tastes often clash with your own, you decide to ask, and brace yourself for her to mention some bad romcom or her latest obsession. That... or you could be up front and ask if she's going to be spending the night or not now. You'd rather not see her home tonight.
Player: Should I get out some spare pajamas if you're going to be staying?
DM: It could be a big step, with a silence between you that neither quite knows how to approach. Or it could just be routine. Either way, she blinks at you and takes a split second to gather herself. Does she intend to stay? She didn't really notice how late it was when she headed over. She hadn't really been thinking when she left. "Yes," she decides. "Thank you so much."

DM: You do not like the way that the villagers are acting. Glaring, you give out an order to your men to kill all who are acting violently towards your force. Your men carry out the order swiftly and decisively, striking them all down within a few minutes. You rest in the passive villagers' houses, and fall asleep.***The next day you set out towards Throfakin at a swift pace.
Player: Continue
DM: The next morning, you reach the smoking city of Throfakin. The walls are destroyed, and the small district on the surface seems deserted. As you get closer, you see that the entrance to the underground districts is open, and there are many dead soldiers laying about. You also notice piles of ash, and wonder if they are the remains of Witheron Knights.You search the city twice-over and find no sign of life. Eofrain is lying dead in his bedchamber, with his greatsword and many ash piles around him. You and Jorpangr bow your heads to honor him, and order the men to bury the dead.Early the next day, you wonder if the enemy would strike Thragnazil or Thoragrinn next, and ponder about what you should do.
Player: Hurry to Thoragrinn
DM: "We must march to Thoragrinn," you tell Jorpangr. "They will surely attack that city next, before moving on to Thragnazil."Jorpangr nods, but you feel as though he does not actually agree.You muster the men and set off at a fast pace to Thoragrinn.
DM: You reach Thoragrinn the next day, silent like Throfakin was. Nervously, you take twenty-four men, including Jorpangr, and approach the open gate. There are civilian bodies scattered across the road and inside buildings. You are horrified to see a mound of dead children outside of a school, and doubt your abilities when you see a large group of massacred soldiers. A detailed search reveals four hundred fifty dead soldiers, all of those who were stationed there at the time.Jorpangr approaches you as you prepare to leave the next day."Sire, we cannot contend with this army of Witheron Knights," he warns. "They are probably killing the last few dwarves at Thragnazil as we speak. I say we should head south, to Ankodar, where it may be safer."Although you fear to admit it, you agree that their army is better than your own. However, it would be an extremely cowardly and dishonorable move to retreat with a large portion of the Thragnazilian Army.
Player: Return to Thragnazil
DM: You march quickly for two days before you reach Thragnazil. The city is being attacked, and you see a massive army surrounding the area. It is definitely bigger and more powerful than the portion of Thragnazil's army that is currently under your command, so you doubt that you will be able to reach the city to help. You could try to fight the enemy from this side, which will make a large difference in the outcome of the battle. However, Jorpangr and most of your men are arguing that Thragnazil is lost, and that you should lead them south.
Player: Retreat
DM: "Thragnazil is lost," you tell the men. "We shall retreat, and go to Ankodar for aid."Several dwarves seem annoyed that you don't at least try to save Thragnazil, but they don't question your authority.You leave to the South.You find that every city you go to is destroyed, whether it is in Stellaron or Cendarea. You never find any others beside your group of dwarves. Even Hrostford is destroyed, which takes a big toll on you and your soldiers. You manage to stay alive in fairly comfortable conditions, leading the remains of a once-great nation now struggling to survive.

Player: Accept this as the truth

Player: A nature spirit
DM: The thing that has tied you to this world is your love of the world, of nature and of living things. You become a part of everything in nature; you are the breeze through the leaves of the trees, and, if someone is attentive and listens at just the right time, your voice can be heard in the very tides of the sea. Eventually, after billions of years, the sun supernovas. The planet earth is burnt away, and you are no longer tethered to the universe. A figure in a black robe with a scythe comes to greet you, at the end of all things.YOU SHALL MEET ME AT THE END OF EVERY ROAD. COME WITH ME AND AT LAST, WE SHALL WALK .And with that, Death takes you Away.ENDING UNLOCKED: One With Nature

DM: The demon raises its sword and brings it down towards your head. You instinctively block with a dagger, then consider your options in a split-second. This creature is much stronger than you are, so if you continue attempting the block, it will eventually break your defense. You also know that it is quite powerful otherwise and your only hope of defeating it will be to stop it for a moment.
Player: Dodge and sweep your leg into its feet
DM: You decide that the best way to kill this thing is to knock it to the ground. Maybe you won't even have to kill it, but that's somewhat unlikely. Either way, the move has to be made sometime, and now is the only time that it will likely result in you walking away alive.You leap to the side and kick to the side, hitting the demon in the foot. It's in a vulnerable position as you do this, luckily, and so the creature collapses to the ground, on its side. You reach down, grab the sword, and drive it through the thing's head.The body bursts into flame and the sword collapses. Dust falls through your fingers, then even that disappears into nothingness.The door looms before you. It is your only option.
Player: Through the door
DM: You walk forward slowly, trying not to collapse from the sheer fear of the situation. You almost got yourself killed, and the portal behind you has closed, so the only way out of this room is the door. Sighing, you step through the door and look around. The hallways branch out in three directions. You see a compass lying nearby and pick it up. It shows that you are facing north. Therefore you can tell that the hallways go north, northeast, and northwest.It seems a simple enough choice, but you decide that you are going to examine the area to see if you can find anything else. After a bit of searching, you come across a mark etched on the ground. It points towards the wall. How strange! Deciding that following its advice may be a good thing, you walk over to the wall.There appears to be a door here, hidden in the hopes that whoever might venture here would not find it. You reach towards it and push on it, but it will not open. There is no knob, making attempts to open it when it obviously opens outward quite problematic. Eventually, you wedge your dagger into the crack and push the door open.Inside the room is complete darkness, and you can't see anything. Because there's light out in the hall, this confuses you and, also, to some degree, repulses you from the sight. The hallway heading north is straight and gets ever wider as it goes along. You can see a door in the distance. The other two hallways, on the other hand, go farther than you can hope to see.Where will I go? you ask yourself silently, looking at the different options again. The room nearby you will not enter; your fear takes over and makes sure of that.

DM: You are quickly beginning to wish Brandolf had given you a torch, but given the nature of your quest he probably figured you didn't need to draw attention to yourself. Still, you can barely see more than a few feet in front of your face and it is only getting darker as you continue further inward. You run your hand along the right wall and move carefully, scouting each step with your foot to avoid a fall. Your heart is racing and you know that at any moment, something might come out and attack. Eventually, the cave leads into a small inner chamber with a campfire in the middle. Three humunculi are sitting around the campfire, roasting human limbs on a stick as if they were marshmellows. Fortunately, they are not aware of your presence and the campfire enables you to see there are several tunnels leading out from this chamber. On the other side of the chamber is a tunnel that goes deeper in, but you won't be able to go down this way undetected as long as the humunculi are here. There are also nondescript passsageways to the left and the right (large and small respectively) that you can reach as long as you stay in the shadows.
Player: Sneak Down The Left Passageway
DM: You press your body firmly against the back wall of the chamber and slowly make your way over to the entrance of the large passageway on the left. Occasionally the campfire will flicker light in your general direction giving you pause, but the humunculi are totally unaware of your presence. Eventually, you manage to make it to the passageway and it doesn't take long before you reach another chamber. You are greatly disheartened by what you see up ahead. A larger than normal humunculus stands in the center of the fairly well lit chamber and judging from his tribal decor you figure he must be someone of rank. The passageway continues at the other end of the chamber, but this creature blocks your path. At the moment, he is looking off to the side and does not notice your presence. You weigh your options.
Player: Draw Your Bow And Try To Kill Him From A Distance Before He Realizes You're Here.
DM: The room is too well lit to try and sneak past him and lunging forth at a superior foe with a short sword doesn't strike your fancy either. You decide to get creative and pull out the bow that Brandolf gave you in the council before you left. You ran a few practice shots before departing on this journey and you know you can at least hit a general target, though you'd be pretty hard pressed to achieve any kind of real accuracy. The first shot whizzes past the creatures head and into a nearby pillar of rock. His eyes go wide as he looks at the arrow then turns to look directly at you. You immediately pull back another arrow and take aim knowing this shot is going to make or break destiny. You aim for his chest as that is the broadest target available and the iron arrowhead may even reach his heart. As he lunges forth you close your eyes and release... You half expected you'd be dead by now but when you open your eyes you discover your arrow went through the creatures neck. He is now on his knees bleeding profusely and clutching his throat. Wasting no time, you finish him with your short sword, then dive into the darkest corner. The three humunculi heard the ruckus and have come down from their campfire to see what the commotion was. When they discover their fallen comrade, they go into a rage and start to look around. You dig into the corner as much as you can and clutch your sword. Two of the creatures move towards the unexplored passageway on the other side of the chamber while the third seems to be gravitating closer to your position. You begin to wonder if you should strike him by surprise while you still can or hope you can try to remain undiscovered.
Player: Remain In The Corner And Hope To Be Undiscovered
DM: Even if you succeeded in sneak attacking this one, what about the other two? You cannot possibly hope to defeat two humunculi, especially without the element of surprise on your side. Their monsters and let's face it, elementary school girls still best you at arm wrestling. Your best bet is to remain in the corner and pray. You sit there, hold your breath, and close your eyes. This is probably for the best, because its all over before you realize what's happening. The humunculus discovered you and struck you upside the head with such force that you suffered a fatal concussion. On the plus side, you didn't feel a thing. THE END

DM: You tell Eris that you'd like a little bit of time to explore the City. She looks impatient, but agrees."Very well," she says, "I'd like to get this done as soon as we can, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt if you looked about first. But after this, can we keep sightseeing to a minimum?"Though the shops are closed, a few public buildings are open. Where do you choose to go?
Player: The History Museum
DM: The History Museum has a new display on "The History of the Horned God".The display shows a huge flag, depicting two horns, with a plaque reading"Despite his importance to recent history, little is known about the Horned God. We do not know what he looked like; only that his flag, borne by his fearsome Vargur servants, depicts two, curled horns. Though many whisper of him as a demon from the depths of the Underworld, most scholars agree on a more prosaic theory; that the Horned "God" is simply a very powerful sorcerer, who's "demon" display is merely a facade to spread fear into his enemies. He is most known for using the vicious monssters that roam the land today as his army. He even went so far as to turn hallucinogenic mushrooms into towering fungi that could induce entire worlds into the mind of any pony unlucky enough to inhale its spores. However, after his defeat, while many of his monsters turned into roaming bands of predators and bandits, the majority of them went to hide away, deep in the wilderness, merely wanting to be left alone after the War took its toll even on these poor creatures."You look around a little more. You see all sorts of weaponry, from spears to swords, javelins to bows and arrows. It all seems a bit too real to you, as you remember your family using makeshift versions to defend from the Vargar. You shudder, and quickly leave the Museum.
Player: Explore the City

DM: You continue west with Frank and Cole across Kentucky and into Missouri. On the way you read in the newspapers that Tom Webb has been captured in Tennessee. He is put on trial, found guilty and sentenced to eight years for armed robbery. You and your veteran companions are exhausted by the time you get back to Missouri: this has been your most difficult escape from a bank robbery yet and you spent the winter and spring lying low until the gang reunites in the summer of 1876 in the small Missouri town of Otterville.
Player: The Gang reunites
DM: You and the other nine members of the James-Younger Gang who gather in an empty cabin on the edge of Otterville are the most wanted men in America. Jesse, grinning and carefree sits next to a dour and frowning Frank. Cole, tough and capable sits between his handsome, young brother Bob and his other brother Jim who looks like he is wishing he could be somewhere else. The joker Clell Miller and the tall Bill Chadwell are gazing at Jesse with something like adoration while the silent Charlie Pitts sits with them. Finally you are sitting next to the newest member of the Gang, another former Guerrilla but a bit of a weak link called Hoobs Kerry."Boys, we've had a turbulent couple of years but we sure are taking the fight to the Yankees, America's never known bandits like us before," Jesse declares. "My idea for this year is that we rob a train here in Missouri first and then go all the way up to Minnesota and rob one of those fat Northern banks up there. Bill here is from Minnesota and knows the area well and together the ten of us are unbeatable! We'll pull off a crime so audacious all of America will be talking about it!""I'm only here to try and stop you from getting my brothers Cole and Bob killed the way you got John killed," Jim Younger says dourly. "You can rob your train here without me.""Well I'm sorry you feel that way Jim," Jesse says, his smile not even flickering. "What do the rest of you say? You're all in aren't you?" Everyone else agrees and then it's your turn.
Player: Join Jim in sitting this robbery out
DM: You hide out with Jim at Hoob Kerry's Farm while the others pull off the robbery and rejoin you. You are all ready now to make the trip up to Minnesota and even Jim joins you to help protect his brothers. At the last moment Hoobs gets cold feet, he has been nervous ever since the train robbery and he insists on staying behind at his farm in Missouri. You and the other outlaws are not impressed but since you can't force him to go with you if he doesn't want to you all agree to let him back out of the planned robbery and make preparations to head up to Minnesota without him.
Player: Stay behind with Hoobs in Missouri
DM: The others are disappointed by your decision but accept it and you choose to stay behind at the Kerry Farm with Hoobs. One morning you are in the kitchen when there is a knock on the front door. When Hoobs goes to answer it you hear a voice cry out "Hoobs Kerry, you are under arrest!" Springing quietly to your feet you quickly consider your options. There are two doors out of the kitchen, one to a pantry and one leading outside, you can either hide in the pantry or run out the back door and make for the nearby woods.
Player: Hide in the pantry
DM: Quickly and quietly you cross the room, slip inside the pantry and close the door behind you. Unfortunately for you the lawmen search the house to see if anyone is hiding there and soon discover your hiding place. Dragged out you are taken into custody with Hoobs Kerry who soon starts singing like a canary, identifying all the members of the James-Younger Gang including you and claiming you took part in the Otterville Train Robbery, whether you did or not. Your trial is a foregone conclusion so you plead guilty to armed robbery of a train and escape with the incredibly light sentence of two years imprisonment.While you are in prison the rest of the gang tries to rob a bank in Northfield, Minnesota but the alarm is raised and an epic gunfight breaks out. Bill and Clell are killed and soon after Charlie is killed and Cole, Bob and Jim are all wounded and captured in a second major gunfight. Only Frank and Jesse James succeed in escaping Minnesota and when you are released in 1878 you immediately return to Missouri to rejoin them, Hoobs has already been released and gone into hiding. By the following year Jesse has formed a new Gang and he invites you to join them.

DM: Sebastian wasn't much of a social type and she immediately headed towards the corner. Though she would have to wait longer, she could pull over her travel cloak and watch the people enter and exit the inn. After fifteen pebbles (minutes) the barmaid finally came to look after her."Whattya have missy?" she asks."Two boiled eggs, three strips of bacon, and sweetbread. Oh and that freshly squeezed apple juice."The Barmaid nodded and headed to the back.A few minutes later two suspicious looking swordsmen entered the bar and began to look around, Sebastian huddled deep into her seat and covered herself with her travel cloak. Their eyes graze her and they approach the barkeep. "Ya seen a lass, silver hair? Dressed in silver armor? We're lookin' for her and there's five coppers fo the finder."The barkeep shakes his head, "I've seen plenty of travelers but I think I'd remember a silver headed maid. Especially wearing armor.""Fair then, we'll keep looking but we'll check back."The men turn and head out of the inn and back onto the roadside.Fifteen minutes later breakfast comes. The eggs are runny and the bacon has cooled but both are still edible. After finishing her meal Sebastian leaves the inn and begins to head to the stables. She expects a conflict but apparently, the men have moved on. She released Arbalest from the Stableboy with an extra copper for his services and again hits the road.
Player: Mid End Road
DM: The afternoon journey is peaceful, the sun dabbles in the sky like a doddering old man and Arbalest is enjoying his freedom. He prances down the road and Sebastian lets the spirited Charger make his own pace. The travelers, pilgrims, refugees, and soldiers that pass all move to her side as she flows by like the breeze. Soon, she reaches a bridge. The Sign says 'Shale Bridge'.She;d heard rumors of Bandit activities in the area so she decided to be cautious, just in case. No problems here. She passed over the bridge paying a mere copper toll. Idly she thought of the many dozens of coppers the toll bridge collected each day.It was reaching nightfall by the time she reached a crossroads where, in addition to the hanging body of a bandit was a four-directional sign that read:SOUTH - HANDLE'S MILL - 3 MILESNORTH - AITOL - 5 MILESEAST - CELIKA - 15 MILESWEST - WEST - HELMSWORTH - 7 MILESSebastian knows that she has to go to Helmsworth for the Ring.
Player: Continue to Helmsworth
DM: Sebastian, despite her normal curiosity and wanderlust has a mission and she continues past the crossroads towards Helmsworth and the monstrous smith. It is now night and she pulls up her crossbow and rests it on her lap as she drives Arbalest onward.Surprisingly, she remains unaccosted as her journey continues through the woods though she hears wolves, night birds, and even sees faery lights in the distance once or twice. Sticking to the road was her best plan, arrive by midnight and find lodging. This was exactly what she meant to do.The half moon shone through the dense trees as she rode up a hill and looked down at the twinkling of lights in the distance. She purred Arbalest onwards, "We're almost there. Easy now boy. We'll be eating afore the Stone (hour) is closed."After forty pebbles of travel she arrived at a small town with a picket fence and two men on guard at the only gate, the leader, a grizzled man of approximately forty five summers growls, "Who be ye!?! We don't like trab'lers comin' in the night. Declare yourself and your intentions."

DM: "This necro-whatever is probably spreading around the bad parts of Fairmont, not the middle of nowhere. You've got a bite, and an infection. You won't turn into a vampire, I swear," You force a smile, listen to the radio (even if you hate the song), and put up your best act as the 'confident, leadership-type' as you and Mike head into Spearville.Mike's facial expression seems to change. He even laughs a bit, "What the hell are we listening to? Haha, I guess I was a little too desperate to get away from that reporter, right?" He monkeys around with the dials, finding some old country station that he seems to like, then leaves the radio alone."Look, 'Welcome to Spearville'. Just what we were looking for, right Mike?""Yeah, just keep heading straight. There's a small, local practice a couple blocks from here."
Player: Keep driving, you'll be there soon.
DM: There's a stop sign coming up, you lightly press the brakes, getting ready for a gradual stop."What the fuck? Move, com'on, we need to go!" Mike is sweating, and starts looking around. Maybe a little paranoid? The infection getting to him?"Mike, it's a stop sign. I'm not gonna go barreling down the goddamn road, passing stops as I please. I'll try to hurry up, just calm down."His face shifts again. He isn't happy. You start to put pressure on the gas pedal, but-"Pull over! Fuck! I can walk faster than you're driving," He opens the door, and steps outside. His motion is sloppy, yet robotic. Cool, controlled movements that are overwhelmed by a spastic, anxious fear of death or zombification, as if it were a real thing.Behind him, maybe 50 feet away, you see a figure dart across a parking lot. Mike whips his body around, "That's the fucker that bit me!" He charges after the unknown figure. You couldn't tell if it was the right man, only Mike saw him close up. But, Mike wasn't thinking clearly.
Player: You have to go catch Mike and get him some medical treatment.. Crap..
DM: You climb out of the car, being careful about your ankle, then walk toward the parking lot Mike dashed into. "Mike! Hey, Mike!" The parking is for a small convenience store. To your left, a half dozen homes. Right, the same thing, plus a small playground. Spearville is small, so small that with the exception of Dripping Springs, you've never been anyplace so quiet. Then,*Wham**Thud*A familiar sound.. Mike got ahold of whoever that was.You speed up, jogging with a very slight limp. The ankle almost feels normal again. The *thud*s continue, meaning that someone's taking a decent beating. Then, you hear a different noise. A tearing? No, a squelching? Mike is just around the corner.
Player: You need to investigate.
DM: Peeking around the corner, you can see Mike crouched over someone. Blood is leaking from the body underneath him, covering the rough, uneven texture of the concrete with a thick, smooth maroon pool. No ripples. No streams. Just a single, circular body of liquid expanding until the body is entirely bled out. Mike stands, and rapidly spins around to face you, losing his balance, but quickly recovering it.The corpse was a woman. The woman had a stomach. The corpse has a crater. A gaping pit of coiled intestine. It's almost as if there was never a life here. The image of a woman fades. All you see is a mangled pile of flesh.Mike opens his mouth, dripping blood and shouts, "I fucking killed that bastard! He bit me, and I killed him!" Then he went silent. You remained silent, in shock. The *plip* *plop* of the blood and saliva from his mouth hitting the pool below us alone broke the dead silence around us.This can't be the person that bit him.. Mike is wrong.. He went crazy. What the fuck?"Mike.. Mike, you.. uh..""I found him! I did, I did, I killed the fuck. Killed the bastard fuck."

DM: You and John join the others in Arizona where you tell them about the bank robbery and what has happened to Red, the others are downcast but not overly-concerned. You all agree you will relax in the city for a month or two and when Red is better you'll all hit some more banks together in the Midwest. Everything seems to be going well until one evening you and John are heading over to Russell's apartment to see if he wants to join you all for a drink. As you approach the cottage door you notice blood on the step. Turning around you are startled to find yourself facing two lawmen, guns in their hands."Put up those hands or we'll shoot you," one of the men threatens.This time you get no chance to run. You and John slowly raise your hands. The Tucson Police take you into custody, it later transpires there was a fire at the hotel some of the gang was staying at, a fireman recognized them from wanted pictures and warned the police. In one day you, John, Harry, Charles and Russell are all arrested after brief struggles.You and John and transferred to Crown Point, Indiana for trial where you are both suspected of taking part in the East Chicago Bank Robbery ten days before your arrest where a policeman was shot and killed. If convicted you could face the electric chair. You are downcast but John remains upbeat, he has no intention of staying in jail for long...
Player: John's greatest trick
DM: One morning a civilian cleaner comes in to clean the cells when John, brandishing a wooden gun, jumps forwards and takes him prisoner. Using the cleaner to summon four guards from the guardroom outside the cell block one by one you and John take them all prisoner and lock them in the cells. Once that is accomplished you take one of the guards hostage and order him in front of you."I'll be goddamned if I'll help you get out of here," he snaps at you. "Shoot and be goddamned.""I have everything to gain and nothing to lose," John warns him icily. "You can either be a dead hero or a live coward. You have a wife and baby that you love dearly and would like to see again haven't you?"The guard gives in. Using the guard as a prisoner you go down to the guardroom where you and John arm yourselves with two machine guns. Moving into the jail's kitchen you capture three more guards. One of the guards, a giant of a man, takes one look at your machine gun and declares "I'll take that thing and shove it up your ass!""My god Bill," your hostage guard exclaims. "Don't! They mean business."You quickly disarm your new prisoners and herd them down to the prison's garage where two mechanics are at work. Taking them prisoner you choose a car, pile in with two hostages and drive out of town. John is so happy he stars singing on the way. After dropping your two prisoners off you speed on, elated to be free once again.Through Red you arrange a meeting with Homer Van Meter and his gang.
Player: The Terror Gang
DM: Seven men meet in Minneapolis: you, John Dillinger, Red Hamilton, Baby Face Nelson, Homer Van Meter, Tommy Carroll and Eddie Green. You are all experienced bank robbers, most of you are killers and together you form one of the deadliest gangs of Outlaws in American History. You, John, Red and Homer are old friends and it is through this connection with Homer that John and Red are accepted into the Nelson Gang after their respective prison escapes and recovery from gunshot wounds.Baby Face Nelson is a youthful, dangerous little man with great ambitions that contrast sharply with John's more easy-going demeanour and Red's more absent-minded loyalty. Homer remains a skinny loner while Tommy, a handsome and deadly ex-boxer and Eddie, a red-haired veteran criminal, make up the rest of the gang.You already have your targets picked: two banks at Sioux Falls, South Dakota and Mason City, Iowa. You plan to hit the first bank the next day, meanwhile Nelson (everyone calls him Jimmy), who considers himself the leader of the gang, wants to drive down and check out the bank with his friend petty criminal John Chase while the rest of you go over your plans and make ready for the robbery.
Player: Take it easy and prepare for the robbery tomorrow
DM: Snow lies thickly on the ground as you and your companions drive into the little town of Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Eddie stays in the car, Tommy and Red take positions at the door while Jimmy leads the rest of you into the busy bank. Jimmy pulls a machine gun out from under his coat and the rest of you draw your pistols."This is a hold up!" Jimmy shouts. "Everyone on the floor!"Almost immediately an alarm starts ringing, John and Homer ignore it as they head into the vault while you and Jimmy guard the terrified hostages."I'd like to know who set the alarm off," Jimmy yells, striding up and down the bank angrily and pointing his machine gun at people. "Who did it? Who? If you want to get killed just make some move! Go on, just make some move!"Looking out the window you see a policeman on a motorbike stop just outside the bank."Shoot him," Jimmy yells at you.
Player: Ignore Jimmy
DM: You ignore Jimmy and a moment later he fires a burst of bullets through the bank window, hitting the cop several times. As the policeman falls to the floor Nelson laughs."I got one," he yells. "I got one!"Moments later John and Homer are finished in the vault and hurrying outside surrounded by hostages you all scramble into the car. A few stray shots are fired at you, Jimmy fires bursts from his machine gun in reply. On the drive out of town you count the money and find you have stolen $46,000, making your share $6,500.A week later you all drive into Mason City, Iowa for your next bank job. Tommy stays in the car and Jimmy and John guard the doors while you lead Homer, Eddie and Tommy into the large First National Bank. Upon entering Eddie fires a burst of bullets from his machine gun into the ceiling."Hands up! Hands up!" you shout. "Everybody on the floor!"Homer strides towards the counter, one of the teller runs from the counter into an office and tries to slams the door. Homer fires a burst of bullets through the thin wooden door and you hear a shout of pain. Suddenly there is a strange whumping noise and something hits Eddie in the back. It is a tear gas canister and it quickly begins leaking out clouds of gas.Looking up you see a blue-uniformed guard sitting in a cage lined with bulletproof glass, he has just fired the tear gas through a narrow gun slit and is hastily trying to reload the tear gas gun."Get that son of a bitch with the tear gas!" Eddie yells at you, rubbing his back angrily.

DM: Yeah, it's probably not a good idea to go wandering around in the dark without a flashlight. I opened the coat closet to look for my old nightstick of a flashlight. Not the brightest but nice and heavy in case I need to hit something... and it's also not put away where it's supposed to be. Great. I rummaged around in the closet a bit longer for good measure but eventually had to give up. I briefly considered calling it a night and going to bed but remembered the flashlight I keep on my nightstand for power outages. It's nothing in the way of weapons but it makes light at least.I briefly considered the foolishness of going outside in the middle of the night chasing a scary sound but it seemed too late to change my mind. I was too awake to actually sleep at this point and even though the sound was fading from my memory at this point I had to have a look around.
Player: LED flashlight
DM: I didn't think the sound was close enough for me to see the source but I walked to the front window anyway and peered into the half-darkness. It was one of those short nights near the summer solstice where it never seemed to truly get dark. Even at- I squinted at the nearby wall clock- 3 am, the night was dimly lit from city lights on the horizon and by the nearly full moon. Despite the season, I could tell it was chilly outside. Thick patches of fog lay low over the fields as if the clouds themselves had fallen from the sky. Beyond my driveway, I could just make out the pastures across the neighborhood's dirt road. The grass ended abruptly with a hill whose fog was backlit by some kind of floodlight they keep on all night at the dairy farm that uses the pasture. To the left of my driveway was the home of a neighbor who owned the dairy, and to the left of his house the dirt road went twisting into the woods. Supposedly there was a house in there somewhere, pulled down by blackberry vines, on a property left to stagnate by someone who didn't want to deal with it.
Player: Go outside to investigate.
DM: I slipped on a jacket and shoes, unlocked my front door and stepped out onto the front porch. I was greeted with nearly the same scene as I saw out the window. It was difficult to see much of anything beyond the reach of my porch light but I figured I could go wander into the darkness without tripping on anything if I let my eyes adjust for a little bit. A breeze whipped through the trees and the rustling sound gave me the chills. It's been a while since I heard the sound I was out here to investigate in the first place though, so maybe it was nothing?
Player: Go back inside.
Player: I wonder if the neighbor decided to investigate as well.
DM: I walked up my driveway and made a left toward the neighbor's house. I thought he might be conducting his own late night investigation or at least be able to confirm that I wasn't the only one who heard whatever the sound was. I climbed the stairs to his porch and was surprised to see the front door wide open with no nearby lights turned on inside. "Hello?" I called into the house and shined my flashlight through the door but got no response.
Player: Look around inside the house.
DM: I slowly crept my way into the house, keeping an eye out for my neighbor and for anything scary. The front door opened into an entryway and a short hallway with a living room to the right and the kitchen straight ahead. It looked like there was a light on somewhere off to the side of the kitchen area so I headed that direction first. As I got closer I realized I could see blood splattered on the floor and counters from a source just out of sight. I peeked around the corner at the end of the hall and located my neighbor. "Mangled" would be a good word to describe the corpse. I could see ribs sticking out before I had to avert my gaze to stifle the nausea. Near his body was a rifle and an open gun safe in the pantry closet. He must have died retrieving the weapon. "Looks like I'm in deep now," I muttered as I picked up the bloodied gun. I hadn't been to a shooting range in years but I hoped I remembered how to use it.
Player: Gun
DM: I was not about to find out what could make a sound like that. Those are not my cows and I'm not gonna go out there like some kind of animal cop and try to wrangle a mystery creature. If something outside requires my attention it can wait until tomorrow when it's light out. I very calmly speed walked back to my bed, turning on every light in the house on the way and practically flew under the covers. I covered up my feet and face like a rational person and tried to sleep. The next morning I was awoken by flashing police lights lining the dirt road and my driveway. I put on a jacket and stumbled out of the house toward a nearby conversing pair of officers, questions on my tongue."-just grisly. How many more times will we have to see this shit? God damn that little witch." I swallowed nervously. So much for a quiet neighborhood.[Neutral End]
Player: Reset Game
DM: It's been almost a year since I moved into this house. It's not exactly in the middle of nowhere but it's out there some distance from town in an area made from an odd mixture of dairy farms and large suburban homes with land. I myself was searching for peace and quiet and thought I had found it in the surrounding pastures, woods, and nearly-empty roads. It was sometime in the summer that I jolted awake to some kind of noise outside. Coyotes were nothing unusual for the area, often making a racket at night with their unsettling half-crying-dog half-wolf-howl noises. Unfortunately, this was something different. Now that I was awake, I needed a drink of water. I plodded to the kitchen with some annoyance and had just put my used glass in the sink when I heard the sound again. This time it made the hair in my neck stand on end. It was long and low like the moo of a cow but crackled like a human scream.
Player: Go look out the window.
Player: It's pretty dark, I should grab a flashlight.

DM: Where to go now...
Player: Pet Store
DM: Wow, sucky selection here....Well, buy something dude!!!
Player: Bunny ($20)
DM: Aww it's a bunny!!!
Player: :3 let's go home
Player: Leave the store
Player: Store
DM: Okay, welcome to the store!!!! What the hell do you want to buy? (Buy at least two things)
Player: Lemons ($3)
DM: Good idea, buying lemons to make lemonade with. Well, here they are.
Player: Lemons
DM: You idiot, you'll go bankrupt and lose the store if people don't buy lemonade! Now pull up your pants and lets get to work.
Player: Okay....
DM: Okay, what do you think we should do?
Player: Make a new lemonade recipe!
DM: Wow, that is a surprisingly good idea, coming from you!!! Okay. Now if we want to make a recipe, we're gonna have to buy some ingredients. To the store?
Player: To the store!!!
Player: Artificial cow urine ($4)
DM: Ummmm....No idea why you would buy that.....wouldn't want that in MY lemonade, but here's your pee.
Player: That's enough stuff, let's leave.
DM: Okay!!! We got stuff and now it's fun time!! Head to the map and choose watcha wanna do.
Player: MAP
Player: Sugar ($2)
DM: Yeah...sugar. That'll come in handy for making lemonade. Take your sugar.
Player: Sugar
Player: Go to the other lemonade store and steal their recipe!
DM: That's really low, bro. Let's do it!!!Hmm, there's a dude there selling lemonade. What should we do?
Player: Buy lemonade...and then try to copy it. ($5)
DM: That's a good idea, coming from you. Okay, here's the lemonade. Check out the ingredients and then lets go to the store and buy it.
Player: Glass of Lemonade

DM: You tell her your story. She snorts."What a load of rot!" She says, "Talking trees...as if!"And she slams the door in your face.
Player: Travel to Hobbiton
Player: Go towards Overhill Forest
DM: You go towards the dark and deep woods. The sky above you is cloudy, and as you look into the trees, you realise that you can't see all the way through. You shudder in a way that has nothing to do with the cold.Do you travel into the woods?
Player: Turn away from the woods, and travel back to Hobbiton
Player: Visit the Town Hall
DM: The Town Hall is the largest building you have seen in the Shire, though it is only the size of a medium-sized Big Folk inn.You go inside, and it is very quiet here. The Mayoral elections are due to be held, but not for a while yet.You look through the two candidates' policies; their names are "Ted Sandyman" and "Will Whitfoot".
Player: Read Will Whitfoot's policies
DM: You read through Will Whitfoot's policies. They include things like protecting the trees and forests of the Shire, as well as ensuring that the poorest Hobbits still get the food, water, shelter and healthcare that they need. Hunting of any non-violent animal, such as deer or foxes, is completely outlawed, and only dangerous wolves and goblins can be killed.Will Whitfoot also proposes that the Mill be taxed, and that it should be made to use far less lumber, in order to further protect the enviornment.

DM: You and Tommy run left, stumbling through the woods for an hour before reaching a house where you steal a car and drive to St Paul. You reach safety ahead of the rest of the Gang and learn that John, Red and Homer were in another high-speed gunfight while driving into St Paul during which Red was hit and killed. Jimmy also managed to escape Little Bohemia Lodge, killing an FBI Agent in the process. You manage to reunite with John and Homer in St Paul, both are in a grim mood after seeing your friend Red die and having to bury him. The four of you quickly plan another bank robbery.
Player: Another Bank Job
DM: One spring afternoon the four of you drive into the little town of Fostoria, Ohio where Tommy stays in the car while you, John and Homer stride into the bank. You all pull machine guns out from under your coats."Stick them up," Homer yells. The staff raise their arms, one of the female tellers starts to cry."Don't kill me," she pleads to Homer."You be quiet and I won't," he tells her.While John empties the vault you and Homer remain in the lobby, watching the customers. As you do a policeman suddenly bursts through the bank's front doors, a pistol in his hand."Shoot him," Homer yells, raising his own gun.
Player: Shoot the policeman
DM: You raise your machine gun and fire a single shot, hitting the policeman in the chest. He staggers back out of the bank's doors. John is soon finished and the pair of you sprint out of the bank and into the car, which Tommy has parked just outside. Roaring out of town you find you have stolen $17,000, of which your share is $4,200.You all talk and decide it would be a good idea to split up again, you still have no idea where Jimmy is and you are all the most wanted men in the country. John and Homer have the bright idea of buying a truck in Chicago and living in the back of that while Tommy plans to go to lie low in little towns in Iowa. You need to choose who to accompany.
Player: Go with John and Homer to hide out in Chicago
DM: You, John and Homer head to Chicago where you buy a red truck, put mattresses in the back and essentially live in it for a month. In the evenings you sit in the large cabin at the front and talk: it's not much of a way to live but at least it is keeping you alive. One evening you are sitting in the front of the truck talking when a police car pulls up alongside you with two men in it. One of them orders you all out of the truck.Homer picks up a machine gun.
Player: Join Homer in opening fire at the cops
DM: Before Homer can react you raise your machine gun and fire twenty bullets into the police car, hitting both policemen several times and killing them. You promptly drive away from the scene of the crime and flee Chicago. You continue to drive around on the run, hearing on the radio that Tommy was recognized by lawmen in Iowa and killed in a gunfight. With the gang dwindling you reluctantly re-establish contact with Jimmy and arrange a rendezvous in Indiana.
Player: The Gang back together again
DM: It is a weary and hunted group of men who gather in Indiana at the end of June. By this point you and John have survived being part of two outlaw gangs who have all been arrested or killed and now the members of your third gang are being hunted down and killed one by one. The writing is on the wall and while you and Homer are downcast and depressed John and Jimmy, who is never afraid of anything, remain upbeat and optimistic.Jimmy brings his friend John Chase with him and the five of you discuss robbing a bank in the town of South Bend. You are worried about lack of members but Jimmy persuades the rest of you to let his friend John, a handsome and loyal but not over-intelligent individual, to join your Gang. You accept and that sunny day drive into South Bend to pull off your latest robbery.You park the car and all climb out, Jimmy stays next to the car while you and Homer take up positions outside the bank while the two John's go inside. You hear gunshots inside. There is a policeman further down the street and at the sound of the shots he starts walking towards the bank. At your side Homer raises his rifle.
Player: Shoot the cop
DM: You raise your rifle and fire a single shot into the policeman's chest, fatally wounding him. At the sounds of the gunshots Jimmy opens fire with his machine gun after a civilian shot him in his bullet proof vest - you see a teenager sprint across the street and jump on Jimmy's back, Jimmy manages to throw him off through a shop window.Your companions emerge from the bank surrounded by several hostages, together you move towards the car. Policemen are running to the scene and despite the hostages they open fire on you all anyway. Two hostages are hit in the legs and suddenly Homer falls, a bullet in his head. The wound looks serious but to your amazement Homer manages to struggle into the getaway car. You all drive out of town.Sitting in the back you count the money and find you have stolen $28,000, making your share $5,400. Homer's wound is bleeding a lot but turns out to be little more than a flesh wound. After some quick discussion you agree it is best if you all split up, John is going to hide out with friends in Chicago, Jimmy and John Chase are going to rent an apartment just outside Chicago while Homer is driving down to St Paul to lie low. You need to choose who to accompany.
Player: Hide out in Chicago with John
DM: You go with John to Chicago where you lie low at the apartment of some lady friends of his for a few weeks. In the newspapers you read about how Jimmy and John Chase shoot two policemen and evade capture outside town. John talks about a major train robbery he is thinking of pulling off before fleeing to South America, you like the idea.After three weeks in hiding you both go to check out at a movie at the Biograph Theatre called Manhattan Melodrama with John's two lady friends. The movie is a good one, featuring Clark Gable as a petty criminal turned killer called Blakie. At the end of the movie he is executed for a murder and says "Die the way you live, all of a sudden. Don't drag it out, living like that doesn't mean a thing."After the movie ends John turns to you and says quietly "It is time to go."The two of you, together with your lady companions, all stand up and walk out of the cinema. As you walk down the street you notice men in suits walking rapidly towards you from the right, glancing back you see three more men in suits walking quickly up behind you. They can only be FBI Agents. John has seen them too: he slips his hand in his pocket for his pistol and at the same time steps forward to run towards an alley that opens up just ahead of you to the left.
Player: Run for the alley
DM: You concentrate on running and break ahead of John as pistol shots ring out behind you. The Agents are focusing on shooting John, giving you the precious few seconds you need to make it to the alley and race down it. Luck is on your side: there is an open side door to the Biograph Cinema immediately on your left. You dart through it and slam it shut, as you do your last sight is John collapsing dead to the ground at the mouth of the alley.You race through the cinema, fists pounding on the locked door behind you: the Biograph has an opening onto two different streets and you race through to the one that opens into the street on the other side of the building from the first exit you used. Hailing a passing taxi you order the driver to take you downtown as fast as possible.John Dillinger is dead and you are now the most hunted man in America: you have no choice but to hide out with Jimmy.

DM: You reach a large but unoccupied chamber filled with rugged rock formations that hang from the ceiling and jut upward from the ground. Clear pools of water dot the floor and in the distance, fireflies can be seen dancing around in the sky. There is a large passageway on the left hand side of the chamber, and another passageway on the right, near the fireflies. Despite hearing no sounds of any nearby creature activity, you decide it best to remain in the shadows and pick your next destination carefully.
Player: Take The Passageway On The Right, Near The Fireflies
DM: You carefully maneuver towards the right hand passageway, eager to ensure your every step is as quiet and well placed as possible. You step inside the passageway to discover a large pool with crystal clear water that is cool to the touch and ever so refreshing. There sure are a lot of fireflies in this room though. What was once a pretty sight is starting to get aggrivating. As you lean in for another drink of water the fireflies start moving in closer around you and you soon realize that their touch kinda burns. These things are definitely more malevolent than you initially suspected and you are racing to thing of any possible solution for this situation. The simple solution would be to just run like hell through the swarm and back out into the chamber you came from. Another idea would be to jump into the pool and submerge yourself so the fireflies can't hurt you. Whichever you decide, you're going to have to act NOW.
Player: Run Through The Swarm
DM: This is no time to play around, these things hurt and you need to get out of here. You charge through the heart of the swarm, flailing your arms and trying to get back out into the mainchamber as soon as you possibly can. Their touch burns, and you are taking a lot of burns, but you are determined not to cry out lest you draw the attention of the caves other inhabitants. Though it only took you a few moments to get back out to the main cavern, you have a multitude of small, circular burns on your arms, face, and sides. It sucks, but hey... live and learn. Even pretty things can be mean. And you're still alive so there's that. Time to continue on your quest.
Player: Time To Continue On Your Quest
Player: Take The Large Passageway On The Left
Player: Sneak Down The Small Right Passageway
DM: You press your body firmly against the back wall of the chamber and slowly work your way around to the right passageway. You pause whenever the campfire flickers light in your general direction, but the humunculi are completely unaware of your presence.

DM: You stand still and accept death but only feel air around you. You open your eyes and find sawblades all around you. You did it."Congradulations Tony, now get out so you can get out." Marie says. You can see the dry tears on her cheeks. You think of a tool used ion a map. What was it called... ummm..... OH a compass rose, yeah you think of it like that. NE has the biggest gap but the sharpest blades. SE has the smallest gap but the South one has the dullest blades and the East one has the sharpest. The SW has the 2 dullest blades and the smallest gap. Lastly the NW has one dull and one sharp blade but a medium gap. Which one do you choose?
Player: NW
DM: Your so confident that you will make it through that you forget about your matchete problem that's all it took, your dead. GAME OVER'Lesson learned; don't get cocky kids, sheesh.' x_x
Player: Previous Page
Player: NW
Player: NE
DM: You make it through the course and out to the main room. Marie is no longer in the spectator chair. You find her where you first saw her. You run up to her and take off the gag. "Tony I knew you could do it.'She cried happily."Shhh, we need to get out of here." You say. "But the matchete h-how will you--" She starts."I'll manage." You finish. You both go to the small square tunnel Marie spotted. You allow Marie to go first. As she goes through you enter. You don't feel the the pain as the blade goes out of your neck, you only hear the screams and see the blood.
Player: Die
DM: Death: Severed while trying to escape'You really thought Jason was going to let you and Marie escape. Well lemme explain, you were dead as soon as you got caught you picked wrong so RIP. :P

DM: You didn't know where to look at first. Soliders of every race were there. Even the rare gnomes who seldom leave their underground caverns. Manning the battlements were elves who's archery skills were legendary, the dwarfs who practically invented using axes in battle were sitting by the gates while men, who were the most effected by the Black hand, were everywhere. "Raven, the council wants to see you in an hour. Feel free to explore the castle!" Molly called across the courtyard. Sparrow sidled up next to you and tugged on your sleeve "I'll be in the infirmary helping the healers, they never know about forest herbs." She spoke before vanishing into the crowd. You could go to the barracks to talk to the men, or there was always the hospital, or you could tour the walls. (You might want to tour the walls first.)
Player: Tour the walls
DM: You looked for a way up to the walls and spotted a thin path leading up to the battlements. It went back and forth, with a five foot wide wooden section about thirty feet up. As you began the long climb up the stairs, an elven woman called out to you, "Greetings! You're the one who came with the griffin weren't you?" You drifted nearer to her. "Yeah. Who are you and how did you know?" "Name's Elestria and you should know walls have ears around here." She said as as a man came up to you with a spear in one hand, while the other hand cuffed you on the shoulder. "Yar, you're the kid who slid under my spear. How'd ya do that?" He asked. "This my friend, he's probably the best spear man in the castle. Probably in the whole realm." Elestria commented, affectionately . " I noticed your spear was aimed at my eye, and no one would expect me to go under a spear, much less towards one." You commented. It's then that a dwarf sergeant yells down at your new acquaintances. "You two get back to your duty! And you boy, get off the wall! You're cloggin' up traffic!" You say goodbye to Elestria and the man and head down to the ground level. You still have forty forty-five minutes. Where do you want to go next?
Player: Go to the barracks
DM: You head to the square. Stout looking buildings stand to the north of the center square. Opening the door, you examine the scene. There is a group of elves to the left , dwarves to the right and men sitting around a table in the middle, with all the races scattered among bunks, doing various activities. "Hey, that's the kid I was tellin' you guys about!" One woman commented, gesturing to you as she punched a man in the arm. "Wow, I'm surprised one of your stories is true Sid. I thought this was like you killing a mountain troll with your boot!" A man on her left snorts before taking a bite of cheese. The man and woman laughed in unison before the woman spoke up. "Relax Sid, we know most of your tales are true, if a little embellished." Chuckling after a moment's hesitation. Talking to the men, women, elves and dwarves proved to be a longer task than you would have expected and you were surprised when you realized that you'd spent the rest of your free time here. Time to go.

DM: You follow the path through a tunnel of thick tropical jungle and come to a three-way junction with paths trailing off to the northwest, southwest and southeast. None of them are signposted and with the hot sun beaming down on you it feels very humid, sweat is running down your face as you consider which way to go.
Player: Northwest
DM: Walking along steadily you follow a path along the sea shore until you come to a large beach signposted Da Mei Shau Beach. Its smooth golden sands stretch all the way from the clear blue seas up to three white buildings built for tourists: a bar, a restaurant and a hotel. Three paths split off from the beach to the northwest, northeast and southeast but only the northwest one is labelled with a sign that reads "To Yung Shue Wan Village".
Player: Go into the restaurant
DM: You go into the restaurant: a few couples and families are sitting at tables while a uniformed waiter circulates among them. You are not hungry so after glancing around you leave. On reflection you are not sure what else you were really expecting to find here anyway.
Player: Go into the bar
DM: You walk into the bar. It's a nice bar. A few tourists are sipping drinks and a bored looking bartender is watching TV. You're too young to order a drink so after glancing around for a bit you leave.
Player: Go southeast
Player: Go northeast
DM: Trudging along the path you come to a wide, flat and open plateau atop a hill. There are a number of odd square formations of stone in neat lines lying off to one side, adjacent to it is what looks like a small cemetery except for the strange fact that all the graves are unmarked. Nearby is a huge old oak tree, looking oddly grim and menacing despite the beautiful day. A very old Japanese man leaning on a walking stick is standing near the tree lost in thought. Paths trail off downhill to the northwest and southwest.
Player: Examine the small cemetery
DM: This small cemetery is certainly an odd place. The stones are definitely headstones and about twelve graves lie evenly spaced out in two straight lines but the stones bear absolutely no inscriptions at all and apparently never did. You have never heard of a tombstone with no names on it before and the little mystery puzzles you.
Player: Examine the stone lines
DM: You walk towards the strange stone lines. They are perfectly rectangular and evenly spaced in two lines, after a while you realize they are the foundation walls of buildings. It seemed there was a small village of about twenty buildings here at one point but for some reason all the buildings were dismantled or fell down and now only the foundations remain to be seen.
Player: Follow the path southwest

DM: "...After many tenacious air raids over London, the daring amphibious invasion of England was a success. London fell to our forces on March 3rd, 1941..."Skip..
Player: Skip 4
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Player: Enter the Exhibit
Player: Continue 1
DM: "The Jews were notable for manipulating money for their greed. This display demonstrates their insurmountable greed."
Player: Continue 2
DM: "In the work camps established by our glorious leaders, where the Jews could prove themselves to be valuable members of society, they could not overcome their idleness. This led to their ultimate demise."This exhibit...
Player: Continue 3
DM: "All over the world, people have rejoiced over the eradication of the insidious Jewish population. No longer do we need to fear the Jews corrupting our children, influencing our society, or planning revolts to topple our governments. The world has truly become a better place."It's...different when you read about it in the books. These are the last surviving artifacts to an entire culture. I went to the burnings when I was younger...But I didn't understand what they were about.Now I know what was really happening-The extermination of a whole society. The destruction of thousands of years of culture.
Player: You Begin to Think...
DM: Gone.Lost to the ages.Never to be exhumed again.The Jews might have been sneaky, but did they deserve this?Does any group deserve this, no matter how evil they supposedly acted?No matter how many radical terrorist acts they allegedly committed?I don't think so. It's funny.I've been raised to hate the Jews, everything in my culture tells me that they are evil corrupters who will stop at nothing because of their greed-and yet I'm pitying them.Because they were human.Maybe not great humans, but if you look at any group, none of them are "great human beings".Do we then all deserve the same fate as the Jew?...I don't believe so.
Player: You are Interrupted...
DM: "Hey, Alexander, what are you doing staring at that disgusting Jewish artifact?""Oh, I was just thinking, Benjamin.""About how great it is that we eradicated the likes of them?"
Player: Say Nothing
DM: I better not voice my opinions. I might end up in corrections if I do. The stories I hear of that place are horrific...They say the sky is littered by the ashes of the incinerated dead.
Player: Scared into Complacency...
DM: Epilogue 1You eventually left the Museum, and frightened by your experience you went home to your family. You continued to live out your days ruling over Britain in your father's stead terrified by the Nazi regime, and scared to voice your opinions in opposition to their beliefs. You died knowing that you lived in an unjust land, but you managed to pass your dissident beliefs down to your children. Perhaps future generations will change years of ingrained persecution. For now, your spirit will rest uneasy...knowing you have not made a difference.

DM: The new James Gang has not had a good start with Tucker Bassham arrested and Ed Miller killed by Jesse for threatening to betray the Gang, that just leaves you, Jesse, Jesse's cousin Wood Hite, the cunning Dick Liddil and the alcoholic Bill Ryan. The murder of his old friend Clell's brother seems to weigh heavily on Jesse's conscience and the usual energy and cheerfulness of his younger years seems to be fading from your friend as Jesse enters his thirties. He remains as decisive as ever though."There are lots of stagecoaches in Kentucky and the authorities won't be expecting one of them to be robbed," he declares. "Bill Ryan, you and I will ride out and hold up a stagecoach over by Mammoth Caves, they are always packed full of rich tourists. Dick and Wood, I want you to stay here in case I need you. Bill Grey, you can join us if you want or you can stay here and lie low with the boys."
Player: Stay with Wood and Dick at the Hite Farm
DM: You wait at the Hite Farm while Jesse and Bill pull off their robbery and rejoin you. Jesse has plans for another robbery and having learned there is a large sum of money held in a store in the nearby town of Mercer he decides to rob that as well. Again he chooses to take Bill with him and also Dick while Wood will remain at the Farm making sure the place remains safe and keeping a watch out for lawmen. Again Jesse offers you the choice of whether to join him and the others in the robbery or remain at the Farm.
Player: Join Jesse, Bill and Dick in robbing the payroll
DM: Riding into Mercer with the others you leave Dick and Bill outside with the horses and enter the store with Jesse. The pair of you draw your pistols and demand that the lone storekeeper hand over the payroll. "My son has taken it to the bank already," the nervous man tells you with his hands in the air and sure enough the safe is almost completely empty. Jesse is very annoyed but there is nothing you can do except leave the store, mount your horses and ride away.Jesse is very put out but after a winter spent exploring various states he learns that a similar payroll is being transported to the town of Muscle Shoals in far-off Alabama, a long way from your usual operating places. Jesse is determined to get the money and decides to take the ever-loyal Bill and Wood Hite with him this time, leaving Dick Liddil at the Hite Farm. Again he offers you the choice of accompanying him or staying at the Hite Farm.
Player: Stay with Dick at the Hite Farm
DM: You remain with Dick at the Hite Farm while your companions head south to rob the payroll in Alabama. The robbery goes off well but afterwards Bill Ryan is arrested in Adairville after he draws too much attention to himself. The news is bad but Bill refuses to talk and soon after Jesse and Wood Hite return to the Hite Farm with Wood's younger brother Clarence Hite and Jesse's brother Frank who has been lured out of his retirement as a farmer in Tennessee by his enthusiastic younger brother. Jesse has a summer of crime planned for his native Missouri.
Player: The James Gang return to Missouri
DM: The loss of Bill Ryan, his favorite gang member, has hit Jesse hard but despite looking more tired than ever Jesse's ambition remains as boundless as always. As well as you, Dick Liddil and Wood Hite Jesse has persuaded his brother Frank to rejoin the gang and also his cousin Clarence Hite, Wood's younger brother who is dying of tuberculosis and is so emaciated you are not certain he'll be up to the rigors of outlaw life. Jesse remains confident though."It is time we went back to Missouri and reminded the governor there that are fifteen years the James boys are still going strong," he declares, grinning at Frank. "The Civil War may be over but we haven't stopped fighting it! We'll hold up a few trains and then clear out of the state."On the chosen day Dick, Wood and Clarence camp outside the town of Winston while you, Frank and Jesse ride into town. Boarding the noon train you make your way to the driver's carriage where you take him hostage and have him stop the train close to where your friends are waiting. After the train stops you, Frank and Jesse make your way down the passenger carriages towards the express carriage, Jesse leading the way. "This is a hold up," he barks to the passengers. "Remain in your seats."Without warning a uniformed conductor suddenly springs forward and grabs at Jesse's pistol. Startled the two men wrestle over the weapon while you and Frank stand by startled. "Shoot him," Jesse yells.

DM: You stormed down to the bottom of the hill, grabbed some supplies and went deep into the forest. You made camp near an ancient oak tree and cooked a rabbit you'd brought down on your march earlier. Now that you've had some time to think about it, you summarized your options down to two, go back or continue on. So which will it be, go back to your friends and have a chance to make a difference? Or continue on and live on your own?
Player: Head back
DM: You decided it would be easier just to get them back later, maybe a bucket of dragon dung on their heads. Chuckling, you spot the college up ahead and walk towards the front gate. Spotting an office, you poke your head in. "Um, are you Courtney?" You asked to the dwarf behind a desk. "Yes, how'd you know?" She inquired, gathering a sheath of papers. "The door said that, Mallark sent me to be an apprentice or some shit." You mumbled as you followed her out to the hallway. "Well, here is your schedule." She said, shoving a piece of paper in your face. "I hope you got some talent. Conjuring is your first class. Welcome to becoming a mage!"
Player: A New life
DM: You walk into your dorm as the newest addition to the collage, your first impression? Homey, you notice a girl standing with her back to you looking at the wall with her hands on her hips. "Umm, Hey guess your my dorm mate?" you say as you spread you meager possessions on your bed. A sword (plus belt), A dagger (plus sheath), bow and quiver full of arrows, spare string, a extra quiver and a whetstone, Clothes and personal belongings in a sack. "Oh, Hello my name is Bree." she says turning and holding out her hand. you take it "Raven." you curtly answer looking at your schedule. "Whoa, you have weapons!' she pushes passed you looking at your sword. "yeah so?" uncertainly, you unconsciously get ready to jump onto the shadow's. "You better hide them no weapon's allowed in the school." she moved away snatching your schedule from you hand as you tuck all your weapons under your matress. "Looks like we have all the same classes they start like now, shit we better hurry!" she exclaims grabbing and pulling you along to conjuring
Player: Conjuration
DM: Sprinting down the hallway you can't help but notice how graceful Bree is, as you run into the classroom a loud roar sound's. Instantly a creepy looking professor appears out of a office. "Bree late again, and who is this unkempt young man?" he sneers looking down at you. "Sorry professor Dermet, He is new and I was helping him unpack." Bree lies smoothly moving towards the back of the class dragging you along. "Who are you and why did you join in the middle of class!" he yells as you stumble along. "I'm Raven and the council, professor your class is laughing at you." you call out as you sit down. He regains control with the help of a few conjured sprite's. Since most, Like you had little use of practical magic it succeeded in controlling the class. "So class, welcome to conjuration 101 can anyone answer what is conjuration?" He says looking around no raised their hand so he decides to pick on Bree. "Bree, can you answer that?" "Conjuration is the production of item's, spirits or demons from a different realm or plane of existence." she state's. "Err, very good, now class demon's are very clever and to be frank asshole's they are illegal with the Rising sun since they induce chaos and are evil creature's." he stammer's and eventually clear's his voice. You wonder how Bree knew that looking over you see her hold up the book she's holding so you can see the title then you get it. Definition's of magical term's By Braille Goldheart. She shoot's you a grin. "We will be learning about summoning spirit's they are usually spirit's of the dead or from the crystalline realm's." He clearly get ready for a lecture.
Player: Don't ask
DM: He continue's his lecture while you take note's on everything he say's that sound's important. Turn's out you spend one day in one class with break's. The professor give's a quiz on what you learned and you get kicked out for not knowing what the crystalline realms are. You don't get anywhere with out asking question's your dad always said. Turn's out he was right.

DM: Despite the disturbing dreams you continue to have under the tiny table, you are committed to maximizing your shut-eye. That river life was difficult and you feel you earned some R&R, whatever dreams may come. It takes some effort this time around but eventually you nod off and begin to dream again. In this dream you find yourself on a desert planet. It's mid-day and a sun is blazingly bright above you. You stumble over the scorching sand with your bare feet. You shield your eyes and survey your surroundings. The desert landscape is void of distinct features. There are sand dunes after sand dunes in all directions. Not even a giant sand worm could make this place interesting, you muse. Out of the corner of your eye and not too far off in the distance you begin to make out flashes of light and what sounds to be electronic sparking. You make your way towards its direction and begin to make out a droid half buried in the sand. Its humanoid and its upper body protrudes from the sand at an angle while its head dangles and turns from its neck. As it rotates its head from one side to the other, the droid repeats a phrase that's somewhat difficult to make out. Sparks are flying out of its damaged chassis and its arms are moving robotically up and down in jolted automated reflexes.You get close so as not to lose the message. "END OF TRANS-MISSION" it reports. "END OF TRANS-MISSION. END OF TRANS-MISSION. END OF..." You wake up with a dull sense that you missed something. A message that should be obvious. It's right in front of you and yet for some reason you haven't connected the dots. You open your eyes and allow them to focus. Again, as if staring you right in the face is the key hanging beneath the tiny table.
Player: Take the hint. Take the key.
DM: You stand in front of the treasure chest with key in hand. You feel that Fate has brought you here. Here, within the smaller of two chamber rooms on the second floor of a large domicile surrounded by a formidable barrier that is shouldering the mighty Pilchangk which happens to be winding through an especially active combat zone of a warring planet. Yes, the mysteries in this corner of the universe are about be revealed to you. You will soon know all. You are poised to open the chest but a series of choices made recently has you reflexively weighing your options.
Player: On second thought, I like a mystery.
DM: It feels like days since you first entered the domicile. You are thankful for the opportunity you were granted by fate to poke around a stranger's abode on this foreign planet. As you depart the domicile you reflect upon recent events. You may have failed to satisfy your curiosity of the treasure chest but you accomplished... something? Wait. What exactly did you accomplish? With your new-found key in your pocket, you wander back to the river from whence you came. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a lanky figure trailing you. It seems interested in you for a moment but after a couple impressive bounds in your direction it stops, scratches it head, and leaps over the barrier in the opposite direction. You are so lost in thought that you hardly pay its movements any mind. You shuffle your feet through the understory and down to the river bed. It's morning and the fog hasn't lifted yet. You find a large branch has fallen since you disembarked the river here, almost directly on top of your former crash site. With your back resting on this fallen branch, you sit on your hands and stare at the Pilchangk, not quiet knowing what to do with yourself. You begin to think that perhaps you could learn to appreciate this mystery, too. After a few moments of staring blankly into the currents, you withdraw the key and ceremoniously hold it above the river with outstretched hands in front of you. A tiny insect lands on your nose as you do so. It makes you cross-eyed as you bring it into focus. It is a brilliant, bright blue bug and it bites you sharply before flying away. As your eyes uncross and begin to water you think perhaps the river will make better use of the key than you. You drop the key into the Pilchangk's muddy waters and think how confusing and pointless life can be. And, also painful, you add as you rub your nose. The End

DM: You're in the hustling, bustling, -insert something that rhymes with bustling-, Kitty City. You can practically smell opportunity out there! There are several stores and buildings. You spot a dark alley and a wide open alley with lights flashing TRAVEL AGENCY in big letters. There is also a small house where you can hear people playing games. The mayor's house is next to a library far away from the center of the city. Now, where would you like to go?
Player: The game house
DM: When you jump into the game house, you see three idiot kittens playing go-fish. Seriously, these three are stupid. "Want to join?" One asks you. "Shut up Yule, he's only a newcomer!" Another idiot says. "Shut up or the talk-too-much-and-the-sleeping-drugs-will-work plan will work!" Shouts another idiot. Idiots... You decide to watch them talk and laugh until they all fall asleep. Now's your chance! Be a thief! You can see a queen of spades card on the table that you can easily snatch and a strategizer (a weakpoint finder) in Yule's pocket, maybe you can borrow that. What do you do?
Player: Be a little goody-good and run off
Player: TaCosino
DM: You walk into the big Casino shaped like a Taco. You lick your whiskers thinking about tacos because you're definitely hungry. You walk inside and spot dozens of rows of slot machines and roulettes. On a bench is an old kitten with droopy whiskers and mischievous eyes. He also had a wad of cash stuffed in his pocket. Some employees stare at him enviously. "Come 'ere, yeah, you, newcomer," He says, yawning and blinking rapidly,"Welcome to Kitten World's biggest casino ever with amazing tasting tacos! Here's my secret to success!" The old cat hastily pulls out a kitten quarter, a gray quarter with a picture of an old orange kitten on it, except the odd thing was that the quarter had a string wrapped around it and tied up, "I just got a jackpot so I don't need this anymore. Just don't use it in here because they're going to install security cameras soon." He whispers something inaudible that sounded like, "Stopping time would do good, too... Fun Dog Beach has a genius dog with a time stopper..." "What time stopper?" You ask. You notice that the old kitty pushes a large can of something titled "Mr. High's High Lighter White Spacer". There's nothing else to do but leave.

DM: Steve seems to be sobering up, and finally stands up. "Sounds like a pretty cool time. We should check it out." Andy stays completely silent. "If you guys are diggity down with it, I'll come. I'm not going to let you get into all this shiggity shenanigans by yourselves." says Ted in agreement. We all pack our things and hop in the van. Steve is still a bit drunk, so he let's me drive. We drive down the street until we see the building. We pull up right in front of a "No Parking" sign, and hop out. Steve stumbles up to the door and knocks loudly.The door suddenly swings open from the other side. The inside is dimly lit, and it's cold as a morgue. There's no one in sight. There's a hallway, and a rickety looking stair case on the other side of the room.
Player: Walk up the stairs
DM: My freinds and I walk up the stairs into an office, and see the strange man sitting at his desk, with his back facing us. "Yo dude!" shouts ted. He slowly turns around and looks at us. His skin is dark red, and his eyes are glowing bright. Andy gasps with fear. We all start to back away slowly. "I have been waiting for you" he says. I'm not really liking your viggity vibe dude. What do you want?" ,replied Ted. "I'd like you sign a contract. I'd like for you gentlemen to tour with me." "We don't even know who you are" "It's a yes or no question. You've one offer." I don't even know this guy, but anything beats getting booed off stage at Farewell Liver every night.
Player: Seal The Deal
DM: We reluctantly agree. He brings up the contract, but as we go to sign, blood trickles out of our fingers and aligns our names on the page. Steve stands back with disbelief. "What in the world is going on, man?" "You belong to the Devil now" the man says with a smile. Suddenly we're transported to a dark cave. It's dark and sweaty, and I can hardly see. Andy appears to be terrified, and lost. We all are. An 8 foot man with horns walks in the room. and gives us our instruments. "Welcome to hell. Now get out there." he says. "This is wiggity wack dude, I wanna go home" says Ted. The Demon waves a giant spear at us. "I SAID GET OUT THERE." Once again, we reluctantly agree. When we walk on stage we see hundreds of thousands of demons and people being whipped and beaten. It was horrific sight. Andy was in tears. I was repulsed. But regardless,we began to play. We played for what seemed like hours. All my freinds started passing out, and I was horrified. I just kept playing, and kept improvising until I was the only one left. I've got to get out of here.

DM: You don't need to meditate, and you definitely don't need a talisman hoodoo thingy to sleep right. Your sole will power should do.You plug your nose and try to breathe. You obviously fail.You look at your hands and think to yourself if you're awake. And you decide that you are because it's obvious.There're no mirrors in the room and you're too lazy to get to the bathroom, but you're pretty sure you nailed that reality check.It's not a choice, you won't go to the bathroom. You don't have to. You don't want to go to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
Player: It's pointless to go to the bathroom, just get on with the day
DM: You decide that it's time to go out and do something. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and leave the house as you do some reality checks along the way.
Player: Where to?
DM: You plug your nose and look at your hands. You feel kinda silly doing that in the middle of the street, but no one seems to notice.You do all the the things you have to do, occasionally doing some reality checks, and you finally have some free time. You are somewhat excited for going to sleep, wondering if you'll be able to pull off the reality checks (you read that some people can do it on their first try) but you're also nervous. What if it doesn't work and you have a nightmare?
Player: Go home and get some rest
DM: Eager to fall asleep, you drink some warm milk and eat two chocolate chip cookies before going to bed.You close your eyes and think of the purple sky you should be seeing in a few moments. You do a quick reality check and you feel yourself dozing off...
Player: It's dream time
DM: You step out of your house and see the usual purple sky.So far so good.You know you have to go to the town square but you don't know wether to take the bus or the subway.What will you do?
Player: Take the bus
DM: The bus is empty except for the old lady in the back. She has three arms and that doesn't bother you because you know it's normal.You pay the bus driver and take a seat in the front of the bus. After a few stops, the transport is now full and there's a lot of chickens, clucking and clucking. Their clucking is driving you crazy and you want them to stop. You cover your ears and jump out of the bus, rolling on the floor and scraping your knees.That hurts.You walk around town realizing that you're not where you're supposed to be. You are supposed to be doing something, also.
Player: Go to the town square
DM: You ignore whatever it is that you were supposed to be doing and walk to the town square, where the same chickens are clucking and clucking.You don't want to see those damned chickens, you want to get an apple pie!You rush to the nearest apple pie store and order one but the clerk tells you that there's only pineapple pie, which makes no sense.

DM: You get to your favorite bar, because you have a favorite bar, and you order your usual drink because you also have an usual drink since you're a regular.The friendly bartender gives you the drink and you feel great.After a few hours and some solo competitive drinking you think it's time to go home.You go outside and see the nightsky. You don't know what time it is, but you sure as hell know that you should be home soon.You start walking down the street and you pay attention to any incoming cabs. But there's no traffic.
Player: Maybe it's a sign I should keep drinking?
DM: So you decide that perhaps it is not that late and you start to head back to the bar.A drunk driver is heading towards you and you are also drunk so you can't react on time.The headlights are blinding you and you feel yourself sobering up as the car approaches.There's no time!Make a choice!
Player: Jump left
DM: Just as you jump to the left a rip in space opens up and you see yourself through it."Come in!" your other self yells at you. And you decide to comply because you trust you.You ask what just happened and your other self explains to you that the purple sky dreams are a sign that the world is ending."This happened to me before my universe died. It will happen to you unless we do something about it," they say.Turns out that you/they have trained for years in order to learn how to control space and time. It's time to save the multiverse."There's a tower that protects existence itself," you/they explain. This reminds you of a series of books and maybe a movie, but never mind that.You embark on a journey with yourself/them that will probably take you to the end of the world and beyond. You're excited to see if Earth is really flat or nah.
Player: Go on an adventure
DM: You decide that your other self is not you and you start referring to them as another person, which is easier.You named them "Other" because it made sense and they just call you by your name. They claim to be the third of yourselves and you suppose he's talking about all your other alternate dimension selves.It's too confusing to go play-by-play but in the end you both agree on focusing solely in saving the Tower of Time and Space (or TTS for short).First you reach a town and it turns out to be infested by chicken people."Yeah, your dreams were actually connections to this world. That's how I found you," Other explains, "Chicken people are real and they're dangerous!".Lucky for you, Other has a couple of revolvers and turns out to be an incredible gunslinger that kills every chicke person in the town. A few days later you reach a desert and you start to cross it. The sky looks purple in the desert and you're not sure if it has something to do with the weather or maybe the Chinese?Anyways, you cross the desert and reach the mountains. Then you get through a cave and you reach the other side of the world, where a beach awaits.But at nightfall you're attacked by chicken monsters that kill Other in their sleep.
Player: Keep going without Other
DM: You know that those fearless and fearsome chicken things will kill you if you get near them, so you run away and cry because your other self died.You reach the woods and you stop. You think that Other never really told you anything about their powers or the exact location of the TTS.Now you're lost in their world and there's no way back to yours. You wander for years, trying to learn the secret powers of the space-time and always looking for the Tower. You know it's been at least five years since Other died and you don't remember their face even though it was yours.You went trough the woods and found an abandoned town, then an abandoned city and an abandoned train station. You followed the tracks and you got to a little village that was populated mainly by corpses.You've been walking in the same direction ever since and you don't know if you'll ever get to the Tower.

DM: You switch on your helmet mic:"Stay here people, we need push them back so we can keep our distance."The pounding boots are very close now. You stick your head around your rock. You can clearly see your enemies deployed into a thin skirmish line to avoid bunching up and making easier targets. The snap-humm of plasma weapons firing is fiercer than ever. You see more movement in the grass behind and know that they will be able to flood out without resistance if you don't deal with the skirmish line quickly.A dark green suit of armour covers the final few metres in a sprint, then vaults the rock, absorbing the shock of the fall by sinking into a crouch. It scans the area with a translucent faceplate.It sees you.
Player: Or, if it is 6-10
DM: You jerk up your weapon and spray plasma. The trooper pulls the trigger on it's blobgun in shock, a glob of plasma flies through the air and splatters, half on the rock, half on you. (lose 3 health).Your shots penetrate the trooper's armour and it falls to the ground.
Player: Melee
DM: If you wish, you can pick up the fallen trooper's blobgun. Record it in the weapons section. It has a slow rate of fire and is lethal at close range, though hard to use in open ground over large distances.You look quickly for your squadmates, some of whom are fighting the troopers with knives, others hiding and picking the green-clad troopers off, one by one.Their re-enforcements are coming in now, forcing your squad to fight two foes at once. You see Melodrama lunge at a trooper, sweeping his blade up and cutting it's blobgun in half.The sun is behind the horizon now. Very soon you will all be fighting in the darkness.You have to get artillery support, fast, otherwise this tide of stormtroopers will engulf you. The only consolation you have is that you are buying time.First, you charge in and attack a mass of troopers trying to push through, from the side. You sprint and jump through the air, knife outstretched.*squelch!*Slightly disgusted, you pull your knife free as your target staggers backward into it's comrades, distracting them.You are hit with a carbine beam through the back. Three layers of armour are overheated and pierced before the beam is halted (lose 3 health). You overbalance and trip, falling to the ground. You release the spent coolant and a jet of vapour blasts out of the back of your suit, scalding the face of the trooper standing over you.Decision time!
Player: If you want to crawl away to avoid fire
DM: "Go to the ground and crawl away!", you yell over the squad channel.You and your squad start moving towards your supporting squads, but before you have gone thirty metres you hear loud boots above you. The rest of the stormtroopers have arrived unharmed and have caught you all vulnerable. You hear yells and screaming as they pound the backs of your troopers with plasma. Your armoured suits are useless against so much firepower and, mercifully, you black out from the horrific burns before the end.Your life ends here, on a ridge near Tel-Nadr.

DM: My dad's back remains too sore for him to take down his christmas tree. The christmas tree eventually turns into thousands of loose pine needles which cover his living room floor. The pine needles hurt when my dad steps on them, preventing my dad from walking around the house. Each pine needle grows into a christmas tree and creates an indoor forest. This lowers the value of my dad's house to $0. My dad is forced to live in his indoor forest and can only eat pine needles for the rest of his life because the forest is too thick for him to leave and buy groceries. You do not meet God in heaven.
Player: Return to Checkpoint
DM: The walrus herd follows after you. At the end of the corridor are two interlocking metal doors. Steam billows out from a series of long pipes that flank either side of you as you approach them. You hear a large whirring sound and the doors slowly grind open. After the steam settles you can see that on the other side of the door is a large massage chair. A big man with a long white beard and a christmas cap sits upon the chair. This man is the man you know as Santa Claus. You know him from television and magazines.
Player: Transform into a commercial fishing boat, killing Santa Claus and all of the walruses instantaneously.
DM: You become a 126 foot long commercial fishing boat. Santa Claus and all of the walruses and whoever else was nearby that you never got to meet because you transformed into a commercial fishing boat are now dead. My dad's back will still hurt when he joins God in heaven because he was never able to solve his back pain while he was on earth. Christmas is illegal for all time. Meanwhile, my dad's back remains too sore for him to take down his christmas tree. The christmas tree eventually turns into thousands of loose pine needles which cover his living room floor. The pine needles hurt when my dad steps on them, preventing my dad from walking around the house. Each pine needle grows into a christmas tree and creates an indoor forest. This lowers the value of my dad's house to $0. My dad is forced to live in his indoor forest and can only eat pine needles for the rest of his life because the forest is too thick for him to leave and buy groceries. You definitely do not meet God in heaven.
DM: The walruses take you to the sign labeled "Santa's Workshop" and you make it there in pretty good time. As you approach the sign, a christmas goblin sticks its head out of the snow, about seven feet to your left.
Player: Start singing "The Boys Are Back in Town" by Thin Lizzy again because it seems to work pretty well most of the time
DM: You sing the lyrics to "The Boys are Back in Town" by Thin Lizzy and the walruses go absolutely ballistic once again. The christmas goblin nods at you and ducks away back under the snow. The ground rumbles. A big mechanical trap door creates a rift in the snow in front of you and slowly opens. Inside the door are stairs that descend into a large metal corridor.

DM: You see the beam flash, illuminating the ground. You see it stop and a silhouette springs into view. The silhouette keels over and is dragged away by other silhouettes. (If your marksmanship is under 10, increase it by 1).No-one seems to know where it came from and your squadmates take advantage of the momentary lull in the shooting (if you have a healthy medic in your squad other than yourself, add 3 to your health).
Player: If you want to move to a different spot
DM: You decide to move, and move fast. You scuttle away in a crabwalk, making more noise than you normally would. You head back to level the rest of the squad is at. You are all steadily falling back; the only thing preventing a massacre is the darkness and the jumpsuits' electronic detection scramblers.Sound, however, is still a bitch. At some point you realise what a loud noise you've been making.Then the shots start to fly. Beams probing the black shroud.You go to ground and wait them out. But if a beam illuminates you, you're in deeeeeep ploork.
Player: Pick a random number from the Random Number Table. If you possess camouflage, subtract 3.
DM: Close your eyes, then poke the table or run your cursor over it.
DM: You walk through the streets and find your squad's hang-out. The Supernova is a Quil'zak house. Tables, boards and players fill the brightly lit room, and a few of your squadmates are there."Harridan? You want a quick game before patrol starts?"Harridan walks over. She is already in her jumpsuit, her face covered by the reflective helmet visor."Sure thing. But you'll regret it..."Pick a number from the Random Number Table.
Player: Random Number Table
Player: If the number is 7-10
DM: You take a seat, and the game begins... You lose a few key pieces, but you do much better than you would normally. You predict Harridan's moves and then strike lethally. You make your moves almost random and unpredictable. After a few hands, you win the game."Ah, dammit, I've got nothing on me except this blobgun I found while we were on the run. Take it."If you wish, you can add the Blobgun to your weapons. It's projectiles are less accurate and scatter over a wide area, but contain a lot of power.Grinning, you walk out of the Quil'zak house and down the wide streets to your staging post.

DM: You feel a twinkle in your eyes as you tell him.He nods, elated that you're finally taking to history like he's always wanted you to. After you finish telling him, he relates to you his favorite part."Remember when Hector was finally bested?" You nod thinking on the act of vengeance being taken. "After that Achilles refused to return the body of Hector to the Trojans, but after a time and fashion, he gave in. It is then that the Achaeans and the Trojans entered into a truce. Both sides had taken heavy casualties, and many heroes died, so they took the time to bury their dead. That truce is my favorite part Alexander."You nod, but don't quite grasp what he's trying to say to you. Leonidas continues. "I would have you remember that in war there is a clear line between opposing forces, but in the end, when we are all dead, we are the same. Don't allow yourself to forget that when you go to war in your father's armies that even in times of war, there can be peace."'Even in times of war, there can be peace.' The words carve themselves into your memory, and Leonidas finishes his lesson. "What do you want to learn about next?" He asks you.
Player: Philosophy
DM: Now that you're here you're left with very few options, so you choose the lesser of three evils. It's the lesser, because your uncle's primary vehicle in which he teaches philosophy is debate. Debate is more fun than simply memorizing things, hence the lesser. "Philosophy." "Good choice, my boy." You watch as a spark lights in the man's eyes. A true scholar indeed, for, you think, that only a scholar truly devoted to his studies could find enjoyment in such a task."Do you remember where we left off?""We were learning about Socrates and..." you trail off when you fail to remember what exactly about Socrates you were learning. "Questions," Leonidas supplies readily."Questions?" "Yes." "What does Socrates have to do with questions?""What did Socrates spend his life doing?""Teaching philosophy, right?""How did he teach?"You rack your brain.
Player: "Using an open forum style to have his students debate."
DM: "I'm afraid that's incorrect Alexander." He looks disappointed in you. "Guess again."
Player: "By asking questions until the answer was found."
DM: The hints were subtle, but the hints were there and you caught them. Leonidas was asking you questions until you were able to answer. It was smart of him to teach you in the very way that you were trying to divine. "By asking questions until the answer was found."A smile stretches across Leonidas' face. "Brilliant Alexander. I knew you'd get the answer."You can't help the small smile that comes across your face, and you and Leonidas share a moment of kinship together before Leonidas expounds upon Socrates' method. The rest of the lesson goes famously, and you end up having, dare you think it, fun. It ends all too quickly and soon you're presented with another question. "Which lesson do you want to do next?"

DM: The house towers ahead. Suitable for a man of his tier, Carlos. Approaching, you spot a few armed men, wielding assault rifles. They don't spot you yet, but you need to make sure to make this plan go flawlessly.
Player: Begin the break-in
DM: You skirt around the one floored house to a conservatory. You see one man standing in it. You approach the open window, jumping through and silently choking out the thug residing in the conservatory, grabbing the knife he had and taking it with you. Moving through the door into the main building, you see three rooms, orbiting around a central living room with a thug standing in the middle of it. Two of the rooms are within a distance that wouldn't provoke the man in the center of the room.
Player: Go to the bathroom
DM: You slip into the ajar bathroom door and find a man urinating into the toilet bowl. You slip your knife into his neck and dump his body behind the door. You poke your head around the door into the main building.
Player: Kill the man in the middle of the room
DM: With the other two men dead, you finally kill the man in the center room before setting your sights on the third room you couldn't reach before. It's definitely Carlos' room.It's time to make the decision to get that mystery payment.
Player: Pick up a rifle and breach the door
DM: With your newfound rifle, you kick the door open off of it's hinges revealing two men, one much better dressed than the other. You easily shoot down the thuggish one and aim your sights at the suited fellow next to him: Carlos. Before Carlos could pull his own gun out, you fill him with lead to the clattering of boots behind you. A large glass window is what separates the room from a dense forest onwards out of the city. You fire several shots at the window and dash into the cracks, bursting the window open into a glitter of glass. You sprint into the forest onward. Cracks of gun shots sound behind you. A large rock stands in front of you. Also, you hear something mysterious resonating from the forest to your side; something that resembles the voice of a wind-chime. It beckons you. You have little time to think.
Player: Take cover behind the rock and fire at the two men
DM: You dive behind the large boulder, and take cover from there while you fire at the two men. You manage to take one man out, although one of them hits you in the ear. The sound of trickling blood fills your ears and you feel faint. You manage to snipe the final man, although you're in a bad shape. You quickly strip your shirt off, wrapping it around your injured ear, to attempt to block the bleeding a bit. It works well for now. As you sprint off, the only thing keeping you going is the adrenaline and the promise of a hefty sum (hopefully) coming through your postbox in the near future. [GOOD ENDING]

Player: Stand up for the Jewish People
DM: "You can't say that Ben. You don't know if all this is true""What are...you saying Alex?""I'm saying maybe the Jewish people weren't as bad as we like to think they were.""I'm...going to ignore you said that, because you're my friend. If you say any more, I'm going to have to report you to Herr Spitzer."
Player: Shut Up
DM: "Okay Ben...""Thank God. Don't ever talk to me about this again Alex, or I will have to report you for your own security.""Okay...""Thank you...now let's get out of here before you say something else...""Mhmm."

DM: You're now in Kitten Village. You hear somebody whisper. "Next to nobody knows about the human sacrifices. Every year, the FAT, you know, Feline Agent Troop, take a human and take them to the Beast Tower to be eaten! They do it so that they can stall the beasts and gain more time! But killing humans! I didn't think FAT could stoop down to that level... it's a conspiracy!" Apparently, the whispering voice is a radio set to say that over and over again. The whispering is coming from a Kitten Radio Shack. Where do you go?
Player: Kitten Prison
DM: You go inside the kitten prison and accidentally walk into the cell control room. Wow, good for you. You immediately spot some chocolate used to poison the bodies of the prisoners if they have a death penalty. You also spot a control pad. You take the chocolate and you hear somebody whisper to you, "I'm innocent! Press the button and take me out of my misery!" What do you do?
Player: Button Press
DM: You press the button. "Just kidding, I'm a murderer! He jumps at you until you hear police footsteps. Uh-oh. He hugs you. That's weird. He was just about to kill you a few minutes ago! "Hey, you, you got the worst criminal ever out of jail. Now get into a cell, both of you!" The police kick the worst criminal ever into a cell and kick you into a cell where an extremely old kitten in a jacuzzi is sitting. "Wait!" You protest, "I'm on first name terms with your Inspector!" "Oh yeah! What's his phone number?!" A police kitten asks you, obviously thinking that you're lying.
Player: Give up and say that you don't know
DM: "I don't know!" You exclaim. The police kittens pad off. You look at the old prisoner cat in the jacuzzi. "If you want to get out, just use that hole in the wall." The old prisoner cat says. "Then how come you're not getting out?" You ask suspiciously before entering the large hole. "It's comfy in here. I don't have a home!" He scratches himself and gives you an ant. Wait, what? An ant? "You might need the strength of an ant to uncover secrets! That's what my mother always said." You take the... ant... and escape.
Player: Escape

DM: You fire, a blob of liquid plasma exploding on contact with it's chest. The residue sticks and burns it's way through the trooper's chest. It topples to the ground. You breathe hard and realise your personal defense has gotten better. (Add 2 to your Health and Maximum Health)
Player: If you want to stay behind while the squad flees back to the artillery
DM: You can think of no other way for the squad to escape such tremendous numbers but for you to stay behind and hold them off, maybe surrendering.They think you are crazy, but you urge them to go. Reluctant, but scared of the horde, they run for it.You stay behind and pound them from inside a shrub. They are scared to find themselves bombarded by an enemy they cannot see, and eventually you hear something over the general broadcast channel on your suit."Sniper, you cannot win. We know you are here and you can do nothing. If you break cover, we will cut you down. If not, we will find you. Surrender, and we will let you live. You will know I am serious making this offer because if I wanted you dead we could do so anyway, with a lot less fuss." Come quietly, or we will have swift vengeance for our brothers."You have no other choice, so you raise your hands and step out of the shrub. You are handcuffed, stripped of all your weapons,including your knife (if you have a Holdout Plasma Pistol they will not find it due to it's concealed location and small size), you are hauled out of your powered jumpsuit and handcuffed to three troopers. They take you to a waiting gunship and you are whisked off to their base camp.
Player: Captured
DM: Your helmet and jumpsuit are taken off, you are blindfolded and handcuffed, then pushed over some kind of ground for a while. You are then subjected to an annoyingly rough invasive search."Hey, shouldn't we get to know each other first?""Shut your poisonous mouth or we'll make sure you can never speak again."

DM: Booker handed me some stationary. "Now, you will write a letter to my usual customer, Katzu. Spice the letter up any way you can. You can send mail through the Admissions Office, which is also the post office. Now get going!" I walked into the admissions office and sat at a small table, contemplating on what to write in this letter. I decided to go against Booker and write a letter to my parents. "Dear Mom and Dad, HELP! What were you thinking sending me here?! This is a horrible place! There has definitely been some murders or some criminal activity going on here! Seriously though SEND HELP. Police, Firemen, National Guard, CIA, ANYONE! I don't know how long I'll be able to survive here. Love and hopeful, Lana." I sealed the envelope and handed it to Shelly. "Alright. It'll take about 6-12 weeks for you letter to be sent. Thank you." 6-12 weeks to send a piece of paper?! My distress letter was useless now. I needed a way out of here as quickly as possible. But for now, I must do all I can to survive. I headed back to Booker's. "Ah, what great timing you have. Ready to take on the next task?"
Player: Post on the Town Bulletin Board.
DM: I ran back to Booker's hoping he wouldn't nag me. "Right on time. Alright, last task for the day! Exciting isn't it? You have to go to the town square, where the bulletin board is, and post an advertisement for the shop. Surely you can't screw this up." I hated him. I hated how he talked to me, how he looked, just... EVERYTHING. I was so thankful that it was my last job though. I ran to the town square. I grabbed a marker and wrote all in capital letters which took up 90% of the bulletin paper "COME SHOP AT BOOKER'S." He didn't specify what I should write. This would definitely get people's attention. The sun was setting and I could finally head back to my cabin. In front of the door was a package from Cody with a note attached. "You'll need this to keep you warm." I opened the package and it was a sleeping bag. My eyes welled up with tears. Who would've thought I could make a companion in this camp?
Player: A New Day
DM: It was a new day here in the horrid "Camp Happy Trails." Thanks to Cody, I had a goodnight's sleep. I quickly fixed myself up and made my way to his cabin. Cody let me in and gave me the sign to stay quiet. "Everyone in the camp is still asleep. We don't have much time to talk though." "It's alright. Oh, and thank you for the sleeping bag by the way." "No problem. You'll definitely need it. It took me a long time to save up to buy one from Booker, that pig. Anyway... I know a way we can escape. Two ways, actually. Obviously I'll need your help. Are you in?" "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't in." "Good. So we have two options: By water or through the gate. I'll start with the water plan. For some reason, no one patrols the beach at night. Though the tide is strong during the night time, we have a good chance of escaping. Only problem: I have no idea how to get to another piece of land. Second option is through the gate. At night, the guards change. Instead of those losers who stand out there right now, the gate keepers are mutated demon hound dogs. They will not hesitate to rip someone to shreds. But, they do often fall asleep. Which plan entices you?"

DM: Late that night you were practicing your teknesis with Bree (with a spirit summoned to keep an eye on any active lower than third year magic of course) after hanging out with your group of friends. Closing your eye's you raised your hands above your head and opened your eye's. You, Bree and every piece of furniture was floating three feet above the floor. She looked at you with wide eye's and spoke "You are definitely ready for your final exam now get me down." With a grin "Are you sure you want too, we could swim around?" "Hell no, Put me down Tornado!" she laughed as you set everything down. That is what they called you after excelling at offensive and defensive magic. Bree was "Lucky" after talking her way out of three punishment's and Gary was "Escapator" after escaping from jail, custody and a strong box. As you went outside in the hallway you felt a pull on your back and you went flying back into your room. "What the hell!" you yelled as you see a group of masked people tying up Bree and one heading towards' you with a flame on the tip of is finger "Payback's a bitch, you little fucker." He said. Remembering your weapon's but not where they are you reach for...
Player: Matress
DM: Reaching under your mattress your hand gripped the reassuring leather of your sword. Swinging it out your sheath went flying off toward's your desk and with the blade catching the leader across the eye. He screamed and all the other's looked up and saw you with your sword held out in front, with the stance saying you've seen it all and know how to counter anything. Before they stop they charge you and get some good cut's the one on your face is the most painful. Raising one hand over his eye and the other in the air he half heartedly tried to convince you... "Hey easy there it was just a joke, an initiation relax we'll just pretend this never happened, and you don't skewer us alright?" the other's backed him up with empty promise's. Do you think They learned their lesson? Or should you summon a mage and have them moved back a year and probably other punishment's?
Player: They learned their lesson
DM: "If I ever see any of you near me or Bree again I will kill you." you say as you poke them out of the room. As they left one turned and said "Sucker, now we'll just kill everyone in this dorm too!" He cast several fire balls into your room and ran yelling "Fire, Fire get out!" several people stumbled out seeing your dorm a few went to help but the fierce flames beat them back you hugged Bree and whispered "I'm not gonna make you have to survive, avenge me." you say as you cut off the ropes and toss her out the window whispering a spell to make her land softly. Turning to the issue at hand you turn around and see flames every where you head towards the middle of your dorm touching things of memory, your painting, Bree's desk, That long scar in the wood near your bed. Then you pause feeling something you haven't felt in a long time... Peace with that feeling you sat down and let flames consume you.

DM: You go over to Room 2, knock on the door and get no answer."This room belongs to Hannah Leppard," Habib tells you, unlocking the door with her own keys. Stepping inside you are startled to find the room is occupied: a young lady with black hair and still in her going-out clothes from last night is sleeping soundly and quietly on top of the blankets of the still-neatly-made bed with her handbag on the bed next to her. The rest of the room is neat and orderly. Habib tentatively raps on the open door with her knuckles. "Miss Leppard?" she calls out quite loudly. "Miss Leppard?" The young lady goes right on sleeping without a sound and Habib glances at you inquiringly.
Player: Keep trying to wake Leppard
DM: You nod and Habib crosses to the sleeping lady and shakes her quite hard by the shoulder. "Miss Leppard?" The girl goes right on sleeping. Frowning slightly Habib leans closer and tentatively raises one of the girl's eyelids. "Her pupils are dilated: this girl is unconscious!" she exclaims. "She needs medical attention." Radioing for assistance she goes to open the front door for a medical response team. Left alone you consider the situation more closely: going by the girl's clothes and the fact that she is lying on top of the neatly made bed with her handbag next to her she seems to have gone to sleep immediately after returning from clubbing last night.Two paramedics duly arrive and examine the girl, taking her pulse, checking her temperature, rummaging through her handbag and checking the rest of the room. "She appears to have taken one or more drugs of an unknown nature," one of them tells you. "Quite a lot of alcohol too I'd say. We can't tell at this stage exactly what she has ingested, certainly there are no alcohol or drugs present here in her room or in her handbag. Her situation does not appear to be life-threatening but we had better place her under observation and give her treatment until they wear off. She should be awake in a few hours and may be able to answer questions then."For now, there is nothing to do but leave the girl in the capable hands of the paramedics and resume exploring the rest of the house.Congratulations though, you have found a clue!
Player: Back into the corridor
DM: You walk into a long, carpeted corridor lined with doors. A row of bedroom doors labelled 1-4 stand in a line on the long north end of the corridor. On the short ends of the corridor are doors labelled Maintenance Room to the east and Bathroom to the west. On the south side, near the Maintenance Room door and opposite Room 1, is a door labelled Lobby and near the Bathroom door and opposite Room 4 is another door labelled Kitchen.What particularly draws your attention is a large number of bloodstains that show up clearly on the white carpet of the corridor. There are a particularly large number of them on the carpet near the Kitchen and Bathroom doors but they also run the whole length of the corridor. Lying on the floor outside the door of Room 2 is a discarded and closed black handbag. The whole corridor has a faint but noticeable and unpleasant aroma of smoke and burnt meat."What do we know about these blood stains and this handbag?" you ask Habib."Not much," she tells you. "The two boys we have in custody tell us they both noticed them this morning but don't know how they got there. They agree that the handbag belongs to their roommate Sarah Price and that she had it with her last night when they all went out clubbing. They're not sure what it's doing on the floor and nobody has opened or touched it yet. After we are finished here the forensic people are going to come in and examine the bloodstains. The boys also reported seeing bloodstains in the Bathroom and the Kitchen and there may be more in other rooms of the House."
Player: Go into Room 1
DM: You go over to Room 1, knock on the door and get no answer."This room belongs to Charlotte Costello," Habib tells you unlocking the door with her own keys. Stepping inside you find a tidy and sparsely furnished bedroom. The only sign of dishevelment is the bed: it is unmade with the blankets thrown back as if the inhabitant left in a hurry. Looking closely at a small yellow mark on the pillow you suddenly flinch back when you realize it is a smear of vomit. The room is otherwise without interest and clearly empty of its resident leaving you no reason to stay.
Player: Back to the corridor
Player: Go into the kitchen
DM: You walk into the kitchen, darkened by all the curtains being pulled, and immediately notice a strong smell of cigarette and cigar smoke. An ash tray piled high with cigarette and cigar ends as well as a table covered in cards, alcohol bottles of all shapes and sizes (including beer, wine and whiskey spirits) and a dozen empty and half-empty glasses of alcohol confirm that quite a party took place here last night. Eight chairs are clustered around the table."Williamson and Thorpe confirm that all eight of the housemates were drinking and smoking here together from about 6 to 10pm before going clubbing last night," Habib tells you and judging by all the empty bottles on the table you'd guess at least some of them must have been pretty drunk. What does catch your attention is an open medical kit lying on one of the chairs: you and Habib go over to look at it more closely."We noticed that as well and asked the Housing Office about it," Habib tells you. "Apparently the Medical Kits are issued to each house as a precaution and usually kept in a cupboard. Two rolls of bandages are issued in each kit and they are both missing from this one. We found one set of bandages in here." She leads you over to a bin: lying on top of a score of bottles and cans like a giant injured snake is a blood-soaked set of bandages. On the floor nearby are more bloodstains. You consider the rest of the room.

Player: Etiquette
DM: "Etiquette." Leonidas raises his eyebrows in surprise and in mild horror. This is his least favorite subject, and it shows plainly on his face. He is not happy with your choice. "I suppose that we can do etiquette..." He trails off as he walks to a a shelf by his main work desk. On it are several different devices of etiquette including: various brass utensils, the lyre, and a book which you know contains the proper ways to communicate.While he is turned around, you look out a window on the opposite side of the room. Some of the nobles' youth are practicing their skills with wooden swords outside. You yearn to go with them, but your conscious tells you to stay in your lessons. Barring your conscious, you really just want to go play with the other kids, and, you realize, that this is the perfect opportunity to sneak out. Leonidas has his back turned wile rifling through the proper etiquette book. If you left then you think he'd probably be happy. After all he doesn't want to do etiquette either.

DM: You lead your men westwards around the slopes of the mountain to try and cut off Donovan's retreat. When your enemies see what you are doing they hurry, quickly crossing over the summit and rapidly descending the far side. It is a near thing, you are at almost the same level on the slope when both of your groups come within range and open fire at each other. Three are killed on each side but Donovan and his remaining companions succeed in escaping the encirclement and descending the mountain to the west.
Player: Pursuit
DM: You continue down the west side of Mount Marco, passing down a series of beautiful waterfalls falling down towards the stream below. Occasionally you catch sight of your enemies but do not close to within rifle range for three days. Finally from a height you can clearly see Donovan's group fleeing west ahead of you but there is a problem: there are only five men in the group now, one of them clearly Longa."Where are the other three?" you ask frowning."I think they are hiding in one of the caves below waiting to ambush us," Yiqi tells you."We will have to go down slowly and cautiously, checking the caves as we go," you tell her."If we go too slowly Donovan will escape with my father," Yiqi replies.You frown, considering your options.
Player: Descend slowly and carefully, checking the caves
DM: You and your men go slowly, checking the caves behind the waterfalls in groups to check for ambushers. One such group of three are suddenly gunned down in a volley of shots as they approach one cave, the rest of your men throw themselves to the ground and pour a volley of gunshots into the cave. Silence follows and cautiously you and your men approach and enter the cave.Your three attackers all lie dead inside, hit multiple times. They look a terrible state: thin and emaciated with their shoes in tattered, their faces overgrown with beards and their staring eyes bloodshot. The ambush has cost you three of your men but you have no time to mourn: you and your companions must get after Donovan's band.
Player: The Soft Stream
DM: You continue to descend the heights for the next few days, finally reaching level ground just above sea level where the Soft Stream continues flowing west before it finally reaches the sea at New Paradise, you are becoming a little concerned about your supply situation but Yiqi assures you that the village of New Paradise is full of food.By the time you reach the level ground of the Soft Stream you have lost sight of your quarry but Donovan's little group was last seen heading west and are almost certainly making for New Paradise Village but once they arrive there they will have nowhere else left to run as it is a peninsular, the most western point of Marco where it meets the sea. You are anxious to continue the chase but your men are exhausted and need a rest.
Player: Stop and rest by the stream
DM: Exhausted you order your men to stop and rest for a time before continuing the chase. You all lie down to sleep and soon slip into a deep sleep. During the night you are suddenly woken by gunshots and panicked shouts. You and your men snatch up your guns and spring to your feet but can't find the direction of your attackers until a second little volley of shots ring out, hitting more of your men.Instinctively your men return fire in the direction of the shots and you hear shouts and running feet. You and your men race towards the copse of trees from where your attackers ambushed you and find three dead bodies lying on the ground. None of them are either Donovan or Longa which means your last enemy is still somewhere ahead of you, you all press on leaving your six dead men unburied by the side of the stream.

DM: "No." you say immediately. You know how violent demons can be. "Good. Then go down the path." He points to the dark path. Knowing your other option is death, you turn towards the path.
Player: You begin walking down the path
DM: Obediently you begin walking down the path. You feel scared, but you know to defy him would be the wrong choice. So here you are walking. Maybe there's a chance you'll escape? What's at the end of the path though? And why was it pleasantly cold in this area. Well, the more you walk down the path, the colder it gets. You realize the demon has followed you.
Player: You run back the way you came in
DM: You run back the way you come in hoping possible the demon won't be there anymore. You exit the dark path relieved that you don't spot the demon who told you to go down the path. You take off running trying to find a way out of this hell. However you stumble on a rock and get thrown down a hill into a never ending briar patch. The more you move the more you get cut. You eventually die of blood loss. Sorry, but you've lost. You probably shouldn't have left that path. Please click "The beginning" to retry. Otherwise, leave your comments and thanks for playing!
Player: The beginning
DM: You wake up in a strange place. Bleary eyed, you try to blink the crust from the corners of your eyes. What happened? You feel dizzy and sick. There's intense heat all around you. Cold sweat has already drenched you from head to toe. Nothing's making much sense, but you decide to sit up. You rub your eyes and suddenly, like a a gust of strong wind, your memories flood back in you head. The breath is knocked out of you as you remember last night. The gang! The kidnapping! Suddenly it clicks. "I'm dead?" You say out loud in a meek voice. "Of course you are." Says a sly voice located in front of you.
Player: You blink a few times and try to locate the voice
DM: You blink several times to clear the blurriness from your eyes and look up to see an oddly shaped creature. The creature's body is completely black with long parrot like legs connected to a very, very thin almost skeleton like body with long arms that have finely sharpen claws and a head almost how you imagine a dragon head to be like. The creature grins at you showing of it's razor sharp pearly whites.
Player: You get up and run for the door
DM: You get up on weak legs and sprint for the door as fast as you can. However, the creature is much faster than you and seems to have powers beyond the human mind's comprehension. With it's powers, he simply holds his hand up and a thrusts it forward. And without touch you psychically, the powers knock you back into the wall behind you so hard that you loose your breath. You gasp for breath as the creature decides to stand in front of the door, just in case you were to try again. He's still grinning. "That's always the first move people make. Either run for their mommies or freeze up. You've passed the first test, congratulations." The creature said in a very mischievous tone. You stare at the creature not sure whether you should move or not. You wipe you sweaty palms on your pants.
Player: You ask, "What's the next test?"
DM: What's the next test?" you ask a bit nervously. This creature is really starting to mess with your head. You feel scared. But you're trying to front a brave face and keep your eyes free from fear. "You'll have to find out yourself." The creature says. "Any questions?" He asks, but you can clearly see that he's not in the mood for questions.

DM: "THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN, THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN" you bellow. More of the walruses start to bob their heads. It's really hard to balance the basket on your head and scream at the same time.
Player: Keep screaming
DM: You scream louder and louder until all of the walruses are staring at you. They clap their fins to the rhythm of the beat and are really getting into it.
Player: Throw the basket down and charge the smaller walrus to assert your dominance over the tribe
DM: You charge the smaller walrus. They lose their balance and stumble backwards. You lose your balance as well and slam your head against the floor. Two orca whales ascend from below the ice and swallow both of you. The last thing you hear as death takes you is the steady rhythm of meaty fins slapping together at the exact tempo of Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back In Town".
DM: Further North stands a factory with a big sign labeled "Santa's Workshop". To the east you can see a pack of humanoid walrus like creatures huddled in a circle, staring at something. To the west lies a large cave.
Player: Head North towards the factory.
DM: You approach the factory, but nothing happens.
Player: Observe your surroundings.
Player: Head East towards the walrus creatures.
DM: In the middle of the walrus circle stands a slightly smaller walrus who is attempting to balance a wicker basket on their head. The basket is filled with raw fish and eggs. A timer lays at their feet. One minute remains.
Player: Attempt to ask one of the other walruses what's going on.
DM: The walrus grunts at you but doesn't break his gaze from the little walrus. They for sure don't want to acknowledge you or stop watching the little walrus balance eggs.
Player: Fold the paper scroll into a basket and attempt to balance a bunch of ice on your head.
DM: You pile up a large mound of snow and stuff it into your paper basket. You place the basket on top of your head and stand on one foot. You manage to keep the basket balanced in place. Some of the other walruses stop looking at the center walrus and stare at you instead.
Player: Remove the basket now that you have their attention.
DM: You remove the basket from your head. Immediately upon doing so, an orca whale ascends from the ice below and swallows you whole. You do not meet God in heaven.

DM: Vida handed me the envelope that had since been torn at the edge.I held it in my hands, felt the paper, felt my seal, before I reached and tore it open.I pulled out a letter I had written to you, Zita, and left at your grave the Sunday before.But most of the words I had written had been crossed out. A few letters of words here and there remained.And the letters that were left read,Dear C. Murder. I love you. Zita.Vida peered over the letter, curious as to what it said."By Gods," I whispered, and Vida twitched her nose.
DM: The Grim Reaper named Oberon reappeared across the table, although he did not have his scythe, which could have not possibly not fit inside the house anyway.I caught myself staring at him as he asked Vida, Is the human. . . OK?"It's Miss Cynthia and yes, she's alright. But Oberon, we have a bit of a mystery on our hands now."I watched these two persons interact. One tall and daunting, cloaked in darkness. The other had green skin and blue eyes. She seemed more human to me, and had long, blue hair that drifted through the air, seemed unaffected by physics.I was mesmerized, horrified. I was in shock at this new revelation and at these new people.And Zita, I missed you dearly.And I called, "Zita?" which interrupted these two, what were they? Gods?These two Gods looked over at me.I have no time for mysteries, Oberon said. Especially those of the human sort."Oh nonsense. You love the mysteries of humans even more than I do. But Oberon, do you suppose this has to do with, well. . ."I thought Mira found all the wandering souls and solved this issue, Oberon said."Obviously not!" Vida said, crossed her arms.Oberon let his head fall to the side, as if he rolled his eyes.
Player: Touch Oberon's shoulder
DM: Oberon turned his head, as if to peer down at something beside him.I suppose you are correct, he said to Vida. There are still missing souls. And this one appears to be trying to get my attention.Vida jumped to her feet. Although it almost looked as if she floated. And she did float, much like her hair."What?" she cried.Indeed."Is it Zita?" I asked.Oberon paused for a moment, before saying, Indeed."Stop being so ominous!" Vida scolded. "It is Zita? What is she trying to say?"I assumed Vida was like myself, and neither of us could see you, Zita. And I also assumed you stood right beside Oberon, looked at him with those big brown eyes of yours.And I felt tears in my own. It wasn't fair.Vida looked between Oberon and I.Under her feet I saw flowers sprout, right through the cracks in the floorboards.
Player: Say something sweet
DM: Oberon said, She says, "I love you, Cynthia."Vida began to sob.Those flowers that had tangled around her feet turned to prickly vines before my eyes."I love you too, Zita," I said.But you. . . You already knew that, Zita. You knew that the whole time.I stood to my feet, which were still weak and my bones trembled beneath me, but I managed to take one large breath in, and pull myself back together.And I suddenly knew I had to find you, Zita. Or rather, Vida and Oberon and I had to find your soul.I didn't know what that meant. But I knew it was important.I'd have been a fool if I didn't say I believed in fate. Because I suddenly believed in fate.And fate kept us together, and brought Oberon to me, and kept you near me, Zita.But perhaps that had just been all you too, you sneaky minx.

DM: You look through the scrolls, and see a treasure trove of interesting things. Incomplete drafts of a book called "There And Back Again" By Bilbo Baggins, and a beautiful map of the Lonely Mountain, with a red dragon. It is a shame that the owners don't seem to hold them in any sort of regard. There is a draft of another story Bilbo seemed to be writing, called "The Lost Stories of Beleriand". It tells of horrible things, like the coming of Ungoliant from the Void, a creature so evil that light itself would fade from her presence, and of evil creatures, like Vampires and Werewolves, long since gone from this world. However, there are many beatiful things to, such as the Elven Lands of Gondolin, and Doriath. Doriath, in particular, seems to hold a wonderful quality to it, making you wistful for times long since passed.
Player: Return To Hobbiton
Player: Go towards the Party Tree
DM: You come to the Party Tree. It is a great Oak Tree, and you can see it has seen many, many years in the Shire.It seems there was a party here, not too long ago. There's even a wooden platform here, where a Hobbit no doubt gave a speech.You've heard many stories about how the Party Tree came to be. For example, some younger hobbits say it was planted by the Hobbit "Mad Baggins", its acorn supposedly among the treasures he brought back from his adventure to the Lonely Mountain.As you wander around the tree, you see a ribbon hanging amidst the branches. You pick it up, and threaded onto it are the words "Happy Birthday Bilbo & Frodo!" You have heard of Bilbo, the Hobbit who came back after an adventure to take gold from the dragon Smaug, though this "Frodo" is unknown to you.
Player: Head towards Bag End
DM: You go up to Bag End. The garden is perfectly trimmed...too perfect, in fact. You knock on the round door, and a small, sour face Hobbit woman answers."I'll have none of you Big Folk poking your noses in where you don't belong!" She snaps, "Now clear off!"You suspect you can bribe your way through. But what do you use?
Player: Bribe her with a tale of a talking tree

Player: Join Frank, Jesse, Cole, Bob, Clell, Bill, Charlie and Hoobs in robbing a train in Missouri
DM: Leaving Jim behind you join the rest of the gang in holding up the train outside Otterville. As usual the robbery goes smoothly: after forcing the train to halt you and the James brothers empty the Express Safe while the Youngers guard the train staff and the others hold the horses. Mounting up you ride cross-country, easily eluding pursuit, and once you are well clear of Otterville. You have got away with a good haul: $15,000, which makes your share $1,600.You are all ready now to make the trip up to Minnesota and even Jim joins you to help protect his brothers. At the last moment Hoobs gets cold feet, he has been nervous ever since the train robbery and he insists on staying behind at his farm in Missouri. You and the other outlaws are not impressed but since you can't force him to go with you if he doesn't want to you all agree to let him back out of the planned robbery and make preparations to head up to Minnesota without him.

DM: Who knew being a ghost had rules? You will need some of these later on... Rules Never show yourself to anyone but a mage If found meddling in living affair's that does not directly involve getting to the crystalline realms you will be sent to the Infernal planes Any evil doing found will be punished. DO NOT SAY YOU ARE DEAD!!! Floating through the air you went as light and distance bent around you, you ended up in a small circular chamber in the capital of the Black Hand, "So, I suppose you came to kill me Raven?" Pollux spoke from the middle of a defense circle etched in the dark wood. "No, just to ask a question a simple question. Why were you such an asshole to me you son of a bitch?!?!" you scream causing the light's to flicker on and off. "Why does a man crush a bug underfoot? Simple I was born to nobility you were a peasant that was there." he sneer's in a condescending tone. "Noble? Pah I'm more noble than you. You come from a series murderer's who murdered real nobility to gain power." "Your Nothing more than a spirit now! what authority do you have behind your self to insult me so?" lighting the back of the chamber Pollux showed you his death knight's. (Knight's who fell to unholy practice's and became possessed by a demon.) "The rules of all planes of all in existence to pass on, to be truly at peace I had to confront you and now I shall." What will you summon?
Player: A small group of elite warrior's
DM: You wave your ghostly hand summoning about twenty Shining Paladin's (Paladin's that have done great deed's). One in particularly ornate armor turns to you bows and says "What do you wish of us great king?" "Great King?" Pollux asked more to himself than you. "Destroy the necromancer and these unholy knights." You say. Drawing their swords they charge catching a burst of negative energy from Pollux's hand with their shields. They clashed with the Death knights and you Caused a block of stone to fall on Pollux, He caught it with some magic and screamed "I will not be defeated by a mere ghost!" "NOR SHALL YOU!" The captain (you deduced from his armor) shouted as his men mopped up the remaining death knight. Pollux turned the question written on his face. "He is the King of all that is good and holy the man who will restore balance between the realms." He explained. "Well your king shall die with you." A old man walked in. He went onto the offensive launching blobs of black energy eating through the paladin's armor revealing the bright light underneath. You summoned a ghostly sword one of those two handed executioner's sword (you always wanted one of these) and swung at the man's back. it passed through causing no damage to him as planned. He looked down and the captain swung his sword hamstringing the man. He fell the captain forced Pollux next him head bowed. "For crimes against all realms and planes along with practicing forbidden magic, you are hereby sentenced to death." You intone. Swinging your sword you behead the older man. moving to Pollux just as you reach the peak of your overhead swing say, "the man that squash's the bug sometimes get bit." Beheading him too. Bowing to the captain you thank him and transport to professor Lodar's room...
Player: Finding your killers (That sound's weird)
DM: You appear in professor Lodar's office, you look at the clock and deduce he is teaching your old class. Sitting down you decide to mull over the event's since those people broke in... grimacing you remember the feeling of knife's entering your body and boot's and rock's hitting you. Looking down you pause after looking at the hole's. Your robes have changed now they are grand almost regal looking. That's weird laying back you mull over your confrontation with Pollux. You wonder about what the captain had said "He a king of all that is good and holy." you move to scratch your head but your finger's smash on something metal... grasping it you take the crown off and turn it. It looks old you decide and it fits perfectly on your head almost tailored made for you. you hear the door opening and stand putting the crown back on. "Hey, Raven I got some leads on- whoa what happened to you?" he stopped as he turns holding a few folder's. "I really don't know, but what about leads?" you ask, walking (gliding? flying?) towards him. "Several kids all in the same dorm and in the same class right now." he grinned opening the folders and setting them on his desk. "Thanks, has some one slipped up?" you memorize there face's but not there names that's unimportant. "Yeah I was talking to a friend of mine and he overheard some students talk about they should or shouldn't come forward about something." "Is Bree doing okay?" you asked "Surprisingly, yeah she painted a picture of you it helps here cope." he smiles, one of those sad ones yet full of hope.
Player: Go to their class
DM: You fly across campus and go into the class... "So class that is how you charm a sword to never break." Professor Maxine (a dwarf) explained as she swung the sword at a solid block of stone. A assistant (you can tell she has no magical ability) walks in holding a few packages, she walked across the room. Do you want to appear now?

DM: You weapon connects with it in mid air, and you send it flying. You look at their overwhelming numbers then decide that it would be prudent to reconsider your options for dealing with them. Firstly, you could just draw your weapons and butcher them, you could probably take them all alone. However, if you underestimated their numbers, you might get a 'Death by rats' ending. Secondly, you could smoke them out, then kill them as they run out of the storage. However, they might escape through whatever portal they used to enter the storage, and return after the smoke clears... Then your efforts would be fruitless. Third, you could go find your companions and figure out what to do together.
Player: Get reinforcements.
DM: You decide that there would be no harm in swallowing your pride to ask your companions for help to kill the rats. You leave the basement, and seek out your companions. You see Zorbak and Twilly first, so you decide to ask them. 'Help you with a rat problem? Sure, Twilly will help! After all Hero DID help Twilly.' 'Mehehehe! My minion needs help? I, as your powerful, deadly, cunning and heroic Moglin master will help you, my pathetic slave!' You then seek out Valencia and Ballyhoo. 'Well... It's unlikely but one of the rats might have a good pelt that i could sell for money. Any idea how rare those are?' 'My axe could do with some swinging.' You then lead the way to the basement. As you open the door leading to the storage area, green rats pour out. Your companions immediately blur into action. Ballyhoo swings her axe with deadly results. Heads and assorted body parts are sent flying by powerful swings. Valencia throws her daggers with deadly accuracy, taking the rats in their throats. Zorbak raises the bodies of dead rats, and flings bolts of necromantic energy from his staff. Twilly beats a rat with the staff you got for him. Finally, all the rats are dead. You head up to report your success while Valencia inspects the rats to see if any have pelts worth saving.
Player: Finally... A room!
DM: You tell Yulgar about how you helped him vanquish the rats... and how you caught them drinking his Strawberry Smoothies. 'So that's where all my reserve stocks of strawberry smoothies went! Anyway, thanks for your help, adventurer, good luck with your quest to defeat the Chaos Lords!' You go to the room 42, the room Yulgar gave you, and quickly fall asleep. At about midnight, you feel a urge to answer Nature's call... You leave your room on the second floor, and notice a door with a boy and a girl carved into it. Beside it, you see a ladder.
Player: Into the room!
DM: You step into the room, and find yourself in a toilet! You relieve yourself and walk over to the basin. That's when you see a guy, fully clothed, in the bathtub! 'Ahhh! Who are you and what are you doing here?!?! You are not some Crazy fan who wants my autograph are you?' 'Hiya, I'm Cysero, the Mad magical weaponsmith! I like to take a long bath while I'm thinking up new magical inventions. It gets me clean, helps me think, and washes my clothes at the same time! IT MAKES SENSE! The water is still warm, so I don't want to get up yet. And as for fans... Let's just say that I have more those than you do. You talk with Cysero for awhile, then leave him and go to sleep. The next day you decide to head to Swordhaven again. You immediately go for the throne room, to ask King Alteon if he has anymore quests for you.

Player: Wait a bit
DM: remembering the rule's of ghost hood you wait until she leaves considering how big that bundle of paper's and that pen it was going to take a while. Scanning the room you spot the faces in the folder's near the back talking floating over you listened in... "Dude, we should tell someone He was freaking dead!" one guy yelled in a man's ear with his arm around a female elf (interspecies relationship's were not unheard of, but Black Hand stomped that out) "Don't worry Frullen, No one has any reason to suspect us, not like we left anything for them to track to us. Right Baby?" he says turning to the elf. "Right I checked." She confirms giving him a kiss. You floated down to the professor and saw the assistant leave. The professor started taking a breath you whispered. "May, I have a word with your class?" you whispered in the professor ear. "What are you?" She asked in the same tone. chuckling "A spirit finishing my final business on this plane." you responded. Nodding her consent you appear after she talk's to the class. "We have a... guest speaker He is a spirit finishing his business on this plane." Keeping your eye on the group they visibly blanch at your appearance. "Good morning class." smiling you think of how interesting this will be...

DM: You decide not to take any chances and stay inside. You wait 3 more minuets before the clock finally says it is has been 5 minuets. You shout hurray and still don't see a police car. You open the shutters and look outside. You gasp and jump away. The figure is looking at you from outside. Before you can react the figure raises his hand and shatters the glass.
Player: Run to the back
DM: You make a mad dash for the back rooms. Then you feel the pain. You look at your right shoulderblade, there is a long piece of glass hanging in it. Your skin is just a piece of flap by the glass. You need to get it off. You decide to grab the skin but it is too wet. You run to the bedroom door and place the flab in the doorway, and then you close the door and pull with all your might.The skin falls off and starts to bleed in seconds. You turn around and see the figure in the entrence to the rooms. You run into the bedrooms. You see a wardrobe, beds, and the door to the bathroom. You need to hide.
Player: Under the bed
DM: You run under the bed and hide. You hear the murderers footsteps as he enters the room. Then it became quiet. You sat there for a few secondsd hoping he left. You hear the sound of heavy boots leaving the room.
Player: Do nothing
DM: You still stay still knowing he is trying to bait you. You stand there as the killer ACTUALLY walks away.
Player: Stand still, STILL
DM: Okay, when I capitalize ACTUALLY that means I'm serious, now your just wasting my time, I'M TRYING TO NARRATE!
Player: Get out.
DM: You get up and walk out releived that you are in one piece. NOW you can breath.
Player: Breath
DM: "HHHHHMMMMMM""AHHHHHHHH" You breath. You feel so happy that you almost forget about the killer. ALMOST, you get reminded by the stench. You walk out of the kitchen door and into the backyard. You hear a zrrrrp and turn to your right. You look at the genorator. You realize it has been turned off.
Player: Turn it on
DM: You turn the power back on sense it is too dark. As you bend down to press the lever the whole generator buzzes. You pull your hand away for a second but put it back on the lever. You yank the lever down as hard as you can yet nothing happens. The lever is probably broken, just like this camp. You walk away with disapointment. You see a silver thing on the ground.

DM: You slide your daggers out of their hidden sheaths and throw them. Right before they hit, he catches them.You move to attack him but he says 'Wait! i need you to help with quest! Give you exp and you level up!'You still have daggers hidden, so do you attack him again or see what he wants?
Player: Daggers gonna take him down!

DM: A black void, studded with innumerable stars, stretches out before you, as you stand in mid-air. A dark figure trots towards you obscuring a constellation. She is tall and dark blue, with cerulean eyes and two wings, as well as a Unicorn's Horn. Princess Luna, ruler of the night, stands before you. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" You say. Or do you merely think the words, in your head? Princess Luna nods."Dreams are my domain, and I have found they can show us many things, both about ourselves and the world around us." Princess Luna's voice fills your mind with images; A full moon over a calm sea, or a night forest blanketed in snow, the ground sparkling like the stars that surround you."Your dreams tell me that you are about to find your way into a great many adventures," Luna continues, "But before all of that, you must ask yourself one question : who are you?-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Choose your race. Each race will have effects on certain parts of the game; for example, some races will find it easier to enter some places than others. Each race has its own special power that will change gameplay.Earth Pony - Earth ponies have a special contection to the earth. This makes them great at physical skills; the vast majority of farmers, for example, are Earth Ponies, and the greatest warriors of Equestrian History are Earth Ponies.Pegasus Pony - Pegasi have wings, and a special kind of magic allowing them to walk upon the clouds and even have limited weather control. Pegasi are often quite agile, and their control over the air means they have historically have been famous military strategists.Unicorn Pony - Unicorns have horns, allowing them to have control over powerful magic. Unicorns tend to fulfill roles requiring high intelligence, such as being great scientists and mages.
Player: Unicorn
DM: You may now choose your stats. Each stat has a maximum of 10, and affect skill checks. Points remining = 30Your stats = Strength = 0 Agility = 0 Charisma = 0 Kindness = 0 Perception = 0 Intelligence = 0 Physical traitsStrength - Measures your physical strength. This is good for characters who want to focus both on skills that involve manual labour, or those who wish to focus on melee combat. Agility - Measures your reflexes, and your ability to very quickly respond to events. Ideal for sneaky builds, or those that rely on speed for combat rather than brute strength. This is good for characters who want to be quick, and is also useful for general combat skills.Social TraitsCharisma - Measures your ability to convince ponies, as well as other races that use language. This is good for characters who wish to speak their way through problems, and can be used in Kindness - Measures your ability to connect with animals, as well as children. This is good for characters who want to spend time with natureIntelligence traitsPerception - Measures your ability to see things in the world that others might miss. Good for characters who want to solve problems by noticing small details.Intelligence - Measures your wisdom, knowledge and deductive abilities. This is good for characters who wish to discover, as well as those who specialize in problem solving. This is highly recommended for unicorn characters who wish to heavily spec into magic
Player: +1 Kindness
DM: You may now choose your stats. Each stat has a maximum of 10, and affect skill checks. Points remining = 29Your stats = Strength = 0 Agility = 0 Charisma = 0 Kindness = 1 Perception = 0 Intelligence = 0 Physical traitsStrength - Measures your physical strength. This is good for characters who want to focus both on skills that involve manual labour, or those who wish to focus on melee combat. Agility - Measures your reflexes, and your ability to very quickly respond to events. Ideal for sneaky builds, or those that rely on speed for combat rather than brute strength. This is good for characters who want to be quick, and is also useful for general combat skills.Social TraitsCharisma - Measures your ability to convince ponies, as well as other races that use language. This is good for characters who wish to speak their way through problems, and can be used in Kindness - Measures your ability to connect with animals, as well as children. This is good for characters who want to spend time with natureIntelligence traitsPerception - Measures your ability to see things in the world that others might miss. Good for characters who want to solve problems by noticing small details.Intelligence - Measures your wisdom, knowledge and deductive abilities. This is good for characters who wish to discover, as well as those who specialize in problem solving. This is highly recommended for unicorn characters who wish to heavily spec into magic

DM: An alarm blares in your ears. It's time you woke up. It's time to hunt.
Player: ...
DM: With a grunt you lurch off of the gritty bed and, after throwing on a pair of shorts to cover your naked body, you head over to your quaint kitchen. In your head, you're renowned for making a mean 'dry-piece-of-toast-with-fuck-all-on-it'. After eating this measly breakfast (respectively small for your 'job') you check the letterbox. There are three unidentified letters wedged in it.
Player: Letter Two
DM: The second letter on the stack, upon opening, reveals a letter from the post-office, detailing a change in fixtures and plans, as a new post-office has opened up recently just around the block.
Player: Letter Three
DM: The third letter, upon opening, is a simple lined piece of paper with a hastened scribble on it.'CARLOS TARZIO. PAYMENT IN NEXT LETTER'The name rings a bell. Carlos Tarzio. He leads a certain corporation. A certain corporation that would target lowlifes who ask hit-men to place a death-wish over another man's head. Carlos runs 'YInk'. Don't let the name perceive you different, they are merely the mafia of tax collectors. Live on a Tarzio street, and you pay their tax. Simple. Just don't ever break that rule or you're as good as dead.Upon realizing the scope of this hit, and after returning to the bedroom having dropped the letter on the floor, you scramble around the cabinet for a handgun, fit it into your bag, suit up in 'casual wear' and head out the door quickly.You reach the city square, bustling as usual. The only street you know of that is run by Carlos is Trinity Street (an ironic name for a Tarzio street). One of your buddies, however, may know of another street run by him.
Player: Call your friend
DM: You pull out your phone. Your friend picks up after a few tones of the dial and you explain your situation to your trusted friend. However, this commotion has garnered you a few looks from a couple of sinister looking men across the square, decked out in trench-coats in the midst of summer. Maybe you should not have talked so loud. After learning about another heavily secured street run by YInk (a street called Roland Street), you avoid the two men's gazes and try to act casual, hiding in a small crowd of people. They were beginning to walk towards you. Faster. Faster still. You make a decision.
Player: Run to Roland Street
DM: You dart off in the direction of Roland Street, skirting the curb of one of the busy main roads, crossing it haphazardly and taking a quick glance behind you. They aren't making chasing, merely discussing on a phone. After a moment, a brief smirk crawls across their faces, a barely visible one however. They continue back into the crowd at the square, disregarding your escape. You make your way to Roland Street, in search of information. After rambling down the street for a few minutes, it begins to dawn on you. Mainly your mistakes, which have visualized in a red dot on the pavement. It meanders its way towards you, before finally resting on your chest. There's no escape now. [BAD ENDING]

DM: "What do you want?" The kitten asks to you in a British accent. You shrug. He continues on trying to cut the hard slab of frozen butter. Hmm...
Player: Leave
DM: You step into the pizza shop. There are many kittens working and eating in the pizza shop. The only kitties of interest are the cashier who has spiky purple hair and a skinny kitten with a monocle trying to cut some butter. What do you do?
Player: Cashier
DM: "Whaddyawant?" The cashier asks you. He shows you a list of things that you can buy. There are a bunch of pizzas and soft drinks, but you don't need those. Unfortunately, everything is very expensive, except for the cheese. The cheese is free. You take some cheese, but it's very smelly. "Good luck eating that!" The cashier laughs. You look at the list. Super Non-Toxic Tomato Sauce - 799.99 Kitten Dollars. Product can be bought by credit card Kidz Meal - 9.99 Kitten Dollars Pie - 20.99 Kitten Dollars. Product can be bought by credit card Well, that sucks.There are only two things worth buying.
Player: Skinny Kitten
Player: Stinky Cheese
DM: You bounce around on the leaves of a tree. You decide to bounce on it some more. Then you realize that leaves aren't bouncy. Who cares? You think and you jump up and down on the leaves. Then some grumpy voice shouts, "HEY! This is private property! These leaves are for the Mitten Factory! Wait a second! Stop right there!" You bounce off of the leaves and run as fast as you can. The police kitten runs at you and notices something on your shoulder. "Oh... If you're FAT, then you can stay around. Wait a second, all Feline Agent Troop members have the scale of a lizard on their shoulders!" "Tell me the truth!" The police kitten points a cane at you.

DM: You awake with a pounding headache. An arm is draped over you, you can feel breasts pushed up against your back. You turn around. Sam. Of course it was Sam. Her black hair with pink highlights falls across her face. You kiss her. She stirs slightly, murmurs something inaudible, then continues to sleep.You get up and walk past the used condom and empty beer bottles that litter your bedroom floor. You pull on a pair of pants and open your door to come face to face with Nate and Jimmy.They were both smiling. "Hey pal" Jimmy said "how was your night?""Not bad.""Uh huh, that's one word for it." "How was she?" Nate piped in. Nate was never one to talk much, and when he did it was usually something about sex.You ignore him. Jimmy asks "So, you in for tonight?""Tonight?""Yeah, I've got word of a shipment of Dirt coming in at the port. You should come get in on it with me, then we can bring it to Nate's place for the party tonight."
Player: Don't go to the party or the drug deal
DM: You decide to stay home. Your friends don't like that, but you have a motive. Your parents are away, so you can get away with pretty much anything.You call Sam at around 8, and you two fuck for hours. Her moans fill up the empty halls of your house. You never leave the bedroom until the next afternoon at 2, when Sam has to go to work. It's only then that you look at your phone.27 missed calls from Nate. You know that something must've happened. You call him back."Hi, Nate.""Hey Jake... uh... something happened."He sounded sick, like whatever happened was affecting his health. This only served to worry you more. "What happened?""The heroin deal was fake, Jake... Jimmy is dead."You break down. You sit down, feeling yourself be lost to the weight of the situation. For the first time in your life, you feel heartbreak. "Oh shit... goddammit...""Listen, Jake, I gotta go... but like... we can talk through this later, man."Your eyes swell from the tears that cascade from them. You look at a knife on the kitchen table, and consider it for the first time in your life.
Player: Don't do it
DM: You don't do it, but the loss of your best friend still weighs heavily on you. You mourn for the remainder of your life. You and Nate grow distant as time goes on. He moves on, you can't.You get married to Sam, and you continue on the path that you had led thus far. You party, you drink, you fuck. You eventually find yourself, at 42, staring into a diner at a woman you used to know...
Player: Outside a Diner
DM: You are here, outside this diner, for a reason. The downward spiral you are on depresses you. The death of Jimmy depresses you. You want to end it. The diner is on a river. You can jump and it'll all be over. But here? In front of Sarah, who you feel only love for?
Player: Go inside
DM: You go into the diner. Sarah is there, taking orders. You walk right up to her and say "Hey, Sarah!"She stares at you blankly. She doesn't recognize you. "It's Jake, we uh... we used to be neighbours? We were best friends?"There is still no recollection."Sir? Are you all right? Can I help you, somehow?""No, no, it's fine. I guess I just thought you were someone else."Disheartened that she didn't remember you, you resolve to do what you came to do.

DM: Blanco"Fuck!" you shout, staring at your reflection in the mirror as you cut open your face again in a pathetic attempt to shave.You made some bad choices last night. You could've handled the drinks you had with your friends, it was the additional bottle of whiskey matched with the speedball you put into your veins after you got home and invited some lady friends off the street and back into your room that did you in. You think Rivera and Porras suspect, and Captain Mendez must know about the amount of evidence disappearing and the reports of dealers being shaken down by an off-duty caught, but because of your otherwise squeaky clean record, he's let you off."Are you sure you don't want to come back in bed for a few minutes?" the ugliest of the prostitutes calls."Get out of my house, we're finished here!" you call with annoyance, before finishing shaving.You sigh, before hearing your work phone ring."Fuck!" you scream, punching the mirror.
Player: One Hour Later...
DM: Rivera"Anyone want coffee?" you ask, staring at Porras and Captain Mendez, as well as the other four members of your team, Garcia, Gallo, Perez and Sindile."Black," the Captain replies, as the others remain quiet.Blanco bursts through the door, a cigarette clenched between his teeth."Sorry I'm late," he says, grabbing a chair and sitting. "What's the situation?""We have reports of the location of a group of kidnappers known as the Espada de Dios," Captain Mendez says as the projector shudders to life to display an old, massive wooden mansion in the middle of the desert."Espada? We'll be killing priests? Porros rejoiced and Rivera wept!" Blanco laughs."Priests don't kidnap people. These are criminals, Satanists. They do not have the Lord's protection," you reply as your fingers absent-mindedly wrap around your rosary."Satanists? Says who? When I was a boy, I had a man on my street who was an alien android, a mad psychologist, a prince, a general and the horseman of war. You can't trust rumors," Porras says."I don't give a damn. We move in, kill any hostiles and save any hostages. Same as usual," Captain Mendez says."Yes, sir!" you all respond."Everyone in the truck. We'll go over the plans inside."
Player: Forty Minutes Later...
DM: MendezYou've done this many, many times before. You've led countless raids, and have one of the lowest causality per raid rates of any SWAT team. Still, you feel fear as you approach this mission, a heavy pit in your stomach. This is the kind of fear you've felt sitting up in bed, alone in the house as Papa drinks at the bar and Mama works the streets, hearing noises from every shadow outside your window, or under your bed, or in your closet. You need to stay strong for your men, though."Alright! Everyone clear with the plan?""We split up and everyone gets a scooby snack?" Blanco smiles from the driver's seat."Gallo and Garcia go in through the back, sweeping through the kitchen. Sindile and Perez head through the side entrance into the lounge, and they both head through the hallways to meet with us in the central chambers as I take Rivera, Blanco and Porras into the main entrance. Then, we clear the upper floors while Rivera and Porras defend the lower floors, and then we sweep the basement.""Got it, boss," Blanco says."Yes, sir," the others reply."I want to move quickly. If we haven't secured the ground floor in sixty seconds, we've fucked up. Got it?""Yes, sir!" they bark."Good!""Five minutes!" Blanco barks, as the van goes silent."Three minutes!""Sixty Seconds!""Ten Seconds!"The van pulls up outside the house, and the group bursts out. Silently, you move out of the back, motioning for Gallo and Garcia to head around the back as Perez and Sindile head to the side. Blanco and Rivera take position on either side of the door as Porras jogs forward holding a sledgehammer. You stand by the door as Porras raises the hammer, before swinging.

DM: You and the others all drive down to Tucson and settle yourselves comfortably in that desert town, you are soon joined by a rather shaken John. He pulled off the bank robbery in East Chicago but Red was shot and seriously wounded, John has left him in Chicago to recover. The five of you do your best to enjoy yourselves in the city without him.Everything seems to be going well until one evening you and John are heading over to Russell's apartment to see if he wants to join you all for a drink. As you approach the cottage door you notice blood on the step. Turning around you are startled to find yourself facing two lawmen, guns in their hands."Put up those hands or we'll shoot you," one of the men threatens.This time you get no chance to run. You and John slowly raise your hands. The Tucson Police take you into custody, it later transpires there was a fire at the hotel some of the gang was staying at, a fireman recognized them from wanted pictures and warned the police. In one day you, John, Harry, Charles and Russell are all arrested after brief struggles.You and John and transferred to Crown Point, Indiana for trial where you are both suspected of taking part in the East Chicago Bank Robbery ten days before your arrest where a policeman was shot and killed. If convicted you could face the electric chair. You are downcast but John remains upbeat, he has no intention of staying in jail for long...

DM: You take a closer look at the case containing the small fossils. You see a sharp, curved claw, a curved shell that looks a bit like a snail and a stone with the blackened skeleton of a fish inside."These strange fossils were donated by adventurers from the lands of Rhun and Far Harad," says the sign, "They may be from extinct reptiles from before any men, hobbits or even Dwarves and Elves came to this land."You wonder what the world must have looked like thousands or even hundreds of millions of years ago.
Player: The Mathom House
Player: Go into the Curiosties Section
DM: These are small, miscellaneous things that the hobbits did not categorise.There is a small chunk of what looks like a slightly pinkish lump of silver, though the sign on the case says it is too light to be silver. It was apparently donated by Bilbo Baggins after his adventure in Erebor.There also seems to be a small toy in one of the cases. It is an eagle made of pure gold, and its wings flap up and down slowly, as if powered by an unknown mechanism. You look closer, and see that it is hovering very slightly above the floor of the case. The sign on the case reads "This is one of the Dwarven Toys made in the City of Dale. This was graciously donated by the Dwarf Gloin of Erebor."There are plenty of other strange and marvelous items and toys as well, such as a tiny model of a golden dragon, as well as brooches, gems and jewels.
Player: Return to The Mathom House

DM: You run to the front door, before pausing."What the fuck?"You turn to see that now standing in front of the door is a completely white, humanoid creature that hangs on the door frame, stretching across the door way. The creature has completely black eyes, and its hands and feet have long, sharpened bone claws. "What the fuck is that?" Captain Mendez barks."Its a demon..." Rivera whimpers."Fuck that, shoot it!" Blanco shouts, stumbling to take out his gun.
Player: Run
DM: You turn and run, following Blanco. You run from the creature, into a side room of the house."Keep going, keep going!" Blanco screams, as you spot a small staircase heading downstairs to the basement.Suddenly, a door bursts open, and a man with a priest collar bursts out. He holds a sack, and quickly pops it around Blanco's head, tightening it."Ah!" Blanco yells, as you raise your gun.The priest throws the now blind Blanco into a side room, before grabbing your gun barrel and pushing it aside. He quickly jabs you in the face and you fall backwards. You hit the stairs, bouncing along as you painfully rumble down the stairwell, knocking your head and arms on the hard stairs as you scream.
Player: Tumble
DM: You bounce along the stares with a terrified scream before landing painfully on the cold concrete floor. You feel your legs snap as you let out a terrified scream, crumpling to the floor as you look around, seeing nothing but darkness. You hear the horrible noises upstairs go silent, and are left alone in the darkness."Hello? Hello?" you call.You hear sniffling, wheezing and gasping around you in the darkness as the other residents of this basement hear you. Deep breathing slowly gets louder as they begin heading towards you. You begin to crawl desperately backwards, your broken legs painfully scraping along the floor as you bite your lip until it begins to bleed profusely as you try to prevent yourself from whimpering and alerting the creatures as you're left alone in the dark.
Player: Keep crawling away
DM: BlancoYou're running desperately away from those fucking undead when the door bursts open in front of you. You see a tall, gaunt man wearing a priest's outfit with the classic black clothes and a white collar with midnight black hair. He stares at you for a second, before grabbing you. A black cloth sack goes around your head, tightening as you lose sight and it tightens. You grab at the priest's throat as he pulls you into a side room, throwing you to the ground. You fumble to pull the sack off your head, and finally drag it off. You look up in time to see the boot slam into your face as blood spurts out of your nose and you collapse backwards again, this time losing consciousness.

DM: You raise your gun and open fire on the monsters. They shudder under the hail of your bullets, but they don't drop. They continue standing, as your and your comrades unleash all you have.ClickYou're out of ammo, and the monsters are all still standing. They're covered with bullet holes, staring at you with those terrifying dead eyes."Get away from me!" Captain Mendez screams, and you turn.You see a completely white, humanoid creature that hangs on the door frame, stretching a long hand to touch Captain Mendez. The creature has completely black eyes, and its hands and feet have long, sharpened bone claws. Suddenly, the creature bursts forward, grabbing Captain Mendez with immense strength, flinging him over its shoulder and climbing along the stairwell to the upper floors. Captain Mendez screams as he fires his gun repeatedly in the creature's head to no avail. You stare as he's dragged away, and see that the only way to get to him is through the monstrous dead.
Player: Charge through the monsters
DM: You charge into the packs of monster, ramming your shoulder into the creatures, knocking them aside. Then, they attack. You feel dozens of rotting hands grab the plates of your SWAT armor and begin to scratch and tear at your face."Get the fuck off me!" you scream.You're lifted up, and flung along the room. You scream in terror as you smash into the wooden floor as it bends and snaps, smashing open as you go through the floor with a scream.
Player: Fall
DM: You fall through the floor, falling for a second before landing painfully on the cold concrete floor. You feel your legs snap as you let out a terrified scream, crumpling to the floor as you look around, seeing nothing but darkness. You hear the horrible noises upstairs go silent, and are left alone in the darkness."Hello? Hello?" you call.You hear sniffling, wheezing and gasping around you in the darkness as the other residents of this basement hear you. Deep breathing slowly gets louder as they begin heading towards you. You begin to crawl desperately backwards, your broken legs painfully scraping along the floor as you bite your lip until it begins to bleed profusely as you try to prevent yourself from whimpering and alerting the creatures as you're left alone in the dark.

Player: Kitchen
DM: Welcome to the kitchen!!! Time to make a new lemonade recipe and sell it!!! Do you have all the stuff you want to make lemonade with? (You can't go to stores again after this)
Player: Let's make lemonade!!!
DM: Okay!!! Time to make lemonade. Use the item you want to add first.
Player: Nevermind stahp
Player: No lemme go back

DM: You raise your gun and open fire on the creature, but your bullets simply bounce off its white hide. It continues hanging there, as your and your comrades unleash all you have.ClickYou're out of ammo. Suddenly, the creature bursts forward, grabbing Captain Mendez with immense strength and flinging him over its shoulder, and climbing along the stairwell to the upper floors. Captain Mendez screams as he fires his gun repeatedly in the creature's head to no avail. You stare as he's dragged away, and see that the only way to get to him is through the monstrous dead.
Player: Abandon Captain Mendez and attempt to escape through one of the side rooms
DM: You turn, and head into one of the side rooms, followed quickly by Blanco."Keep going, keep going!" Blanco screams, as you spot a small staircase heading downstairs to the basement.Suddenly, a door bursts open, and a man with a priest collar bursts out. He holds a sack, and quickly pops it around Blanco's head, tightening it."Ah!" Blanco yells, as you raise your gun.The priest throws the now blind Blanco into a side room, before grabbing your gun barrel and pushing it aside. He quickly jabs you in the face and you fall backwards. You hit the stairs, bouncing along as you painfully rumble down the stairwell, knocking your head and arms on the hard stairs as you scream.

DM: He presses the dial, and turns up the volume..".. Now, we should turn our attention to the increase in hospital deaths around the Fairmont City and Barnes Bennett River area. Patients are admitted with what medical professionals call 'necrosis'; parents, cover the kid's ears,"..part of you wants to turn it off, but curiosity gets the best of you.."a condition that causes living tissues to decompose. That's right, a live person whose skin and muscle are literally rotting and falling off. Hospital staff is unprepared to treat the patients, or even to diagnose each necrotic victim with any known diseases. The body count has risen from last week's total of three to a whopping, seventeen deaths in the past four-"Mike changes the station. The solemn newscaster's voice is replaced by Celine Dion, singing "My Heart Will Go On", the love theme from 'Titanic'.Your work-friend is getting nervous. Looking at his arm. Looking at the radio. Arm. Radio. Then his arm for the longest time.. "Uh.. Make another left.. Do you think that biting prick gave me some kinda.. I don't know.. necrotizing..?"Turning the wheel, you try to decide how to answer that. The Suburban rumbles around the corner; ahead, the trees are starting to get farther apart, and you can almost make out a paved road. You glance down at Mike's arm. It's swelling, like there's an infection. But, there's a purple rash and small, raised, circular marks. Like, blisters almost.. Fuck. One of them is leaking.
Player: "Listen man, there's no way you got some freak-disease."

DM: You walk into the strange anti-knife building. Apparently, you can't see it if you have a knife with you. When you walk in, you see several lawful looking kittens. One of them shouts, "The mayor has a scholarship again for nanotechnology! You have to save him though!" Several other kittens respond to that with loud hoorays and they all rush out. That was very weird.
Player: Radio Shack
DM: There's nothing here at the Radio Shack except the weird radio talk. There's a free rubber ducky though.
Player: Rubber Ducky
DM: You're in Mitten Village, a strange little village with a mitten factory. Where do you go?
Player: The Apartment
DM: You're inside the five story apartment. You immediately see a sign. 1st Floor: Lobby, Swimming Pool, and Rooms 2nd Floor: Bar, Laundry, and Rooms 3rd Floor: La Kitten Cafe and Rooms 4th Floor: Artsy Shop and Rooms 5th Floor: Used Book Store and Rooms Roof: Overlook Cafe Wow, this place is awesome! What floor do you want to go to?
Player: Fifth Floor
DM: You walk inside of the used bookstore. To your surprise, the door is a used door from the 60's and the doorknob looks like an ancient skull doorknob. Wow. You walk inside and see a kitty wearing hippie clothes (probably used as well) and you see a smiling face on a patched up laptop screen. "Throwing knives get you more wins." The smiling face said. What the heck?! Is that all? You look at the shelves and see tiny blobs of dust. Those were probably ancient used books for fleas. Wow. This place is cheap.
Player: Go back down to the lobby
Player: Roof
DM: When you get to the roof, you know right away that this is the snazziest part of the hotel. Very classic music goes smoothly through the speakers. Some very rich looking kittens are sipping cups of creamed coffee. Some kittens are actually licking each other (the equivalent of making out for kittens). You lay back and order the fancy guy seven pancakes and a good strong cup of cocoa coffee. He protests about something in French, "Ne buvez pas! Le cacao est toxique pour les chatons!" You don't care what he says. He puts down the cocoa coffee and you start to pick up the cup until you see the clock. Wow, you really got sidetracked didn't you, going around this weird apartment! What do you do?
Player: Drink the cocoa coffee
DM: Apparently, you forgot that chocolate was poisonous to cats and you die a gruesome and poisoned death.
Player: You're dead

DM: You follow a winding path that emerges on a lonely plateau. A small stone shrine containing small deities surrounded by burnt-out incense pots and a few more small statues stands near the edge of the plateau. Even to your inexperienced eye you can tell this is a traditional Chinese Shrine and standing where it does it looks rather beautiful. After pausing for a moment to enjoy the scene you retrace your steps.
Player: Back South
DM: With branches scratching at your arms and legs you make your way along the path and emerge into a wide flat clearing. A burnt-out shell of a large stone building lies just off the path. It is half-overgrown with weeds and whatever once stood there has been totally devastated by fire and stands abandoned and empty. The whole ruin gives off a strong feeling of melancholy and depression, like something lost. You feel uncomfortable lingering here. Paths trail off to the west, north and south.
Player: Go west
DM: You follow the path as it twists and turns, long overhanging branches across the path indicate that it is rarely used. Soon you come to a three-way junction: paths trail off to the southwest, north and east. The sun is continuing to creep across the sky and time is passing as you consider which way to go.
Player: North
DM: You emerge from an overgrown path on a rocky promontory overlooking the sea on the north side of the island: Hong Kong Island is visible in the distance. Han Island stretches away to the west and east of you, the steep cliffs looking heavily forested, and near the cliff edge is a large stone cross. Approaching you read the words carved into it:"Sacred to the Memory of Samuel Sidney-Smythe, who did so much to improve this island before his tragic death, and also to the Memories of his wife Ivy and daughter Rosemary, who also met their ends in sad circumstances. This Memorial was established by members of the Han Island Museum in fond memory of the Smythe Family's Contributions to this Island and its people."With nothing else to do here you retrace your steps.
Player: South
Player: Southwest
DM: You trudge down a path into Lo So Shing, stopping at a sign in the middle of the village's single street that reads "Welcome To The Old Village". It is a ramshackle collection of small stone homes, all containing just one or a few rooms. At the head of the village's street is a small stone temple covered in beautiful traditional Cantonese paintings. Nearby a small shop appears to be the village's only business while a school stands off to one side, a sign next to it says "Closed" but the doors are missing and the playground is overgrown with weeds. Paths lead out of the village at four corners: to the northwest, northeast, southwest and southeast.Happily, all the homes in the village have labelled front gates and you soon spot the Xing Family's home. A short way off is the Feng Family's home where Chow Feng lives when he is not at the caves, a man you take to be his brother is outside fixing a bike. Next door to the Feng's is an unkempt building marked Hall's House but it is empty, it's owner elsewhere. The village is quiet and peaceful and a cool wind shakes the giant leaves of palm trees overhead as you consider what to do next.

DM: You blast the doors to the throne room with pure magic, then dash out of the throne room before the guards can reach the throne room. You cut down a few knights that try in vain to stop you. After fighting and fleeing for an hour, you finally escape Swordhaven. You have to decide where to go now.
Player: Go with Gravelyn and hope she doesn't betray you to Alteon.
DM: You decide that Gravelyn might be able to help you, so you head for the Shadowscythe Empire and look for the place where the Bone Dragon crashed (Drakath crashed it remember?). The journey there is long and arduous. The land is dead, so you don't get much food and by the time you reach there, you are skeletal thin and hungry. You see a couple of skeleton guards at the entrance of Shadowfall. You decide to ask for directions to the throne room, but when you speak to the skeletons, they don't even look at you. Then you spot a poster on a nearby wall. It says 'By the order of Empress Gravelyn, all undead minions are hereby not allowed to talk.' Well, well, well... If you join Gravelyn, then you get to command totally obedient troops! You eventually find the throne room . You enter and see Gravelyn sitting on a throne, going through dozens of reports.'Hero! What are you doing here?' You respond by telling her about your journey to the crypt, the death of Dogear and Robina and how you hope she will shelter you from the wrath of King Alteon. She agrees, on one condition. You have to become a Necromancer and command armies in her name. If you become a Necromancer, you have to become undead first... But the army and the shelter from King Alteon!
Player: Turn undead? Hell no!
DM: You don't want to turn undead, you were only fighting them a while ago! You say as much to Gravelyn and she gives you an hour to get out of her territory. You comply and flee Shadowfall as fast as you can. When you are out of Shadowscythe territory, you pause to catch your breath and to think about what you will do.
Player: Go your own way
DM: You decide to go your own way and train on your own... Eventually you will be strong enough to defeat Drakath. You train long and hard, eventually mastering skills of the Warrior, Wizard, Rogue and Priest. The day you master them all is the day you go to look for Drakath. However, you took too long to train and Drakath has unleashed all 13 Lords of Chaos and that's what you face when you find Drakath. Needless to say, you are over powered, even with your newfound skills. You take down 2 Chaos Lords but the rest capture you alive and you take a long time to die under their torturing.

Player: Wave hello
DM: "Hello, I am Santa Claus" says Santa Claus. "You probably know me from television and magazines. A christmas goblin told me you are here to complete your Christmas quest so that you can meet God in heaven. Is this all correct?
Player: No.
DM: "Oh", says Santa Claus. "Why are you here then?"
Player: Sorry, I become a compulsive liar when I am nervous, I am actually definitely here to complete my Christmas quest and meet God in heaven.
DM: "Okay, great" says Santa Claus. "To complete your Christmas quest I am going to give you this $3000 Brookstone massage chair. You should make the man you live inside of sit in this chair the whole rest of the night with the massager on 'high' and his back should hurt way less in the morning. Deal?"
Player: This will probably work fine.
DM: My dad has a pretty good Christmas and his back doesn't hurt the entire day. No one in my Dad's household has to eat pine needles ever again. Christmas remains legal in all countries and provinces it was previously deemed to be so. When you eventually die you meet God in heaven and it was everything you ever hoped it would be. You do not transform into a commercial fishing vessel.
Player: The adventure is complete! Click here to start again.
DM: It is Christmas Eve in my Dad's bed. Stockings hang above the fireplace and a quiet but constant jingle of sleigh bells can be heard emitting from an unknown source. The sleigh bells seem to come from nowhere and everywhere. They have been ringing for days. My dad's other spinal discs rest deep in slumber. You are the only disc who is awake. You hear a gentle rattle from the window next to my dad's bed.
Player: Transform into a commercial fishing boat, killing my dad instantaneously.
DM: You become a 126 foot long commercial fishing boat. My dad and all of the people who live in the houses on either side of my dad's house are dead. My dad's back will still hurt when he joins God in heaven because he was never able to solve his back pain while he was on earth. Christmas is illegal for a thousand years.

DM: You opt to take the stairs.Luckily for you, there is a staircase right next to your department. You leave Carter and the deranged lady and rush off to the stairs.Being on the 9th floor, you realize you have a long way to go to reach ground level. Upon reaching the door to the stairwell, you see that others had the same idea as you...a lot of others.Just before entering the door, you hear many bloodcurdling screams and worry that there are many others who have suffered the same fate as Carter.You begin making your trek down the stairs. Even though its packed, the building has a great structure and will definitely support this much weight at one time. As long as everyone keeps moving, there's no reason you shouldn't make it to ground level.Suddenly, you hear a loud crash coming from the direction of the elevators followed by darkness. Pitch black.People start panicking even more. You are afraid that mayhem may ensue and people may start to get injured. Before anything gets too out of hand, the red emergency lights flick on and everybody calms down a little bit.You can't help but worry about what happened in the elevators...Lord knows if anyone in them is still alive.
Player: The 4th Floor
DM: As you keep pushing your way down the stairs, you look up on the wall and painted in blue reads:2nd Floor.You're almost out of this Godforsaken death trap known as the AT&T building. You keep hearing screams, but all you can do is keep pushing on in fear for your life.You're just about to reach the door leading to the 2nd floor when a wave of terror spreads throughout the crowd. Another loud crash echoes throughout the stairwell, but this doesn't sound like another elevator crash. This sounds a lot bigger. And closer.You peer over the edge between the staircases and you can't see much, but you can see more blood and vomit ridden people trying to push their way up through the stairs from the 1st floor. You can see more of your coworkers, your friends, being eaten alive and falling victim to this horrible disease.Then you begin to smell smoke. You're unsure what caused it, but somewhere there is a fire. And because you know smoke rises, you know it came from below you.You have two options at this point: You can go through the door into the 2nd floor, or try and push your way back up the stairs and try to wait it out.
Player: What's behind door #2?
DM: You open the door and step through.Multiple people follow through behind you but so far none are the rabid monsters you've been seeing.You realize you've actually never been on the second floor, and come to see that it's just an open, expansive warehouse filled with boxes. The floor is unfinished, the walls are bare and there is still little light due to the electricity going out.You also see there are some tools lying around, which could be useful. You pick up a hammer.Now you're faced with a dilemma:You're on floor 2...great, now what? You can't go downstairs because you know there are creatures fucking EATING PEOPLE and there's a fucking FIRE. You could go back upstairs and try to find something of use. Or, you can look around this floor some more.

DM: You turn slightly to the left and begin to run. Soon you cannot see anything at all, but that doesn't bother you much because you still know where to go. Eventually the light comes again and you see a man holding a sword in his hands. He swings it at you.You duck under the strike, but it's no use. The instant he sees that you are going to avoid the attack, he bends the angle of his blade downwards, and the flat of the weapon collides with your head. Falling flat on your stomach, you groan, and your eyes roll back in your head.
Player: When you regain consciousness
DM: Slowly, your eyes open and you hear the rattling of chains, then footsteps. Your arms are chained against the wall, and your legs are chained to each other so that you cannot walk. Standing before you, looking down towards you with a scowl on his face, is a guard holding a halberd. He smiles slightly, bends down, and says, "You're going to tell me everything."It's then that you get a good look at the guard's face, and wish that you hadn't. His features are the most hideous things you have ever seen in all of your life, and considering your dealings with the Dayel, you've seen a lot of hideous things. His smile widens when he sees the blatant disgust painted over your face. "Tell me why you're here."You look up towards him and try to consider your options. Under the weight of his ugliness, which you suspect has a little bit more to it than the mundane, you feel compelled not to act against him, but that doesn't mean that you have to do what he says. The suggestion isn't that powerful against you, for you have a strong enough will to resist some of its commands.You suddenly share his smile, though you keep your face away from his because simply looking at him is increasing his hold over you; you can feel your willpower growing weaker by the second. It's time to make a choice, and quickly.
Player: Say nothing
DM: You decide to remain silent, and this brings a shout of rage from the guard. He looks straight into your eyes and says again, "Tell me." You can feel the compulsion pulling at your brain, and you quickly go over a mental strategy.
Player: Fight back
DM: Still you feel the compulsion to tell him everything, and fighting only makes it worse. Mentally you struggle against his efforts, but it is in vain and you find yourself unable to stop him.
Player: Tell him everything
DM: "Alright, I'll tell you!" you shout, exasperated and unable to resist any longer. "Just keep away from me!" This only brings him closer to you as a response, and he stares directly into your eyes, those baleful pools of liquid metal gleaming with malicious intent. You have the feeling that you're not going to survive, but there's really nothing you can do to keep yourself from telling him."Tell me," he says, and you immediately begin to obey, nodding quickly and looking straight into his eyes. Your lips start to move. You tell him about how you had come to assassinate the servant of the Dayel, and to attempt to once again beat back the hideous creature's influence over the world, having previously thought it dead. Conveniently, though, you forget to mention that you're the one who initially defeated the Dayel, for that would only cause the guard to torture you more.His smile widens yet again and you feel his strong hand on your shoulder, then your chains are ripped apart and you are lifted into the air. His halberd bites into your neck, sending waves of pain into your head, but he keeps you alive. The attack wasn't enough enough to render you unconscious, but rather to cause the maximum pain possible.You feel his hand reaching around your already-wounded neck, and you instinctively try to fire your wrist-bow, only to realize that it is not there. Your eyes widen with fear as the terrible guard begins to beat your head against the wall, blasts of pain nearly knocking you senseless (and how you wish they would).For several minutes he tortures you, giving you small nicks and cuts that cause huge amounts of pain to you, then as you're wriggling in agony on the ground, his halberd slashes across your wrist. You lie there for a few seconds in even more pain than before, quickly fading, until everything turns black entirely.

DM: The letter at the top of the stack, upon opening, reveals a bill for what seems to be gas. Maybe it's electricity but you're not too sure.
Player: Run to Trinity Street
DM: You dart off in the direction of Trinity Street and after getting a safe distance from the men, you look behind them to see them flustered, barking into a phone. After a moment, they throw their arms in the air in a fit of disbelief before sulking off back into the crowd across the road in the square. That was maybe too close for comfort.
Player: Trinity Street
DM: Trinity Street. Probably a good choice.You hobble down the street, taking swift glances at the houses either of the sinisterly isolated street. You remember your goal. The task is simple. Find someone who knows what they're talking about when it comes to Carlos, and if they don't, make them know what they're talking about. You spot out a few candidates.

DM: As I exited, behind the admissions office was a giant gate. I'm assuming that's how people were able to get in or out. At the gate, were two gate keepers holding spears. One was stubby and chubby while the other was quite intimidating and very clean cut. I walked up to the intimidating one. He held his hand up and turned to me. "Halt. Do no step any further. What business do you have?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to get outta here. There's no way I'm staying at this camp with just the clothes on my back and no toiletries. Please open the gate." He smirked. "I cannot do that. And I will definitely not take orders from some kid. Seeing as you have a map, you already went the admissions office. If Shelly gave you a task, I suggest you do it."
Player: Go to Cabin
DM: I followed the map carefully and finally ended up at a small cabin with a blue roof. The exterior had nothing special too it. I went inside. The cabin was extremely small. There was a cardboard box in the corner with a candle on it with barely any wick left. The floors were creaking and there were cobwebs everywhere. There was no bed, no bathroom, no kitchen... What have I gotten myself into? I quickly storm out and was greeted by a scruffy man wearing an apron. His name was Tom Booker. "What do you think? Pretty cozy, huh?" He sounded like a used car sales man. "Oh, what am I saying? Of course you love it! Now about the matter of the pay. Come by my shop, I'll have you work part-time to pay of the debt for the cabin. I'll see you at noon!" Booker quickly takes off, before I could even say ANYTHING. He seemed to know I didn't have any money, which is probably why he assumes I'll work for him. I have no choice but to work at his dumb shop.
Player: Go to the Admissions Office
DM: This is ridiculous. There's no way I'm working at Booker's Shop. My parents have had to have paid off everything. I ran to the Admissions Office for some answers. When I walked in, another woman similar looking to Shelly, only with makeup caked on, was at the front desk. According to her name tag, her name is Kelly. "Um, hello, miss." I started. She gave me an annoyed look. "Whaddya want kid?" From the tone of her voice and the way she was looking at me, she didn't want to help me at all. "My name is Lana. Booker says I have to pay off this enormous debt for some run-down cabin. My parents paid it off didn't they? There must be some mistake here." She rolled her eyes and pulled out a folder. "I see no payment or check copy. Looks like you'll be here for a while, kid!" She let out a cynical laugh. Disgusted, I ran off.

DM: This is all right, Natalie. I see why you like this. We were maturer, studying together. We were growing into adults, both of us twenty now, less driven by hormones and more by recognition of someone special.We shared a book at one point, when you had forgotten yours. You often left your books in your dorm, you'd tell me, not on purpose, but because you didn't want to remember, because they were heavy, the backpack sitting achingly on your small frame. Of course I said I'd be happy to carry them for you in the future, and you said you didn't mind sharing.We started whispering in the back, sharing things about us, and I looked at your chestnut curls during class when I should have been learning about chemical bonds. But in a sense, I was learning about bonds. Words were bonding us, and something was happening, just the two of us sitting there.Anyone who has ever been in love understands about just sitting and basking in someone's presence. We were falling deeper in love, just sitting, my hand touching your hand as we turned the pages.
Player: Actually, although it was nice, I wouldn't say we fell in love.
DM: So, what then? What happened? We took the class, got our grades, and went on our way?We just stayed casual acquaintances, drifting away, and then we graduated, and then what?
Player: We didn't see each other again until seven years after college, in a club.
DM: I don't go to clubs, of course, so I don't know why I would find myself in one, but let's say I stopped in on a whim, feeling a bit older--28 now!--and wanted to try to meet someone. The music was pounding and violently trying to expel me, perhaps recognizing me as too old or uncool to be in here. I screamed out my drink order, choosing something I thought was cool, a Scotch on the rocks, and then I saw you.You'd be dancing, looking, well, you were 28 too, but you wouldn't look it. You'd be wearing a dark green, fairly tight dress, and low heels, and larger earrings than I'd ever seen you wear. Gold circles with a bird in the middle. And your chestnut hair would be a little shorter than before, which was a shame. I wanted to see that mane of curls, but you didn't maintain in the way I liked it, because I wasn't a part of your life, anyway.You'd be dancing in the middle of the din, with some girlfriends, the lights flashing over you, and you'd look up and I see you, and it would all come back to me. The whole world, the whole universe of possibilities. I'd see you and your beautiful face.
Player: "Finally. It's you," I'd mouth. "I've been waiting for you."
DM: I'd see that, and understand you across the dance floor, and everyone else would disappear, whisked away by the invisible stage manager.It doesn't matter how long it takes, how many near misses there are, how many detours, and wrong turns, and foolish choices, and stupid miscalculations, we were meant to find each other, in this crowded club. In this crowded world.Always, Natalie. It's fun to joke about it and laugh and think about possibilities like you always do, you and your warped sense of humor, but in the end, everything leads here, here to this desk, where you sit with me. The lights are off, and the edges of your features are lit from the computer screen like a Vermeer painting, and you are beautiful, and you are forty, and your hair is soft, and you are mine. And now I will go upstairs and take out the garbage, and load the dishwasher, and do the little daily tasks, which I can only do, and only feel happy about, because you are here, and you are mine.

DM: "I hope so, though I doubt it. The son and the beast are here, but not the father. We can prevent this."You scream as you see the priest pour a bottle of lighter fluid on him."God, father, forgive us both for our sins," he says.Father Borgogni falls forward, collapsing onto the burning cage as he bursts alight. You scream as the flames wrap around you, stuck in the cage as the heat chars your flesh and melts your bones.
Player: Burn
DM: RiveraYou're left surrounded by chaos as your group disbands. You raise your rifle and fire into the masses of demonic undead, before desperately backpedaling to escape their clawing hands. You back away as you hear a new round of horrified screams over your coms."Stay away from me! God our father, grant your blessings upon me. I am a sinner, but I beg you protect me from the darkness and flames and allow me safe passage..." you mutter quickly.The demonic undead continue sprinting towards you, but thankfully your bullets manage to at least force them back through sheer force if failing to hurt the demons.Click"Shit!" you cry, turning and breaking away.You find an oak door and stumble through it as you hear growling right behind it. You slam the door shut, before hearing the thump of creatures charging into the door. As the door shuts, you're left in complete and utter darkness. You quickly switch on your flashlight, and freeze. A tall, fur covered humanoid creature stands in front of you, gazing at you with a single black eye and a mouth filled with jagged teeth. It's fur is wet, covered with thick red blood. It sniffs the air, and looks around the room, continuing to sniff the air.
Player: Open fire
DM: You raise your gun, pointing it at the demon's head, and pull the trigger.ClickYou remember your gun is out of ammo, and the demon fixes its gaze on you. Then, it charges forward. It slams a hoofed foot into your chest, breaking several ribs and slamming you into the door. You cough up blood, and it kicks once more, crushing your skull.
Player: Darkness...
DM: MendezAs soon as you go for the door, you're faced with a horrible abomination. A large, humanoid creature stands at seven feet with skin as white as bone. It's face is a horrible scarred mess, with a smile that goes from ear to ear as it breaths heavily. It raises a long, thin claw, and reaches out to touch you."Get the fuck away from me!" you cry.Then, the beast attacks. It leaps forward, grabbing you, and with the second hand grabs the banister to the stairwell. It flings itself up to the upper floor as you draw your handgun. You unload a full clip into its head, but the bullets bounce off against the creature as you stare at it in horror."What the fuck are you?" you say, aghast, as you're dragged into a room lit only by a single candle.You're flung into the center of the room, before the demon starts chuckling like a baboon. You back away, before hearing a small, faint whisper that you can barely make out, seemingly coming from all around you."Yes... this one will do...""Stay away from me!" you shout, backing away.You look around the room, seeing two possible hiding places, and the door. You could hide in a small fireplace or behind a massive wooden bookcase, or you could charge the door and try get out.

DM: "We will never be pure without the lord. I hope so, though I doubt it. The son and the beast are here, but not the father."Father Borgogni turns off the gas, before unlocking the cage. You desperately crawl out of the cage, before collapsing on the ground, gasping."You can prevent everything that has happened to this house from happening to the outside world. Perhaps, through recognizing your sin, you can stop this. Get out of here. Once you're out, I need you to kill everything that tries to leave.""Sure fucking thing!" you agree frantically."Just do it!"You watch in horror as the priest lights the gas fire again and pours a bottle of lighter fluid on himself."God, father, forgive me both for my sins," he says.Father Borgogni falls forward, collapsing onto the burning cage as he bursts alight. You back away desperately from the fire, before desperately looking around. The pain is incredibly, and you struggle to move, although the adrenaline that's begun coursing through your veins is helping. The undead are attempting to make it through the door, but you spot your rifle and you know that you might be able to fight your way through them. You could also smash open the window and climb through, although that runs the risk of slicing open your weak body on broken glass.
Player: Go out the window
DM: You crawl towards the window, and smash it open with the butt of your gun. You hear the growling increase, and smash the glass out of the way and pull yourself out, scraping your burned, charred flesh along and causing yourself to scream as you collapse onto the ground outside. Thankfully, it's a first story window, so you collapse on the pavement outside, screaming. You stand slowly, and begin panting as you stumble towards the SWAT van. You grab the side of it, and look inside. You see the keys are there, just like you left them, as well as a three spare rifles in the back. You look back at the building, knowing the rest of your squad are in there, but going back is suicide. You could very easily take the van and get help to storm the building and rescue your friends.
Player: Take the van and find help
DM: You sit in the van, and quickly start the engine. You quickly pull away from the mansion, and begin driving quickly away from mansion.
Player: Keep driving
Player: Make a run for the door
DM: You charge towards the door, but the abomination attacks. It leaps forward, slashing its claws across the side of you face. You scream as blood flows out and you collapse on the floor. It lets out a howling laughter, before grabbing your ankle and dragging you off into the darkness."Now..." the voice whispers from everywhere. "Now I am reborn."

Player: Attack the demon with the butt of your rifle
DM: You charge the demon, slamming the butt of your rifle into the side of its head. It roars. Then, it charges forward. It slams a hoofed foot into your chest, breaking several ribs and slamming you into the door. You cough up blood, and it kicks once more, crushing your skull.
Player: Hide in the Fireplace
DM: You quickly break into a crawl, climbing into the fireplace. You hear the demon's laughter, before a chair is flung at you, breaking as it hits you and you yell in pain. You feel another chair slam into you, before a heavy plastic fuel cannister smacks into you. It breaks open, spraying you with fuel which begins to puddle around you and soak into your clothes. You spit to get the droplets that went into your mouth out, before watching as the demon approaches you. It scrapes its claws along the bricks of the fireplace and begins to laugh.

DM: You limp over to your rifle, grabbing it and checking the clip before flicking the safety off. You slowly walk over, seeing an undead hand grasping at you. You slowly open the door, before backing away as you scream and open fire. You unload a full clip into the undead as they slowly stare at you, exploding heads and tearing off limbs.ClickYour gun goes out of ammo, and every single one of the undead are left standing. They growl, and you continue to back up. Then, they charge. They sprint forward, and the first grabs the side of your face with a rotting hand. It begins to tear your face as another goes for your throat, ripping out the side of your face as you scream in desperation as the undead tear you apart.
Player: Scream
Player: Light the gas
DM: You fumble through your pockets and pull out your lighter, immediately lighting the fuel. It bursts into flames, and you let out a scream as the heat rips around you. Your flesh begins to sear and cook as you scream in pain, before being consumed by the fire.
Player: Death
DM: PorrasYou whimper in the darkness as you try to crawl backwards, your broken legs painfully scraping along the floor. You hear the moaning, breathing and muttering increase. Your hands reach backwards to pull yourself away in the massive basement, but they land on your gun. You quickly grab it and pull it forward, flicking the flashlight on. Immediately, you illuminate mangled, horrific corpses crawling towards you. The monsters have broken, bent and snapped limbs, and are horrifically disfigured by flames or through skinning. They moan, and you let out a yelp, firing your gun at them. The bullets whizz through the air, thudding into the creatures, but they continue to advance. Suddenly, you hear something moving behind you.

Player: Climb up the chimney
DM: You begin to push yourself up the bricks of the chimney and climb along up, before the abomination's hand wraps around your ankle. It drags you down the chimney, scraping your arms, before dragging you into the darkness."Now..." the voice whispers from everywhere. "Now I am reborn."

DM: You freeze, staring at the demon, and begin backing away. You roll behind a bookshelf, as you hear the sniffing continuing. You stop as you release the creature hasn't appeared to see you. It must be blind, or its vision incredibly impaired for it not to see you. You hear the sniffing demon nearing you, and take a deep breath as its face nears you, reciting prayers in your head. Then, its head rolls around, its thick, fur covered face staring at you with its terrifying eye.
Player: Drive your thumbs into its eye
DM: You grab the demon's head, and begin pushing your thumbs into its eye. It roars, but you continue to drive your gloved thumbs forward, popping the eye open like a boil and releasing horrible, black pus running all along your hands. The demon falls backwards, lying limp on the floor. You hear the thuds of undead on the door, and stumble around in the darkness. You find another wooden door, and push it open, finding a staircase descending into a lower floor, the basement.
Player: Descend into darkness
DM: You walk into the darkness, before you see a small glimpse of a terrifying face. The pale face of a preteen boy appears briefly from the darkness. Its mouth and eyes are stitched shut, and its ears have been lopped off. It, or he, or whatever the fuck this is be it demon or victim, stares at you, it's shut eyes peering into your soul, before turning and disappearing into the dark. You flick on your flashlight, although you catch no glimpse of the child. You hear the demonic undead up the stairs break into the room you were in, and you realize you have no other choice than to explore the darkness to try find a way out.

Player: Hide

DM: You grab a rifle and some spare body armor, slowly strapping it on, and take a deep breath. Time to rescue your friends.
Player: Walk into the Mouth of Hell

Player: Attack
DM: You charge out of the fireplace, towards the abomination, but the abomination is faster. It leaps forward, slashing its claws across the side of you face. You scream as blood flows out and you collapse on the floor. It lets out a howling laughter, before grabbing your ankle and dragging you off into the darkness."Now..." the voice whispers from everywhere. "Now I am reborn."

DM: You charge past the demon, but it head butts you, knocking you back. It slams a hoofed foot into your chest, breaking several ribs and slamming you into the door. You cough up blood, and it kicks once more, crushing your skull.

DM: You jump backwards, grabbing the top of the bookshelf and pulling it down on top of the demon. You jump on top of the bookshelf, increasing the pressure and crushing the demon. You hear the thuds of undead on the door, and stumble around in the darkness. You find another wooden door, and push it open, finding a staircase descending into a lower floor, the basement.
Player: Hide behind the bookcase
DM: You crawl behind the bookcase, but the abomination attacks. It leaps forward, slashing its claws across the side of you face. You scream as blood flows out and you collapse on the floor behind the bookcase. It lets out a howling laughter, before grabbing your ankle and dragging you off into the darkness."Now..." the voice whispers from everywhere. "Now I am reborn."

Player: Pull the bookcase on top of it

Player: You're Interrupted... 2
Player: Keep Talking
DM: "Ben, us brown eyes are next! Can't you see that this society is just built off of persecution?""I'm...sorry Alex...But if i don't report you they'll get me too. Herr Spitzer!"Oh Shit."Herr Spitzer, I believe Alex...is a Jewish sympathizer"
Player: Try to Defend Yourself
DM: "N...No I'm not!""Then how do you explain your outburst Herr Black?""I...Herr Spitzer""I believe that correction may be necessary for you, Herr Black."No.Anything but the correction facility.
Player: Plead
DM: "Please...anything but that...I begging you!""I will consult the board about what to do with you, Herr Black. Pray they find this offense...more tolerable than I do.""Please sir""I do not wish to hear it. You've already disrupted this trip enough, brown eye"
Player: And Then You Realize...
DM: I can't believe it. It's happening.I knew this government was wrong-but I never thought it would get this extreme!I need to get out.I need to run.I need to escape this nation.
Player: Try to Run
DM: I need to escape this extremism.This nationalism taken way too farIn which nothing escapes from its destructive pathIn which nothing is freed from its reactionary ways. All I can do is run now, and pray for social change."Hey! Stop this instant, Herr Black!I must keep running "Stop now!"I must escape the Jews' fate"We will shoot!"I must make it out alive Crack!...
Player: You've Been Shot...
DM: Epilogue 2 "...He's dead.""...I always knew he was a Jew in disguise..." "...Could someone...please inform area 7's Chancellor that his son has been found guilty of treason and sedition in league with the Jews, and that he has been executed.""Also, report to Berlin high command. I think we must investigate into the Chancellor's dealings. We may have a Jewish-brown plot on our hands..."

DM: I flipped through the chapters. Most of my books I had read multiple times.Orly Rankin had a lot of nice things to say about the dead, but her theory on the Eternal Limbo fascinated me the most.The Eternal Limbo, or the bridge between Life and Death, could possibly explain why Edithe Zilonis did not remember why she dove in front of that carriage.The theory states, The dead can sometimes occupy both the living and dead worlds. They are not spirits, as spirits are soulless. While truly dead, the person can be aware of his or her surroundings, but ultimately confused as to how he or she came to be dead.Rankin went on to speak about how only certain types of folks can see the dead in this state. But I needed to know how to cure it. I flipped ahead. Edithe Zilonis wandered behind me, would sometimes peer over my shoulder.If such a dead is encountered, it is wise to persuade him or her to continue on to the afterlife, whether that is Heaven or the Hells, Purgatory or another place of their beliefs.Well, thank you, Rankin, but I had to know why Edithe Zilonis died.
Player: The Dead and Their Deeds by Lisbeth Mccullough
DM: Lisbeth Mccullough was very spiritual. I had her book because I had met her. My copy was in fact signed, the only signed copy that existed, as far as I knew, and the only signed copy of any book that had been signed after the author's death.She signed it for me, kissed me, before she fell back into her eternal slumber.Mccullough was of my personality, intelligence and fascination with the dead. I quite admired her.She wrote, The dead sometimes can not transition if they have unfinished business. This is commonly remedied by the friends and families casting a farewell spell, or having the dead person speak through his or her traumas.Very good. I quite admired Mccullough. But all I had to find out was why Edithe Zilonis just couldn't remember.Mccullough continued: Occasionally, a dead person has no idea how he or she came to be dead. In my years I have only met one person who defied these laws of the dead. My knowledge does not extend very much into the rules and laws of either Heaven or the Hells. I casted a memory spell upon this dead person, and it seemed to work.Edithe Zilonis asked why I had cursed aloud. She was sifting through my cupboard."I'm not a spellcaster," I said."That's funny," she noted, "because you brought me here, didn't you?""Two very different things, I'm afraid," I said."What do you plan to do?" She asked."Well, do you really want to know what happened?"I had asked that because if she wanted to know, I had an excuse to find out. Else, I would put her back to sleep and be done.But is an undertaker's work ever truly done?"Yes, of course! How thick are you?" Edithe Zilonis scolded.
Player: Speak
DM: I invited Edithe Zilonis to have a seat in the parlor.She seemed fascinated by all my various medical equipment, books and photos. To me, my apartment was dusty and dirty, overwhelmed with clutter but barely used. Edithe Zilonis must have not thought about any of that.She looked on at my things, then finally met my gaze with eyes not nearly dead enough for a dead woman."You live here," she said in such a way it sounded like it was not a fact nor question.But I said, "Yes, I do. Often just to sleep and eat. Sometimes I'll read in this room, but I am usually busy with work.""Does it scare you, to have dead bodies under your feet?" Edithe Zilonis asked. "I saw those freezers. Are they all full?"She made me laugh, seemed pleased when I did, but she was still curious."Not usually. I prepare and ship off the dead rather quickly. I am good at my job," I said."I hope so. I'm speaking to you right now. Why is that? How is that possible?""Do you not remember anything before your death?" I asked."I remember a carriage," she said. "You didn't answer my question.""Yes but what had you been doing before then? Were you just taking a stroll? You had nothing but perfume and coins in your purse."Edithe Zilonis took her eyes off of me. "You have my purse," she said."Yes, and I intend to put it in your coffin with you, if that's alright," I said."My purse," she said again.
DM: Edithe Zilonis' eyes turned a brilliant gold, shone so brightly I could hardly see them. Her expression flattened, her body froze."Edithe!" I called. I moved towards her, grasped her shoulders."It was a man," she said, in a voice far less eastern and much deeper and unfamiliar."A man?" I asked."Yes," she said, "he was tall, he had a top hat. He was behind me. My purse.""Your purse in the safe," I said."My purse!"Edithe Zilonis fell backwards. I caught her. She seemed dazed.When she came to, her eyes had shifted back to their brown irises. It was surreal to me. I had embalmed witches before, broken a few spells, but none had spoken to me as if they were possessed."Are you alright?" Edithe Zilonis asked me."Quite swell. And you?" I asked Edithe Zilonis."Well yes, I was just listening to you.""Edithe, you just told me there was a man, and your purse. Do you need your purse?""I'd like to have it, yes," she said. "What man?"A tall man, I told her, recited back to her what she had done and said to me."Am I magical? Like you?" she asked.I was not sure she was, but I was not sure she was not, either.She said, before I left to fetch her purse, "You had your hands around my waist. Do you plan on inviting me to dinner?"

DM: You don't want to ride with those people.They're just your class mates, you don't want to be friends-friends with them.Heck'em. You take the bus and you decide that it's for the best.But then the bus crashes!Oh no! You crawl out of the accident and you look up to the sky through your bloody eyes.Funny... There's so much blood coming out of every part of your body that the blue sky actually looks purple. A purple sky and a horrible death...
Player: End Game and Leave Comments
DM: You wake up covered in a thin layer of sweat. Kind of yucky, but it's no surprise. You've been waking up like this for a while now.It all started a few nights ago, you'd had a delicious spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and you were watching your favorite show, you fell asleep and your dream was invaded by something; you woke up uneasy and feeling tired, but you had work to do so you couldn't get more sleep.The night after that, you had leftover pizza for dinner and had the same weird dream. You blamed the food.Two nights ago, you decided to have no supper and try your luck; the dream returned.You couldn't remember your dream no matter how hard you tried. Three times in a row sure is weird for a dream.Last night you had some warm milk and a delicious chocolate chip cookie, those things are supposed to make you sleep well. You read somewhere on the Internet that a dream journal can be helpful in order to remember, the trick is to write as quick as possible anything you can remember as soon as you wake up.Picking up the pencil you placed in the nightstand, you open your little notepad and write the first thing that comes to your mind:«Purple»You remember the color purple in your dream, was it important? Perhaps. You try to recognize any other thing, but it's all gone.
Player: Try harder
DM: You're no quitter. You force your still-not-fully-awake mind to look back into dreamland and find something.Purple.What was purple?What does it mean?PURPLE!The sky was purple.Fast, you take your pencil and write «sky» right after «purple». That seems about it, you'll get a headache if you keep compeling your mind to do hard stuff.
Player: Search the web for Â«purple skyÂ»
DM: You've never been a huge believer on dreams, horoscopes and those things, but you're desperate.Typing the words on the search engine, you find a lot of religious stuff related to that. You mostly find separate definitions for both words, and they all say different things. Deciding that this isn't useful, you decide to look for another way to improve your dream memories.«Lucid dreaming»You find a common method which is reality checks. It is basically just setting yourself a few rituals that, with enough time, will become habits. Doing them will remind you that you're awake and so, if you do the while you're dreaming, you'll know.Looking at your hands, trying to breath whilst holding your nose and looking for a reflection are the easiest ones, so you decide you'll try those.But those words «with enough time» are not of your liking. How long will it take for you to rest?Also online, you find a course on lucid dreaming meditation and an alleged talisman for controlling your dreams.And yes, they both cost money.Are you willing to spend money on this things? You're not rich, the talisman and the course are sort of expensive.What will you do?
Player: Go to the course
DM: You can spare a couple of moneys in this shit.You need to go sign up in person and you find the address online. So you go.And you are greeted by a mystic receptionist that tells you to get ready for the journey of your life and other bull.Maybe this wasn't a good idea?
Player: Forget this, the reality checks should work out just fine.
DM: You go back home.

DM: You pick up Codes and Cyphers and are interested to see that it was written by Samuel Sidney-Smythe, a former resident of Han Island. One page has been bookmarked with a tissue, a page describing something known as Fibonacci's Code and as you turn to it a slip of paper falls out. You pick up the paper but before you examine it you first read what the book has to say about Fibonacci's Code:"This code is inspired by the work of Fibonacci (1170-1250), the famous Italian mathematician. Fibonacci developed a mathematical sequence known as Fibonacci Numbers in which each number is added to the one before it. The sequence begins: 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, etc. Applied to code-writing the relevant words can be written and read (i.e. the first word, second, third, fifth, eighth etc) to conceal secret messages inside seemingly innocent messages."Your put the book down and pick up the note. It is covered in writing that you recognize as Gabriel's and reads:This is an easy example or sample of some writing to show how a person can use F's Code in this simple way to hide a secret message inside some normal writing by code. It is not difficult to use with practice and if you can read the simple message, I have hidden it works and you can read the secret messages that others can't.You gently put Gabriel's note inside your pocket.NOTE: THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ITEM AND YOU SHOULD PICK IT UP.
Player: Examine Pirates of the South Seas
DM: The Pirates of the South Seas is a thick tome written in the 80's by a Chinese historian. You find a tissue has been neatly folded on one page as a bookmark, the page describes the legend of Tsai's Treasure which you are already familiar with. The legend mentions the treasure is believed to have been hidden on Han Island but no one has ever found it. Next to that statement someone, presumably Gabriel, has drawn a big exclamation mark with a blue ink pen.
Player: Examine Codes and Cyphers
Player: Examine Calculus Made Easy
DM: Calculus Made Easy is not an easy read, the title is lying to you. A tissue has bookmarked a particular difficult page of equations about a third of the way into the book that you can make neither head nor tail of. With your head beginning to ache you put the book down.

Player: You scream
DM: You scream loudly from surprise. Your heart begins racing. You blink several times before staring up at the oddly shaped body in front of you. The body's completely black with long parrot like legs connected to a very, very slim, almost skeleton like body with long arms that had finely sharpen claws and a head that looked almost how you imagined a dragon's head would look. You scream again from fear. The creature in front of you grins slyly, revealing a set of razor sharp pearly whites.
Player: You start to cry
DM: You start to cry hysterically. I'm mean who wouldn't? You just found out you're dead, and that your captured by some odd creature who looking for any opportunity to kill you. "Tsk, tsk," The creature clicks his tongue in obvious distaste. "Looks like we've got a weak one...." The creature says inching closer and closer to you. You back up in fear but hit the wall behind you. "You'll make a poor demon..... Too bad." The creature smiles pleasantly at you. "Any last words?"
Player: "Wait!" You shout
DM: "Wait!" you shout out in horror. The creature pauses. "Yes?" He asks maliciously.
Player: You're too scared to speak
DM: You're too scared to speak. You honestly try, but nothing comes out. "Ah well....." The creature says. Then he charges at you, the next thing you see is blackness. Sorry, you've lost the game. Click on "The Beginning" to try again, or just comment below what you thought. Thanks for playing.

DM: You wander into the library and are surprised to see it is still full of dusty books which line two bookcases in the small room while a desk and chair sit to one side just inside the door. Behind the desk is a cabinet labelled Student Book Loans. Curious you open it and find the students' records listed alphabetically. Leafing through it you smile as you find the name Xing, Gabriel and pull out his page of records, a very long list of books of all the books that he took out during his last three years at the school. Most interesting are the records for April 1995, the month before he died. On 5 April he took out a book called Pirates of the South Seas. On 11 April he took out a book titled Codes and Cyphers. Finally, on 26 April, he took out a book called Calculus Made Easy. All three are marked as "Returned by Parents" on 15 May, two weeks after his death. The Dewey numbers of the books are listed and prove not to be too difficult to find: one by one you retrieve each book from the shelves and bring them back to the desk. You consider whether any of them are worth examining.
Player: Go to the classroom
DM: You walk slowly into the empty classroom. A blackboard still stands on the wall behind the teacher's desk while about fifty desks and chairs crowd the rest of the room. The whole place is covered in a thick layer of dust and the windows are smeared and dirty, you walk down the rows of empty desks imagining the students who once studied there together. Decades of carving and writing marks both the tops and the underside of the desks but one inscription at the back of the room catches your eye: Gabriel carved his name into his desk with a compass. Sat right next to him his friend Chow Feng did the same thing.
Player: Leave the school
Player: Go into the Shop
DM: You go into the shop to find a little old lady running it. The usual stuff is inside: chilled drinks in a fridge, sweets and crisps on the aisles and other bits and pieces on the shelves. Buying a bottle of water, you walk back out to the village and think what to do next.
Player: Back to the village
Player: Leave the village by the southeast path
DM: Following a twisting, narrow and rarely-used path through thick woodland you find yourself at a three-way junction again. Paths trail off to the northwest, east and south and none of them are signposted. A pair of squirrels scamper up a tree out of sight as you wipe sweat out of your eyes, unstick your shirt from your back and think about which way to go.
DM: You follow a snaking path uphill before it emerges onto a rocky summit on the south side of the island which offers sweeping views across the gleaming ocean. It is a rather desolate rocky spot: someone has carved the words "Skeleton Point" into a nearby tree. The place lives up to its name: looking around you spot something lying in some nearby undergrowth. Going closer you see it is the faded yellow bones of a large animal, possibly some sort of dog, lying fully stretched out, its mouth open. The sight is vaguely unsettling and you quickly head back the way you came.

DM: "My dude", says the yeti. "I put six shots of espresso in this coffee so that my anxiety will catapult me into building a boat. I need to build this boat in order to cross the moat which guards the back of Santa's Workshop. If you split this coffee with me and help me build this boat real quick, I'll take you to Santa's Workshop. Deal?"
Player: "Okay"
DM: You get absolutely trashed on coffee and both you and the yeti's anxiety goes through the roof. You think a lot about aging and people you've lost contact with over the years and start to sweat real bad but this boat is looking fucking swole.
Player: Get way too trashed and build a boat that is too big
DM: "Goddamn, we made this boat way too big" says the yeti. "This boat is so big I don't even think we can leave the cave anymore. How the fuck did this happen, I have never seen a boat this goddamn big". The yeti paces in circles around the corner of the boat he is stuck behind and gesticulates wildly.
Player: Give up and die in the cave
DM: You died.
Player: Head back in the direction you came from.

DM: *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*5:30 AMYou find it funny that you choose to wake up to such an annoying sound every single morning. It always seems to sound the worst on Monday morning, knowing that you get to hear that damned beeping for 4 more days until the sweet 2 day escape known as the weekend.You kiss your wife, Steph, before attempting to crawl pitifully out of bed. You admire how beautiful she looks when she is sleeping; It is still very dark but the neon glow from your alarm clock dimly lights up her naked body.You stumble your way to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and climb in and as you slowly start to wake up, you go through your agenda for the day:Go to work from 7:00 AM - 3:30 PMGo coach wrestling at the local high school from 4:00 PM - 5:00 PMGo home and do whatever you want for the rest of the night. Your day is not very eventful, but you feel lucky, nonetheless. You have your health, you have an amazing wife, a wonderful family, and a job that helps pay the bills. It's simple, but to you, it's perfect.
Player: Continue getting ready
DM: You hop out of the shower, and look in the mirror.You are a 24 year old man, a pretty good looking guy, not a 10, but not a 1 either. Most women would give you anywhere between a 6-9. You chuckle...6-9...69... You have short, brown hair, hazel eyes that seem to change between brown and green with the seasons, and a short, messy beard. Alright, enough checking yourself out, you weirdo.You pick out your clothes for the day and get ready to head out.You know you should say your daily prayer, but today you're running late and you just don't have the time; a rather common occurrence that happens more than just "Days you're running late."Regardless, Steph is just beginning to wake up as she doesn't start work until 8:00 AM. You walk over to her, kiss her once more and tell her you love her.She looks up at you with gorgeous green eyes and says "I love you too, William."For how much you hate waking up early, the best part of your day is hearing your wife say those three perfect words: "I love you." You repeat them in your mind as you grab your keys and walk out the front door: "I love you too, William."How did you land such an amazing woman?
Player: The Daily Commute
DM: You climb into your truck, a 2004 Chevy Silverado. You love the sound of its engine starting up. The sexy purr it lets out every time you crank the ignition gets you all giddy.6:10 AM. Right on time. You leave your house and begin your commute to Nashville, about a 40 minute drive with traffic. You're dreading going to work, after all you work at the AT&T building answering angry phone calls and emails from upset customers all day.You turn on the radio: "Thanks for tuning into the big 98! The Bobby Bones Show!"You love listening to this station; they always play good country music and provide witty commentary on things in the news or just what's going on in their daily lives.Things haven't been looking very bright recently in Tennessee, or in the United States at all. In the past few weeks alone, there have been talks of the spread of Ebola, a deadly disease that promotes vomiting and bleeding. So far there have been a few outbreaks in a couple states, but no one has succumbed to death from it yet.As you continue listening, however, you hear something very startling:"...listeners, I have some disturbing news. I have just received information from an anonymous source stating that the first case of Ebola has been found in Tennessee. To this point, not much is known about this particular case, but please remember to wash your hands as much as possible in an attempt to protect yourself from this scary virus."While it is scary, you don't concern yourself with it too much, after all it's just one case in all of Tennessee...
Player: Truck Keys

Player: Go northwest
DM: You find yourself in Yung Shue Wan Village standing next to a sign that says, "WELCOME TO THE NEW VILLAGE". Looking around you can see several buildings of interest: a small stone Christian Church called St Matthew's with a cemetery alongside, a very small hospital called St Mark's, a large stone building signposted Han Island Museum, a squat white building marked Han Island Constabulary and finally a very new little shopping mall called Mix-C Shopping Centre. Paths run out of the village through the thick tropical trees to the northeast and southeast.
Player: Investigate St Mark's Hospital
DM: You walk into St Mark's Hospital, an extremely small building. You find yourself in a waiting room containing a dozen chairs and a table behind which sits an old and distinguished looking Chinese doctor with surprisingly blue eyes and brown hair. His nametag reads Dr John Yeung and he smiles at you as you approach. "Hello there. How can I help you, young lady?"
Player: Ask him about the Smythe family
DM: Dr Yeung looks thoughtful."The Smythe family? I can't say I really knew them... the father was killed by the Japanese during the war and sadly the wife and daughter died shortly after I moved to the island and began practicing medicine in the Spring of 1950. I remember the mother Ivy Smythe quite well, I visited her soon after I arrived because I heard she never left her home, only interacted with one person who brought her food and generally acted in a bizarre and irrational fashion. Well, she wouldn't even let me in the house. I tried to help but sadly she and her daughter both perished one night in a fire a few months later. They say it was an accident but... Mrs Smythe was extremely mentally unstable at the time of her death. Who knows what really happened?"Dr Yeung sighs, pulls himself together and awaits your next question.
Player: Leave the hospital
Player: Investigate the Han Island Constabulary
DM: You walk towards the police station, a plain small white building. Walking inside you find a serious looking policewoman with steel-grey hair sitting behind a table. Her name badge identifies her as DI Wan Ling and she looks extremely imposing."Can I help you?" she asks with a strong Cantonese accent.
Player: Leave the police station
Player: Investigate the Han Island Museum
DM: The Han Island Museum is a large and impressive building in the heart of the village. The walls are lined with five exhibits detailing the history of the island while a special display case in the center of the room is labelled ARTEFACTS RECOVERED FROM THE TSAI PIRATE CAVE. A very old Chinese man with a lined face is sitting on a chair behind the counter, a walking stick propped against the wall behind him. His nametag reads Lau Fei.
Player: Read the exhibit The Development of Han Island 1970-Present
DM: From 1970 onwards life on the island improved. A police station and, later, a shopping center were built here in Yung Shue Wan. The island's fascinating history drew tourists who could explore many of its historical sites of interest. Sadly, with many children now studying on Hong Kong Island, Lo So Shing School was closed in 1998 but earlier this year pirate artefacts discovered in a cave on the north side of Han Island attracted fresh interest to the island. Despite the island's turbulent history, the future looks bright for Han Island!
Player: Examine the Tsai Pirate Artefacts
DM: You edge towards the display and examine the artefacts recovered from Tsai's Pirate Cave. Frankly they look unimpressive: a few earthenware mugs, plates, bowls and chopsticks, a rusted cutlass, a few other items of scant value. The most impressive is a scroll covered in traditional Chinese characters, according to the English translation it is a list of the valuables carried by Tsai's ship and signed by him personally. "It is estimated that the value of these goods would be worth 300,000,000 Hong Kong dollars in modern currency" the plaque informs you.
Player: Examine the exhibit The Development of Han Island 1970-Present
Player: Talk to Fei
DM: Lau Fei is a very old man who smiles politely at you. "Hello Miss," he greets you in perfect, but accented, English. "How may I be of assistance today?"

DM: You're not running away now; it would be very risky and you would probably get caught. You guess you're just going to have to do what these bombers have planned.The blue guys, dragging A05 with them, come back to you and tightly hold your hand. You're going to complain about it hurting, but it's probably supposed to. So you don't say a word as you get dragged up the steps and into the building. You get separated from A05 and led into a square room. And you don't like what you see.Gallows. You're going to get hung. This is how you're going to die. Presumably it's how A05 is going to die as well. And it's going to happen right now.At least you saved millions of other people from dying.You got the meh ending.
DM: It's Wednesday, your only day off work all week, so you're currently sitting in front of the TV and chilling out. It's 2:00 when your phone buzzes. Picking it up, you immediately recognize the alert based on its red background and special font. This is a mission alert.You work as what can best be described as a secret agent for a special group of 23 people like you in your city. Each one of you has a code name consisting of the letter "A" then a number from 01 to 23 based on when you joined; your code name is A14. Usually your job isn't that exciting, just reviewing previous missions, but you always have to be prepared for a new mission. And that just happened to come now, when you're supposed to be relaxing. Sighing, you read the alert.Calling All Agents!One of us has informed me of a bomb placed in the park in the middle of the city, scheduled to blow up at 2:32pm today. The bomb is an extremely powerful one, not like any we have ever seen. If it explodes, the blast is expected to severely affect the city. It has been estimated that any human within 35 kilometres doesn't stand a chance of survival, although that is a rough number.We all need to get to the site of this potential threat immediately.Signed, A01.A01, being the starting member, is naturally the boss of all 23 of you. And you're expected to all get to the site of this bomb. It seems like a suicide mission. It also seems very suspicious. Who would casually put such a powerful weapon in the middle of the city?Anyway, if A01 is telling the truth, you could only have 32 minutes of your life left if you don't get out of the city. You know that some of the other agents are probably driving out of the city right now. So, what do you do?
Player: Ignore the message completely
DM: Meh, that message was a load of crap and you're prepared to just ignore it completely. There is no bomb, there is no mission; it was probably just sent to get you to go to work. Which you aren't going to do. So you just sit in front of the television for another 13 minutes until a breaking news update interrupts the show."We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news," the news reader says, the fear in his voice evident. "One of our viewers has informed us of a bomb placed in the park in the middle of the city, scheduled to blow up at 2:32pm today. The bomb is an extremely powerful one, not like any we have ever seen. If it explodes, the blast is expected to severely affect the city. It has been estimated that any human within 35 kilometres doesn't stand a chance of survival, although that is a rough number. We all need to get to the site- oh wait, it says don't read that bit. Anyway, just letting you know that you could be about to die, I suppose then, I don't know... bye."Well that's a reason to be scared. Maybe you should have trusted your mission alert. Or, one of the agents that received it contacted the TV channel, which is more than likely since the news reader's speech was almost identical to the mission alert. But maybe...
Player: Drive out of the city
DM: Well if this bomb is real, you should use some common sense and get as far away from it as possible! Not feeling even a drop of guilt, you decide to head to the highway straight away. It's not that far from your house; you should get there pretty soon.Who programmed these traffic lights? You somehow manage to get every single red light on your way to the highway. Every single one. Finally, you get on the highway and feel relieved to start driving away. You're also worried though; what if you don't make it out of the blast radius in time?Driving along, you get passed by a car going extremely fast, well over the speed limit. You recognize it as belonging to A18. No surprises there. There's going to be more and more cars on this road as people find out about the bomb, which makes you think you should just take the next exit. That way, you can drive as fast as you want without having to worry about other cars or getting pulled over for speeding. But you've never taken the next exit before in your life; you have no idea where it goes. It could go back towards the city centre, which is exactly what you don't want. In contrast, you've driven down the main highway several times; you know it takes you straight out of the blast radius. Maybe it would be the better option.

DM: The geese arrive in southern Florida. It is very warm and everyone you meet is wearing a tank top. You are handed a tank top upon crossing the Florida border. The geese are all staring at you. It looks like they want you to do a cool trick on your jet ski.
Player: Get anxious and fly North instead.
DM: After flying North for several hours, you see a sign that says "Welcome to The North Pole". The jet ski suddenly shifts down as soon as you reach the sign, hurtling towards the earth.
Player: Brace for impact.
DM: The jet ski lands hard in the snow as you skitter to a halt. As you land, the jet ski transforms back into a scroll and folds itself into the palm of your hand.
Player: Head West towards the cave.
DM: You approach the cave's entrance. Ice donned stalactites dangle like teeth from the ceiling above. A cold breeze can be felt emitting from deep within. As you tread through the cave you hear the soft rummaging of muffled foot steps echo in the distance.
Player: Walk deeper into the cave.
DM: Without warning the echoing footsteps suddenly swell louder and louder. Their pace increases from an idle meander to a full borne sprint. You realize they're coming from behind you and turn to identify the source. A large yeti stands behind you. Goat like horns protrude from the center of his head."My dude", says the yeti. "Who wants to get fucked up on coffee?"
Player: "Hell yeah, I'll take a hit".

DM: You draw your pistol, and fire at the beast. You fire several rounds before your gun clicks empty, but all the bullets blow holes into the beast, which are quickly healed within seconds. Despite this, the beast still lets out a furious, rage-filled roar as it begins to pull at its chains."You won't hurt it," the priest says, not opening his eyes."Fuck you!" you yell. "Rivera, how many bullets do you have?"Rivera fails to respond, and continues to pray."The Beast will not be harmed by bullets, children. I have tried. I have tried all my life to stop what is to come. I have put it off. But I am failing. There were many citizens lured here by the faint whispering of the adversary. They were in his grasp before I could save them. I tried with my brothers to purify them, to cleanse them of sin, but I could not. When I finally sent them into his arms to stop the adversary from taking them, the adversary still managed to take control of the bodies. You both need to flee. Get out of here, now, before he takes hold of you. Do not come back.""What the fuck are you talking about?" you shout."We need to go!" Rivera says, turning and running as the priest begins to pray aloud behind you.
DM: RiveraAs Porras fires his gun at the roaring beast, you sprint as fast as you can through the darkness, away from the beast and Father Benedict. You find a door, and with the arm not wrapped around Porras, pull it open. You see a small, wooden staircase and quickly head up. You find yourself in a small lounge area. Two torn apart SWAT corpses lie on the ground."Blessed God, please have mercy on the souls of Gallo and Garcia," you mutter under your breath as you look at the.You see the door to outside has been busted open in Gallo and Garcia's entry, and spot sunlight coming in."Thank you, God..." you mutter.Your hear a horrible roar from downstairs, before the floor is torn apart. The nine heads of the Beast bursts through the floor, and the clawed legs boost the horrible beast up. Immediately, two heads dart towards you, and snap Porras out of your grip and fling him onto the floor. They begin biting into Porras as they begin to tear him apart."Ah! Help! Fuck! Get them off me!" Porras screams in horror.
Player: Help Porras
DM: You charge over, firing your gun at the neck of one of the mouths tearing into Porras. A mouth grabs the back of your leg, flipping you through the air. Another mouth goes straight for your stomach You feel sharp teeth bite down and tear into your armor before flinging your around as the teeth shred your armor. After a few seconds, your stomach is in bit. It drops you to the ground, and you look up at three heads, all six yellow eyes staring into your soul. You scream as they fly forward to tear you apart, and your screams mix with Porras' screams to create a cacophony of horror.
Player: Hell Is Nothing But Darkness
DM: As the sun set, the old wooden mansion lay still. The entire SWAT team had been massacred upon entry, awakening dark spirits and terrifying demons that would spill out to the earth. That day, several priests did something, or failed to prevent something, that led to such a massacre.
Player: Yet One Walked Out...
DM: AdversaryYou stand, reborn, at the doorway to the mansion. You pull off what remains of this form's former occupant's SWAT armor. Captain Mendez is no more. Now, you are here. You watch as your first born child giggled as he slowly walks outside as the sun falls, his stitches opened to allow him to grow to his full potential. The unchained Beast walks alongside it, its many heads hissing as it sniffs for pray as its massive clawed feet stomp along. You smile as you take your first steps into the outside world"Now... the trio is formed. Now, we are reborn. Sound the trumpets," you say.

DM: "What the fuck is that? Who are you?" you ask the priest."I am Father Benedict. I am part of an order that have been delaying the apocalypse for years. I have tried all my life to stop what is to come. I have put it off. But I am failing. There were many citizens lured here by the faint whispering of the adversary. They were in his grasp before I could save them. I tried with my brothers to purify them, to cleanse them of sin, but I could not. When I finally sent them into his arms to stop the adversary from taking them, the adversary still managed to take control of the bodies. You both need to flee. Get out of here, now, before he takes hold of you. Do not come back.""What the fuck are you talking about?" you shout."We need to go!" Rivera says, turning and running as the priest begins to pray aloud behind you."No! I have to kill that thing!" you roar."We need to go!" Rivera yells.
Player: Fire at the beast
DM: You draw your pistol, and fire at the beast as the priest sighs and Rivera begins running away, carrying you. You fire several rounds before your gun clicks empty, but all the bullets blow holes into the beast, which are quickly healed within seconds. Despite this, the beast still lets out a furious, rage-filled roar as it begins to pull at its chains. Still, soon you're back into the darkness with Rivera.

Player: Northeast
DM: You turn yourself slightly to the right and begin running through the ever-darkening hallway, as the torches become more sparse and eventually fade out to nothing. After about a minute of running, you abruptly run into a wall and feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness.

DM: MORALE -10!Geez, working on your own doesn't feel like real Action Research... but at least you can probably get some things done.You're interested in students making the transition from middle school to high school mathematics, and the role that intrinsic academic motivation may play in their engagement with your SmartCity math program. You decide to examine intrinsic motivation amongst your student users, to see if there is a connection between that factor and students who elect to disengage and click randomly. Time to figure out your methods.
Player: You need methods to get results!
DM: You plan on working with a number of potential sites to survey students and additionally interview their teachers. For the survey, you find the most respected instrument for intrinsic motivation from academia, but it costs $30 per student - $18,000 total across your projected student sample of 600 students. You could also write your own, or find another much less celebrated survey and adapt it for free.What do you do?
Player: Use the $18,000 survey, and fold it into your work budget.
DM: MESSINESS +20!ITEM ACQUIRED : RECEIPT OF DOOMYou use your corporate credit card to buy $18,000 worth of surveys. Nobody will notice for about 20 days until the next expense report cycle. How will you get the internal performance data from your product?
Player: Time to talk to the programmers.
DM: You sit down with your VP of Engineering, one of your direct reports, to discuss the research project and what kind of data you'll need in order to identify target schools and later extract matching student performance data.He's a bit cynical - how should you play this?
Player: Tell him what to do - you're his boss!
DM: MESSINESS +10!He's pretty upset at your request - the whole department has been pushing really hard lately, and his plate is full with other tasks that he thinks are more important. He says he'll do it, but when you ask him when he can get the initial data you need to determine sites he snaps at you and walks out. Now, time to identify school sites to partner with.
Player: Reach out to potential sites.
DM: You get the data from the VP of Engineering, and use it to determine appropriate school sites and classrooms, where the students are using the program weekly over a sustained time.There are a total of 20 teachers and 75 classrooms that fit the bill, and you'd like to get at least 6 teachers and 25 classrooms to participate.How should you connect with these schools?
Player: Work with your company's Implementation team to secure sites.
DM: MESSINESS +50!You email the 3 members of your company's Implementation team to get their help with securing sites. The division director calls you and says that she's very concerned about her team using their time on your project. "Aren't you worried that our company's financial performance has been terrible for the past quarter? Is this really the best time to be doing a little research thingy?"Looks like you'll have to take care of this on your own.

Player: Talk to the old man
DM: You approach the old man nervously. "Excuse me," you ask him. "Do you know anything about this place?""I do," the man says sadly in perfect English. "I'm sorry to say I do."What do you ask him?
Player: Who are you?
DM: The old man looks down."My name is not important. During the War I was stationed on this island as part of the garrison. It is not important now. Bad things happened here a long time ago. I visit the island every year now to pay my respects and pray for forgiveness. I would be grateful if you didn't mention about me to the local people, even after all this time... terrible things happened and I wish they hadn't. War brings out the worst in people."He swallows and shakes his head firmly.
Player: Do something else
Player: Follow the path northwest
DM: You walk quickly along a path along the edge of steep cliffs on one side offering you a beautiful view across the sparkling water to Hong Kong Island, impenetrable tropical jungle on your other side. After a while you come across a sign that reads TSAI PIRATE CAVE and an arrow points at an almost invisible cave entrance, largely concealed by trees on the edge of the cliff. You remember this is where Chow Feng said he would meet you. The path continues to the southwest, where it leads down to the village of Yung Shue Wan, and to the southeast where it continues to curve along cliffs.

DM: Chau frowns. "I don't know why anyone would want to kill him," he says finally. "Maybe it was simply greed? Maybe Gabriel had something that person wanted and that person wanted to take it but didn't want to share it with him? It backfired in the end though didn't it? Whatever that person wanted I don't think they got it. Gabriel's too smart. With his code writing he can say one thing and mean another. I think whoever killed him took the first meaning but perhaps not the second."Chau suddenly stops talking and purses his lips. You get the impression that he feels he has said too much.
Player: Ask him about the day Gabriel died
DM: Chau's face darkens. "We heard Jesus and Mary shouting all the way from the village for Gabriel - we knew something was wrong. Someone came running up the path into this cemetery and waited for them to go by before running back down. If that wasn't the person who killed him, I'll eat my foot. Why else would someone run about like that and to here of all places? It doesn't make sense to me. Of course, the police and medics put Gabriel's death down as a suicide. They weren't interested in what I had to say."Chau glowers at the floor.
Player: Question Lily Xing
DM: Lily Xing looks at you expectantly.
Player: Ask her why she thinks anyone might have wanted to kill Gabriel
DM: Lily considers the question for quite a long time."Perhaps they thought that Gabriel knew something that they wanted to know," she says finally. "Perhaps they thought he had already told them with those notes in his journal. My son was clever and he could write in codes, it runs in the family. I have no doubt that he was murdered but I also think that the person who killed him didn't realise they wouldn't be able to understand the code that he wrote. To really understand my grandson you would need to walk in his footsteps, read what he read and see what he saw. Like all teenage boys, in fact like most of us, I imagine he had his secrets too..."Lily stops talking and looks at you calmly.
Player: Ask her about the day that Gabriel died
DM: The old lady shudders."We were at home. We are usually at home. Around the time he died I heard Jesus and Mary shouting Gabriel's name so we knew something was wrong. Soon after someone come running up the path and I think they were in the cemetery for a while. I didn't look outside, perhaps if I had... whoever it was left soon after. A short time after this person ran out of the cemetery Jesus and Mary stopped shouting: they had reached the beach and found our Angel. Around 7pm my stepson Jesus came and told us what had happened. It was a huge shock. Gabriel was our pride and joy, our little Angel..." Lily tails off and looks down sadly.
Player: Go and do something else
DM: You follow a winding path that cuts through thick jungle before emerging in a wide clearing that makes you gasp with surprise. Grave upon grave, over one hundred of them, stretch out before you in neat little lines. They are in the Cantonese style of small mounds with a tombstone at their heads containing information about the deceased and a black and white photo of them stuck onto the stone above the writing. A small old stone house stands to one side, a sign before it reads "The Xing Family".
Player: Visit the Xing Family home
DM: You walk up towards the home and knock on the door. It is opened by an old lady and her appearance surprises you: she is unmistakably white with blond hair turning grey, green eyes and a small birthmark on her chin. She introduces herself as Lily Xing. Her husband, Chau, is definitely Asian with short black hair and brown eyes, he seems to be about seventy. They are Gabriel's grandparents on her mother's side and may be able to tell you something useful.
Player: Question Chau Xing
DM: Chau Xing looks at you expectantly.

DM: You and Frank hide out at the James Farm and the surrounding area for a while, relying on newspapers for your information. You read about how Jesse and his companions succeeded in robbing the Kansas City Exposition. You also get a scare when you learn that Clell has been arrested for the Columbia Bank Robbery but is released after the shaken witnesses failed to correctly identify him. After a year when you feel the heat has warn off you and the gang reunite to plan your next robbery.
DM: By now you and your companions have become famous across America as the James-Younger Gang and Southern newspapers laud you as Robin Hood type figures continuing the fight for Southern Rights while Northern newspapers focus on the amounts you have stolen and the men you have killed, a number which altogether has reached six slain. Jesse loves all this attention and John and Clell enjoy it too but Frank is quick to point out that you haven't made much money from your recent robberies.That is why on a lazy summer afternoon you and your fellow Outlaws ride into the little town of St Genevieve. While Frank, Clell and John look after your horses you, Jesse and Cole enter the bank. There is just one cashier inside and following your usual procedure you take him prisoner, empty the vault of money and then lock the cashier inside. As you are riding out of town Jesse again throws caution to the wind and begins firing his pistol into the air and cheering. Clell and John soon join in, much to Frank and Cole's disapproval.Returning to the Younger Farm this time you count the money and find you have stolen $4,000, making your share $600. All the robberies seem so easy that Jesse decides it is time to increase the stakes. He lays out a plan for you all to rob a train in the state of Iowa, a extremely rare crime that is sure to gain the attention of all America. Though Clell and John readily agree to the plan Frank and Cole are more reluctant and only agree on the condition that more men can be brought in to join the Gang. You all agree to meet in the town of Adair, Iowa in two months.
Player: From Banks to Trains...
DM: In the pre-dawn morning light you and the rest of the James-Younger Gang assemble outside the busy little town of Adair. Cole and John have brought along their brothers Jim and Bob to join in the robbery. Jim is a steady veteran who you fought alongside during the Civil War, though he seems reluctant to be involved in this robbery, Bob is a likable and reliable young man. You and Clell turn up with Charlie Pitts, a quiet but tough man who is another former Guerrilla. Frank and Jesse arrive with an extremely tall and chatty man called Bill Chadwell. Altogether there are ten of you, including the two James brothers and the four Younger brothers.Though you held up trains during the War you are all new to peacetime train robbery and you study the railroad trying to think of the best way to get the train to stop near your place of concealment. Predictably it is Jesse who has the idea of using a mental bar and a hammer to tear up the track, reasoning that the driver will see the broken line and halt the train alongside where you will be waiting with the horse. You all agree to the plan. "Who will tear up the track?" Cole asks and you all glance among yourselves.

Player: Let the James Brothers take care of the situation
DM: While you watch Jesse manages to pull the trigger of his pistol and shoot the conductor in the chest. As the man falls to the ground Jesse shoots him again in the head. While the man lies bleeding on the floor and gun smoke rises in the carriage a second passenger springs to his feet, gun in hand. "Jesse," Frank yells out in warning and raises his own gun.
Player: Shoot the armed passenger

DM: You decide to run from the little freak. Unfortunately, the zombie is quite fast and you can tell it is already gaining on you. You need a place to hide from it. There is a cave to your right and some tall trees to your left.
Player: Climb the Tree!
DM: You temporarily become a ninja and climb the nearest tree as fast as you can. You reach a nice sturdy branch before you finally look down to check on the zombie. It is still frantically trying to attack you but clearly cannot climb the tree, probably because of its being dead and all. Lucky for you, dawn was fast approaching, and in moments it is bright enough to see the zombie more clearly. Just as you try to see more details of its face, it bursts into flames. The zombie beings running around in circles, panicking and clearly forgetting about you. For being already dead, it takes a surprisingly long amount of time to die from fire, but eventually it does collapse with one final moan. You climb down from the tree.
Player: Continue...
DM: The day has come. Your first night was rough as hell, but hey, you survived. The daytime must make all those monsters burn. Neat! Well, you might as well get to work on a shelter or house or something. And so you do. For the next few weeks, you dedicate yourself to building a home. Eventually, you make one and are safe from the monsters at night. You even keep track of the days that you've been stuck here. Day 47. That's when it all went down. It was a day just like any other. It was the evening and you need some tools to build a fireplace in your house. So, you head off to your tool shed out front of your house. You're just about to open the door when you see something strange out of the corner of your eye. You slowly look and notice what you only describe as a person, just like you. Actually, quite a lot like you, except with some indistinguishable difference. It is standing right at the edge of the fog, and you can't really make out any details.
Player: Chase the Thing!
DM: You take the aggressive approach and dart towards the thing. The instant you do, it whips around and runs away. You keep the chase up for a few minutes, but it clearly shows no sign of slowing down and nighttime is getting closer. You have no weapons, so you decide to let the thing go. Whatever it was, you must have scared the hell out of it. You head back home and get some sleep, or at least try to. You can't stop thinking about that strange thing.
Player: Wait for it Tomorrow
DM: So you sleep until the next morning. First thing you do is look outside. It's not there. You prepare yourself all day for this thing. You craft yourself armor, a bow, arrows, sword and shield. The time comes and you wait for it. As you expected, same time same place, it arrives. You never actually see it arrive, it just seems to appear. Perhaps it's just an illusion. Or a trick! Maybe somebody's setting a trap. You quickly look behind you. You check everything and then with a hard hit to the back of your head, you lose consciousness.

Player: If the number is 0-6
DM: You play a few games, but Harridan just seems to guess your every move, like she can read your mind. You make a mental note to ask Gambler for some Quil'zak advice, before handing over the 30 credits you lost (if you don't have 30 credits, remove all the credits you have from your chart) and walking out with your wagering squadmates. You walk through Tel-Nadr to your staging post.

DM: "I am the christmas goblin", muffles the christmas goblin from the other side of the glass. "I am here to assign you your christmas quest. The quest must be completed tonight or you will never meet God in heaven".
Player: No thanks.
DM: A small goblin stands outside my dad's window. The goblin is wearing a christmas cap and leather shoes. You immediately recognize that he is a christmas goblin.
Player: Do nothing.
DM: The rattle grows louder. The christmas goblin is shaking my dad's window pretty hard. It seems like he is close to breaking the glass.
Player: Transform into a commercial fishing boat, killing the christmas goblin instanteously.
DM: You become a 126 foot long commercial fishing boat. The christmas goblin, my dad, and all of the people who live in the houses on either side of my dad are dead. My dad's back will still hurt when he joins God in heaven because he was never able to relieve his back pain while he was on earth. Christmas is illegal for a thousand years.

DM: "Welcome to the Museum of National Triumph. Please hand over all firearms and cellular devices at the metal detector. Enjoy the glory of the Reich!"One of the benefits of the ruling class. Being able to contact each other, and being able to kill each other.Let's make our way down history lane, shall we?Here's the first exhibit. Ooh. It's an audio tour.
Player: Listen to Audio Tour
DM: "When the Great War for the salvation of the Aryan race began, the German people were few, and vastly outnumbered by the Jews and their sympathizers. On the eve of September 1st, 1939 the German people, tired of oppression by the rest of the world, finally said 'Enough!' and struck back."Of course. I've been taught this shit since elementary school. I could probably skip this.
Player: Skip 1
DM: "....The Soviets and the Germans formed an uneasy truce, but the Communists knew that their doom was only inevitable in the back of their heads...."Skip...
Player: Skip 2
Player: Skip 3

Player: Charge the smaller walrus to assert your dominance.
DM: You charge the smaller walrus. They lose their balance and stumble backwards. You lose your balance as well and slam your head against the ice again. It hurts even more this time.Two orca whales ascend from below the ice and swallow both of you. Your charging the little walrus somehow seems to have been the cause of this.

DM: You are Bellerophon, son of King Glaucus, the most famed equestrian in generations. Your father has given you lessons, and you are, even at your young age of sixteen, almost as skilled as he. It's time to get out and show the world that you're just as good as he is!Of course, many are jealous of your prowess and of your status as the son of the King, and you are often challenged to tests of skill and the occasional street brawl. So it is one afternoon, and you exchange harsh words with a challenger. You best him, and continue with your business, only to hear later that your challenger has been found slain, and you are the only suspect.Now is as good a time as any to get out of town! You take your leave of your father, and flee the city of your birth, exiled. Who knows what lies outside the gates of Corinth?
Player: The Adventure Begins
DM: So it is that you set on your quest for adventure. Along the way you meet many interesting people, who tell tales of disturbances in other cities.In the city of Lycia, a terrifying monster is devouring citizen and traveler alike, wreaking havoc in the once peaceful town. She is the Chimaera, daughter of Typhoeus and Echidna, a fearsome beast possessed of three heads - a serpent, a lion and a fire breathing goat!As you continue on your way, the tales of the Chimaera grow more horrifying, and you consider your options carefully. You're looking for adventure, but is that the kind of adventure you really want?As you mull your options in an inn in the town of Tyrins, you meet a man by the name of Proteus. Proteus, it turns out, is the king of the region, and he invites you to the palace to stay. He's looking for a skilled horseman, he says, and your reputation as the son of Glaucus has preceeded you. What do you do?
Player: Accept the Invitation
DM: You accept the King's offer, and join him and his beautiful wife in the palace for an evening of dinner, music and fine conversation. You find that the Queen is quite interested in hearing about your life; she expresses admiration for your riding abilites and implores you to tell her more.The King grows tired, and bids you goodnight, but you remain awake to continue your conversation with the Queen. In the blink of an eye, she is in your lap, nuzzling at your neck and whispering that she'd like you to join her for...something extra.Yipes!
Player: Hubba Hubba!
DM: Who are you to resist the charms of the lovely Queen Antea? How could you deny her request, after she's shown such grace and hospitality?You spend a satisfying and exciting night in the arms of this beautiful older woman. Alas, you are careless, and fail to return to your rooms before sunrise. A palace servent spies you, and runs to the king.Incensed, the king orders your execution.You've chosen...poorly. You have lost.

DM: You wake up. You had nightmares about that closet often throughout childhood, but memories and dreams faded as you grew up. You chalked it up to nothing more than a child's imaginings, as most do when they grow up, although it always felt like a little disingenuous.You had moved on to another house with your parents though around age six, and there were no sounds to speak of coming from closets. Your mom was convinced that you had finally grown out of that stage, and it had no longer been a nightly struggle between the two of you. Life had progressed pretty normally from that point on.You are all grown up now, with a family of your own. You and your spouse had been searching for a house for a while, somewhere that your four year old daughter can have a yard to play in, a swing set, and maybe even enough space to welcome siblings, given time. When you had found your old childhood home listed recently-and better yet, below market value-it seemed like a sign. You had some very fond memories in that house. To be able to watch your own children make memories there as well touched something in your heart. After closing on the deal, however, some feelings of uncertainty have been brewing in you. Today you officially move in. You assure yourself that the dreams are just nerves. Maybe it's just being a new home owner that has you worrying over whether you made the right call. It's still early, about 4:00AM. Your spouse is still sleeping, and hopefully your daughter is too.
Player: You get up to go check on your daughter.
DM: All is quiet in the house, save for the ticking of the clock on the living room mantle and the slight creaks of your feet on the hardwood. You're pretty sure that you won't wake Haillee, though. She's a pretty heavy sleeper, unlike you had been at her age. This had been a great blessing early on as she began to sleep through the night by herself earlier than most infants. By the light of her Bugs Bunny night light, you peak in and see her sleeping form. You smile and the tension in your muscles is soothed away instantly. Her little stuffed owl had fallen in the floor at some point during the night, but nothing else seems amiss.
Player: You are sure that there is nothing further to check on, but thinking of your dream, you open her closet to peak in anyway.
DM: You open the door gently, trying your best to minimize the sound of the creaking hinges. You feel a little bit silly for the nervousness you feel in opening it, as well as silly for the need to check, but you push through anyway. There's nothing but clothes and toys and little storage boxes of her baby clothes that no longer fit. Your spine seems to decompress. There's nothing wrong. Of course there's nothing wrong. It's a child's closet for heaven's sake. At worst you might knock over a stuffed animal that speaks "I love you" in an irritating voice when bumped. You close the door back, feeling embarrassed but no longer anxious. You check the locks around the apartment, and then go back to bed. At least if your spouse asks what you were doing up, you can say double checking the locks. As far as paranoid behaviors go, that would be a much more acceptable one.

DM: You managed to get a little more rest before the big day. Now you're in the midst of the dreadful task of moving furniture off of the u-haul rental and into the house. Somehow, you didn't realize quite how much stuff you would have to move. It's as though everything in your apartment had doubled in size in order to fill the new house. You set down a nightstand in your daughter's new bedroom, the one with the ballerina mice painted on the sides. You take a moment look around and take it all in. This used to be your bedroom when you were Haillee's age, after all. Not much seems to have changed other than the paint color. Although no one had ever bothered to paint the closet doors. The wood was still left bare and unfinished all these years. You remember your dream. You had just been here, it seemed.
Player: Just to prove to yourself how silly the dream was, you walk over to the closet and open it wide.
DM: It's too dark to see well into the closet. This is odd since it's the middle of the afternoon, but the sides of the closet are like a long hall scaling the width of the room's walls. You try to peak into the right side first, fumbling for the cell phone in your back pocket to use in the place of a flash light. Then you hear a sound coming from the left side, growling and angry.
Player: You turn to look at the creature on your left.
DM: As much horror and disgust as the sentient matter before you evokes, it also feels familiar. You've met before, either in dreams or late night glimpses. You know one another, and quite well at that, you realize now that you face one another.
Player: Either it dies or you do. You attack.
DM: You pull out your best weapon, your smartphone flashlight set to maximum brightness.The strange un-fleshed creature wiggles and screeches under the light. It occurs to you that this might have something to do with the reason that it is unable to come out of the closet in the day time. You call to your spouse to get something bright while you pin it to the corner. Your spouse returns with home warming gift candles a lighter, setting them ablaze and filling the closet with them at your instruction. The creature becomes more and more agitated as the closet becomes brighter, until finally it's shrieks become hoarse cries (From what mouth, you cannot say). Your spouse grabs some grilling tongs from a box marked "kitchen" and plucks the disgusting mass up to carry into the fireplace. You find bits of cardboard and sticks to throw in as well. You light the fireplace for the first time in your new home. Honestly, it's pretty memorable. The house seems to be safe now. You keep night lights in every closet just to be sure though.

Player: You pick up the stuffed owl, and place it beside her on the bed. Then, you go back to bed, comforted that all is well.
DM: You try your best not to wake your spouse, who makes a few muted sounds as you get back into bed. Your spouse doesn't stir any further though, making you hopeful that no one was the wiser of your waking.
Player: You lay down, and go back to sleep.
Player: You run out of the room immediately.
DM: You catch your breath in the hallway, your pulse wild. What was that? You consider that there might be some kind of animal in the house, worse, in your kid's room. What could it be though? An opossum, maybe? What do opossums growls sound like?One of your friends witnesses you bolting out of the bedroom, and stops what they're doing to check on you. "What? Did you find some mold?" The tone is amused, seeing that your don't seem to have suffered any physical harm."I think some kind of animal got in. I heard growling sounds in there."Your friend laughs a little,"So that's what lit your tail on fire. Alright, let's have a look. We might need to go out and buy some traps." He pats your shoulder with a sort of jovial condescension and steps past you into the bedroom.

DM: As you stand there peering into the domicile, a sense of dread sweeps over you. "This isn't right!" your mind screams. "My life has never been this fortuitous. It's a trap!"You spin 180 degrees and sprint out the door to try your luck with the Pilchangk once more. Who knows? Maybe the waters got a few degrees warmer since you parted ways. You nearly stumble over yourself as you try to get out of your own way -you just aren't moving fast enough.Halfway between the domicile and the dense understory above the cliff edge, you notice a figure standing before you. You are so surprised by the stranger's presence that your legs forget themselves. You fall forward and extend your arms in an effort to protect your head. The impact of the earth takes the air out of you and you skid mercilessly on your face. You scramble to your feet and wipe the dirt from your eyes. The lanky creature towers above your tiny frame. Its features hide in shadow and long hair. The creature approaches and takes a knee as it presents its squirming rucksack to you. It slowly loosens the drawstrings and a horrible stench assaults you. As you prepare to introduce yourself and assure it that you mean no harm, the creature sweeps you up and throws you roughly in his smelly bag. The bag's insides are dank and the darkness is almost absolute. You make out various animals about your size who are as horrified as you. In an unspoken agreement, you join the chorus of muffled yelps and howls, offkey and off-putting as the kidnapping creature leaps and bounds along the riverbed, ending your adventure abruptly. The End
DM: You stand at the threshold of the domicile and survey what's before you. The interior of the domicile is immaculate. Whoever has lived here certainly gave clear attention to order and cleanliness. You see a short hallway in front of you. To the left, a space for storing and preparing food and drink. To the right, a room clearly designed to entertain guests. Musical instruments and mechanisms for lounging are abound. You get a strong sense that whoever is living here has been gone for some time. You reflect on the state of the waring planet that hosts you and remember is isn't uncommon in regions of civil war that entire villages would abandon their living quarters, leaving all sorts of belongings behind. At the thought of a free meal and a place to crash, you perk up a bit. Now, how to make the most of this situation?
Player: On second thought, I prefer the river!

DM: As you remove your helmet you hear your air rush out. By the time you realize the grave mistake that you've made it is too late. The stasis pod slams shut just in time. You know you won't remember this as your memories that were uploaded into the pod were done so back on Earth.
Player: Wake up
DM: You slowly open your eyes only to see black. As your eyes adjust you realize that the screen on your helmet is down.Do you:
Player: Remove your helmet
Player: Continue on with limited vision
DM: As you approach the control panel you are thankful that you left your helmet on as the stasis cabin is no longer air tight.You can see several other warnings on the screen telling you about various problem on the ship.Do you:
Player: Check the navigation and try to fix the air supply at the captain's deck
DM: The blast doors to the captain's deck should be closed. Either there has been a system malfunction or something has forced them open.Do you:
Player: Climb through the small opening in the door
DM: As you climb through the small opening you feel as if someone is watching you. Out of the corner of your eye you think you see something move. As you take a step towards the systems interface you feel something prick your arm. You try to make it back out of the opening in the door but a wave of dizziness and black comes over you. You remember flashes of something dragging you back to your stasis pod and hear the doors of the pod seal. You know you won't remember this as your memories that were uploaded into the pod were done so back on Earth.

DM: Your spouse offers to go put Haillee back to bed and check her room for her after you remain quiet for a moment. They leave, and your spouse isn't back for a few moments. You wonder what's taking so long.
Player: You go back to sleep. Your spouse is probably just telling Haillee a bedtime story to calm her down.
DM: You wake up and find that your spouse never returned to bed. Maybe your spouse stayed with Haillee. You go to her room, but find it empty. You begin calling their names and running all over the house. There are no answers, no notes or texts, nothing at all.
Player: You continue to search. Finally, thinking about the closet that Haillee had been so afraid of last night, you check it.
DM: 
Player: You check the left.
DM: You shine the flashlight to the left and immediately see your spouse and child curled up in the corner. Something is hovering in front of them. You don't really have a term to put to it, but in later years you would go on to describe it as "transparent tar". Although you could see through it, it was dark in color and seemed to be dripping a thick liquid which stretched out in places, giving the illusion of it being thinner in some places than others. The thinner, more transparent parts seem to be those most directly in front of the light you're shining. The thing screeches and withers out of the way.
Player: You grab your family and leave.
DM: You and your family stay in a hotel while you have your things moved to a storage unit. This is going to be a pretty big financial loss if you abandon the property or have it demolished. What options do you have though? It seems wrong to sell it to some poor unaware victim, but you can't get out of the purchase by reason of "haunting" either. You and your spouse talk it over for a few days. It's nice to know that you aren't the only one who witnessed all that. In the end, you decide that you can't take the financial hit. You narrow it down to three options.
Player: You block off access to that bedroom, and just use the rest of the house.
DM: This proves to be entirely effective. You don't have access to one of the four bedrooms, but honestly you don't need that much space anyway. You open up the bedroom once to host one of Haillee's college boyfriends who you don't like. Your spouse says it's a terrible thing to do to someone.It also happened to be your spouse's idea.Your family lives in peace for the rest of the time in that house. In your will, you request that it be torn down, with a complete explanation as to why. This request will be ignored, leading to the deaths of at least twelve people, but that's not really your fault or problem.

DM: Your daughter reluctantly goes back to bed with some prodding. You and your spouse pass back out almost immediately and wake to the sound of alarm clocks blaring in your ears. You would set a more pleasant tune, but something about the mild irritation just wakes you up better in the morning. Your spouse starts putting together breakfast, and you go to wake Haillee up. You are surprised to find her bed empty, however, and check the bathroom. Nope, not in there either. You start calling her name, looking out the window to the back yard and searching any hiding places that she might think are funny. Then you see her stuffed owl at the edge of the closet. The door is cracked."Haillee?" You step forward, "Tell me where you are right now. I'm not playing." Silence still.
Player: You search the closet.
DM: There is a little squeaking sound on your left, like a scream that's been choked off in a tiny throat. Your eyes haven't adjusted yet to the dark, so you have to use the flashlight on your phone to see her, but Haillee's sitting in the corner of the closet."Why didn't you answer? You know better. When I'm calling for you-" You cut yourself off as you see the fear in her eyes. She isn't looking at you. She's staring into the the right hand side of the closet, into the dark, extending hall of space lining the bedroom wall. You turn your flashlight on the thing briefly, and your stomach drops at what you see. The thing was as thick and oozing as hot tar, but as wispy and transparent as smoke. It was every bit the monster from your childhood nightmares.The creature shrinks back from the brightness, giving your daughter a chance to escape into the light of the outter room while it burrows deeper into the shadows, hissing and snarling. Haillee must have opened the closet door to check what she was hearing. You never had chanced a look. Until now. Your little girl was braver than you, it seemed. But you are an adult now, responsible for making adult decisions. And so, you do just that.
Player: Try to befriend it. You've known it since childhood, after all.
DM: "Hello, old friend!" You say as you lunge forward to shake the creature's hand (or whatever it might have to offer as an alternative appendage). It has no discernable mouth or eyes that you can make out necessarily, but somehow you still seem to register a look of confusion emanating from the thing. Some portion of its body seems to point at itself while turning about, as if to say, "do you mean me?". It does not advance forward. You, however, do. Step, after step, you advance forward, until finally you reach it and embrace it in a hug. The creature seems...unnerved? Or maybe indecisive is more accurate. You hold onto it tightly. "I'm so sorry that I left you all those years ago. You must have been so lonely by yourself. And I never went into the closet to play with you. Well, that stops today." You feel something wet on your shoulder. Could that be...tears? The creature starts to relax into your arms as if hugging back. You continue speaking in your most soothing voice, "Here I have this big house to walk around in and you're stuck in this dreary, rickety old closet. That's a poor excuse for a home."The creature suddenly stiffens, and then you feel a sharp pain. Screaming, you realize that it is tearing out your heart.Over time it learns to forgive your for insulting its home. After all, now your spirit is its roommate. You do in fact become friends and haunt children together from inside the closet. It's a bit more fun than you expected.

Player: No way you're going back in there.
DM: Your friend is on his own. You whisper loudly at him to "come back!", but the only answers you receive are laughs and disparaging comments about your courage and sense of honor. You won't be goaded so easily though. You know that dangers lurk there, waiting to consume. You can feel it. So you wait. And wait. It's only been a few minutes, but it's a few minutes too long of silence on the part of your friend.
Player: He's never able to keep his flapping jaws under control for this long. Something must be truly wrong. You go in to check.
DM: The first thing that you notice is how empty the room is. The closet door is propped open. You call out to him, your voice annoyed, "Not funny. Get back out here and stop goofing around. I get it. I need to hire pest control." You step closer, and hear a faint groaning sound from inside.
Player: Push forward into the closet.
DM: You pull out a lighter to get a better view, stepping into the closet. You catch a glimpse of a figure on the ground. It's your friend, who appears to be unconscious. You start to drag him out, but you hear a voice next to your ear whisper, "You won't be taking him."
Player: You ignore the voice and continue dragging your friend out of the closet.
DM: Your friend's well-being is too important to you to abandon him now. You keep dragging him out."Wait! What?" the voice says, "I said you can't have him!" It hisses and growls, running its tar like little body up next to your ear.You continue to ignore it. And unbelievable, this...works? The monster seems to be used to commanding attention, and keeps talking to you, its tone becoming more and more pleading. You've pulled your friend back into the room now, and yell for the others to help get any necessary medical attention. All you hear from the closet is a wet sobbing sound.

Player: Mitten Factory
DM: You walk inside the Mitten Factory. "Welcome to the Mitten Factory! Home of the best mittens!" A little kitten squeals at you, "Feel free to look around! But if you're an employee, use your Employee card pass and enter!" You spot a large stack of pillows A worker kitten snorts at you. "You want that trash? Take it!" He says, "There's no use for soundproof pillows, now are there?" Good job, you've got a pillow! Now what do you do?
Player: Kitten Travel Agency
DM: You walk to the Kitten Travel Agency. A kind kitty at the counter asks, "Where would you like to go? They're all free!" Hmm... You think for a while. Where would you need to go? You look at the brochure on the wall. You can go to Kitty City, Kitten Village, or a special flight over the river! Wow! Where do you go?
Player: Kitten Village

Player: You don't want to, but you go with him.
DM: You follow a couple of steps behind, feet dragging against the floors as if seeking speed bumps in the linoleum to slow them down further. Your friend steps forward boldly into the room. It is easy to be bold though, when one lacks experience. You wouldn't call it bravery until he knew what he was challenging. He flings the closet door open as if it were nothing, but as a pile of fur races out, he jumps and then laughs heartily. "Ah, there you have it," he laughs all the more at himself for getting spooked to begin with, "You have a little pest problem, but that's pretty common this close to the woods. Nothing some bate and a few sticky traps won't solve."You shudder. You didn't think that mice were big enough to make sounds like the ones you heard, but you feel relieved. You close the door back yourself. After all, if there are others in there, you'd like to keep them contained until you have proper equipment to deal with them, which is the reason to give out loud to your friend.After some light teasing back and forth, the two of you return to your group and pick back up where you left off with moving boxes.

Player: Go Back The Way You Came

Player: Next Exit
DM: You decide to risk taking the next exit, despite not having a clue where it goes. Wherever it does go, it has to take you out of the blast radius in 8 minutes! You end up on a narrow, windy road with farmland on either side. You would usually take it relatively slow on a road like this, but since you could be dying any minute, you drive as fast as you can. It's actually quite a fun experience; you've never driven this fast in your life. You're all alone on this road, speeding around corners; it's actually an experience you would have again!After a while, the road starts to go up a gentle hill and reaches a large mansion. You can tell by the look of it that someone very rich lives here. Unfortunately, there's nowhere to go. You've reached a dead end.You look at your watch. It's 2:28. A sad thought dawns on you; you're not going to make it out in time. All you could do in 4 minutes is potentially get back to the highway. There's no way you could get any further. Defeated, you get out of your car and look at the view of the city from the hill. This isn't a bad place to die, you think. For the next three minutes, you stand there in silence, praying that the bomb isn't real.BOOM!(You died).
Player: Continue to watch TV
DM: Not worrying about your potential death, you continue to watch TV, as you were actually quite enjoying the show. Time passes by at a fast rate, and before you know it, it's 2:31.30 seconds left now... let's see if A01 was being serious about the bomb. You doubt it, and prepare to watch the time click over to 2:32 and laugh. Only a few seconds to go. 3, 2, 1...BOOM!(You died.)

DM: 
Player: You hire a ghostbuster wannabe.
DM: You try hiring people from several agencies who claim to be experts in the paranormal. One runs away almost immediately and does not return your deposit. One tells you they're a fraud and didn't believe in spirits until today. One dies. One coats the room in thick green spray paint which gets all over the house. All are incompetent.You are set back two thousand dollars and one court case.

DM: You tell yourself that your spouse has it handled, but you're feeling more concerned that you like to admit. Maybe your spouse is reading Haillee a bedtime story to calm her down. You get up and walk to her room. The only light is a nightlight on her wall, but despite the sparse lighting, you can tell that neither of them are in there.
Player: Your anxiety increases. Where are they? You start calling their names.
DM: In an adrenaline filled state, you search the house, yelling their names with increasing desperation. After what feels like hours, you return to Haillee's room. You sit at the edge of her bed, your emotions exhausted.
Player: After searching all day, after finding nothing, you fall asleep in her room.
DM: You have the most restless night of your life. Each nightmare twists into some other new and horrible atrocity. In your dreams blood streams from the closet. You look down to find yourself coated in the coagulating liquid. Your spouse screams for you to stop, but you ignore everything except the trail. You follow the stream to the closet, even as your spouse's shouts become louder and more desperate. You have to follow it, although you can't remember why. As soon as you enter the closet, the light of the room behind you is swallowed up in the thick soup of darkness. It's very damp in the closet, you notice. Your socks squish about in some unidentified liquid. The small space smells of stale wood and something metallic. You finally slip, and then you see it. In the floor you finally catch a glimpse of the creature's reflection in the puddle beneath you.You wake with a gasp, at once relieved to have only been dreaming. You sit up, rubbing your eyes, only to notice feeling something wet. Slowly, hesitantly, you pull back your hands and look down at them. Red. Sticky. Wet. Your stomach turns as you now survey the space around you. The liquid (you won't say what it is, even in your thoughts) is all over the bed. The next observation comes. There are two other bodies in this bed. Not people. Bodies.
Player: Go back to sleep. Maybe this is just another part of the nightmare.
DM: You wake up in a pool of blood. Much of it has dried and formed a crusty layer, but some of it is still wet, although cold and tacky to the touch. It's morning now, and the light coming in through the window only makes the gorey scene that much more vile to you. The two bedmates are clearly dead, and have been for hours. You've been getting your precious beauty rest in a shared family crypt. There's nothing you can do now, and probably nothing you could have done earlier. But why did you go back to sleep? Why didn't you do something-anything-else? You're never able to answer this question.

DM: You doge the next one easily and start to feel confident. This is the last one. There are four this time. One is to the left of Jason, one is to to left of Marie, one is, behind you, and the last one is in front of you.
Player: Lay down
DM: You got sliced. GAME OVER'W-what why would you-- nevermind'
Player: Accept Death.
Player: SW
DM: Your matchete hits the blade and you bleed out. GAME OVER"You forgot about that didn't'cha.'
Player: NW

DM: Riding into the town of Austin you and your companions make inquiries about the local stagecoach routes before heading south and hiding in some trees to waylay a coach on its route. The hold-up goes smoothly, the coach is stopped and the passengers forced to dismount before being stripped of their valuables. Mounting up your ride cross-country before catching a train and rejoining Frank and Cole at the McDaniels Farm. During the ride you count the loot to find you have stolen $3,000, making your share $500.The success of the robbery has encouraged Frank and Cole to join in fresh robberies and you soon have a new gang member in the form of Bud McDaniels, the cheerful life-long friend of the Younger family. Together you all plan a daring train robbery in Kansas but Bill and Charlie prefer to lay low this time and return to their hiding place at Charlie's farm as they are both enjoying the fact they haven't been identified as outlaws yet and have safety in their anonymity. You need to choose which group you join.
Player: Join Bill and Charlie in hiding out at the Pitts's Farm
DM: You hide out with Bill Chadwell and Charlie Pitts at Charlie's farm, mostly staying in and around the property while the others do the chores of going into town for supplies and newspapers. You become reliant on the newspapers, reading avidly about the rest of the gang's crimes but rarely seeing your fellow outlaws until after two years you are starting to go stir-crazy. You persuade Bill and Charlie to join you in robbing a bank in the little town of Baxter Springs, Kansas.One spring morning you lead your companions into the little town of Baxter Springs and dismount outside the town bank. While Bill holds the horses you and Charlie walk into the bank, draw your pistols, take the lone teller hostage and loot the safe. After locking the teller inside you all ride out of town, traveling cross-country until you get to a safe place where you can count the money. You find that you have stolen $3,000, making your share $1,000 - not bad for a morning's work! You return to the Pitts Farm for a few months until a letter arrives from Jesse telling you that the Gang is gathering in Otterville, Missouri to plan it's most daring robberies yet!
Player: Join Frank, Jesse, Cole, Jim, Bob, Clell, Bill and Charlie in robbing the bank in Minnesota
DM: You and your eight companions begin scouting towns in Minnesota for good banks to rob and settle on one in the town of Northfield. While you are in Minnesota you learn that Hoobs Kerry has been identified and arrested and has promptly identified each of the Gang including those who took part in the Otterville Train Robbery in exchange for a reduced sentence of two years imprisonment. You are all furious at Hoobs's betrayal but decide to go ahead with your plans anyway.As usual it's Jesse who makes the plans. "Folk in Minnesota will be on the lookout for nine men acting suspiciously so we won't all go in at once tomorrow," he declares. "Frank, Bob and myself will go into the bank while Cole and Clell hold the horses outside. Bill, Charlie and Jim, I want you to wait on the edge of town and if you hear any shooting come riding in like hell firing your pistols into the air to get those Yankee townsfolk off the streets. I know it's a big town boys but this is a rich bank and the money we should get is worth the risk. Bill, which group do you want to join?"

Player: Ask him about Gabriel Xing
DM: "Gabriel was a delight to have around," he tells you. "During the War I was one of those who helped blow up the Japanese boats and hid out in the Caves afterwards, actually later it was in the same area where I first met Lily in the 60's and brought her back here. Her mother had just died and she was very different then... I told Gabriel all about that and I knew his grandmother told him more about the history of the island. Gabriel was interested in everything. He wrote about some of it in that little diary of hers - I could never understand his codes though. He was too smart for me!"Chau tails off sadly.
Player: Ask him why anyone might want to kill Gabriel

DM: You proceed to swim with the sharks. A shark then says, "Hop on!" "Whoa! A talking shark!" You exclaim."No time to talk! Hop on!" The shark says. You proceed to do so and he takes you to a cave (along with the other sharks). Inside the cave seems to be different posters and wallpaper of drum sets. There is one particular poster that have the notes G-F-G-F-A. You try to remember that for some reason. "You hungry?" Another shark asks you.
Player: Say yes.
DM: "Yes." You reply."Alright. Come on over to the table." The shark says. You go through a smaller entrance and find a classy place full of beautiful artwork and an elaborate dining table filled with pasta, french fries, all types of soda, a radio (for music), candles, and steak. It's so mouth-watering. You are parched and starving and you instantly get on the table. Damn! This is making me hungry."Nice, right?" A shark asks you."Ohhh, yeah..." You say hungrily."Well, come on. Let's eat." A shark says. You literally dug through all the food on the table. Soon, in replacement of you on your chair is a very full you with a full bladder and, well, brown gravy (If you know what I mean).Suddenly a dragon crashes into your meal and spews out fire on all the sharks turning them all into ashes."AHHH!!!" You scream. You run the fastest you can to a door to your right but being as full as you are you get a painful sharp pain in your side as you run. You come upon a fork on the trail. Which one to choose?
Player: Go right.
DM: You choose to go right. There are unicorns and mermaids around you. You come across two doors: One marked with "Die" and another with "Die Later". Which do you choose...
Player: Go through the door "Die Later".
DM: You step through the door marked "Die later". Inside are plains and fields filled with flowers and such. You suddenly feel elated. You sigh. A woman comes up to you and asks you if you want some "fun". Well? What's your answer?
Player: No crazy lady!!!
DM: "AHHH!!!" You scream and run away. Good thing. Chocolate bars just beat her to death. Poor woman. Oh well. Suddenly they see you. What do you do!?
Player: Join the gang.
DM: Hey, hey, hey! I wanna join the gang! Oh wait. They shot you. Probably cause you weren't a CHOCOLATE BAR! Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. (I don't know why I did that.)

DM: You don't know how you'll do it, but you should kill the strange, blood soaked slug.Maybe some table salt?Right.. Funny..You walk around the creature in a semi-circle, making sure to always face the creature. It slowly rotates to face toward you as well.You're near a small office chair. You could use it to smash the creature.Or, you can see a section of pipe about two feet long. That might work better.
Player: Slam the chair down onto the worm.
DM: You lift up the chair, and move closer to the slug-like monster. You quickly bring the chair down, aiming for the worm. Suddenly, it dashes to the side. Moving much faster than it was before. It's inching movement turns into a rapid slithering.It slides away, then turns and comes back toward you, moving side to side.
Player: Use the chair to block it's path.
DM: You slam the chair down in front of it to prevent it from reaching you, but it's already moving from side to side. It simply wriggles around the chair.
Player: Step away from the creature.
DM: It continues to wriggle forward. Taking a step back, just in case, you continue to watch it move around. You turn around to run out of the building, but you can already feel it moving up your leg. You reach down, and place your hands on either side of it, attempting to push it off. It's slippery, and slides past your grip, reaching your stomach. Before you can think to do anything else, it anchors itself to your stomach and burrows inside you. The sharp, burning pain is unbelievably intense. You try to force yourself not to scream, but fail.This must be what happened to the man you saw earlier.Your vision starts to go black, and the pain fades. You can feel the wriggling, slithering motion inside you. You begin floating through a black void, and the pain is gone. It's like you're underwater. You can feel pressure, and a sort of urgency to break through the surface, and breathe again.
Player: You have to live.
DM: You push, and push. Straining to break into consciousness once again.Vision slowly returns to you, taking a moment to adjust. You aren't in the garage anymore, your legs are stepping down the street, one after the other. You don't know why, and can't make yourself stop. Eventually, you want to walk.Your head abruptly snaps to the right, and you're facing another person. They're about 50 yards away. You yell, "Hey!" then start running. Why are you running? He probably had something to do with the worm at the mechanic's shop. Maybe you should be running. Yes, you should.You get closer, and can see that it's a man. He starts to sprint away from you. He must be guilty, why else would he run?He's finally within your grasp, so you reach outward.He's on the ground under you.You shout accusations, you know that he did this to you.You need to make him know how much this hurt you.He dies.You are a host.An empty body, for the worms to fill and control.

DM: You and Tommy go outside, flag down a taxi and order it to take you to a bar. You can't help noticing that as you pull away from the apartment a black car behind you does likewise and everywhere you go the black car, with two men inside, remains steadfastly behind you."Tommy, I think that car is following us," you mutter to your companion."Stop the car," Tommy orders the taxi driver.As the taxi screeches to a halt you both jump out and race around the corner of the street to find yourselves in a dead-end alley. Tommy turns, draws his pistol and trains it on the corner you have just run around. You draw your pistol and follow suit, wondering if you should open fire on the next people to come around the corner.
Player: Fire at any pursuers
DM: As soon as the two lawmen come around the corner, one holding a shotgun and one holding a pistol you open fire, hitting the detective with the shotgun in the head. As he falls to the ground Tommy shoots the other man twice in the arm, making him drop his pistol. The wounded detective cradles his wounded arm and looks at the pair of you. You train your gun on him and watch him while Tommy runs out into the street and stops a pickup truck at gunpoint. Scooping up the wounded and dead lawmens' weapons you run to the truck, join him and drive out of town.You flee across the country to St Paul, reading in newspapers along the way that Chuck Fisher was arrested at the apartment in San Antonio but told the police nothing. Finally you re-join Jimmy, Homer and Eddie in St Paul where they are shocked to learn about what has happened. The five of you lie low for the rest of the winter before making plans for new robberies next spring.However that spring you hear how John Dillinger, recently escaped from prison and his friend Red Hamilton want to join forces with the Nelson Gang. A meeting is soon arranged between you all.
Player: Join Jimmy and John in checking out the bank
DM: While the rest of the gang stay at the hideout and make ready you, Jimmy and John start driving towards South Dakota but almost immediately a car cuts in front of you. Irritated Jimmy, who is at the wheel, cuts ahead of him and the car cuts in front of him again. Jimmy loses his temper and rams his car against the other, trying to force it onto the kerb. The other car breaks and the man inside jumps out.Jimmy jumps out with his pistol in his hand and you can tell he means to shoot the angry driver.
Player: Hang back
DM: You watch as Jimmy shoots the man twice in the chest and he falls to the ground. A woman screams, jumps out of the car and runs to his side."You've killed him," she wails."Keep your damned mouth shut or I'll let you have it too," Jimmy snarls at her. You both jump back inside your car and speed off back to the hideout. The next day you prepare to set off with the gang to rob the Sioux Falls Bank.
Player: The Sioux Falls Raid

Player: Decline the Offer
DM: You thank King Proteus for his kind offer, but refuse. You have decided that you're not quite ready for adventure just yet, and will seek adventure elsewhere.You spend the remainder of your days wandering aimlessly, and die alone and forgotten. You have not seized your destiny! You have lost.
Player: Start Over

DM: You wake up to find that your spouse never returned to bed. That's odd. Maybe your spouse had stayed with Haillee last night. You go to find them, but quickly realize that no one is in the room. You start calling for them. Maybe they had already woken up, and started getting ready.
Player: You check the kitchen. Maybe they're having breakfast.
DM: You walk into the kitchen calling their names. The lights are all off, and there are no signs that someone has been in here since last night. You're starting to worry.
Player: You call your spouse. Did Haillee have an appointment today that you forgot about? You didn't think she had a dental check up for a few months.
DM: You don't get a response. After three calls you text a few close relatives incase they know anything, but no one else seems to know anything either. You're baffled, but you keep looking inside and outside the house. Finally, you end up back in Haillee's bedroom.
Player: You notice that the closet door is cracked open. You walk over to it.
DM: You open the door the rest of the way, calling to your loved ones. A part of you feels silly, although it is overshadowed by feelings of worry. There is no response from inside. The closet is shallow, but the left and right sides extend to scale the sides of the room, making it hard to see into well. You'll need a flashlight.
Player: You use the flashlight on your cell phone to give you a better look into the closet.
DM: You open the closet door the rest of the way.

DM: The sounds have stopped by the time I get here. Now I hear them in the walls.Creepy.This end of the hallway is dark, but I can make out a set of stairs going downward. The stairs spiral down into a formal living area with shiny hard furniture and expensive abstract art. Not nearly as nice as the TV room. An open porthole lets in the sea breeze to lift the blanket of stillness.Straight ahead is the kitchen.
DM: The kitchen has black and white checked floors and shining, stainless steel appliances. Every surface is clean and bright. There's a knife in the middle of the floor.The light slicing off the blade makes me shiver. Is somebody threatening me?The room ahead is darkness.
Player: Go into the next room
DM: The deck chairs were close enough to the doorway that he could hear anybody coming up those tinny stairs in time to hide. Now he reclined on one, turning things over in his mind, shivering against the cold in his body, trying to figure out a course of action.He'd made it up to the Sun Deck without getting caught by the intruder, even with his stupid mistake of grabbing the knife on his way through the kitchen. It had been a momentary flash of bad inspiration which caused him to run over to the butcher block, thinking he might be able to take care of this problem right off the bat.It had flown out of his hand as if it had branded him, making a noisy clang on the granite floor that made him wince with adrenaline. There was no time-he had to get up the vent! He'd run through the living room and disappeared through the hole like a hunted rabbit, getting the screen on just in time to hear a pair of footsteps start down the stairs.Well, at least he knew this person was probably alone.His mind grabbed on to this idea, of being alone, and he cast it back to think about Marisa. Marisa and the whole crew-Steve, Joe, Tina-who would never get to go to another party, or dance late into the night, or eat or drink, or take a test or take a shit again. He'd heard Marisa speaking into the radio; he'd heard her last transmission-then he'd done the unthinkable.He was sorry, but there was nothing he could do about it now.Nothing except take care of the problem with the intruder.
Player: Go on
DM: The room is lit only by the dim evening light coming through two portholes. I feel the wall for a light switch. It flips on. I'm in the master bedroom suite.The king bed in front of me is rumpled. The sounds, the noises, even clean and scrubbed rooms start to make sense.I'm not alone.My eyes are drawn to a picture on the nightstand. No frame, it's just standing there propped up on the lamp. It's a guy and a girl. They look happy, like lovers.I pick it up and turn it over. Steve and Marisa, it says.

Player: You Begin to Think... 2
Player: Agree Reluctantly 2
DM: "...Yeah. I guess.""Well, since you've figured out the obvious, let's move on to the next exhibit! Come on, fellow browns!"If the Jews weren't safe, then who's next? Those whose lineage can't be traced back to Germany? Those who don't speak German?Those who have brown eyes?"One thing is for certain, however. The Third Reich will always be triumphant, no matter what you do. There is no hiding from the domination of the perfect race!"
Player: Follow Reluctantly...2
DM: Shut up you stupid exhibit.Shut up.You will not take me away.I will not be the next minority to be systematically purged.
Player: Say Something 2
DM: "Shut up""What'd you say Alex?"Shut up.""Are...are you feeling okay?""Don't you see Benjamin? They're just going to do the same thing to us as they did to the Jews.""...Alex...don't say things like that...people will take notice...""They're going to kill us too. It's only a matter of time! Haven't you realized this? Haven't any of you realized this?"

DM: You spur your horse down the slope and the lawmen cry in alarm as you vanish from sight. Bounding and slipping your horse takes you down the slope in what seems mere seconds and you are in the safety of the trees. Riding as fast as you dare through the woodland you make it to safety and escape from Tennessee back to Missouri. You later read that Tom Webb was found guilty of armed robbery and sentenced to eight years imprisonment, true to the rest of you he doesn't identify his fellow outlaws. You hide out in Missouri over the winter and spring until in the summer the gang re-gathers again in the little Missouri town of Otterville.
Player: Run out the back door
DM: Opening the back door silently you slip outside, shut the door and run for the safety of some nearby woodland. You escape completely and stealing a horse you set off up to Minnesota after your companions. You manage to catch up with them and breathlessly tell them the story of Hoobs's capture. You all decide to go ahead with your robbery plans anyway and continue on up to Minnesota and begin looking for banks to rob.

Player: Leave the village by the northeast path
Player: Enter the cave
DM: You enter the cave, a dank musty smelling place sporadically lit by openings in the roof. It isn't very long and near the end, sat at a small table, you find Chow Feng, a handsome, smiling, young man who is delighted to see you."I cannot thank you enough for coming to help us with our mystery," he tells you, thoroughly elated. "Gabriel would have been so grateful to know that someone came all the way from England to help. Any way that I can help I will, please ask me anything."
DM: Chow sighs deeply."Gabriel was a great guy and a very good friend of mine and my brother Chen. He was extremely clever: he seemed to spend half his time in the library reading books and the other half writing in notebooks like that journal of his. He wasn't just a bookworm though: he was a big, strong guy as well who played basketball on the school team with me. I just can't believe he killed herself, he was too happy and confident for that and had a great future ahead of him - hhe had big plans for the future. He had everything to live for..."Chow tails off sadly and stares down at the ground.
Player: Ask him how Gabriel might have found out about Tsai's treasure
DM: Chow frowns thoughtfully as he considers the question."I don't know," he says finally. "He was sporty but he wasn't very outdoorsy and he didn't go out of the village very often; when he wasn't at school Gabriel spent most of his time with his family. He loved reading: I thought perhaps he might have read something about it somewhere? I have no idea to be honest. I just know that the reference he wrote to Cheung Chau Cave in his diary the day he died stuck in my mind and years later when I spotted the name, quite by chance, on an old map, I knew it was important. I still believe the location to Tsai's Treasure is hidden somewhere in those notes Gabriel left behind the day he died: he loved writing in code. If you can find the answers in them, they might lead you to the treasure. If you found it this island would owe you a huge debt of gratitude. I've tried myself of course but I can't make head nor tail of them. They seem so straightforward to me but I feel sure there must be something important hidden in there somewhere. After reading about what you did on Blacksea Island it seemed to me that if anyone could solve this island's mysteries you can!" Chow beams at you with bright white teeth.
Player: Ask him if anything else unusual has happened on this island
DM: Chow laughs."When I was growing up as a boy this island was full of ghost stories. There's a burnt-out old ruin near my village that used to be a manor belonging to a family called Smythe, we all believed it was haunted: at night the ghosts of the lady and girl who died in the fire there would laugh, cry and scream about the place. Of course, we all knew about the massacre at Lo So Shing Beach during the War, we used to believe you could hear the sounds of gunfire shots and screams at night there too."Chow is warming to his theme now."There used to be ghost dogs that prowled around this island too howling and never letting anyone get near them. A skeleton was found in the south part of the island years ago, me and all the other village children believed it crawled out of its grave and walked around the island at night. We thought it was the master of the dogs. Finally, there was this hiker called Hall who died in a fall from the cliffs decades ago. We used to believe he still walked on the east side of the island too looking for the missing pieces of his head."Chow shakes his head."My wife still won't stay the night on this island, she's terrified of all my horror stories!"
Player: Ask him how Gabriel might have found out about the pirate treasure
Player: Leave the cave

DM: The ground hits you and you feel an unmeasurable pain, yet, you can't faint.You're already unconscious.You feel an endless agony and resign to your destiny.This is your life now. A never ending dream where pain is all too real.
Player: Please, wake up (click this option if you're into men)
DM: You open your eyes and see a bright white light.A hospital light, you imagine.You can't tell how long it's been. In your dream, it felt like years."You're awake," says a male voice.A nurse.You ask the nurse where you are and he explains to you that you've been in a coma for the last five years. You've been in the hospital, receiving visits from your few friends and sometimes mumbling some words."Where you having bad dreams?" He asks, almost sounding entertained.You respond that he has no idea. You know you felt a lot of distress. Years of psychological torture sure have scarred your mind. You're too afraid to do a reality check so you just go along with it.You won't leave the hospital until you're partially recovered, so you ask the nurse to call your friends and let them know the good news. They all show up with cake and pizza and you ask the nurse if you can eat that."Just a little bit," he says, "you don't want to be puking all around".You have a lovely afternoon with your friends and they all tell you about their last couple of years. You listen to them trying to remember most of the changes. One of them got engaged and the other one broke up with their partner, you're not surprised that some of them are missing. Maybe they'll arrive later.When the day is over, you're too afraid to go back to sleep."That happens all the time," explains the nurse, "you'll be alright. Don't worry".
Player: Trust him and fall asleep
DM: Trusting him, you fall asleep surprisingly easily.You wake up the next day feeling fully rested and there are no traces of having had a bad dream.The nurse greets you good morning and you finally learn his name. It turns out to be a very pretty name.He's been taking care of you since you first arrived at the hospital brought by your closest friend who found you on your PJ's lying on your bathroom floor all covered in blood. He asks you if you remember the accident and you feel really embarrassed to tell. You lie to him and say that you slipped with your own foot, which is not as embarrassing as telling the truth.You held your breath for so long that you fell into a coma.Now that's a good one.You get along fine with the nurse and you find yourself liking him, even falling for him.After days of physical therapy and real food, you ask him out and he says yes. Years later, he says yes to another question and you get married. Fitting back into society after five years of coma was hard, but he helped you with it and you know that he's the most important person in your life. You want to spend the rest of your days and nights with him, especially now that you don't have nightmares anymore.You actually stopped having dreams, it was probably a side effect of being comatose all those years, but you don't care. Your husband is the only dream come true that you need.

Player: Stop Talking
DM: Why...is everyone staring at me? Oh shit.I just messed up."What's wrong?""I knew we shouldn't have brought an außenseiter in here!""He's a Jewish sympathizer!"Shit.
Player: Face Correction...
DM: "Yes...Herr Sptizer...I believe my mind has been poisoned by this exhibit. I agree with your verdict to send me to correction..."If I run here, I will most likely die. If i go to correction....maybe I'll have a chance to survive. Maybe I'll even escape..."Thank you for making this easy Herr Black. Perhaps if you amend your ways, you'll be let out within your lifetime""Yes sir. Thank you sir.""Yes. I would like one armed escort for a Jewish sympathizer. Thank you."
Player: At the Correction Facility
DM: Epilogue 4 You are loaded onto an armed car, surrounded by guards. They knock you out with a swift crack to the back of your head with a baton. You wake some time after. You are flanked by armed men. Hoisted up by two, you are dragged by your arms through a enclosed barbed wire camp. You hear dogs barking in the distance, and shouting in German. You are led up to a small building, with smoke spewing out from above. You then realize that you are being dragged through ash, not mud. As you pray to your God, you realize that this is most likely the end of your life, as it was for the Jewish people 70 years before. (To be continued...maybe)

DM: You hold your breath... any second now... waiting... and waiting... dum de dum... Nothing's happening. Weird.
Player: Sing twinkle, twinkle, little star.
DM: I don't know why you're doing this but sure, why not? TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE... Wait... NO!!! Do something else than this, you're wasting time! Surprisingly enough, you managed to sing it perfectly underwater. Wait...
Player: Sing "Float On".
DM: Wow. You sang it very good. Now, why don't you try to get out... alright? Also, wow! You can sing perfectly underwater!? Isaac Newton would be shocked! (I can't believe I just said that.)
Player: Take a breath.
DM: You take in a deep breath. Wow! You didn't die! You try to swim forward to the open crack and you finally succeed now. Once you come out of the television you start to lose oxygen and your lungs suddenly start to explode with the loss of air. You swim up and you succesfully reached the surface.You look around and find yourself in the middle of the sea. You see a shark's fin heading straight for you! What do you do!?
Player: Say, "Abracadabra! Begone monstrous shark!"
DM: Although it seems as though it doesn't work, it shockingly did. The shark disappeared instantly in a puff of smoke. Magical! Unfortunately there are more sharks coming closer. Is this the end? You can still do something! What shall it be...
Player: Do a ballet swim.
DM: Wow! It distracted the sharks. Suddenly a meteor comes heading straight at you. There isn't anything around you that can help you and the sharks are swimming away.Swimming along with them would risk your life but so is staying here in a meteor's path. What to do...
Player: Go with the sharks.
Player: "MONKEY!!!"
DM: The sharks look at you idly. They want an answer.
Player: Say no.
DM: "You don't!?" The shark exclaims. "After we saved you!?""I mean... wait... no!" You say. The sharks draw nearer and soon, your skeletal remains remain in that cave... FOREVER... for the next victims to see next time they come in.

Player: You check the right.
DM: Nothing's there, just some dust and bugs. You start turning to check the other side, but something digs into your neck before you can complete the movement. You yelp in pain and swing your arms back, trying to elbow whatever it is off of you. It keeps stabbing you, though. You fall to the floor, bleeding. You've dropped your light by now.You can just barely make out the edges of what seems to be a child huddled in the corner on the other side. Above you stands your spouse.
Player: You kick your spouse's knees out from under them, and wrestle the box cutter away.
DM: On the floor of the closet, you manage to get the box cutter out of you spouse's hand and push them out of the closet into the light. A change comes over your spouse's face as the two of you fall into a pile outside. Your spouse seems confused first, and then very troubled. "I..." Your spouse starts tearing up, "I thought you were that thing. It tricked me before..." Your spouse swallows back a sob, "It uses your voice." You don't wait around for any further explanation. Now that you are no longer under attack, you reinter the closet to retrieve your daughter.
Player: You pick up your phone first, and then go to your daughter.
DM: You go back to where you dropped your phone and feel around for it on the ground, but it's not there. Maybe it's a little further in. Squinting, you see a faint glow up ahead. That must be it, so you keep walking toward it. The closet feels longer than it should be, and after a a few yards, you realize the glowing object is just as far away as before. You consider turning around and just getting Haillee out of there. Maybe the phone is less important.
Player: You keep walking toward the glow.
DM: You walk on. It's been hours, and you're still walking. You know that everything about this is wrong. The closet shouldn't be going this far, and for whatever reason, you left your daughter behind in favor of a smartphone. Regardless, you're unable to resist the urge to walk toward the light up ahead. Maybe it will finally answer your questions.It doesn't though. You spend the rest of your life walking toward the light. After your spouse calls police to the house, they discover your body laying just inside the closet with your cell phone about two feet further inside. Your cause of death is ascribed to loss of blood from an artery sliced by the box-cutter. Your spouse is arrested for your murder, but found not guilty by reason of insanity. Your daughter is never found.

Player: You pull her out of the closet.
DM: You hurry back into the closet. As you speak, you try to hold your voice steady and soothing, "Haillee, sweetheart, everything's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." The last sentence becomes a chant as you pick her up. But as you approach the exit you hear a giggle from the small figure in your arms."I'm not Haillee."

Player: Time to fly solo on this one.
DM: You put together an email that describes the project, and its importance. Before you send it out to the teachers, you think about whether or not they'll need incentives to cooperate. Should you offer some money for participation? This would come out of your pocket.
Player: $100 gift card per teacher - that'll be $600 total... ouch.
DM: PERSONAL EXPENSES +$300!You get 3 responses. I guess $100 isn't that meaningful for the teachers compared to their time. You schedule times to travel to the sites to interview the teachers and get them going with the survey tools for their students. Suddenly, you're called into your co-founder's office.
Player: He doesn't look pleased...
DM: MESSINESS +10!MORALE -10!Your boss sits you down and wants to look over the sales performance for the company, which is hemorrhaging cash at a rate of approximately $100k per month. First, he says "hey, what were you working on just now?"
Player: Proudly state "Action Research!"
DM: MESSINESS +50!Your boss seriously questions your priorities, using colorful vocabulary that oughtn't not be shown on this page. It is implied that for the health of the company and your own personal employment, the research needs to be put on hold. What do you do?
Player: Quit the ELP.
DM: MORALE -100!You quit the ELP. No more Action Research for you. You will always regret missing out on the rest of the program and the personal and professional growth it would have meant. Also the delicious weekly snacks.THE END.
Player: We can't go out like that! Let's try again...
DM: Your name is Ben Neely. You're the General Manager of an educational technology startup that produces web-based adaptive software for mathematics. As a member of Cohort 21 in the Educational Leadership Program at UCLA, you are tasked with conducting an Action Research project.Unlike the rest of the cohort, you work for a for-profit business, that doesn't have a single site-- rather, the company's products are used by hundreds of schools across the country.What should you do for your action research project?
Player: Research something related to your company's product, SmartCity.
DM: MORALE +10!You decide to conduct Action Research on your own company's product. You're fired up! This is a great chance to introduce research into a product that deserves it. Now, how to handle your bosses, the co-founders of the company...
Player: Tell them about the project.
DM: MORALE -10!Your co-founders challenge the point of doing an Action Research project. After you ply them for a while, they begrudgingly say "Well, do what you want, but it has to be in your outside-of-work time. This should be your lowest priority."Guess it's time to define the research questions...
Player: Let's figure out what to research, specifically.
DM: As the head of the company division, you could pretty much decide unilaterally what you'd like to research. Is that consistent with the spirit of Action Research? If you seek to involve your colleagues, will they engage in the work?Decide how you'd like to define the study questions:

Player: Clean up.
DM: You sit for a long time in shock. You can't say how long, only that it was hardly enough time to process what you are seeing."Everyone is going to assume you killed them." It's your voice, but you're not sure if you hear it inside or outside your head. It springs you into action though. People will ask questions soon. Family and friends will want to visit and want answers to phone calls and texts. You wash off in the adjacent bathroom as not to track blood throughout the house. You take the longest shower of your life, scrubbing until your skin is raw and aching. Then you gather up cleaning supplies and start the job. You'll have to do away with the bedding entirely as well as the little rug in the bathroom. Unable to look at the bodies anymore, you put them in the bathtub while you continue to sanitize the room. You don't know what to do. You keep cleaning, but you feel like you just keep spreading the blood around more. Eventually you collapse, exhausted and crying. You are found in this spot days later when your friends and family get in with a spare key to throw you a surprise house warming party. There are twenty seven people in attendance.

DM: You and Red drive into Chicago where you spend a few weeks checking out banks in East Chicago for a good target. One morning you are walking down to the garage to get your car where you are startled to see three policemen standing around the car examining it and making notes. As you approach the lawmen turn to face you."Excuse me gentlemen, is this your car?" one asks.Red draws his pistol.
DM: You start running while Red shoots one of the lawmen. The other two dive for cover and both of you sprint out of the garage. Flagging down a passing car you and Red pile in and speed out of town, you don't stop driving until you join the rest of the gang at Daytona Beach.That Christmas and New Year you celebrate with barbecues and presents with your friends, clever Harry, reliable Charles, gregarious Russell, absent-minded Red and of course the charismatic John who is the life and soul of the party. You have had a tumultuous but generally successful year, in papers you read that the Baby Face Nelson Gang, who Homer Van Meter has joined, is likewise prospering.After the New Year most of the gang intend to continue their vacation in Tucson, Arizona while John and Red want to rob one of the banks in East Chicago Red has been checking out. It is agreed that the gang will split up and reunite in a few days, you need to choose which half of the gang you will accompany.
Player: Go with Harry, Charles and Russell to continue your holiday

DM: 

Player: You chase the fleeing creature down.
DM: The strange un-fleshed creature wiggles and screeches under the light. It occurs to you that this might have something to do with the reason it is unable to come out of the closet in the day time. You call to your spouse to get something bright while you pin it to the corner. Your spouse returns with home warming gift candles and a lighter, setting the candles ablaze and filling the closet with them at your instruction. The creature becomes more and more agitated as the closet becomes brighter, until finally it's piercing shrieks become hoarse cries (From what mouth, you cannot say). Your spouse grabs some grilling tongs from a box marked "kitchen" and plucks up the disgusting mass to carry into the fireplace. You find bits of cardboard and sticks to throw in as well. You light the fireplace for the first time in your new home. Honestly, it's pretty memorable. The house seems to be safe now. You keep night lights in every closet just to be sure though.

Player: Shoot the conductor
DM: You raise your pistol and shoot the conductor in the head. As the man falls to the ground Jesse regains control of his pistol and shoots him again in the chest. While the conductor lies on the floor bleeding and gun smoke rises in the carriage another passenger springs to his feet, gun in hand. "Jesse," Frank yells out in warning as he aims his pistol at the man.
Player: Let Frank deal with him
DM: The man staggers as Frank shoots hits him in the chest and dropping his pistol he falls to the ground. "Quickly boys," Frank calls out and the three of you hurry down the passenger carriage, leaving the two dead men behind you. Reaching the Express Carriage you find the safe contains very little money but you throw what little it does contain into a sack before making your escape from the train. Running to where you left your horses you escape cross country and count the money, finding you have made it away with $700, making your share $100.The robbery and it's accompanying double-killing make national news and the reward for, you, Frank or Jesse reaches a record $5,000 each to be brought in dead or alive, making the three of you worth $15,000 altogether. Jesse is completely unperturbed and recruits another gang member, a young friend of Dick Liddil's called Charley Ford. Together the seven of you plan your next train robbery to take place on the fifth anniversary of the disastrous Northfield Bank Robbery.

Player: Run past the demon

DM: Vida shivered.I looked up at her. I was less uncomfortable in the presence of these two now. Although it was still strange to me, and my heart rate had not decreased at all, and I still felt exceptionally faint. So perhaps I was still uncomfortable and the adrenaline had worn away.I must return to my duties, Oberon said."Return to my duties," Vida taunted him. "Can't you see there is at least one human that needs our help? That means Mira has not yet found all the lost souls."She will in time. I trust her power. And as should you, Oberon said."I do," Vida said. She leaned heavily on one foot. "But isn't it my duties to help the humans too?"The last time I found myself in the midst of human souls I lost the only soul that mattered to me, Oberon said.Vida grew silent."What are you talking about?" I asked.Vida turned to me, told me, "We had a little soul thief running about some time ago. And we are still trying to mend the damages. I think your Zita Dacosta might have a lost soul."
Player: Say something truthful
DM: Oberon said, She says, "I was murdered."My heart dropped.Vida rushed to my side, clasped a hand around my shoulder.I let my gaze fall. My eyes began to water.Of course, I thought. I knew that all along.I might have been often trapped within my own head, dancing among words and feelings like the romantic writer I always was. I might have been overwhelmed with grief, and I still was, at your death, Zita.But I knew you wouldn't have killed yourself.At least, not without writing me a letter.I wiped my eyes, looked back up at Oberon, and decided I had to find this soul of yours, avenge you, Zita.Now, I hoped I wouldn't have to murder anyone, but when I thought of you, Zita, I think I could blow the world to bits for you.And you would say, "Cynthia, that's completely proposterous, now come back to bed."I wept again.

DM: "Okay, if we attack now we could dislodge them.""If we all go in, sure.""Remember, if it's too much, pull out.", asserts Harridan"We're moving forward.""Concentrate... here. The enemy weak spot.", says GearheadYou move forward stealthily, then jump out and start sprinting, your heart pounding. You see others doing the same on either side of you, while a few spray beams like crazy to make your enemies keep their heads down.
Player: If you didn't use a smoke grenade a few pages ago
DM: As you run a beam emanates from... Somewhere you can't see. Possibly far away.Shooting past you and into the chest of Outrider."Aaaargh!", he yells as the beam does battle with his armour. Either from wounds or shock, he collapses, toppling forwards onto the short grass and dry, cracked dirt. (Mark Outrider as Wounded on your chart.)"Nearly there, keep it together!", says Harridan.A few more beams come out, most miraculously aimed at someone else. Eventually though, you are hit directly in the chest. You feel the burn as your suit heats uncomfortably. you see a section shatter, and another one... Until it stops and the beam is halted. You have a burn and your suit is damaged (lose 5 health and one of the items you are carrying, which has been melted.)Finally you leap clear of the various boulders and logs, to see what lies beyond...
Player: If you either used an artillery bombardment or sniping to drive the snipers in your sector into hiding
DM: The snipers are nowhere to be seen, probably further back or down the line. Your squad bursts through and you realise that you have retaken your old position. The enemy troopers aren't dumb enough to advance when they could be attacked in the rear, nor are they dumb enough to send vehicles into a certain ambush. Holding this area will slow them down greatly, But... You realise you will be severely outnumbered. You wonder if there are enough healthy squadmates left...
Player: If your squad does not
DM: Soon, your enemies charge, from both sides. Unfortunately, the squad is spread too thin and you are soon overwhelmed. You see smoke grenades being thrown and your squad runs. You turn to follow them, but trip over your own stupid foot and go sprawling on the dirt.You hear a blobgun being cocked and slowly raise your hands...
Player: If you have any Taktat dogtags
DM: "What's this?", you hear one of your captors say, as she removes one of your captured dogtags."Hey, wait a minute! I knew him! You monster!"You hear a blade being drawn."I'm going to enjoy this..."You gasp as you feel the agonising pain of a knife and the horrible sensation of metal sliding through your chest. Fear wells up in your gut.Then the pain suddenly hits a new height and you feel no more...

Player: Aqua Plan
DM: "I choose the Aqua Plan." The Aqua Plan made the most sense to me. If no one patrol's the beach, how can we possibly get caught? "Just what I was thinking. We need items for a boat. Booker doesn't sell lumber. But I do have an axe. I stole it from one of the tenants who's... no longer here. But nevermind that. I can chop a few trees. I'll need you to gather food and find a suitable light source. It'll be pitch black once we hit those waters." Cody quickly glances out the window. "Oh man, I see some people are starting to open their doors. Booker usually does a cabin check. You better run back and fast." I spring up and bolt out the door. ----------------------------------------------- I grab a basket from Booker's store while doing a delivery task. I run into Cody. He gets closer, but he doesn't look at me. "I forgot to mention... We are executing this plan tonight. So anything Booker makes you do today, such as deliveries... Just steal whatever you think will be necessary. Anyway, I'm off to chop more wood. I already have a stack of logs ready for building. Good luck." He walks away into the forest. The package I'm delivering today is a fishing pole.
Player: Collect fruit.
DM: I went into the forest to collect some fruit. The trees were far too tall, and I had no climbing capabilities. My only option was to shake the tree. It was pretty effective. My basket was almost filled with fruits: apples, oranges, and peaches. One more tree and my basket would be all filled up! I shook this tree with all my might and a swarm of bees charged out. There must have been at least 10 nests in that tree! I am extremely allergic to bees. I dropped the fruit and ran for my life. I didn't know where to turn or where to run to. Everything tends to look the same when you're fearing for your life. But of course, life has to hate me, and I trip on a branch. The bees were right behind me. I had no time to get up. I'm sorry Cody, I failed you.

Player: Up the Ladder!
DM: You go up the ladder, and see... Nothing. By now, your bladder is making itself felt, so you decide to go into the other room.
Player: The King's command
DM: The King greets you, then moves on to business. 'We have recieved a messenger from Bal Gravestorm in the Marsh. They are reporting that the Chaos infection has been seen in the very depths of the Marsh. I shall let Wez tell you more about it.' 'Bal Gravestorm sends his greetings, Your Highness. I am Wez, a Marsh dweller. The Chaos wolves have been seen in the furthest reaches of the marsh. They have been sampling the vegetation in the marsh-sometimes with dire effects. We have also found Chaos infected spiders in the marsh.' 'Dire effects? In what way?' 'I, personally, have seen a infected wolf eat from a common Marsh plant, and be dead within seconds. Another wolf can eat from the same plant and be unaffected- it even seems to throw off the Chaos effects for a time.' 'You have seen a Chaos infected wolf improve? That is interesting news-and will be very valuable for my physicians who are researching the Chaos infection. Have you been able to ascertain why the wolves reacted so differently?' 'They have been sampling a variety of plants- it is possible that the interaction of plants with each other affects the Chaos infection in different ways. I have been provided with a list of the vegetation that we have been able to track.' 'Thank you for this invaluable knowledge, we must amass great quantities of the plants to determine their effects against the chaos infection, both on their own and in concert. Hero, I want you to leave for the Marsh in a day. Wez will bring you there.'

DM: You walk over to the window.What you see is horrifying, you see cars lining the streets of downtown, most of which are empty, however there are many that have become a steel casket for the deceased. In the driver's seat of a Toyota Camry lays a bloody old man, probably in his 60's, missing an arm. He is clearly dead.You look to a Volkswagen Beetle, at the remains of a young girl, most likely 16 and a new driver, has her stomach ripped open. She is bent over the steering wheel, probably blaring the horn.You look to a Ford F-150, a blood trail is leading from the driver's seat to about 20 feet away on the sidewalk. There's a group of maybe 4 or 5 of these creatures feasting on...well, you can't make out what it is, most likely a person. You look back to the truck and in the backseat is a car seat...it's empty. There seems to be some bloody remains on the seat. You feel sick and vomit down your pants and shoes. Emotion overwhelms you and again, you are forced to tears.You try to pull yourself together. You are a strong man with a big heart, which unfortunately makes you prone to emotion, but also makes you passionate in your beliefs. You gather yourself and try to make a decision of what to do.You hear a door nearby swing open and you look to see a man rush in into the 2nd floor and immediately slam the door behind him. He's leaning up against it trying to barricade it.You:
Player: Try to help him barricade the door with your body
DM: You sprint to his aid and push your body against the door.You are 6'0 and 215 pounds so you're a big guy. You're also fairly muscular and in decent shape due to your wrestling training.Unfortunately, the man you are helping decides to bail on you and leaves you stranded blocking the door from these creatures on the other side. You're strong but before long, the door is broken off its hinges and you are knocked off balance. As you stumble to your feet, something catches your ankle. You look to see one of those creatures has grabbed you. As you struggle to kick him off of you, his buddies join in and you are overcome. YOU HAVE DIED, PLEASE RESTART OR GO BACK TO THE PREVIOUS PAGE

DM: An old man jumps out at you. Screaming something incoherant. You ask him what's wrong, and to slow down.You find out that he had a hat, that was somewhat important to him, you don't know why. It was stolen by a small character, that was evil, something about not being circular, he said. You looked confused, so he reasoned that he'd tell you when you got it back.
Player: You have denied the Old Man
DM: You have denied the Old Man. He seemed crushed, and dissappeared in a puff of smoke.You wandered around earth with no point in life for the rest of your days. But why did you deny him?
Player: Foiled!
DM: Unfortunatly, you have died in the first chapter. You can start again by clicking reset.By Alex McLean
Player: Reset
DM: You are walking down a muddy road, its an effort to even pull one of your feet off of the ground. You are off to a town called Brimshire. When suddenly, you bring your foot off of the ground, and leave your shoe in the mud!
Player: I'm not going anywhere without that!
DM: You pull your shoe out of the muck, put it on, and keep trudging on! You manage to find the small town of Brimshire to find that it is abandond.
Player: Check the Houses
DM: You check two houses with no success of finding anything what so ever. You think for a mom ent about what you're trying to find. You think of Important looking items, people, or gold; after all, you are poor. Only the king is rich, in this land. You come across a key, it looks old, but you pocket it anyway. What have you got to lose?
Player: Wait, whats that movement?
Player: I accept your Quest, you haggard!
DM: You started on your way. You walked out of the town, and off of the road. It is lush and green outside because of the rain that was here. You were walking beside a babbling brook in a wooded area. You decide to take a water break. You think you hear something.
Player: Is that a rattle in the bushes?
DM: You are approached by a figure, brandishing 2 blades. He had an afro, a rifle, and a very noticable eyepatch. Dispite how historically challenged he seemed to you, he talked to you threateningly, with you trying to hold back a laugh. He asked you what your buissiness there was.

Player: Surely it was nothing. I'll have a quick look.
DM: I wandered to the edge of my driveway and peered across the field. The fog was still thick and stagnant and the night was still quiet save for the crickets. Emboldened by the apparent normalcy of the scene, I turned my attention to the woods at the end of the road. If anything weird was afoot, it would probably be in there. In a moment of brave foolishness I strolled past the neighbor's house and into the woods. The woods were darker than before but I could still make out the silhouettes of the trees. I tried to blink some of the darkness from my eyes and scoffed at my lack of success. Why did I come in here without a flashlight? I had just turned to leave when I heard a deep growl to my right. I froze instinctively. Before I could convince myself to turn and face the creature, it came barreling from between the trees and knocked me on my side. I felt sharp teeth sink into my shoulder but couldn't pull myself out from under it. Its next bite found my neck. I can only assume it tore me limb from limb after that but mercifully I expired soon after my trachea was punctured. What luck.[Bad End]
Player: Oops. Let's try that one again.

DM: Sebastian appreciated the caution of the guardsmen even against lone female but these were dangerous times, bandits lurked in the forests, undead roamed, Essitrea had fallen, Turric warriors were spread across the landscape, and fae prowled enchanting the unwary. No village was safe, even those with a monstrous magical giant making trinkets for the folk.However, Sebastian was not the type to be denied entry. Her stubbornness was infamous as was her craftiness and she planned ot utilize them both tonight. She rode off and set up a campfire a few hundred feet into the forest. She then waited for two hours and snuck back to the pickets on the opposite side of the gates. She crept slowly and cautiously and inspected the fence for gaps and weaknesses. To the trained eye the vulnerabilities were embarrassing.She hoisted herself up and over the fence and slipped into the town with little problem. Her athletic frame easily matched the struggle of such efforts. Now she had two choices:
Player: Head towards the Inn and get a Room
DM: It was Two Stone in the morning and the inn looked closed, the hamlet, aside from it's guardians were all asleep, lights out. Sebastian crossed shadow to shadow until she had inspected the outlines of the inn itself. It had only one entrance on the floor level. It had a cellar entrance, probbly for loading foodstuffs, and it had four windows, one on each side of the inn. Each probably to a room. They were all dark. She saw a few barrels and boxes she could easily climb to get to the north side window away from the gate. It'd be her best bet if she wanted to sneak into a room, assuming it was unoccupied.
Player: Try the Cellar
DM: Sebastian makes for the cellar. It is locked but Sebastian was good with locks and the quality if this one was questionable. Out with the lockpicks and in mere seconds she had the cellar door open. She entered. Going down the stairs, she realized that she was right on target, the cellar was full of foodstuffs and wines. She pulled a torch and lit it. Going through the bottles, she found a good brand in between the normal swill served to the townsfolk.A bottle of Campre Du Lot 320. Worth about 20 silvers on the market.
Player: Take the bottle
DM: Sebastian liked to think she was a good person, reasonably moral but the bottle called to her into her pouch it went. She then looked for a place to sleep if she got up early enough she'd be gone before anyone noticed.
Player: A Disturbance
DM: Sebastian woke up to the sound of boots clomping down the stairs. It must have been the innkeeper. Shit! Sebastian wanted to run for the steps but it was too late. She hid behind the barrels.The innkeeper walked down and pulled a hunk of pork, several dozen eggs, a jug of milk, and two loaves of bread. He then set them on a table and began chopping them up.Glancing upwards, the innkeeper noticed something odd, one of his bottles was missing! He walked over to investigate.It as gone! Calling upstairs he began shouting, "Ma! The good wine is missin'! Did ye' put it somewhere?"Dammit... Sebastian was in trouble now. More feet came clomping downstairs and an old lady said ,"What?""The Wine, the good wine, it's missin'!""I didn't drink it!""We're going to be flayed alive if the Lord's wine is gone! Dammit Ma!"She looked nervous as well, "We have to find it!"It doesn't take long before the cellar is crawling with the innkeeper, his wife, and his two servants. Then they find Sebastian. And the wine."She's a Thief!"Sebastian is forced to surrender, murdering innocent townsfolk is just not something she is going to do. The embarrasment is only multiplied when she is firmly exiled from the town and told to never come back. Banned from returning, Dame Sebastian leaves the town in failure.

Player: Stay on the First Floor and explore
DM: You take a look at the swimming pool and lounge around while sipping up free fresh milk. Ahh... This seems like such an amazing place to stay in. You stop lounging and get up.
Player: Back to the Lobby

DM: I washed my face and was ready into a black trouser and brown jacket. I picked up the gun and changed the margin of it before moving out. The streets were all empty as before and merely I could see anyone walking. I walked about a mile in the cold atmosphere before getting taxi.The taxi driver asked, 'where should I take you?'. Without wasting a second I said, 'to the Munich, at the Craig's bar'.I was sitting behind the driver and was seeing the people laughing and walking with happiness; all together. I just felt bad on myself and was trying to be as cold as possible, so that I don't hurt anymore. Within about an hour, taxi-driver leaved me in the front of Craig's bar; who is best friend of mine. I waited few seconds outside, then slightly walked in with giving a little push to the door.Inside the bar everything was seeming okay; at least yet. At the next glimpse I saw Craig Sinclair standing beside the desk, which was about five metres away from me.'Hello! Craig'. I said.'Oh! Welcome big boy; Smith'. He said.He asked me to sit and I thanks for that. I told him that I was in a hurry and needed few important answers from you. He smiled and said, 'You're always welcome for that Smith.'I have heard about ten persons who might have killed my family but only five names I could remember. So, you tell me first about...mmm.
Player: Tell about Keith Parker
DM: Keith Parker is an assitant who works under another guy (I don't know the name). Their business is to transport drugs and weapons to other countries with the help of their private ships and boats. And I guess they might have some contribution in the killing plan of your entire family. Their business is spreaded all over the Munich and is hard to say their exact location but you can find them if you search whole Munich.
Player: Tell about Joseph Goodman
DM: Meh! I guess, I merely something about him, Craig said. Try to think Craig, who is this guy, I said.He waited for about two minutes then said, 'I could remember that, he is a young big boy like you and loves to eat too much.' I have not expected this type of answer from you Craig, I said.I've already told you that I don't know much about him, Craig sad aggressively.>Alright, alright then, I'm not going to bug you about this anymore, I said normally.
Player: Tell about Matt Eastwood
DM: Matt Eastwood is an assassin like you are, who works under family guy Marcus De Lange. He lives his life in one of the flats; located in south of Munich and hardly comes out of it. I'm about ninety percent sure that he is one of the main person to kill your family as in the town in which you lives is under him only and he knows to run the business absolutely very well. But I recommened you be careful if you ever decide of killing Matt or Marcus; both have numerous bodyguards.
Player: Tell about Chester Slater
DM: Chester is infamous for his business of killing. He only needs money and he believes money is life. The government of USA is next to him from about years but they also don't know where he lives or where his business go on. He was previously seen in 2004, in San Francisco, in the restaurant with another businessman, whose business is to transport the animal products to different countries but his business is also illegal and hidden in some depth. You will find most difficut to kill them rather than to find their location.

DM: Jesus Xing, a tired man with deep lines under his eyes, looks at you as you think what to ask him.
Player: Leave the village by the southwest path
DM: You follow a path through jungle so thick the sensation is like being squeezed through a hot, long green tube. After about five minutes you arrive at a junction: wide and well used paths snake off to the northeast and southwest while a narrow little path leads away upwards to the northwest, all twisting and turning so much it is impossible to see where each one leads.
Player: Go southwest
DM: Following the twisting path for five minutes you suddenly emerge on a beautiful beach with golden sands stretching from the tree line to the pure blue water. Near the edge of the beach, where the sands meet the sea, the beach turns rocky and a solitary bench stands near the shore. A signpost nearby identifies the beach as Lo So Shing Beach. This is it: this is where Gabriel Xing died. Two ideas occur to you: to check the bench near where he died and to check the undergrowth to ensure there really is no other path off the beach.
Player: Investigate the undergrowth around the beach
DM: Apart from the path you came down thick impassible jungle rings the beach. From the edge of the sea, you travel in a vast semi-circle along the tree line and back to the sea but can find no opening that anyone could have taken off the beach: you do find one interesting thing though. On one big tree deep in the shade someone has carved a huge heart and the words "A Loves B". It is the only carving of its type you see and your investigation confirms what the papers say: the path you used is the only way on or off the beach.
Player: Go back the way that you came
Player: Go into the Feng Family Home
DM: You stroll up towards the Feng House and call out to the man working on his bike. Putting down a spanner he strolls over and shakes your hand. He introduces himself as Chen Feng and mentions his brother said he'd invited you to the island. He's a few years younger than his brother but otherwise looks surprisingly similar. He says he'd be happy to help you in any way he can.
Player: Go back to the village
Player: Back north

Player: Investigate St Matthew's Church
DM: You walk up to St Matthew's Church. It is a small building made of grey stone and seems to be closed. A plaque next to the door reads "The foundation stone of this building was laid on 21 January 1931 by the Right Honorable Samuel Sidney-Smythe, former MP for the Borough of Camberwell, whose generous works on the island are widely remembered and whose body lies interred in the adjacent cemetery following his untimely death."Walking around the Church to the cemetery you do indeed find Smythe's grave, easily noticeable as a giant marble cross that dwarves the others in the cemetery. His daughter Rosemary Sidney-Smythe's grave lies next to his while, with some searching, you also find the grave of Gabriel Xing, the boy whose death you have been sent to the Island of Han to investigate.
Player: Leave the cemetery and return to the village
Player: What is this place?
DM: "This used to be the campsite for a company of Japanese soldiers stationed on this island," the old man tells you. "They built their barracks here. After the War was over the islanders held them prisoner in their buildings. The officers were hung from that oak tree and buried in those unmarked graves over there. The rest of the soldiers were held for six months and then sent back to Japan and the villagers tore down their barracks so no trace of them would remain."The old man falls silent.
Player: Do you know what happened here during the war?
DM: The old man looks away from you and stares out across the sea below you."The Japanese garrison here was working on a project, explosive speedboats to use as kamikaze vessels on Allied shipping. Some of the villagers set off the explosives one night and destroyed them. They ran and hid in caves in the southeast part of the island. The soldiers here were furious: they rounded up all the men they could find on the island, herded them onto a beach near Lo So Shing Village and... and..."The old man falls silent for a few moments, then suddenly drops his walking stick, raises his hands to his face and cries into his fingers. You stand by awkwardly for a few minutes until he composes himself, lowers his hands and slowly bends down and picks up his stick."I'm sorry," he tells you with feeling. "I'm sorry for everything."

DM: You once heard your father say that there are two things that'll make a girl fall for you. The first: If you you fight honorably. The second: If you can play an instrument. Your answer was simple when you remembered that."Yes."A smile crosses Leonidas' face. "Alright then. We can begin immediately."Throughout the rest of your lesson he teaches you the basic concept and notes of the lyre. Before too long, however, Leonidas decides that you better move onto something else. "What do you want to study next?"
Player: "By studying the world around him."
DM: Leonidas shakes his head. "Sorry Alexander, wrong answer. Guess again."
Player: Guess Again

Player: Draw a little heart on christmas goblin's forehead as a sign of respect
DM: The christmas goblin nods at you and ducks away back under the snow. The ground rumbles. A big mechanical trap door creates a rift in the snow in front of you and slowly opens. Inside the door are stairs that descend into a large metal corridor.
Player: Go down the stairs
Player: Step on the christmas goblin
DM: "Ouch", says the christmas goblin. The christmas goblin ducks away back under the snow. The ground rumbles. A big mechanical trap door creates a rift in the snow in front of you and slowly opens. Inside the door are stairs that descend into a large metal corridor.

DM: You hear a near-deafening crash. Your ears are ringing now.The top of the elevator opens up. You see a crowd of people looming over you and talking, but you can't make out what they're saying because of the ringing.You're not quite sure what to do.
Player: Yell-ask them what the heek is going on
DM: "HEY!" You yell. You can't really tell if they noticed you since they were all looking at you anyways. "What the heek is going on?!"That seems to get their attention, and they stare at you for a while. One of them, a black, bulky looking male with a buzz cut, jumps down a short distance from the ledge they're all standing on."Hey, I'm Alby. I know you're confused, we all were. Let me explain what's going on here."You nod. He grabs the flat ground above the elevator-box and pulls himself up. You follow his example, and soon find your feet on grass.
Player: So what's going on here?
DM: "So, this is the 'Glade'," says Alby. "We call it that because it's grassy.""Uh huh," you say, extremely impressed by his reasoning skills."Everyone here has their own little roles. There are lumberjacks, metalsmiths, there are construction workers, and there are cooks, and...there are the Runners, as we like to call them." He doesn't give any more explanation than that. He looks at you, expecting you to ask him what the Runners do."...What do the Runners do?" you ask him."They run..." he trails off.
Player: Assault him
DM: You throw a punch at his head, but he grabs your hand. You can't wiggle out of his grip. You try to knee him in the balls, but he grabs your knee too. You can't move. But you still have one more option!You launch your head at his chest, but he catches your head in his mouth.He lets you go, feeling you won't try the same thing again.You wipe his saliva off of your hair."Yeah, people usually try to attack me at this part," he says. "Anyway, as I was saying..."
Player: "...'
DM: "The Runners are how we get food. Over there, is the maize." He points at a field of corn crops."Every day, the Runners run into the field and look for the ripe maize to harvest. They bring it back here for us to, you know...eat. To be a Runner, you need to be a fast runner,"-you roll your eyes-"have strong arms, and be able to quickly identify ripe maize." "And the Runners, they have to come back before sundown. Because after dark, that's when the Farmers come out. They come out to water the maize and plant more. And if they see someone with their maize, they'll kill them. Don't ask me how, no one's ever witnessed it and lived to tell the tale.""So, anyway, you look pretty scrawny to be a lumberjack or a smith or do any kind of manual labor, really. I'm going to assign you to the role of...cook's assistant. Alright?"
Player: "Sure."
DM: The next day, you wait in the "kitchen" area, a tent with a few long tables in front of it.First thing in the morning, you visited Alby, who was lying in one of the unused medical beds, despite the fact that everyone else uses a hammock like a normal citizen. He told you that he didn't really know what typically went down in the kitchen, and to just ask the cooks what you should do."Who knows, maybe if you show enough competency you'll even be promoted from assistance," he had said.A voice breaks you out of your thoughts. "Hi Thomas," says a black, bulky-looking male with a...a...."Mom!" you yell, even though she's right next to you."What is it?" she asks you, kneeling down to get on eye level with you. You get distracted by her sparkly fake-gold necklace and start to play with it. She gently takes your hand away, but you're still staring at the necklace."Thomas? Hello, Thomas! Earth to Thomas!" she says, shaking your shoulders. You finally look back up at her. "What's wrong?"You remember why you were calling for her, and point at a black, bulky-looking male. "What do you call that guy's hairstyle?"She looks at the guy, who looks back at the two of you. "I think that's called an afro taper fade haircut. Am I right?" she asks the guy, who shrugs."Well, I don't know what it's called either," he says."But what's an afro tape phade?" you ask."Here," says your mother, giving you her phone. "Google it and you can see some pictures.""Thomas?" says the cook. "Hello, Thomas! Earth to Thomas!"
Player: "How do you know my name?"
DM: "It says 'Thomas' on your shirt," he says, pointing at the bottom hemline. You look down, and sure enough, "Thomas" is written in black marker, as if someone wanted to ensure it wouldn't get stolen or lost in a pile of other clothes.You don't remember writing that, but maybe you did. Or maybe your parents did."By the way, my name's Frypan. People call me Fry. Nice to meet you.""Wait, your name is Frypan? And you're a cook?" "Yeah.""Huh."..."So what are you here for?" You tell him what Alby told you. He looks confused."Oh, uhh...we've never had anything like a cook's assistant. I guess you can just watch us for now, and if we need help with anything simple we'll let you know. Yeah," he says, nodding as if to reassure himself. "Just watch and learn. And just try to stay out of our way."...After that, you proceeded to spend the rest of the day watching the cooks wash the maize and pick every little piece off the cob."Why do you bother with that?" you had asked."Because it's easier to give everyone an equal ration that way," replied a cook you didn't bother to learn the name of. "And by the way, don't talk to us while we're counting the kernels. I just lost count. I was at 40-something. Just stay out of the way."

DM: You interview at tons and tons of big corporations in Boston until finally you land a job! You are a small part of a big investment banking firm, but there are many opportunities to work your way up to the top. You proceed by...
Player: Working hard and consistent late nights, in hopes of achieving your first promotion
DM: Your colleague, Brian McMahon, has also been staying late at work. You are both gunning for the same promotion. You joke about your "competition," until you realize, that you haven't touched your stack of papers all night long. The first kiss is magical.
Player: Marriage
DM: Big day. White dress. Time for decisions.
Player: Continue working for a few years
DM: You get pregnant unexpectedly after a year and a half. In that time, you were promoted. Your salary is finally the same as your husband's, who has a lower position than you. #gender You worked tirelessly for so long since you graduated Hamilton. What are you going to do?
Player: Continue working and get child care
DM: Good morning! You had more babies. Wise words from a working mom, Angela Hunt: "Work provides me with more than just money. It gives me freedom and meaning. It's a way of contributing to society and a way to leave some mark, even if it lasts only for a moment. Do I wish I could stay at home sometimes with my little girl? Am I jealous of the caregivers who get to spend all that time with her during the day? Absolutely." You work five days a week, 9 to 5, you spend all night getting your kids fed and ready for bed. You hardly see your husband, but between the two of you, you've saved enough money to get a vacation home in New Hampshire for the weekends. It seems like your kids never want to go. They'd rather stay home with the nanny on the weekends too.
Player: Talk to your boss about maybe working only four days a week
DM: You talk to your boss about balancing your work and home life. He is shockingly understanding. He has two kids of his own! You decide to take off Wednesdays, so you can be with the kids on the half days. Even though the kids often go to playdates, it's nice to have some time to breathe away from work. You still feel connected to your job and progressing your career, but this balance gives you more time for your kids and husband.
Player: TRY AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
DM: Hello there! You were born on September 18th, 1965 to Ian and Julie Smithsonian. You graduated from Clifford Elementary school where your favorite teacher was Ms. Taylor. She was the nicest. You made it to middle school! Let the braces and acne begin. Your first boyfriend is Bennett Hamdy. You dump him after three weeks. Your best friends are Lauren and Amani. They keep you grounded. In high school, you transition. Your awkward phase is gone, and you sit at the cool table with Torie and Olivia. You start dating Alex Wardwell, captain of the basketball team. You break up with him when you hear Michael hired a skywriter to ask you to Prom. College decisions come out! Congratulations, you are going to Hamilton! You decide to stay with Michael for college. Bennett got into Harvard though, so you regret ending that relationship. In college, you room with Christie, Zahra, and Julia in a quad. You girls have the time of your life. Toward the end of sophomore year, you have to pick your major! You choose...
Player: English major with a minor in childhood development
DM: Congratulations! You have graduated! Your senior thesis on The Color Purple was outstanding. Professor McCarthy gave you an A+. Professor Canning thought it could use some work. You and your girls promise to be friends forever. You made so many memories. Now onto the real world...
Player: I want to go husband hunting!
DM: You get a job answering phones to catch your boss's eye. He thinks your figure is cute and you move gracefully when you enter the workplace. He also likes your sense of style and has plenty of money to provide for your extravagant lifestyle. You...
Player: Wait it out. Maybe you should've gone for career first anyway...

Player: Join him in shooting the other driver
DM: You join Jimmy in jumping out and together you both shoot the man in the chest, he falls to the ground. A woman screams, jumps out of the car and runs to his side."You've killed him," she wails."Keep your damned mouth shut or I'll let you have it too," Jimmy snarls at her. You both jump back inside your car and speed off back to the hideout. The next day you prepare to set off with the gang to rob the Sioux Falls Bank.

DM: Sebastian brings out the Seal of Essetria and says, "Lord's business, please let me pass." The gate guards bow and open the gate. "I apologize milady. You may pass."
Player: The West End Road
DM: The West End Road was a well-traveled road but at this early hour most folks were either asleep in the town, inns that dotted the road, or if unfortunate, sleeping on the roadside. Sebastian rode past them her eyes alert, her swords sheathed and her charger moving at an even clip.Several hours later, she pulled over at an inn called the 'Dreaming Dog' and tossed the stableboy a three coppers to put up Arbalest, get him feed and wash the dust off.She then entered the inn. It was breakfast now and several groups of travelers were huddled over their meals at one of the few tables in the small establishment. Looking around, Sebastian chose between two places to sit:
Player: Sit in the Corner

DM: Chen frowns slightly."Gabriel? I didn't really know him to be honest, he and Chow were a few years above me in school. I remember he usually walked round with a book in his hand and played basketball with my brother, he had a bit of a thing for my brother and was always following him around. It was a shock to us all when we heard he had killed himself, he always seemed so happy. My brother took a long time to get over it, they had been good friends. I felt sorry for his parents too, they're nice people. I'm sorry, I can't help you very much. I didn't really know him at all really."Chen shrugs apologetically.
DM: Chen thinks for a moment."I remember that day well," he says slowly. "It was after school. I was at home with my parents doing homework. My brother was at the school still, working on his running on the running track in the playground - he often stayed there after school to practice his running. He was so fast in those days we all used to nickname him Bullet! He came home a short time before Jesus Xing, Gabriel's father, come running into the village shouting that his son was dead at the beach.My parents made me and my brother stay at home but my dad and most of the men of the village went to the beach with Mr Xing. Our mother also made us stay at home while they brought Gabriel's body back. It was very upsetting for us both but especially for Chow, he was in his class after all and knew him better than the rest of us. The funeral was also a very sad occasion. Mrs Xing cried all through it."Chen sighs and shakes his head sadly.
Player: Ask him about how his brother found the pirate cave
DM: Chen chuckles."Well, that's Chow for you, my brother's always been smart. We used to say I got the looks and he got the brains. He was classmates with Gabriel Xing and was always a bit fascinated by those diary entries he left on the beach the day he died, everyone knew about them. I guess they just stuck in his head and when he was doing some other research, he saw that cave name he wrote on an old map and it just brought the memory back. He recruited me and a few of our friends and we scoured the area for weeks until we found the cave. I think it was a lucky break though, if my brother can find all that pirate treasure then I'll be really impressed!"Chen laughs again and shakes his head fondly as he thinks about his older brother.

DM: You don't need help to take down this person. They're not even a pickpocket like the one on the bus. They ran to a dead end, how stupid could they be?You decide to take the matter in your own hands and step towards the robber. The alley is too dark to see if it's a man or a woman, but you don't care; you can kick their ass either way.The person suddenly dashes in your direction. It's too fast to see what's going on, but the next thing you know is that you're knocked over and you fall butt first on the ground.The robber flees.
Player: Resume the chase
DM: This reminds you of a song, but never mind that.You're not done and you decide to keep running. You follow the person to a bar and look for them inside, but they're nowhere to be found. You want to order something, but you have no wallet.You keep searching for the person and eventually give up, they're long gone by now.
Player: And then (click this option if you're into women)
DM: Leaning against the bar, the bartender touches your shoulder and hands you a drink. You explain that you have no money to pay for that and she chuckles."That cute girl over there sent it," she says, nodding to her left (your right). You follow with your sight and see a beautiful lady waving at you. You return your eyes to the bartender and realize that she's quite pretty aswell.You haven't had any luck with strangers today, but you could some alcohol in your system.The bartender places the drink on the counter and leaves, it's a busy night.
Player: Don't take the drink
DM: Having been robbed twice in one day, you don't feel confident enough to accept a drink from a stranger. You smile back at the girl and raise your glass towards her, but you don't drink it. You put your lips and pretend to have a sip before putting the glass back down.The bartender seemed to notice and raised a brow along with a curious smile.The mysterious drink-sending girl keeps eyeing you and you know you can only pretend to drink a couple of times before she realizes that you're not really enjoying the beverage. You ask the bartender to come over and so she does.You want to know about the girl but and the bartender says that she doesn't remember seeing that girl before.That's enough of a warning for you.
DM: This isn't your ambience, you want to go home and lick your wounds.You say goodbye to the bartender and leave the drink on the counter. Now you know you can never return to that bar.Walking home, you still haven't called a locksmith. You suddenly remember the spare your parents made you do and hide in case something like this happened.Feeling a little better, you rush home and find your spare key hidden amongst some plants. You enter your house and wonder if you could have trusted that girl and her drink.You don't give it a lot of thought and decide to go to sleep.You know you'll dream weirdly but you hope that you don't.

DM: You try the handle of the door. It's unlocked. You cautiously open the door and peer into the gloom, but your eyes can't make out any details. snapping your fingers, you create a small ball of fire on your palm to help illuminate the darkness. The first thing you see is a rat... drinking from a bottle of... Yulgar's Strawberry Smoothie! You are stunned. You make the flame on your palm bigger, and see hundreds of rats drinking! They notice you, and bare their fangs. Then the nearest rat to you pounce towards you. You have to react quickly.
Player: Draw a weapon and attack it while it's in the air!
Player: Smoke them out
DM: You decide to smoke them out, but it doesn't seem to be effective, as no rats come to the door.. You wait a while, but still no rats. You decide to revise your plan to exterminate the pesky creatures.

DM: You dial the number and let the cops know that there's a robber in bus so-and-so. Maybe they'll catch them.You decide to move on with your day, since there's nothing else you can do.By the end of the time, you have to walk back home because you have no money for the public transportation. You remember that you need to call a locksmith and take out your cellphone.The strangest thing happens.A person rushes by and takes the phone right off your hands. You are startled and too shocked to move, but then you run after the robber.You can't afford to lose your phone right now. Not when you don't have your keys or wallet.You chase the person and yell, expecting someone to notice and call the cops or stop the robber, but no one does anything.You curse people as you reach an dead end alley, the robber is there.
Player: Follow into the alley
Player: Go home, frustrated
DM: You had to sneak through your window to get back in the house, you think to yourself that you should start locking your windows before going out.Finding your keys, you throw them at the wall. This whole mess is their fault.A few minutes later there's a knock on the door and you go open it."Good evening," says a police officer, "we heard that someone snuck into this house".You explain to the officer that it was you and begin to tell him the whole story of how you forgot your keys, lost your wallet, got robbed and then knocked down by said criminal."You're lucky, then," says the officer, "we managed to catch the pickpocket and your wallet's back at the precinct. You can come pick it up in the morning, if you want to".You thank the officer and wish him a good night as he apologizes for the trouble and leaves. But it was no trouble at all. You're still kinda angry at yourself for having lost your cellphone, but you had no important pictures in it and you keep all your contacts in an old agenda everyone said was useless.
Player: Get some rest and pick up your wallet in the morning
DM: You're you, but you're not really you because you're looking at yourself.Not like in a mirror or anything, you're literally looking at your own body stepping down of the bus.You look at the sky and notice it is purple.You watch as they/you call the police on their/your cellphone. You know they/you are gonna lose that phone by the end of the day, so you have to follow them/yourself.But first there's something you need to do.You run towards the bus and manage to catch up to it, you have no wallet so you tell the driver that you'll pay him shortly.You find an old lady and a young person sitting together. Oddly enough, the person next to the old lady has a blurred face, so you can't tell if their a man or a woman.You know the cops are going to be here soon, so you go to the back of the bus and wait.When the bus stops, the blurred person stands up and puts a wallet in their pocket. You know that's your stolen wallet. It m (you know this despite not being able to see their face). You smile as a police officer gets on the bus and you call him to the back. The pickpocket pushes you aside and tries to get off the bus, but trips and falls to the ground.The officer arrests them and thanks you for your help.You have to get your wallet back in the morning when you wake up.
Player: Keep dreaming
DM: You can't let them/yourself lose their/your cellphone.Not this time.You rush to the alley where you know the robber will end up cornered and wait. But you can't wait there, you must wait somewhere else.You step out of the alley just in time to see the person rushing to the dead end. You cross the street and see them/yourself stepping into the alley.You wait a couple of seconds and the robber runs out, only this time you're ready to follow.You chase the person to a bar, where they go get a table and seem to be waiting for someone.Maybe a buyer.You somehow know they're going to sell your phone and you decide to take the matter in your own hands. Stepping towards the table, you realize this person also has a blurred face.You don't care.You punch it.They drop the cellphone and you manage to catch it right before it hits the ground."They are going to kill me," speaks the robber, sounds a lot like you.You get out of the bar and hear a gunshot behind you.They killed the person.You rush back home and knock on your other self's door. You know they/you are awake watching the news. You place the cellphone down on the ground and flee. Later that night, you return home while your other self is asleep, then you steal the dream journal and throw it into a river. When you wake up, you you try to write in your dream journal, but you forget your dream before even picking up the pencil.You stopped having weird dreams that night and you threw away the journal.

DM: You shoot the cashier in the chest and he staggers back, blood spreading across his shirt front. Jesse and Cole shoot him as well and the cashier falls dead to the ground. Instantly the four customers spring to their feet and start running for the door. "Stop them," Jesse yells.
Player: Fire a shot at them to try to stop them running
DM: You fire a shot that hits one of the men in the hand. He yells in pain but a moment later the four customers have scrambled out the door leaving the three of you alone in the bank with the dead teller on the floor behind the counter. "Quickly, grab the money" you tell the others and moving fast you snatch up all the money you can find on the counter. In less than a minute you are back outside to find Frank, Clell and John firing their pistols into the air as you, Jesse and Cole scramble back onto your horses. A man runs out onto the street and fires a pistol at you, Jesse fires back. Both miss but Jesse's shot prompts the man to take cover and the six of you are able to spur your horses out of town and escape.Riding hard you do not stop until you are a long way from Columbia. When you pause to count the money you find you have escaped with less than $1,000, which makes your share $200. Frank is especially unhappy."We're killing too many bank tellers Jesse," he tells his brother. "This will bring the law down on us.""Maybe we should lay off banks for a while," Jesse says thoughtfully and grins. "I have a mind to rob a ticket office at the Kansas City Exposition."After a quick discussion Cole and John both offer to join Jesse but Frank and Clell decide it is better to lay low - Frank is going back to the James Farm while Clell is going back to his own family's farm. You consider what is best to do.
Player: Join Clell at the Miller Farm
DM: You and Clell hide out at the Miller Farm for a few months until one evening there is a knock on the door. Clell goes to answer it and you hear a voice declare "Clell Miller, you are under arrest." You are sitting in the kitchen and springing to your feet you raise to the back door. As you do you hear a voice yell halt and glancing back you see a Deputy Sheriff standing in the kitchen doorway pointing a pistol at you. You have to decide whether or not to surrender or keep running.
Player: Keep running
DM: Taking a risk you dart out the door, promptly turn right and spring around the side of Clell's farmhouse. The Deputy tries to pursue you but you lose him in the dark and escape through the tangle of trees that surrounds Clell's home. Making it to safety you read more good news in the papers: after being arrested and charged with the Columbia robbery Clell was released when witnesses failed to identify him as one of the robbers. Pleased at your success you and the rest of the gang reunite the following spring.

DM: Your shot hits one of the boys in the back, pitching him face-first down to the street with a cry. The other boy takes shelter in a doorway so turning your horse away you and your companions ride out of town. Using routes well-known to you all you ride your horses across the countryside for several hours, completely eluding any pursuit that might have been sent after you. Reaching a safe place you stop to count to your money and to your amazement you find that Frank and Cole have managed to steal $60,000, your share alone comes to $8,500.Little Archie is pleased but instinctively cautious. "There will be a big noise about this so it is best if we split up for a time," he declares. There is some discussion and then you all make your decisions: Little Archie is going to check into a hotel in the town of Lexington, Missouri and lie low for a while. Frank, John and Cole all decide to hide out at Cole's family farm near the town of Independence while George and Ol are going back to their own Farm near the town of St Joseph. All your companions invite you to go with them and you need to choose who to hide out with.
Player: Go with George and Ol to St Joseph
DM: You join George and Ol Shepherd in seeking shelter on their Farm where you live quietly for a time. One winter's day you buy a newspaper in town and are shocked to read that Little Archie has been shot and killed by soldiers sent to arrest him in Lexington. Returning to the Farm you tell the Shepherd boys the bad news, they are similarly stunned. You continue to lie low for a whole year until in the spring of 1868 the Gang re-convenes for another meeting.

DM: Unwilling to shoot an unarmed boy in the back you lower your weapon. Little Archie has no such compunctions, taking careful aim he fires a second shot which hits the boy, pitching him face-first to the ground with a cry. Archie glares at you coldly before you both turn your horses and follow your companions out of town. Using routes well-known to you all you ride your horses across the countryside for several hours, completely eluding any pursuit that might have been sent after you. Reaching a safe place you stop to count to your money and to your amazement you find that Frank and Cole have managed to steal $60,000, your share alone comes to $8,500.Little Archie is pleased but instinctively cautious. "There will be a big noise about this so it is best if we split up for a time," he declares. There is some discussion and then you all make your decisions: Little Archie is going to check into a hotel in the town of Lexington, Missouri and lie low for a while. Frank, John and Cole all decide to hide out at Cole's family farm near the town of Independence while George and Ol are going back to their own Farm near the town of St Joseph. All your companions invite you to go with them and you need to choose who to hide out with.

DM: You and Little Archie travel to Lexington where you rent rooms in a hotel and lie low for the rest of the year, spending your stolen money in bars, restaurants and with sporting ladies. One winter's night in December however Little Archie's notoriety leads to an arrest attempt. You and Archie are sitting in a saloon having a quiet drink when three blue-uniformed soldiers armed with rifles approach your table. "Gentlemen, you are both under arrest," one of the soldiers declares.You and Archie glance at each other and then Archie springs to his feet, pulling a pistol from his pocket as he does so, and starts firing. The soldiers scatter, one firing back and hitting Archie in the side. You are on your feet, pistol in hand and follow Archie as he dashes across the room, hand clasped to his bleeding side, and the pair of you use the pandemonium of fleeing bar customers to escape out a side door into an alley. Several horses are tied up nearby and untying two you mount up. Archie turns and spurs his horse down the alley towards the main street while in the other direction you can see the alley opens up into a side street. You have a choice of directions.
Player: Set off by yourself up the alley towards the side street

Player: No way! She's the King's WIFE!
DM: You gently disentangle yourself from the lovely Antea's embrace."Majesty," you say, "you've had too much wine. While you are lovely, I could not be so heartless as to take advantage of you in this state. You and your husband have shown such gracious hospitality, it would be shameful to dishonor it so."You escort the Queen to her chambers, plant a chaste kiss upon her hand, and retire to your own rooms for the night, to dream of adventure and the admiration of beautiful women.

Player: Go with John, George and Ol to the Shepherd Farm
DM: The four of you arrive at the Shepherd Farm where you hide out for a time until, less than two weeks after the Russellville Robbery John returns to the Farm with a bombshell: all four of you have been identified as participants in the Russellville Robbery and warrants have been issued for your arrests."We need to split up again," John declares. "I'm going back to my farm, you stay here Ol. George, you go and hide out at the Miller Farm. Who do you want to go with Bill?"You consider who would be best to hide out with and where you consider safest.
Player: Stay with Ol at the Shepherd Farm
DM: You stay with Ol hiding out at the Shepherd Ranch while the other two clear out and for three days all is peaceful. One morning you hear a knock on the front door and you hear Ol go and open it. "Hello Ol," a voice says. "I am Detective Bligh, this is Detective Gallagher and you are under arrest." There is a bang and a yell that sounds very much as though Ol has just hit someone with the door and then Ol bolts into the kitchen and races for the back door, pulling a pistol from his pocket as he goes.You have two swift choices to make, you can either follow Ol out the back door or run through a door that leads to a bedroom. From the bedroom a second door opens into the hall and you might be able to slip back through the front door as the Detectives run through, though the plan is a risky one.
Player: Run into the bedroom and try to circle round to slip out the front door
DM: You dart through into the bedroom and moving as swiftly and silently as you can you circle round to the hall door. As you expected both Detectives run straight through the kitchen and out the back door where they begin shooting at the fleeing Ol. You take your chance, dart out the front door and immediately make a left to the safety of some nearby trees. Fleeing through the thickets on foot you make it to the farm of a friend several hours later.Over the next few days you learn what has happened: Ol was indeed shot dead while trying to run away while John was also killed and George arrested in a series of raids (George later receives a short jail sentence for armed robbery). Shaken by your narrow escape you spend the next three years moving around Missouri and generally lying low until you finally get back in touch with Frank and Jesse James and Cole Younger and arrange a meeting at the home of your mutual friend Clell Miller to return to your chosen profession of robbing banks.

DM: You look around immediately. You realize from the blood smear everywhere and tormented spirits flying around you that you're in hell. You gasp surprised and fearfully before looking back to the creature. It hits you suddenly. "You're a demon?!" you practically shout. The demon rolls his eyes. "Yes." The demon says as if it was the most obvious think in the world. You flinch in fear. You're standing in front of a demon! You're in hell! Could the day get any worse? "And you, are my minion. So come along. This isn't where we'll be staying."
Player: You just stand there staring
DM: You just stand there staring. It's as if you haven't comprehended what was just said. You stare blankly at the creature. "I said you're my minion." His eye glow red. "Now follow me or so help me, I will torture you brutally."
Player: You cross your arms and say, "No!"
DM: You cross your arms and say, "No!" You're not going anywhere with that freak of nature! The demon raises an eyebrow. "No?" It asks quietly. "No." You say firmly. The demon cocks it's head a little as if the word 'no' is foreign to him. "Say that one more time." He dares you.
Player: You say "No" again
DM: No" you say again defiantly. The demon looks you up and down once, as if sizing you up of where your weakest points will be. Then with sudden speed he attacks and beats you senseless to the point where you're begging for him to stop or to kill you. Eventually, he decides to have mercy on you and kills you. Sorry, you've lost. Please stop being so stupid and try again by clicking "the beginning" again, or leave comments on how you liked or disliked this game. Thanks for playing.
Player: You shake your head no.
DM: "Good." The creature says. "Come with me. You're my new minion." Minion? You think. Wait.... was this a demon? Are you in hell?!

DM: You find a gas can, and quickly check to see if it's full. Unluckily, the can is almost empty. You move the can around, and can hear a small amount sloshing back and forth. But, it isn't enough to use.You need a vehicle to get back to Fairmont.The Camry is probably old enough that you could destroy the pins in it's ignition and start it with a screwdriver, though you would need a drill and screwdriver.Or, if you can find a plastic tube, you could use it with the gas can and siphon it's gas. Then, you can continue using Mike's Subaru.
Player: Steal Camry
DM: You'll need a drill to ruin the pins, and something to put into the ignition to start the car. Which means you'll probably have to check that mechanic's shop. You shut the Camry's door, and start walking toward the shop, keeping an eye out for anything, or anyone, that might be useful.You reach the Spearville sign. The automotive garage is close, so you pick up your pace. You need to get back to Fairmont.Once you get to the parking lot, you can see the large, two door garage, with an office area to the left. The office door is shut, and the Open/Closed sign is flipped to Closed. However, one of the garage doors is open.
Player: Turn around. The town is dead, and the sign says 'Closed'
Player: Enter the garage
DM: You walk underneath the door, and look around for the tools you want. You find cans of oil, lengths of pipe, and assorted car parts, but no tools.The concrete slab that the building was built over is stained with gasoline, oil, and various engine fluids. In some places, where the concrete dips, there are small pools of whatever liquids the mechanic was last working with.You notice that a red fluid is streaming through the shop, toward you. Engine fluids are different colors to make identification easier. You think red might be transmission fluid, but you aren't sure.Following the running fluid, you find a man lying on the ground in messy, torn coveralls. His face is pale, and sunken in, like he's sick. On his stomach, where the coveralls are ripped away, you can see a large, leaking wound.You slowly move closer, so you can see the wound better. It's surrounded by purple rashes like Mike's arm. It even has similar boils and blisters.In the opposite direction of the running blood, there's a smeared trail leading through a doorway into a separate part of the garage.

Player: Fire back
DM: Raising your pistol you fire back: your shot hits the man on the side, spins him on the spot and he falls to the ground. Turning your horse you spur after your companions and moments later you are out of town and riding across the countryside. You ride hard until you are back across the border in Missouri and there you pause in a copse of trees to count the money you have stolen: you are all pleased to discover it comes to $12,000, which split seven ways makes your share $1,700, which has been added to your Score."We need to all split up now to make it harder for the Law to track us," John declares."Jesse and I will go back to our Farm and hide out there," Frank declares."I'll go with George and Ol back to their Farm to hide out," John decides."My brother John has just got a job at his friend Tom McDaniel's Farm near the town of Scyene down in Texas," Cole says thoughtfully. "I'll go down there for a bit to lie low."You consider who to hide out with.

Player: Let him go
DM: You hesitate but a moment later John fires his pistol at the teller. His shot clips the teller's head and though the man stumbles he keeps running, makes it to the door, throws it open and dashes outside yelling "Robbery!" Moving quickly you and Frank ransack the vault, throwing all the money you can find into two haversacks while the others guard the tellers and rifle the counter. Shutting the remaining tellers inside the vault you all race outside. While you and your companions mount up the Shepherd brothers begin firing shots into the air to keep citizens off the street.You have just pulled yourself onto your horse's back when a young man comes running out of a store across from you with a pistol in his hands. As you and your companions begin spurring your horses down the street he fires a shot at you all, which whizzes overhead to shatter a window in the back behind you."Get that bastard with the gun," someone shouts. You have your pistol in your hand and consider firing back.

Player: Go with Frank and Jesse to the James Farm
DM: You join the James brothers at their farm where you live quietly for a few weeks until one morning Frank returns from town with a newspaper and a grim expression."Yankee lawmen killed John and Ol," he says tersely. "George is in prison charged with bank robbery."You and Jesse crowd round to read how your three companions were identified as participants in the Russellville robbery and were tracked to their homes by lawmen. George later receives a three year prison sentence for his part in the robbery. Despite the loss of three of your companions Jesse is eager for the three of you to rob a bank and after a year and a half when you feel it is safe you make a plan to rob the little bank in the town of Gallatin, Missouri.Riding into town one winter's morning you leave your horses tied up outside and walk inside to find a single teller talking to a customer. The teller looks oddly familiar to you and you can't figure out where you have seen him from until Jesse pulls you and Frank to one side."Isn't that Colonel Cox?" Jesse asks quietly. "That Yankee Colonel who killed Bill Anderson during the War? I heard he lived in Gallatin."The three of you study the teller closely. You now remember Cox well from his picture in the newspapers, he led an ambush that killed several of your friends including your former leader Bloody Bill Anderson. The teller does indeed look exactly like him and Frank agrees quietly. "Let's kill him," he mutters. Approaching the bank counter the three of you draw your pistols from your pockets. The customer backs away and the teller looks up startled.
Player: Shoot him in the head
DM: Your bullet hits the teller in the head, blasting a circle of red blood and gore onto the wall behind him. As the teller slumps dead in his chair Frank and Jesse fire more bullets into him. The customer screams "Murder!" and starts running past the three of you towards the door to the bank. "Shoot him," Jesse yells.
DM: Frank fires a shot that hits the man in the back of the right arm but he keeps on running and makes it through the door and out onto the street. "Quickly boys, get the money," you call out and moving quickly you, Frank and Jesse scoop up all the money you can find from the counter, which comes to several hundred dollars. Unwilling to spend time pillaging the vault you all run outside and begin mounting your horses but the alarm has already been raised a a few citizens are taking pot shots at you with pistols from teh shelter of a gun store.When a bullet nicks it Jesse's horse rears up in terror, spilling it's rider to the ground before running off. "Get up behind me Jesse," Frank yells and while you fire your pistol at the gun store, trying to cover them, Jesse awkwardly scrambles up behind Frank. The three of you ride out of town on two horses, not stopping for several hours until you reach the safety of the James Farm. There you find you have escaped with less than $700, making your share a paltry $200. There is worse news to follow however.The next morning Frank returns to the Farm with a paper. "It wasn't Colonel Cox who we killed in Gallatin," he declares. "It was some bank clerk called John Sheets. They know it was us as well, we've all been identified by name. We'd better clear out." Leaving the James Farm the three of you go traveling for a year to wait for the attention to die down before returning to Missouri in the summer of 1871 and arranging a meeting with Cole Younger at the home of your mutual friend Clell Miller. Despite the loss of John, George and Ol you are all determined to continue your robberies.

Player: Hold your fire
DM: You pause but Jesse shoots the man in the head, blasting his brains out onto the wall behind him. As the teller slumps dead in his chair Frank and Jesse fire more bullets into him. The customer screams "Murder!" and starts running past the three of you towards the door to the bank. "Shoot him," Jesse yells.
Player: Shoot the fleeing customer
DM: Your shot hits the man in the back of the right arm but he keeps on running and makes it through the door and out onto the street. "Quickly boys, get the money," you call out and moving quickly you, Frank and Jesse scoop up all the money you can find from the counter, which comes to several hundred dollars. Unwilling to spend time pillaging the vault you all run outside and begin mounting your horses but the alarm has already been raised a a few citizens are taking pot shots at you with pistols from teh shelter of a gun store.When a bullet nicks it Jesse's horse rears up in terror, spilling it's rider to the ground before running off. "Get up behind me Jesse," Frank yells and while you fire your pistol at the gun store, trying to cover them, Jesse awkwardly scrambles up behind Frank. The three of you ride out of town on two horses, not stopping for several hours until you reach the safety of the James Farm. There you find you have escaped with less than $700, making your share a paltry $200. There is worse news to follow however.The next morning Frank returns to the Farm with a paper. "It wasn't Colonel Cox who we killed in Gallatin," he declares. "It was some bank clerk called John Sheets. They know it was us as well, we've all been identified by name. We'd better clear out." Leaving the James Farm the three of you go traveling for a year to wait for the attention to die down before returning to Missouri in the summer of 1871 and arranging a meeting with Cole Younger at the home of your mutual friend Clell Miller. Despite the loss of John, George and Ol you are all determined to continue your robberies.

Player: Go with Cole down to Texas
DM: You travel south with Cole to Texas and join his brother John and John's employer Tom McDaniels at McDaniels's Ranch. You are in Texas when you learn that in a series of raids in Missouri your friends John Jarette and Ol Shepherd have been killed and George Shepherd has been arrested and imprisoned after they were identified as Russellville Bank Robbers. Fearing he'll be identified to Cole goes to California to join another brother Jim but you like Texas so you stay on with John and Tom for a few years.Nearly three years after the Russellville robbery you, John and Tom go into the local town of Scyene to have a few drinks in a bar. John drinks more than you two and begins boasting he is an excellent shot and can hit any target. To demonstrate this he pulls out his pistol and shoots the smoking pipe out of the mouth of an old man who is sitting at a nearby table. The very frightened man leaves the bar and initially you think nothing of it.The next morning after spending the night in town the three of you go down to the local stable to collect your horses and ride back to Tom's ranch. While you are in the stables two Deputy Sheriffs walk in and approach the three of you with pistols in their hands. "John Younger?" one of them asks. "We have had a complaint of attempted murder lodged against you and we need to take you into custody. Please hand over your weapons." "Certainly officers," John says pleasantly, drawing his pistol from his pocket. He is still smiling when he shoots the lawman in the chest.There is a moment of stunned silence and then all five of you draw your weapons. The wounded officer fires back at John, his shot creasing his hip while the other officer aims at you.

Player: Fire at the man aiming at you
DM: You fire at the lawman, by luck or skill you shoot him through the heart and without a sound he falls to the ground, his pistol discharging as it hits the ground though the bullet goes wide. John has shot the lawman who wounded him again and the man has sunk to his knees, though he is still trying to raise his gun arm from the ground to fire at John again. John's gun clicks on a faulty cartridge and there is a risk the badly-injured lawman might shoot him.
Player: Ride your horse up and shoot the wounded lawman in the head
DM: Your shot hits the wounded lawman in the side of the head and he falls to the ground where he lies still. An ominous silence descends on the stables as the three of you stare down at the bodies of the two Deputy Sheriffs whom you have just murdered. Tom, who hasn't moved since he drew his pistol, is shaking. "We need to get out of here," John mutters as blood drips from his hip and through his fingers and spurring your horses out of the stable you rapidly clear out of Scyene. You pause briefly to collect your things from the McDaniels Ranch before riding on while Tom clears out to other parts.In Missouri you and John split up: John goes back to the Younger Ranch to see his brother Bob and recover from his injury. Meanwhile you get back in touch with Cole and Frank and Jesse James and arrange a meeting with them at the home of your mutual friend Clell Miller. Your role in the murder of the two lawmen in Texas has put your name firmly back on Missouri's list of wanted men so you figure it's time for you to get back to robbing banks and making some money!

Player: Go with John to the Jarette Farm
DM: You and John go to his Farmhouse where you are the only residents and for a few days you live in peace. One night you are woken by an alarming crackling sound and springing from your bed you see smoke filling the house. A glance through the windows shows dozens of men outside armed with all sorts of weapons from guns to pitchforks. Grabbing your pistol you rush out of your room in your underclothes to encounter John similarly prepared."The house is on fire and we're surrounded by vigilantes," John declares. "We'll have to make a break for it."There is only one door into the farmhouse and no windows so John approaches it carefully, a pistol in each hand and prepares to charge out guns blazing. As he does so you glance at the chimney and the thought strikes you that if you can somehow squirm up there you might be able to drop down from the roof and escape, though if you get stuck you'll probably be burnt alive.
Player: Risk the chimney
DM: Squirming awkwardly up the chimney you shimmy yourself up the narrow chimney shaft. Outside you hear shouts and dozens of gunshots but focus on ignoring the intense heat and making it up the chimney. Finally you burst out into the cold night air of the roof. Approaching the edge of the roof cautiously you glance down to see John lying dead in a pool of blood just in front of his house. There is a shout as a vigilante spots you and points at you.Turning you race across the roof as vigilantes fire at the spot where you were seen and with a flying leap you jump off the back of the roof, fortunately landing on one of the few snow mounds to have escaped destruction from the spring sun. Scrambling up you race through the trees that surround John's farmhouse and make your escape through the forest. After an all-night journey you manage to make it to a friend's house and safety.In the morning you buy a newspaper and read about a series of raids carried out against you and your companions. Ol Shepherd is dead too, killed by lawmen while resisting arrest. George has been arrested and charged with bank robbery. After a short trial he is found guilty and given a short prison sentence. For the next three years you move around Missouri, never staying in one place for too long until finally in the spring of 1871 you re-establish contact with Cole Younger and Frank and Jesse James and arrange to meet at the farm of your mutual friend Clell Miller.Though the gang has lost three of its members you are determined to continue your bank-robbing career.

Player: Let John deal with the mess he has made
DM: John raises his pistol, shoots the wounded lawman in the side of the head and he topples to the ground where he lies still. An ominous silence descends on the stables as the three of you stare down at the bodies of the two Deputy Sheriffs whom you have just murdered. Tom, who hasn't moved since he drew his pistol, is shaking. "We need to get out of here," John mutters as blood drips from his hip and through his fingers and spurring your horses out of the stable you rapidly clear out of Scyene. You pause briefly to collect your things from the McDaniels Ranch before riding on while Tom clears out to other parts.In Missouri you and John split up: John goes back to the Younger Ranch to see his brother Bob and recover from his injury. Meanwhile you get back in touch with Cole and Frank and Jesse James and arrange a meeting with them at the home of your mutual friend Clell Miller. Your role in the murder of the two lawmen in Texas has put your name firmly back on Missouri's list of wanted men so you figure it's time for you to get back to robbing banks and making some money!

DM: A hail of plasma beams lance out from the house, leaving scorch marks in the wooden wall. The crew are taken completely off guard, all but one falling to the ground with serious wounds.One of them remains alert - the lone figure immediately opens up with the rapidfire. The wall is burned through in many places. Miraculously, no-one is hurt. Gearhead plugs him neatly through the eye, causing a massive spurt of blood out the figure's mouth, nose and eyes. You can see the grey brain matter mixed in as the corpse slumps to the ground.
Player: The wounded
DM: With the threat gone, your squad moves out into the empty Rapidfire emplacement to look at the damage. The fast firing plasma weapon is still operational. If you want to, you can add it to your inventory - even if you already have one."So, what do we do with them?" Harridan pokes one of the wounded with her boot. "We can't take them with us. And we can't let them get back to their friends, either. Otherwise we have to fight them again soon." Red interjects "You can't be suggesting that we kill them!?"Harridan nods. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting."Nemo's head is in his hands. "Space damn them... Why does it always come down to this...""Remember who we are, Harridan! This is the United Guns. We don't kill the wounded." Red sounds desperate.Harridan shakes her head. "That's more Nemo's argument. And he isn't using it, because he knows that there's a good chance those ploork-ridden fleabags will end up killing us, one way or another, if we don't kill them first.""Gambler?" asks Nemo "You are the squad leader. Only you can make this decision."Gambler looks uneasy. "Well... I... I... can't do it. I can never take responsibility for something like this." Nemo's face darkens. "This is your job, man! A leader doesn't just sit around on his arse playing wargames! As leader the choices and consequences of this squad are on your head. If you try and escape responsibility, the whole squad will suffer. Either relinquish command to Sentinel, man up or I shoot you right now!""Okay, Sentinel. You can take command", mumbles Gambler.
Player: Shoot the enemy wounded
DM: Lifting your pistol, you slowly, deliberately pull the trigger. A fallen enemy stops twitching and lies still. You move along the fallen figures, carefully punching beams through their heads. Blood gushes out of their eyes. Gambler winces.You see a dogtag marking an officer and, drawing your knife, cut out the anchors from the man's skin. It reads "Company Leader Don 'Tiger' Zonama - 1st Airborne Command"You have taken the heavy burden of leadership from their shoulders, and now their minds are free from the agony of decisions like these. Gambler in particular looks relieved, that it was not he who took action.People are such cowards...In deep, brooding silence, the squad moves on.

DM: You and Jimmy throw open the front door, fire several shots with your pistols at the men in the trees and run off to the right. Racing through the trees you finally make it to a brightly-lit house and run inside, startling an old man."Now don't get excited," Jimmy tells him. "I won't harm you but this is a matter of life and death. We need your car."As he is speaking a car pulls up outside."Who does that car belong to?" you ask the old man."I don't know," he replies. Pistols held ready you cautiously approach the car to find it is full of men, you recognize three of them as staff from the Lodge. You order most of them out, leaving three inside as hostages. Jimmy gets in the front while you get in the back and order the driver to drive. Before he can start yet another car, this one with three men in it, pulls up next to you."We're FBI, who's in that car?" the man asks.Immediately Jimmy jumps out of the car, pistol in his hand, and approaches the car of FBI Agents.
Player: Stay in the car
DM: "I know you bastards are wearing bulletproof vests," Jimmy declares. "So I'll give it to you high and low."You watch as he raises his pistol and opens fire.His first shot grazes the driver in the head, panicking he throws open the car's passenger door and tumbles out onto the ground, the men in the back seat doing likewise. They both spring to their feet to run and Jimmy opens up on them too, hitting one of the men in the neck and the other man in the back. The men in the car behind you start running and Jimmy turns and fires at them too.You and Jimmy jump into the FBI car and drive away. Behind you one of the FBI Agents fires his pistol at you but misses. As you drive away you notice another car full of FBI Agents driving towards you - finding a flashlight under the dashboard you click it on and shine the light full in the face of the approaching car, temporarily blinding the people inside until you safely pass.You and Jimmy escape from Wisconsin after a series of difficult adventures and it takes you two months to reunite with the rest of the gang: in that time Red and Tommy are both killed by lawmen in separate gun battles and only your friends John and Homer are left. It is a very depleted gang that arranges a rendezvous in Indiana at the end of June.
Player: Leave him to Homer
DM: Homer raises his rifle and fire a single shot into the policeman's chest, fatally wounding him. At the sounds of the gunshots Jimmy opens fire with his machine gun after a civilian shot him in his bullet proof vest - you see a teenager sprint across the street and jump on Jimmy's back, Jimmy manages to throw him off through a shop window.Your companions emerge from the bank surrounded by several hostages, together you move towards the car. Policemen are running to the scene and despite the hostages they open fire on you all anyway. Two hostages are hit in the legs and suddenly Homer falls, a bullet in his head. The wound looks serious but to your amazement Homer manages to struggle into the getaway car. You all drive out of town.Sitting in the back you count the money and find you have stolen $28,000, making your share $5,400. Homer's wound is bleeding a lot but turns out to be little more than a flesh wound. After some quick discussion you agree it is best if you all split up, John is going to hide out with friends in Chicago, Jimmy and John Chase are going to rent an apartment just outside Chicago while Homer is driving down to St Paul to lie low. You need to choose who to accompany.
Player: Hide out in St Paul with Homer
DM: You and Homer go to hide out in an apartment in St Paul, leaving only to buy food and newspapers. One morning you step outside, buy a newspaper and read to your horror that your friend John Dillinger was shot dead by FBI Agents the night before while leaving a cinema with two female companions. You take the news to Homer in shock.You are now the most wanted man in America.After John's death you and Homer continue to hide in St Paul, not even trying to make contact with Jimmy. One afternoon you and Homer go to meet a friend of Homer's in a car dealership in St Paul. Going inside the car dealership you find the building completely deserted. Sensing trouble you both leave the building to find yourself confronted by four policemen."Stick them up!" one of the officers yells.You and Homer immediately draw your pistols and fire at the policemen, prompting them to scatter for cover. The two of you sprint down the street, the lawmen initially firing you but then giving chase, fearful of accidentally shooting other people on the street. There is an alley to your left and Homer darts down it.
DM: You ignore Homer and keep running, reaching the corner of the street and racing around it. Homer has run into a dead-end alley and the fact that he is trapped distracts all four of your pursuers: they fire more than fifty bullets into his body. You make it down the street, hijack a passing car and make your escape from St Paul.You are now the most wanted man in America and have no choice but to hide out with Jimmy.

DM: The window shatters and the christmas goblin leaps onto my dad's bed. He does a little somersault mid air and lands in a standing position. You're pretty impressed, it seems like he has practiced this a lot before.
Player: Ignore the christmas goblin and continue to do nothing.
DM: "I am the christmas goblin", says the christmas goblin. "I am here to assign you your christmas quest. The quest must be completed tonight or you will never meet God in heaven".
Player: Accept the goblin's christmas quest.
DM: The goblin vomits a tiny scroll. He hands the scroll to you and somersaults backwards out the window. A flying car catches him in midair. Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back in Town" blares from the car's radio. He flies away.
Player: Read the scroll.
DM: "Hello", the scroll says. "I am the scroll of the christmas quest. If you complete me, I will fix the back pain of the man you live inside of. This will allow him to have a very good christmas and also when you die you will meet God in heaven. Deal?
Player: Sorry, maybe another time.
Player: Approach the christmas goblin.
DM: You pop out of my dad's spine and roll over to the window. The christmas goblin motions for you to open it.
Player: Open the window.
Player: I hate christmas, I hate goblins, I do not enjoy leather shoes, I do not accept this christmas quest.

DM: You sit alone and avoid eye contact with Andrew. It isn't long before he comes to sit by you."Hey."You look up from you lunch and mutter, "Hi.""So? Is there a reason you're sitting alone? Suddenly allergic to obnoxious teenagers?" he smiles. But it isn't his real smile.You manage a short laugh. You don't really know what's gotten into you. First the screaming, now the excluding yourself. Suddenly, Andrew moves closer to you, his eyes meeting yours intensely."Do you want to go somewhere after school?" he whispers.
Player: Yes
DM: "Yes," you reply, a smile lighting up your face."I love it when you smile," he blurts out. Again with the random remarks. You want to say the same thing back to him about his smile, but you decide to wait until the "date" after school.~~~You wait outside, clutching your bag. The sun is starting to set in the indigo horizon. Suddenly, somebody swoops you up and runs off with you. You don't bother to scream, since you know who it is.Andrew then sets you down and you two are on a bridge stretching over a creek. Weeping willows dotted with violet flowers surround the clear, rushing water. Diamonds begin to appear in the dark void above you.Andrew then pulls you close to him, his sapphire eyes gazing into you."Can I kiss you?" he whispers.
Player: I'm sorry. We're Just Friends.
DM: "I'm sorry," you mutter. "We're just friends, Andrew."His smile vanishes. His eyes turn grey as a lifeless, black and white photograph. And in it, you see a picture of Andrew leaving you forever."And I don't want to lose that friendship!" you quickly add."Please. I can't live with you just as my friend. I love you more than that," he whispers, still holding you."But I just don't want to date you. I'm sorry," you say, hoping he's not hurt."Then why did you yell at Lindsey for flirting with me! I thought that was a sign that you for sure liked me back!" he says with frustration and confusion."No, Andrew! It's because she's an idiot and you DO deserve better than her. I didn't want you to end up with a girl like her. Because I do care about you, but not in that way!" Why doesn't he understand?!"Maybe I SHOULD just go be with her," he mutters, pulling away. "Because she actually would date me.""Andrew!" you shout. "Just because someone wants to date you, doesn't mean they love you! It could very well mean they want to use you! And I don't want to date you, because I'm afraid that will ruin our friendship forever!"He pauses, looking down at the fine wood of the bridge."I get what you're saying," he mumbles. "But I can't just be friends with the woman I love. Please. Go out with me, or we can't be friends."
Player: Bye then!
DM: "Bye then!" you reply, waving your hand and striding off. He's not following you. You keep walking.You're tempted to look over your shoulder, and you give in.You've walked a long distance from the bridge.And you only catch a glimpse of Andrew disappearing into the woods, never to return.

DM: As you mull over the options you realise that the smoke is too close for a bombardment. The risk is too great that the artillery will fire on your squad.If only your squad had a Rapidfire... But heavy weapons of all types will be in short supply until the 2nd Division comes in with it's mobile companies...
DM: Several smoke grenades arc over the lines and land on the ground, right in front of your squad's position. One lands right at your feet. The cloudy gas hisses and fogs up the air.You see the squad taking action. You must do the same.
Player: Volunteer to stay behind to give the squad time to escape
DM: "You guys leg it, I'll buy you some time."Harridan's voice comes over the headset: "Sentinel, I don't know what you broke your fast with, but you need help. We can match them.""Did you see them before? They were a tide! And that was before they had a chance to form up."This time it's Melodrama's turn: "They aren't going to send a division against us; they'd only get in each other's way. There is a limit to the amount of troops you can fit in a single fight, and if they maxed out they'd get slaughtered by our rapidfires and artillery!""We have no rapidfires""They don't know that.""Sorry, this is the only way I can completely guarantee your safety.""Fine. But when you get nabbed, you have to find a way to contact us!"The squad scuttles back and forms another line of guns pointing out of scattered boulders and foliage. Well, the guns aren't very visible now.A swarm of stormtroopers erupts from the smoke, rushing forward firing their blobguns. Many are cut down, and they are confused because some of the beams are coming from the side, fired by you. The confusion slows them down until one of them finds you and pistol whips you in the back of the skull before you see them.You lie on the ground, dazed, drifting in and out of consciousness...

Player: Continue 2a
Player: Continue 3a

DM: "Police! You're under arrest!" you hear as you turn around to flee. Dropping the six-pack of beer you sprint around the house and down the dark street as fast as your feet will carry you. You didn't get a good look at the officer as he jumped out of the police truck but you assume he's twice your age. What chance will he have to catch you?Suddenly you hear heavy footfalls behind you. This guy runs like the wind. Veering in desperation you try to escape into a front yard when you are tackled from behind. You go down hard in the wet grass."Not too smart trying to outrun me", says the cop as he pulls your hands behind your back and cuffs them together, "I used to be a track star at UVIC. Now let's go pick up that six-pack you dropped and take a trip down to the police station. You're under arrest for break-in-enter and theft".
Player: Under Arrest
DM: The day of the trial comes and you feel nervous. From down below you look up at the judge, his eyes quickly scanning your police report. Removing his reading glasses he looks down at you and clears his throat."It looks like you haven't been in much trouble like this before, so I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. I'm giving you the option to go to Restorative Justice, that is, if you want it. Maybe you would learn something. It's either that or you come back before me and I issue you a sentence. You have one week to make a decision". He pounds his wooden gavel on the oaken table."NEXT!"You have no idea what restorative justice is, but it seems as though the judge thinks it might be a good option.
Player: Check out Restorative Justice.
DM: You decide to check out the Restorative Justice option.First you phone and a lady on the other end sets up a time for you to come by for a meeting. Arriving at the address provided to you, you are greeted at the door by a black and white cat. It purrs and rubs up against your feet. You wonder if you are at the right place."Come on in" says a lady smiling at you, "you can have a seat right here". She gestures to a chair sitting at a small table. Taking the chair across from you she begins to tell you about Restorative Justice. Then she asks you what happened the night of your arrest. "How have you been since then? How do you think your neighbors been feeling? Is there anything that you can think of that you could do to make things right for your neighbors?" She asks.You shake your head. Up to this point you hadn't really thought about her and how to make amends."So with Restorative justice" she says, "we would hold a meeting between you, your neighbors, a police officer and a community member. In this meeting, you would all sit in a circle together to talk through three stages. One; what happened on the night of the offense, two; who was impacted and how, and three; what can be done to repay your neighbors and the community. But if you want to do this, I need to know, do you take responsibility for what happened?"
Player: Take Responsibility.
DM: You realize that breaking into that garage and stealing the beer probably made your neighbors feel pretty terrible. They had always been good neighbors to you, and you hadn't thought about how this would impact them."I do take responsibility for what I did. I think I would be willing to meet with them and go through with this.""Okay then" she said. "Just so you know, I will be present at the meeting as well and help guide you through the conversation. You will also be assigned a mentor who will be your friend and help work with you through this process. You should also know that you and your neighbors will brainstorm ideas together about how you can make amends. Usually there are two or three agreement items, but you have a say in this too, so it's a good idea to start thinking about what you could do to give back to your neighbors before the day of the meeting".Suddenly the cat starts brushing up against your leg, purring for attention. You fill out some paperwork stating that you do want to go forward with Restorative Justice. Then she asks you the million dollar question."Do you want your parents or guardian to be with you at this meeting? Or would you rather come alone?"

Player: Get pregnant immediately
DM: Congratulations! It's a girl! You named her Jesusa Beyonce! After your three month maternity leave, you have to decide...
Player: Drop out and marry Michael
DM: You become addicted to drugs. And die.
Player: Stay in school kids
Player: Business with an emphasis in economics
DM: Congratulations! You have graduated! You did math good. Now onto the real world...
Player: I think I'll try to find a job.

DM: Armed with machetes your men close in on the giant snake from all sides. Surrounded it twists and turns in all ways at once, snapping first at this man and then another. Darting in two men slice the monster in two and both halves writhe in agony until your men chop it to pieces in a savage and bloody slaughter. Within moments the snake is dead and your men are splattered with blood but thankfully unhurt. The incident casts a sombre mood over the party however.Trekking on grimly the jungle trees soon start to give way and climbing a high tree that evening you see that ahead of you a river snakes it's way across the horizon: the Frontier River that Donovan's expedition crossed before vanishing. To the northwest the ground is green and swampy but to the west and southwest it is green and lightly wooded all the way down to the river. Descending the tree you consider your next step.Which direction do you travel in?
Player: West towards the river
DM: You keep marching until you reach the Frontier River, which stretches away to the north and south. There seems to be no way to cross but it does not look particularly wide at this point and possibly you and your men might be able to swim across. Looking north up the river you see the riverbanks become more marshy while looking south you see they become flatter and more rocky but there seems to be no crossing in either direction.Which direction do you travel in?
Player: North up the river
DM: Marching on into the marsh you find after three days hard going through knee-deep water that the land gives way entirely and to the west and north there stretches nothing but salt-water. Mosquitoes dance across the surface and it seems that you must surely turn back, unless you are so determined to press on that you are willing to risk ordering your explorers to swim west in the hope that this stretch of water is not wide.What do you do?
Player: Try and swim across the water
DM: You instruct your men to swim to the waist and holding their clothes and packs above their heads they wade out into the water. It proves to be a mistake: you have not been in the water more than five minutes when one of your men vanishes in a whirl of water without even enough time to cry out. As panic spreads through your men you see what you took to be a log launch itself out of the water and clamp vast jaws around one of your men and drive him under water, never to be seen again."Crocodiles!" The alarm spreads and the realisation that more than one of the beasts is in the area causes near-panic. Men splash and swim for all they are worth back to dry land but another unfortunate is dragged under to a watery grave. By the time you all reach the shore you are all shaking with fear, chilled to the bone and your belongings are soaked. Some of the biscuits in the packs have been soaked into soggy pulp by the water and three of your men are dead. With the grim knowledge that this was all your fault you let your men rest before turning south.
Player: You follow the river to the south

DM: You carefully begin searching around the burnt-out ruins of the manor. There doesn't seem much to see but under a pile of blackened rubble you spot a tiny flash of blue. Clearing the dirty rubble with some effort you uncover a small old-fashioned notebook that has somehow largely survived the fire. Picking it up and opening it your heart beats slightly faster as you read on the first page "Diary of Rosemary Sidney-Smythe, age 10." There isn't much writing but what you can read is:"I am really worried about mother. She has never been the same since father died and the baby that came soon after seemed to bring her no comfort. I don't know why we are not allowed to speak of her. Mother says she is an angel and like all angels we must pretend that she does not exist. Mother says she is a far better girl than I am, all good while I am all bad. Perhaps this is true. I am never allowed to see my sister; Mother doesn't even tell me her name. All she says is that she has yellow hair like the sun, green eyes like the trees and a small birthmark on her chin.I think Mother is going to hurt me - she looks at me so strangely now! She spends all of her time with the dogs and my little sister. She keeps talking about going to live in a cave somewhere. She has started moving things out of the house, cutlery, plates and cups. I don't know where she is taking it. I am locked in my room all of the time now. I am so scared and I don't know what to do. Mother has started burning candles, hundreds of candles in every room. I can smell the smoke day and night. I am afraid. I am sure I am going to die but I don't want to."You stroke the notebook thoughtfully as you think of that poor little frightened girl from so long ago.
Player: East
Player: Go south
DM: You walk along a beautiful headland with steep cliffs descending to a series of white rocks at the base of the cliffs sticking out from the sea. Peering over the cliff down them you can see there seems to be a number of caves in the side of the rocks though they look difficult and dangerous to reach. A sign of this is a crude hand-written sign nailed to a nearby tree that reads "Near this spot hiker and loving father John Hall was murdered on 26 July 1955." Paths continue on to the north and south.

DM: You sit down on the floor, hug your knees to your chest, and close your eyes.For some reason you can't remember anything about yourself. It's as if your memory has been wiped or something. This also means you don't have anything to reminisce about.You look at your hand. You're a white person. You slide your hand under your pants. You're male.Well, that's a start on figuring out who you are....You decide to see how much further the elevator has to go before it-
Player: CRASH!
Player: Wait
Player: "Actually, I want to be a Runner."
DM: Alby looks you up and down."There's no way you can handle it. Can you even do twenty push-ups? Show me. Come on, right now."You can, in fact, do twenty push-ups, but only if you try really, really hard."You're exerting yourself too much just for twenty push-ups. I can't let you. In fact, don't even try to, you're going to either die or slow the others down. Both of which are bad, obviously.""So you're a cook's assistant, okay?"

Player: History
DM: You don't really know why you decide to do history, as you've always disliked history the most among the subjects you were taught, but for some reason you feel like this lesson will be different."History."Leonidas raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he gets a twinkle in his eyes. "Very well. I have a very special lesson for today. Tell me, Have you heard of the Trojan War...?"Leonidas leaps head first into tale of heroes, gods, and revenge. This is certainly the most interesting tale Leonidas has ever told you, and you decide to give history a chance more often. Seeing your delight in the story, Leonidas asks, "What was your favorite part?"
Player: "When the trojan horse plan was crafted."

DM: The teacher is sitting at their desk meeting with the parent of one of their students.You wait awkwardly at the door for 30 minutes, then the bell rings and a crowd of students comes rushing in.You leave and head back to the westside.
Player: At least the traffic is nice during midday.
DM: You arrive back in Santa Monica. Both of your co-founders and the COO are in your office. They ask you to step in and close the door."Based on our terrible cash flow situation, we have to wind down the division. You need to fire everyone on the product development team, but we'll keep on the sales folks for now. You can stay on to help manage the transition."MORALE -50!MESSINESS +50!ITEM ACQUIRED : PILL OF BITTERNESSWhat do you do next?
Player: Pill of Bitterness
DM: MESSINESS +10!You decide to conduct the project without involving your two co-founders. After all, you're a senior executive, you don't need their permission! What could possibly go wrong?Let's go ahead and figure out the specific research questions...
Player: What should we study, exactly?
Player: Form a collaborative group of coworkers and client users.
DM: MORALE -10!You send two emails over the course of a week to coworkers and favored clients, but get only one response from your company's head of Implementation, who says she's simply too busy to meet on this. She suggests we look at why some struggling students don't improve after using our program.You get no response from any clients. What now?
Player: Use your position as General Manager to force coworkers to participate.
DM: MESSINESS +20!You call each coworker and tell them there is a mandatory meeting to discuss the research project. They all show up, but are slightly resentful and mostly ignore you by looking at their smartphones during the meeting. Ultimately, your own ideas carry the meeting: You're intrigued by intrinsic academic motivation as a factor for students making the transition from middle school to high school math, so you choose to investigate that dimension amongst students using your company's SmartCity program. Next, to figure out research methods...
Player: What's the method to your madness?
Player: Write your own from scratch - you took Cindy Kratzer's class!
DM: MORALE +10!ITEM ACQUIRED : BABY'S FIRST SURVEYYeah! Write your own survey, you've got this under control.Validity, reliability, grounding in 30 years of educational psychology research... none of that strikes you as particularly important. Now, how will you get internal performance data out of your product's database?

DM: Mary flinches."No," she says shortly. "Gabriel knew nothing about pirate treasure and was not interesting in that sort of thing."She looks at you coldly.
Player: Ask her about the day Gabriel died
DM: Mary looks at you intently as if considering you."Jesus, could you let me talk to this young lady in private for a moment?" she asks. Her husband stumps outside and once you are alone Mary steps closer to you, grabs your arm, pulls you close and whispers in your ear these words:"I know who killed my son."You freeze, stare up at her and whisper "Pardon?"Mary nods significantly and continues whispering quietly. "Gabriel had a boyfriend. His father is a strict Roman Catholic and would never have accepted it but I am his mother - I knew. The day he died Gabriel was so happy! I think he was waiting for us to go shopping and after we left he hurried to the beach to meet his secret lover. His boyfriend killed him there and dumped his body in the sea. I don't know why. He loved this boy though and whoever this boy was he used that love to destroy my son. Not a word to my husband."She nods slowly and calls her husband back into the room. Your mind is racing.
Player: Go back into the village
Player: Go into the School
DM: You walk up to Lo So Shing, past the closed sign and in through the open entrance door into a small hall. The school is small indeed: just a single classroom on your left and a library on your right branch off the hall while out through the broken window you can see the weed-choked playground, the markings a running track and basketball court just visible beneath the overgrown weeds. A row of lockers face you but they are all empty, their rusted doors wide open and their name tags long since removed.
Player: Go into the library

DM: The big day arrives and you show up for the Restorative Justice Meeting. Your mentor greets you and together with your neighbors, the lady who you met with previously, a police officer and a few other people you all sit down in a circle of chairs. "Thanks everybody for coming" she says. "Myself and Shanna will be guiding the circle this evening. Let's start by going around and introducing ourselves".The meeting began unfolding just the way that you were told it would. After introductions your neighbor begins to explain to the circle how she remembers the night you broke in."I was home alone when suddenly I heard a loud crash from the garage. It scared me half to death. Looking out I could clearly see two young men breaking in. I didn't know who it was. . ."As you listen you begin to realize how this had affected her. She wondered if we were drunk and might try to come inside the house. She was alone and nervous. She wondered why we chose her garage. Was it personal?After she finishes it is your turn to talk. You explain how that night you were merely focused on finding some free beer. You didn't quite realize the severity of what you were doing.Your neighbor suddenly addresses you directly. "You didn't think it was a big deal? To break into our garage and steal from us!?!?"
Player: I do now, but I didn't at the time.
DM: "I'm sorry but the night I broke in I wasn't thinking clearly. I was just focused on getting a few beer and I honestly didn't even think about anyone else. Truth is I didn't think it through at all. Hearing you talk about how hard this has been on you though, I'm genuinely sorry. It was stupid of me." Your neighbor nods her head. For a second she lost her temper and seemed angry with you, but now she seems to recognize that you are sorry for what you did, and that you didn't mean to hurt her personally. "I remember what it was like to be young" she replies, "and to not always think things through. Have you thought about what you want to do to make things right?"
Player: I'm not sure, do you have any ideas?
DM: Your neighbor frowns a bit, then says "I was really hoping that you would have thought of a few ideas. After all, you are the one who thought to break into my garage. But, I was thinking maybe you could replace that locking mechanism on the door and maybe you could work at the community garden for awhile as well. I have a garden plot there and it needs a good mulching before the spring plant. Does anyone else have any ideas?". "Maybe I've got one" says the police officer. "I'm not sure that you really know what it's like to be a cop in this city. Victoria does have a dark side and we have to deal with serious stuff. You should join a couple of us one evening for a ride-along" Then everybody in the circle began discussing these options, and coming to an agreement, they are put down in writing. You are given one week to purchase a new lock and 2 months to complete 40 hours of community service at the garden and go on a ride-along with VIC PD.The meeting ends and you are free to go. You have a bit of cash saved up so together with your mentor you purchase a locking mechanism that suits your neighbors needs. The ride-along didn't require too much effort so the second week after the meeting you attend that as well. Cruising around the city with the police officers turns out to be pretty interesting. They do not have an easy job and you make a mental note to try and avoid anymore unpleasant situations with them.However the hours of work at the garden really start to drag on. It's not enjoyable work, and after a month you still have 20 hours to go. You wonder, maybe it's not a big deal to skip out on the rest.
Player: Skip it! Who likes working like a dog?
DM: You decide that there is no way they'll send you back to court after you've already gone through the meeting, bought a new lock setup, did a ride-along with VIC PD and worked 20 hours at the garden.You miss your next few work shifts then your mentor starts texting you, trying to check in and see what's wrong. He's a good guy but you want to get on with your life. You block his number. The lady from the Restorative Justice center also phones you but you don't answer.A few weeks later you get a letter in the mail, it's a court summons. You've failed to complete the agreement you made with Restorative Justice so now you have to go back to court.You end up being sentenced to 8 months in a Juvenile detention facility. The beds are hard as rocks.

DM: You try to speak up, but no words come out from fear. The demon observes you a moment before nodding. "Wise choice. Now come along." He says.
Player: You follow
DM: You follow the demon out of the creepy room only to face an even worse horror as you exit. The heat intensifies. You wipe sweat from your brow wishing you had water now. The surrounding are a huge open space with many people walking aimlessly. They're all wearing the same tormented, scared face. There's other demons crawling around and randomly attacking others in hell. In the distance you can hear screams of others and howls of hell hounds. You hear crying everywhere. The ground is hard to stand on since it is cracked, unsteady and hot! You shift from foot to foot your shoes doing almost nothing to protect you from the heat of the ground. You look back to the demon who guided you out. "Come along." he hisses at you.
Player: You nod and follow
DM: You nod and follow the demon. You're not sure what's in store for you, but you know defying this demon will make things far worse! So you follow despite your longing to run away. The demon is very fast pace and you have to almost run to keep up with it's long legs. You're already hot and sweaty as it is. Yep, this was truly hell. Finally the demon stops and you stop with him. He's looking down a dark pathway, and then to you. You don't like the looks of the pathway.

DM: You pull into the grocery store parking lot and get out of the car. Entering the store, you find Markus behind the counter and walk up to him. He appears to be in a nervous state, playing with his hands and looking around quickly. He brightens up upon seeing you. He lets out a hello and you respond likewise. You give him the phone and he lets out a deep breath of air. Markus thanks you heavily but still carries an anxious temperament. You feel a little worried for him, and contemplate asking what is wrong or going home and starting the now pressing housework.
Player: Ask Markus What is Wrong
DM: Markus is quite reluctant to let on. After a little prying he lets up and tells you that he has borrowed money to keep the shop running from an out-of-town mobster and is unable to pay him back. Last time Markus heard from the criminal, he was told he'd receive directions today on where to meet (with the money) via his cell phone. Now Markus is worried that he missed the call, not that he'd be able to pay back the debt anyway. You become quite afraid for your friend, and declare that the police must be involved. Markus does not want this plan of action out of fear that he would get into trouble. You don't listen to him, but wonder what the best way to go about getting the police is; you can either call your friend Sergeant Kipler from the cell phone Markus now has or you can drive to the police station for help.
Player: Drive to the Station
DM: You decide that taking the phone out of Markus's hand would be a bit too invasive, so you jump into your car, bent on visiting your friend Kipler at his place of work. You arrive within in ten minutes, burst into the station, and demand direction to Sergeant Kipler, who happens to be standing near the doors. He asks what the matter is, and you tell him in several short breaths. Your friendship is well enough in years for him to tell when you're pulling the bull. Five minutes later, you are sitting in Kipler's car, roaring towards the grocery store. Two other officers follow in tow, just in case extra force is needed. Anxiety builds up in your stomach; worry filling your brain. You see an unattended pistol, full magazine nearby, in Kipler's back seat and contemplate taking it. You pull into the grocery parking lot just as a black sedan unloads three mobsters, their occupation obvious on account of all the stereotypes they fulfill. They all enter the grocery store in a bustle. Kipler takes no time in parking, but does so at a distance away, so as not to scare the criminals. Kipler turns his head away for a moment and you grab the lonesome pistol and load the clip before jumping out of the car. Kipler gets out as well, and you both storm into the grocery. You find Markus on his knees, one of the mobsters pressing a gun against his head. Time seems to slow down and you level your pistol on the mobster's chest. You see only two options possible in this situation: shoot the gun-wielding mobster or not shoot the gun-wielding mobster. Consequences do not run threw your mind at this time.
Player: Shoot Him
DM: Faster than thought humanly possible you shoot the mobster right in the heart. His two companions look up in surprise, hands thrust into their pockets, pulling them out quickly as Kipler and the other two officers burst in behind you, guns drawn and pointing. Everyone is still for a moment. Kipler tells his men to arrest the mobsters before taking the pistol away from you. He is not pleased that you shot, and apparently killed, the mobster. Markus stays on the ground, breathing hard but clearly happy to be alive. People pour out of the Blue Rooster, wishing to know what all the ruckus is. You get out of the doorway and stand frozen in a corner as the mobsters are thrust into a police car.Congratulations! You have finished the game. Markus is alive and the mobster is dead. Kipler now has a lot to explain for back at the station, which could be avoided, but nevertheless you have a happy ending. Play again to see what else can happen.

DM: Booker handed me some stationary. "Now, you will write a letter to my usual customer, Katzu. Advertise our new deals and spice the letter up any way you can. You can send mail through the Admissions Office, which is also the post office. Now get going!" I walked into the admissions office and sat at a small table, contemplating on what to write in this letter. I decided to go against Booker and write a letter to my parents. "Dear Mom and Dad, HELP! What were you thinking sending me here?! This is a horrible place! There has definitely been some murders or some criminal activity going on here! Seriously though SEND HELP. Police, Firemen, National Guard, CIA, ANYONE! I don't know how long I'll be able to survive here. Love and hopeful, Lana." I sealed the envelope and handed it to Shelly. "Alright. It'll take about 6-12 weeks for you letter to be sent. Thank you." 6-12 weeks to send a piece of paper?! My distress letter was useless now. I needed a way out of here as quickly as possible. But for now, I must do all I can to survive. I headed back to Booker's. "Ah, what great timing you have. Ready to take on the next task?"
Player: Plant some flowers.
DM: Booker handed me a basket filled with flower seeds and a squirt bottle filled with fertilizer. "Your next task is to beautify the area! We want to entice new tenants to this wonderful facility of ours and to attract customers to the store. Better make it look pretty!" I planted maybe one or two flowers outside of Booker's shop, just to make myself look productive. I then proceeded to take off in search for an open field. It wasn't an open field, but there were minimal trees. "I guess this will have to do." I started planting the seeds carefully and made sure to drown it in fertilizer. I made it so that when they grow, the flowers will spell out "S.O.S." It will definitely attract people, that's for sure. As I sowed the last seed, I realized it takes a LONG time for plants to grow. On top of that, I would have to come here every day to water them and there's a chance they may die. Again, this plan had failed. With my head hanging low, I headed back to Booker's. "Alright, boss. I finished. Give me the next task."

DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [2]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 5, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0
Player: 3. Assign this roll to Two Pair
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [1]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 5, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0
Player: ** Skip this number, and move to the next die **
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [3]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0
Player: 8. Assign this roll to BLITZ! Five of a Kind
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [5]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 5, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 2
Player: 2. Assign this roll to Two of a Kind
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [6]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 5, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0

DM: "Okay okay I'll go." You say.
Player: Go get the whiskey
DM: "Alright I'm going." You say. "You need to be careful some bad guys are out there." Charlie said, then he snickered. You flipped him off.
Player: Head Upstairs
DM: You start walking upstairs when Sammy stop's you."What?""Well I was wondering you want to go to the bathroom and "talk"" Sammy saysYou smile"Yeah." You and Sammy walk into the bathroom. "Alright lets get started." Sammy says."Yeah lets---" You try to say but then the lights go out. There is a fusebox in the basement.
Player: Stay with Sammy
DM: "Well that was weird the others will fix it." You say. "Probably." Sammy says."Well then lets get the whiskey." You reply with uncertaincy. "Awww okay." Sammy whines. You Both Head Up.
Player: Whiskey
DM: You and Sammy continue upstairs when screaming comes from below."Should we check it out?" Sammy asks."
Player: Check it out.
DM: You run into the main room to find nothing but dark puddles of liquid. You yell for your friends, no reply. You yell again this time you hear a faint whisper. You can barley make out the words. It sounds like."Chi-Chi-Chi-Ha-Ha-Ha," but they are probably saying "Hee-hee-hee-ha-ha-ha," yeah they are laughing at you and you know it."Just like that flashlight is a unicorn horn and that puddle is ketchup. Your inner voice says. You trip over a lump in the carpet. You scream silently as you find Charlie's head smashed on the coffee table. You make a dash upstairs.
Player: GET SAMMY
DM: You run upstairs and yell for Sammy."SAMMY, SAMMY WE NEED TO GET THE FRICK OUT OF HERE!"Huh?" Sammy groggles. Realizing she is drunk it sounds like "hwuh.""Sammy let's go Charlie is dead there is no time to-" You try to say. Sammy yells and gets pulled back. The screaming stops abrubtly. You need to get out but Sammy is still in here. What should you do?
Player: Get out
DM: You decide to run since Sammy is probably dead anyways. You run to the living room again only to vomit because of the stench. Who would have thought corpses smelled this bad. You run to the kitchen in hopes of opening the back door. You also note that the front door leads straight out to the driveway and the car is in the lot. Should you get to the car or go through the back.
Player: Go to the car.
DM: You decide to get to the car and drive away since the back only leads to the outdoor generator. As you make your way to the door you hear loud footsteps and glass shatter.

DM: As you have done so many times you and your companions ride into a small town early one morning. While Frank, Clell and John hold the horses outside you lead Jesse and Cole into the bank. Inside four customers are sitting at a table talking while one smiling cashier waits behind the counter. The three of you walk up to the counter and draw your pistols."Consider yourself under arrest," Cole says cheerfully.To your amazement the cashier begins shouting "Bank Robbers! Bank Robbers!" at the top of his voice."Shut up man or I'll kill you," you yell at him but the cashier keeps shouting warnings at the top of his voice.
Player: Shoot him
Player: Join Jesse, Cole and Frank in robbing the Kansas City Exposition
DM: After a few months hiding out you and your companions ride into Kansas City on the day of the Exposition and approach the ticket office. "Hand over the money box," Jesse tells the cashier and you all draw your pistols. The man obediently obeys and quickly the four of you start to ride away. The alarm is quickly raised and as the guards of the Exposition are alerted you and your friends start firing your guns into the air to clear the crowd. It works well and you are quickly clear and riding to safety.Jesse is delighted with the ease of the robbery and opening the cashier's money box you find you have made off with $1,000, which split between the four of you makes your share $200. The event is widely reported and to make sure the reports are correct Jesse sends his own letter to the newspapers describing the robbery. You are slightly worried when you learn that Clell has been arrested for the Columbia Bank Robbery but he is soon released when witnesses of the robbery fail to identify him, in high spirits you and the rest of the Gang gather in the spring of 1873 to plan your next robbery.

DM: You keep shouting at the teller but he continues to shout at the top of his lungs. A moment later Jesse and Cole both shoot him and the cashier falls dead to the ground. Instantly the four customers spring to their feet and start running for the door. "Stop them," Jesse yells.
Player: Let someone else deal with them and focus on getting all the money you can
DM: You move towards the counter and as you do Cole fires a shot that hits one of the men in the hand. He yells in pain but a moment later the four customers have scrambled out the door leaving the three of you alone in the bank with the dead teller on the floor behind the counter. "Quickly, grab the money" you tell the others and moving fast you snatch up all the money you can find on the counter. In less than a minute you are back outside to find Frank, Clell and John firing their pistols into the air as you, Jesse and Cole scramble back onto your horses. A man runs out onto the street and fires a pistol at you, Jesse fires back. Both miss but Jesse's shot prompts the man to take cover and the six of you are able to spur your horses out of town and escape.Riding hard you do not stop until you are a long way from Columbia. When you pause to count the money you find you have escaped with less than $1,000, which makes your share $200. Frank is especially unhappy."We're killing too many bank tellers Jesse," he tells his brother. "This will bring the law down on us.""Maybe we should lay off banks for a while," Jesse says thoughtfully and grins. "I have a mind to rob a ticket office at the Kansas City Exposition."After a quick discussion Cole and John both offer to join Jesse but Frank and Clell decide it is better to lay low - Frank is going back to the James Farm while Clell is going back to his own family's farm. You consider what is best to do.

Player: Join Frank at the James Farm

DM: "Alright man, that's cool", says the yeti. "But hey, here this out: I made this coffee so that I can hype my body up with the anxiety I need in order to kick my ass into gear and build a big boat which I can use to cross the moat that guards the back of Santa's Workshop. If you help me build this boat I'll take you to Santa's Workshop. You in?"
Player: Build a big boat.
DM: "What a swole ass boat", says the yeti. "Goddamn this is a tight fucking boat. I can't wait to take this boat to the moat which surrounds Santa's Workshop and sneak inside".
Player: Take the boat out of cave and cross the moat which surrounds Santa's Workshop
DM: You and the yeti cross the moat which surrounds the back of Santa's Workshop together and manage to make it inside. "Thanks for helping me construct this sick ass boat", says the yeti. "Super dope project. I'm going to go rummage around for model trains". The yeti wanders off to rummage around for model trains.You see a large lever to your right.
Player: Pull the lever.
DM: A rift opens in the snow in front of you, revealing a staircase that leads to a large metal corridor.At the end of the corridor is a large massage chair. A big man with a long white beard and a christmas cap sits upon the chair. This man is the man you know as Santa Claus. You know him from television and magazines.
Player: Sounds good to me.
Player: The man I live inside of has a back which is pretty messed up, I am not convinced a $3000 massage chair will be enough to make it stop hurting.
DM: "Alright", says Santa Claus. "Here are all of the things for men with garbage backs that I have which might make him feel better. Let me know which one of these seems like the best option, and I will give it to you to complete your Christmas quest.The things I have are:1. A new back made out of titanium rods, silicone and rocks.2. A new Vive HTC Pro Starter Kit that the man you live inside of can wear which will make him disappear into virtual reality and never have to experience pain again. 3. Michael, a license chiropractor from the state of Rhode Island who will live under the man you live inside of's bed and fix his back whenever it is bad.4. A three hour animated tutorial on Lumbar Decompression Surgery that you can watch to learn how to perform Lumbar Decompression Surgery on the man you live inside of and also some scalpels and medical stuff.5. A yoga mat. Which one of these things do you want?"
Player: 3

DM: You try to stop the machine, but it's too late. The thing is overheating and you can't open the door because you'll end up between dimensions and you don't know what's in there.Right now you're on the bridge between realities and if you step outside now you'll fall to the river of time-space.
Player: Wait and hope for the best
DM: The machine eventually stabilizes and you suddenly feel dizzy. You get hit by a million new memories and thoughts and you suddenly understand that, when you made the machine, your self from an alternate dimension also made a machine and now you've fused together in a single body.And you know this twice because your original you and your new you know this thing.And then you get hit by your original memories as your other self gets hit by them. This is too much.TOO MUCH.You're getting a headache. Or are you getting two? You feel like you're passing out and you stop the machine. You don't know if you're in your original universe or your other original universe. Things got weird all of a sudden.Where exactly are you and who the heck are you?You remember your name, but you have two different last names.You try to think of your family, but you are an orphan and you're not at the same time.Your sister died in a car accident, but you don't have a sister.Your first kiss was at the movies, or was it a museum?It was both, you think.You have a dog, but you don't own any pets. Your goldfish died when you were ten.Hey, both of your goldfish died! But one was named Steve and the other was named Jonathan.You were saved by yourself from being ran over by a car and that's why you decided to search for other worlds. No, wait. It's just an obsession you've always had.You're single, right? No. Wait. You remember a lot of other things and you don't even know which life was your original one.You feel like both of them are. You are two people in one body.This reminds you of the eight part of a popular manga, but never mind that. What should you do?
Player: Go back to my original "saved by myself" life
DM: You calibrate the machine and you get back home. But your subconscious took you to the wrong place.Or should you say the right place? This is the life you've always had. You were always obsessed with other dimensions and your dog greets you on your lab.Why do you let him in your lab? That could jeopardize the entire thing!But you've always let it in. What was it's name? Spot? Scott? You like the name Tommy for a dog, but you know that's not its original name.You're too confused and you decide to check the dog's food plate because you know that's where both of you would put the dog's name.It's called Charlie. What the heck? That doesn't even come close to anything you imagined.Maybe this isn't even your original universe.Your first kiss was not at a cinema or a museum. It was at school, there was no fuzz about it. You finally remembered that...No, wait.Your first kiss was under a bridge. And on a bridge. No, there was no bridge. You haven't had your first kiss. But you've kissed many people. You've kissed boys and girls. And you actually have three dogs. No, you have cats.No. You don't like pets. You don't even know about alternate universes...You didn't just merge with another you. You fused together with countless of yourselves.

DM: Unwilling to risk a bullet in the back you sigh and raise your hands. You and Clell are taken into custody and escorted to the local jail. There you find things aren't as bad as you fear: you and Clell are only charged with the armed robbery of the Columbia Bank. Even better when the four customers who were in the bank are brought to the jail to identify you they seem uncertain that you are the men who really robbed the bank. Thanks to their mistake you and Clell are released on bail due to the lack of evidence and you both promptly go on the run. Pleased at your lucky break you meet up with the rest of the gang in the spring of 1873.

Player: Oh dear. She's hot, but...
DM: You are stunned.Antea is easily the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, and you can't believe what she's suggesting!Tempting, tempting, so very tempting...But the King would surely have your head for it, and you'd be blatantly abusing his hospitality if you did anything NEAR what she's suggesting...You gently remove the writhing and wiggling queen from your lap, and she looks down at you, her eyes alight."My lady," you begin...
Player: You're tongue tied
DM: ...and the words dry up in your throat. You cannot speak, and the amorous Queen pins you to your chair once more.This can't possibly turn out well.She continues to nibble and nuzzle, imploring you to join her, pleading, cajoling, even threatening you, insisting that you spend the night with her.Antea is remarkably beautiful, and you find yourself sorely tempted once more.Once again, you remove her from your lap. What now?
Player: You decline
DM: You join the King and Queen for breakfast, and are surpised to find that the mood is somber.Antea sits across from you, glaring sullenly. Proteus seems lost in serious thought. You are confused, and sit quietly until you can stand it no longer."Majesty? Have I given offense?"Proteus stares at you for a moment."Tell me, young Bellerophon. Is it customary in Corinth to take liberties with another man's wife?""Majesty? I do not understand," you say.Antea leaps to her feet, shrieking in indignation. "You tried to seduce me," she cried. Uh oh. Hell hath no fury...You turn solemnly to the King and explain that there must be some terrible misunderstanding. You indulged too much in their good graces, and perhaps overdid the wine. You do not recall making advances upon the Queen, but would not be so ungrateful as to contradict her. You apologize profusely, and beg pardon.Proteus considers for a moment."I could have you executed, boy. But the rules of hospitality forbid such treatment of an honored guest, and further, it is likely that the wine did cloud your mind. Perhaps you don't remember. I shall give you the benefit of the doubt."You express your gratitude, and offer your services to the King, who ponders for a moment."Yes, actually, there is something you can do for me. I need a message borne to my father in-law, Iobates of Lycia. We are concerned for his well-being in these troubling times."Looks like adventure is just around the corner, isn't it?

DM: The 501st sets its carbines for narrow beams, so the energy of the plasma is not lost burning through wood.Lances of green and red fill the air, impaling sanbags, dirt and human flesh. Two fall over immediately, but the other two,despite their wounds, open up immediately. The rapidfire rounds tear through the wall, leaving scorch marks and forcing everyone down on the ground.The barrage continues, with no-one willing to lift their heads off the floor."They have to stop firing eventually - the barrel will overheat", re-assures Gearhead.Then, you smell wood smoke. The house is on fire."Fall back! This place is going up in flames!"Already you can see the grey smoke drifting through the air, and with it, the first flickers.As you get up you are hit by a Rapidfire round (you lose three health, five if you did not repair your armour last night)The squad stumbles into the adjacent house you cut through a few minutes ago, coughing. This house is made out of fired brick, so no problems there.Still coughing, the squad prop their rifles up on the windows and launch another volley of beams. The Two gunners slump into the dirt. Glass shards litter the area.
Player: Rat Hunting
DM: After moving fast through the disintegrating city, you find your designated retreat point - your part of the fourth line of defense. It's a normal apartment building, on the outside. The squad enters, exhausted.You note the stairs to the basement and it's tunnels, but instead climb the upward stairs to the second floor. What used to be an apartment has been transformed into a strongpoint. Ladders poking through hastily-cut holes in the ceiling, Blast Doors, radios and ration boxes are all signs of a quickly-prepared fortress.The wounded - walking or not - are carried to the rear by patrol walkers - The Hover Roads were destabilised as soon as the walkers hit the Third Line. Gambler is incoherent and shivering - he too is loaded onto the walkers.After seeing them safely away, you and your remaining squad climb to the top floor - up five flights of stairs.You all take the time to take of your helmets and drink some water. You also choke down a few ration bars."It has an... interesting texture, doesn't it?""Reminds me of those fried ants we ate when we were cut off in the Xoralundra Jungle.""You were never in Xoralundra! This is your first action.""Yeah. He's a liar and a braggart.""Look who's talking. You guaranteed me Gearhead's X-ray specs would work.""If you believed that, my friend, you deserve to get scammed!"You smile. Little experience that you have, you know that banter is the only way to keep spirits up in a situation like this."Hey, Sentinel! When are we getting our reinforcements?""They should be coming today. The Second Division is bringing all their air and armoured support. We'll need it, too."Whether they'll be here in time is another matter...

DM: A friendly voice picks up the phone, you recognize it from earlier; it's that cute cop guy.You ask him out on a date and he says yes, making your day even better. With your wallet, your phone, your keys and a date, you feel as if nothing could go wrong.
Player: Something goes wrong
DM: Are you really going to be like this?
Player: Yes, let the world burn
DM: You feel as if nothing can go wrong... Until something does. You hear a loud boom on the sky and a fire ball falls towards the city. You know it was a plane crash. Two planes colliding together is not supposed to happen on a clear sky, but this did anyway. This reminds you of a TV show, but never mind that. Debris crashes on buildings and squashes people as everyone runs in terror. You take cover in the police station.Cars are shrieking and you hear even more crashes. People are losing their minds. The cops are all moving, the cute girl passes by your side as everyone on duty heads out to help how they can. There's a TV with the news channel on and you check for any information.The anchor suddenly receives some more news and the image changes to a nuclear plan exploding, this reminds you of a disaster in 1986, but never mind that. People are dying.
Player: The seals
DM: You keep watching the news, both in your phone and the TV now. People are having strange seals appearing on their foreheads. None of them seem to know the reason and not all of them have one. You rush to the bathroom to check your own face and realize that it's clear.You don't have a forehead seal.This reminds you of a book, but never mind that.
Player: The Censer
DM: A loud thunder roars across the entire city and you feel the walls shaking. A big earthquake starts to crack the walls and the floor and you know that this is your cue to make like a tree and leaf.You run out to the street and see some buildings tumbling down, a loud rumble is heard.Flashes of lightning light up the clouded sky and you see what looks like a meteorite falling somewhere on the horizon.But that's no meteorite. It's a censer.
Player: The Seven Trumpets
DM: The Bible! That's the book you were thinking of.You hear a trumpet and hail starts to fall down, the earthquake hasn't stopped and you run somewhere to take cover. The park.You reach the green of the city garden and suddenly it starts to burn. The hail is burning.Literally.You see hail, fire and blood coming down of the sky. It hurts.Another trumpet sounds and you try to remember what this one means. You are sure that you read Revelations once.You hear a loud splash somewhere in the distance and you know that those were the seas. Something happened to the water.The third trumpet sounds and you see a star falling somewhere on Earth. It is lost in the horizon before you can actually tell where it lands, but a loud thud and another earthquake lets you know that the meteorite crashed somewhere.The fourth trumpet sounds and the day gets even darker. You look at the sky and search for the sun only to find out it's dying.For the next five months you find yourself being tortured by locusts that came out from an abyss that also darkened the sun with smoke. You long to die, but death eludes you. Scorpion stings torture you every day.That was the fifth trumpet.The sixth trumpet announced the coming of four angels. They rode lion-headed snake-tailed horses that breathed fire, smoke and sulfur. They started to kill people and you really hoped that they'd kill you too, but it doesn't happen and you find yourself in agonizing pain once again.The seventh trumpet sounds and you know that this is the final one. God's temple has been open and with it comes thunder and hail.
Player: The Plagues
DM: You've been trying to kill yourself for months, but it feels like years. Any wound you inflict on yourself hurts like a peach and yet you don't die.Now come the plagues.First comes an ugly wave of painful sores for mankind.Then the seas turned into blood.Rivers also turned into blood.The sun starts to become hotter and hotter and you feel your skin burning before such heat.Darkness comes and the Euphrates river dries up.But you ignore all that because you're in such agonizing pain you bite off your tongue.You hear a voice saying, "It is done!" and you pray to God that it is. But you know He has abandoned you.God left.

DM: Hiding out at the Pitts Farm you feel confident of avoiding detection because though both you and Clell are well-known outlaws Bill Chadwell and Charlie Pitts have never been connected with any crime and you rely on those two to go into town for all your supplies and newspapers. You read how the James and Younger boys continue to pull robberies in Arkansas and Missouri but there are consequences: the Pinkerton Detective Agency is hired to bring you and your companions to justice. Frank and Jesse kill one Pinkerton Agent near their Farm but a second gunfight claims the lives of two more lawmen and John Younger near the Younger Farm, Jim Younger being the sole survivor.A letter arrives from Jesse telling you all to meet the rest of the gang in Texas and when you reunite the Gang is a grim bunch. All the remaining Younger Brothers are saddened by John's death with Jim openly blaming Frank and Jesse for getting him mixed up in robberies and swearing he wants nothing more to do with either of them and that he's going to California. Frank and Cole also think it's better that you all lie low for a time at the farm of their friend Bud McDaniels but not Jesse: he sees it as the best way to avenge John is to pull another robbery and the newer members of the gang, Clell, Charlie, Bill and Bob Younger all agree to join him in robbing a stagecoach here in Texas. You need to choose who you join.
Player: Join Frank and Cole at the McDaniels Farm
DM: You stay at the McDaniels Farm and soon learn that the robbery of a stagecoach in Texas went off without a hitch when the rest of the gang (bar Jim Younger who is still in California) rejoin you at the McDaniels Farm. The success of the robbery has encouraged Frank and Cole to join in fresh robberies and you soon have a new gang member in the form of Bud McDaniels, the cheerful life-long friend of the Younger family. Together you all plan a daring train robbery in Kansas but Bill and Charlie prefer to lay low this time and return to their hiding place at Charlie's farm as they are both enjoying the fact they haven't been identified as outlaws yet and have safety in their anonymity. You need to choose which group you join.

DM: Crossing the border into Arkansas you and your companions continue your crime spree by holding up a stagecoach one night outside the town of Hot Springs. After stopping the coach you all force the passengers to disembark at gunpoint and relieve them of their money and valuables. Escaping back across the border to Missouri you count the loot and find you have gotten away with $2,000, which split seven ways makes your share $200. Jesse now has plans to rob another train.
Player: Another Train Job
DM: At a little community called Gad's Hill you, Frank and Jesse board the night train, having come up with a new way to stop the train. Making your way to the locomotive you draw your pistols, take the driver hostage and order him to stop the train where the four Younger brothers are waiting next to a fire. They board too and while you and Frank guard the driver Jesse leads them to the back of the train to rob the Express Carriage. This safe is quite full and when you have finished the robbery you all mount your horses and ride off, back across the Arkansas border knowing state law forces can't pursue you across state lines. Counting the money you find you have stolen an impressive $12,000, $1,700 of which is yours.But your crime spree is not finished yet.
Player: Another Arkansas Hold-Up
DM: Keen to expand into new areas of criminal achievement Jesse has heard of a wealthy store owner in the little Arkansas town of Bentonville. Sure enough one evening you all ride into town and dismount outside, while the others hold the horses you and Cole enter the store and at gunpoint force the solitary owner to hand over the contents of the till. He might be wealthy by Bentonville standards but not by your standards, he hands over a paltry $200 which isn't large enough to warrant you getting a sizable share.Your unprecedented crime wave in Arkansas and Missouri has got the attention of the National Press and in Missouri you all read how the Pinkerton Detective Agency has been hired specifically to bring each and every member of the James-Younger Gang to justice. Though Jesse and Bob want to continue the crime spree the rest of you persuade them it is better that you all split up. Frank and Jesse decide to go back to the James Farm, Jim and John will go back to the Younger Farm while Cole and Bob decide to go and hide out at the Farm of their friend Bud McDaniels. You will have to pick one of these pairs to accompany.
Player: Hide out with Frank and Jesse at the James Farm
DM: Riding with the James boys you soon get back to their Farm where you hide out for a time until one night there is a knock on the door. Frank and Jesse's mother Zerelda opens it and a young man steps in. He claims he is a worker looking for work in the area and heard there might be a place in the James Farm. Zerelda leads him into the kitchen where you and your companions are waiting. You can tell just by looking at him he isn't a common worker and has the look of an educated man. Frank draws his pistol, cocks it and points it at the man. "You are a Pinkerton Detective," he declares. "I would bet my life on it."The man vigorously denies this but a quick search of him reveals a pistol in his pocket and incriminating papers. The three of you march him out of the Farmhouse and across several fields, interrogating him the whole way. Finally when Jesse holds a knife to his throat the man breaks down and admits he is a Pinkerton Detective called Joseph Whicher. You and Jesse glance at each other. "What do you want to do with him?" you ask. "Shoot him," Jesse replies. You silently glance among yourselves deciding who will do it.
Player: Leave it to Frank or Jesse to kill Whicher
DM: You are all silent for a moment and then Jesse walks up behind Whicher and shoots him in the back of the head. As he falls to the ground Jesse shoots him twice more in the back. Frank kneels down to check that he is dead before nodding. "Let's go," Jesse mutters and returning to the Farm the three of you mount your horses and ride south to Texas. A week later you are shocked to read of another gunfight in the area: two more lawmen caught up with Jim and John and in a raging gun battle both lawmen and John Younger were killed.As Pinkerton Agents pour into Missouri to avenge their slain Detectives Jesse fires off a series of letters summoning the whole Gang to Texas. Cole, Bob and Jim are devastated by the death of their brother, particularly Jim who blames Frank and Jesse for getting John involved in robberies in the first place, swearing he wants nothing more to do with them and declaring he's going to California. Frank and Cole think it's better to lie low at their friend Bud McDaniels's farm but Jesse is certain the best way to avenge John's death is to rob a stagecoach here in Texas and the newer gang members, Clell, Bill Chadwell, Charlie Pitts and Bob Younger all agree to join him. You have to choose who to go with.
Player: Join Jesse, Clell, Bill, Charlie and Bob in robbing a stagecoach in Texas

Player: Help Jesse, Clell, Bill, Charlie and Bob rob a stagecoach in Texas

Player: Join Frank, Jesse, Cole, Bob, Clell and Bud in robbing the Kansas train
DM: One winter's day you and your companions ride out to the train tracks near the town of Muncie. You start a fire right next to the tracks and hide in the trees: sure enough when the train comes down the line the driver sees the fire and stops the train. While Bob and Cole take the driver hostage you, Frank and Jesse board the Express Carriage and capture the messenger at gunpoint. Quickly emptying the contents of the safe into a sack you leave the train, all of you running back to where Bud and Clell are holding your horses.You ride a long distance from Muncie before you stop to count the money and when you do you discover you have really hit the jackpot big time: you have stolen $55,000 from the train, making your share a whopping $7,800. Everyone, especially Bud, are very happy but you know it is time to split up again. Frank, Jesse and Clell decide to hide out with friends near St Joseph, Missouri, Bud McDaniels declares he intends to rent a hotel room in Kansas City while Bob and Cole decide they are going down to Texas to stay with their old friend Bud's brother Tom McDaniels. You need to choose who to join.
Player: Go with Bud to Kansas City
DM: You join Bud in going to Kansas City where you both check into a hotel and begin celebrating your success at the train robbery by frequenting local bars. Unfortunately one night Bud drinks too much and brags to some girls that he helped rob the Muncie Train, they promptly tell some local lawmen. That night you are woken by a fist slamming against your hotel door and a voice calls out "This is the law Bill Grey, come out with your hands up in ten seconds or we start shooting!" You spring from your bed and glance around the room, the only exit apart from the door is the window but you are on the first floor and could hurt yourself quite badly if you try jumping out.
Player: Risk the jump
DM: Opening the window wide you slip your legs over the sill, brace yourself and slide down. You fall straight down fifteen feet and land in a crouching position, badly spraining your right wrist. Hissing in pain you spring to your feet as you hear your hotel door burst open above you and slip down an alleyway. Racing through the streets you find and steal a horse before riding out of town. A few days later when you are in another town you learn that Bud McDaniels was arrested and killed trying to escape.Your latest narrow escape has made you wary of fresh crimes for a while and you spend a year drifting around Kansas while your fellow gang members pull off more robberies and crimes. Finally in the summer of 1876 Jesse summons the whole gang together to meet in the little town of Otterville, Missouri to plan your most daring crimes yet.
Player: The gang comes together

DM: You travel with Jim out to California where the pair of you purchase a cabin, a tract of land and live a quiet life as farmers for two years. You continue to read about your companions committing more crimes but continuing to elude capture. Finally a letter arrives from Bob urging you both to return to Missouri where the Gang are planning their most daring crimes yet. "We'll have to go," Jim says with a great sigh. "I'll never forgive myself if the law catches or kills Bob and Cole like it did with John and I'm not there to help them." Reluctantly the pair of you leave your peaceful lives in California and in the summer of 1876 you return to Missouri to return to the outlaw life.
Player: A fateful year...
Player: Join Jim, Bill and Charlie waiting on the edge of town
DM: You join Jim, Bill and Charlie on the edge of town hoping the alarm will not be raised requiring you all to ride into town. Unfortunately, mere moments into the robbery, you hear a gunshot which is the signal for all of you ride into town. Spurring your horses into a gallop and drawing your pistols you ride down the street, firing your guns into the air and shouting for townsfolk to get off the street. Unfortunately by the time you all arrive the situation has degenerated into an all-out battle.Townsfolk have taken cover in buildings up and down the street, grabbed their weapons and are firing back at you all. Jim is hit in the left shoulder as you all gallop down the street and you are fired at by some people who have taken shelter in stores further down the street. Bill reins his horse to a halt and taking careful aim at the people he fires back at them with his pistol while Jim and Charlie keep riding on.
Player: Join Bill in firing at the people in the building
DM: You and Bill halt and fire your pistols at the people in the store but unfortunately there are several of them, they are behind cover adn they are armed with rifles. First Bill and then you are hit in the chest and with a wet gasp you fall from your horse onto the ground. Shot through the heart you rapidly bleed to death as the gunfight rages on.

Player: Hide out with Bob and Cole at the McDaniels Farm
DM: You and your friends hide out at the home of Bud McDaniels, who along with his brother Tom is a good friend of the Younger Family. There you read about the Pinkerton Detectives flooding into Missouri in search of you all. Frank and Jesse confront and kill one near their Farm, prompting you, Cole and Bob to flee south to Texas. You are still en route when you learn that two more lawmen have caught up with Jim and John and in a bloody gunfight both lawmen and John Younger are killed. Bob and Cole are devastated when you grimly report their brothers death to them.Reaching Texas you are soon joined by Frank and Jesse with the rest of the gang following soon after. Jim in particular is angry, blaming Frank and Jesse for John's death because they got him involved in robberies in the first place and he angrily swears he is going to California and wants nothing more to do with them. Frank and Cole also think it is better to lie low and hide out at Bud McDaniels's Farm but Jesse persuade the newer gang members Clell, Bill Chadwell, Charlie Pitts and Bob Younger that the best way to avenge John is to rob a stagecoach in Texas. Again you have to choose who to join.
Player: Join Jim Younger in going to California

Player: Go with Frank, Jesse and Clell to St Joseph
DM: You go with the James boys and Clell to hide out near St Joseph where you read in newspapers that Bud was identified as one of the Muncie train robbers and shot while trying to escape prison in Kansas City. His death saddens you all and drives you into hiding but in January 1875 you read even more incredible news in the newspapers. Suspecting that you and the others are in the area a small army of Pinkerton Agents surrounded the James Farm and blew it up with some kind of explosive. The explosion killed Frank and Jesse's eight year old brother Archie and tore their elderly mother Zerelda's right arm off.Frank and especially Jesse are overwhelmed with rage when they learn of the cowardly attack and Jesse's first reaction is to kill every single Pinkerton Detective involved in the raid. After calming a little he decides to settle for killing his neighbor Dan Askew who is wildly known to have allowed the Pinkertons to use his Farm as a base from which to launch the raid. One night the four of you approach the Askew Farm and knock on the door. When the old farmer opens his front door Jesse shoots him in the chest.
Player: Shoot him as well
DM: Raising your pistol you shoot the old farmer in the head killing him. Fleeing the scene rapidly you and your companions take to the woods where you live in hiding. Reading newspapers you learn that the Pinkerton Detective Agency are sending one of their Agents, Jack Ladd, to investigate Dan Askew's murder. As Ladd also took part in the attack on the James Family Farm Frank and Jesse see more opportunity for revenge and decide to kill the Pinkerton as well.Returning to the Askew Property armed with rifles you and your companions sneak through the trees and get yourself into a position from which you can see the farm house. You watch it for several hours until finally a man in a smart suit who you recognize as Ladd from the newspaper photographs emerges from the front door. "Now," Jesse murmurs and all of you raise your rifles. You consider whether or not to fire at the unsuspecting man.
Player: Shoot the Pinkerton
DM: Your aim is perfect and Ladd jerks as four bullets slam into his chest, knocking him to the ground. Fleeing the property you decide it is better to get out of Missouri and heading south to join Bob and Cole. Most of the newspapers, which were initially supportive of the James brothers after the attack on their family, are outraged by the two murders and urge people everywhere to shoot any member of the James-Younger Gang on sight.Going down to the McDaniels Farm you meet up with Bob, Cole and their host Tom McDaniels, brother of the slain Bud. Together with another friend and war veteran called Tom Webb the group are planning to rob a bank in West Virginia, far from your usual raiding areas. Frank likes the idea but uncharacteristically Bob, Clell and Jesse think it is better to lay low for a spell until the attention of the Pinkertons has worn off. You will have to choose who to join.
Player: Lie low with Jesse, Clell and Bob in Missouri
DM: You decide to stay in Missouri with your friends and hide out at the Farm of Hoobs Kerry, another former Guerrilla but a bit of a flake. The others travel to West Virginia and pull off their robbery but during their escape Tom McDaniels is shot and killed by a posse and Tom Webb is captured: only Frank and Cole make it back to Missouri. You spend the rest of the year and the first half of 1876 resting until Jesse summons all the Gang together for a meeting to plan your next robberies in the small Missouri town of Otterville.
Player: The Gang Reunites
Player: Join Cole and Clell in guarding the horses outside

Player: Join Frank, Cole and the two Tom's in robbing the bank in West Virginia
DM: On the morning chosen for the robbery you and your four companions ride into Huntingdon and dismount outside the town bank. While the two Tom's guard the horses you, Frank and Cole walk into the bank, draw your weapons, take the teller hostage, empty all the money in the vault into a sack and lock him inside the vault. Going outside you re-mount your horses and ride out of town. Once more it seems like you have pulled off another straight-forward robbery.You haven't got far from Huntingdon when suddenly you spot a dozen horsemen riding out of the town straight after you. "Now boys, ride for it," Cole calls out and all of you spur your horses into a gallop. You hear bangs behind you as the posse begin shooting their rifles and pistols at you all, the bullets whistling overhead and between you all. Suddenly Tom McDaniels reins his horse in and turns it about. "Fuck this," he calls out as he pulls his rifle from his saddle scabbard and begins firing back at the posse.
Player: Join Tom in returning fire
DM: Like Tom you turn your horse and fire back at the approaching riders. The posse fires a volley of shots at the pair of you and both of you are hit, Tom in the chest and you in the throat. Gasping wetly through the blood you turn your horse to try to ride away but the wound is fatal. You topple from your horse to the ground, Tom is also lying nearby. As your pursuers get closer and closer you stare up at the clear blue sky above you and silently expire.

Player: Take out your pistol and execute Whicher
DM: You walk up behind Whicher and shoot him in the back of the head. As he falls to the ground Jesse draws his pistol and shoots him twice more in the back. Frank kneels down to check that he is dead before nodding. "Let's go," Jesse mutters and returning to the Farm the three of you mount your horses and ride south to Texas. A week later you are shocked to read of another gunfight in the area: two more lawmen caught up with Jim and John and in a raging gun battle both lawmen and John Younger were killed.As Pinkerton Agents pour into Missouri to avenge their slain Detectives Jesse fires off a series of letters summoning the whole Gang to Texas. Cole, Bob and Jim are devastated by the death of their brother, particularly Jim who blames Frank and Jesse for getting John involved in robberies in the first place, swearing he wants nothing more to do with them and declaring he's going to California. Frank and Cole think it's better to lie low at their friend Bud McDaniels's farm but Jesse is certain the best way to avenge John's death is to rob a stagecoach here in Texas and the newer gang members, Clell, Bill Chadwell, Charlie Pitts and Bob Younger all agree to join him. You have to choose who to go with.

Player: Let Jesse finish him off
DM: Jesse shoots the old man twice more in the chest and he falls dead to the ground. Fleeing the scene rapidly you and your companions take to the woods where you live in hiding. Reading newspapers you learn that the Pinkerton Detective Agency are sending one of their Agents, Jack Ladd, to investigate Dan Askew's murder. As Ladd also took part in the attack on the James Family Farm Frank and Jesse see more opportunity for revenge and decide to kill the Pinkerton as well.Returning to the Askew Property armed with rifles you and your companions sneak through the trees and get yourself into a position from which you can see the farm house. You watch it for several hours until finally a man in a smart suit who you recognize as Ladd from the newspaper photographs emerges from the front door. "Now," Jesse murmurs and all of you raise your rifles. You consider whether or not to fire at the unsuspecting man.

Player: The Northfield Raid

DM: That morning you ride up to the bank and while your companions enter you, Clell and Cole wait outside. After a few moments two men approach the bank and though you and Clell move to intercept them the men are walking too fast and suddenly freeze as they witness your friends holding up the bank at gunpoint through the bank's glass windows. "Keep your damned mouths shut," Clell hisses and the men nod and start walking away when suddenly one of them starts shouting "Get your guns boys! They're robbing the bank!" Swearing Clell draws his pistol and fires a shot one of the men's head which misses.You, Cole and Clell quickly mount your horses and begin galloping up and dozen the street firing your pistols into the air and shouting "Get in, get in!" Alerted by the shot, Jim, Bill and Charlie gallop into town and begin imitating your tactics. Unfortunately for you and your friends the townsfolk quickly find their weapons and begin returning fire at you all from the safety of windows, doorways and store fronts. As he rides past the bank Cole shouts to the men inside "hurry up! They've given the alarm!"As you ride along the front of the bank you see a young man standing absolutely motionless nearby staring round in confusion. "Get off the damn street," Cole yells at him as he rides past but the man just steps at him before suddenly putting his hand into his pocket.

DM: You and your two friends go into hiding at the Younger Farm for a time but one morning you read in the papers that Frank and Jesse have killed a Pinkerton Detective near their Farm and you decide you'd better leave. After traveling all night you are hiding out at a friend's farm where you hear men making inquiries about you to the farm's owner. After they leave John is keen to get after those men and find out who they are and you and Jim reluctantly agree.Riding down the road you see three men riding ahead of you. You and Jim draw your pistols and John pulls a shotgun from his saddle scabbard and all three of you shout for the men to halt. One reins in but the third gallops away for his life, with casual accuracy Jim fires a shot that knocks the hat off his head but leaves the man beneath it untouched. As he vanishes down the road the rest of you close in on the two that remain and order them to throw their guns onto the road which they do.While Jim dismounts and begins collecting up the pistols you and John start questioning the two men. They insist they are cattle buyers but when you accuse them of being Pinkerton Agents one of the men suddenly pulls a small pistol from his pocket and shoots John in the throat. Knocked backwards by the force of the shot John instinctively shoots the man in the chest with his shotgun. The wounded lawman turns his horse away from you all and Jim fires a shot at him, missing. The second, unhurt lawman, also turns his horse away as you raise your weapon.
Player: Check to see if John is alright
DM: You glance at John who seems to have recovered, as you do Jim raises his pistol and shoots the fleeing uninjured lawman in the back of the head. While Jim runs over to check if he is alive John spurs his horse after the wounded lawmen and chases him straight across a field towards a copse of trees, dropping his shotgun as he goes and drawing a pistol which he fires at the man. You spur your horse after John and watch as he shoots the wounded lawman a second time knocking him from his horse. Exhausted and weakened from his injury Jim turns away without checking to see if the lawman is dead or not.
Player: Spur your horse into the thicket to check if the lawman is dead
DM: You gallop your horse straight towards the thicket and as you do the lawman shakily rises from cover and fires a pistol shot at you. The bullet hits you squarely in the right eye, toppling you from your saddle and you lie insensible on the ground. You are the fourth victim of a gunfight that claimed the lives of the two lawmen and your fellow outlaw John Younger. Your famous last gunfight will become the stuff of Western Legend, though this is no consolation to you as you lie dead on the green fields of Missouri.

Player: Let the others kill him
DM: You hold back from firing but the others don't and Ladd jerks as three bullets slam into his chest, knocking him to the ground. Fleeing the property you decide it is better to get out of Missouri and heading south to join Bob and Cole. Most of the newspapers, which were initially supportive of the James brothers after the attack on their family, are outraged by the two murders and urge people everywhere to shoot any member of the James-Younger Gang on sight.Going down to the McDaniels Farm you meet up with Bob, Cole and their host Tom McDaniels, brother of the slain Bud. Together with another friend and war veteran called Tom Webb the group are planning to rob a bank in West Virginia, far from your usual raiding areas. Frank likes the idea but uncharacteristically Bob, Clell and Jesse think it is better to lay low for a spell until the attention of the Pinkertons has worn off. You will have to choose who to join.

DM: "Ok, I'm coming out," you call wearily and open the hotel door to find a pistol pointing at your face. You and Bud are promptly taken to the Kansas City Jail but as you are taken to a cell a commotion breaks out a few cells away as a prisoner grabs a policeman who has got too close to the cells. The two lawmen escorting you and Bud promptly abandon you both to go and deal with the situation. Though handcuffed you both immediately take advantage of the situation and make a break for the unlocked front door of the Jail.Seeing what you are doing the lawmen shout in alarm and as you race down the street a shotgun blast suddenly fires behind you. The charge hits Bud in the back, nearly cutting him in half as he flies to the ground dead. You glance back and see a Deputy standing in the Jail doorway re-cocking his shotgun for another shot. An alleyway opens to your left and you could dart down that or you could keep going towards a horse tied to a hitching post a short way further down the street.
Player: Dart down the alley
DM: You reach the alley and dart down it just as the lawman fires again, the shotgun pellets whistling harmlessly across the mouth of the alley behind you. Racing down the alley and then through a tangle of streets you manage to find an unguarded horse, steal it and ride out of Kansas City. You find a blacksmith who can remove your handcuffs and unnerved by your narrow escape you spend the next year in hiding in Kansas until in the summer of 1876 you get a letter from Jesse telling you the Gang is gathering in Otterville, Missouri. Reluctantly you return to your outlaw life.
Player: July 1876: Otterville, Missouri
Player: Ignore him
DM: You turn away but seconds later you hear a gunshot and glancing back you find the young man shot through the head and lying motionless on the street. You turn away, this time just in time to see Clell get shot off his horse by a bullet fired from somewhere high. As you and Cole ride towards him and dismount Clell is in a bad way, lying on the ground with blood pouring from his face and shoulder. A quick check reveals he is indeed dead. Cole snatched up Clell's pistol and cartridge belt but as he does so a bullet hits his left leg.Glancing up you think you can see the man who shot and killed Clell. He is standing at an upper-story window rapidly reloading a rifle in his hands. Though it is a very difficult shot you could try to kill him.

Player: Keep riding after your companions
DM: You keep riding but a yell behind you makes you glance back: Tom McDaniels has been shot in the chest and he slowly falls from his horse to the ground. You and your surviving companions concentrate on outracing your pursuers across the prairie and though they follow you all day at nightfall they finally break off the pursuit. Weary and exhausted you stop to count the money you have stolen: though you made off with $10,000 from the bank Tom was carrying some of it when he was shot so your share of the robbery is only $2,000."We need to split up in case they keep coming after us," Cole says wearily. "Frank and I will keep going west into Kentucky, Tom you turn south and head into Tennessee. Keep a low profile and we will all meet up together again back in Missouri. This could be desperate work." You consider who you will go with.
Player: Go west into Kentucky with Frank and Cole

Player: Join Frank, Jesse and Bob in entering the bank
DM: You and your friends ride up to the bank, leave your horses tied up outside and go in. There are three tellers but no customers inside the bank and drawing your pistols you approach the tellers. "We're robbing this bank," Jesse declares. "Don't any of you holler, we've got forty men outside." The tellers raise their hands and Frank wanders inside the vault to look at the safe inside. As he does one of the tellers suddenly grabs the vault door and starts pulling it shut. Frank darts back and jams his arm forward as the teller slams the door on it, running forward Bob hits the teller with his pistol and knocks him to the floor.You all approach the fallen man, Frank angrily rubbing his crushed arm, and drawing a small knife from his pocket Jesse holds it to the injured teller's neck. "Open the safe or I'll cut your damn throat from ear to ear," Jesse snarls. "You'll have to cut my throat because I can't open the safe," the man replies bravely. A shot from outside makes you all glance at the door. As you do another of the tellers springs into action, and dashes away, through a back door and out into the street. "Get him," Jesse shouts.
Player: Chase after the fleeing teller and shoot him
DM: Racing to the backdoor you point your pistol at the fleeing man and fire. The bullet hits the teller in the back of his shoulder, though the man stumbles he makes it to the edge of the street and vanishes round a corner. As you shut the door and go back inside the bank you can hear shots outside and suddenly Cole's voice yelling "Hurry up, they've given the alarm!" "God damn you, open the safe," Jesse barks at the teller on the floor and fires his pistol at the floor next to the man's head.You and Bob quickly scoop all the loose notes you can find off the counter while Frank and Jesse continue to threaten the fallen teller who bravely refuses to help them in any way. Dozens of gunshots are ringing out on the streets outside now and again you hear Cole's voice shouting "They're killing our men! Get out here!" "Fuck you," Jesse snarls, hitting the teller in the face again with his gun and then he and Bob give up and run out of the bank. As you are about to follow them you notice Frank massaging his wounded arm and eyeing the teller. "We should kill that son of a bitch," Frank says to you.

Player: Shoot the man in the head
DM: Your shot hits the man in the head and he falls to the ground fatally wounded. You turn away just in time to see Clell get shot off his horse by a bullet fired from somewhere high. As you and Cole ride towards him and dismount Clell is in a bad way, lying on the ground with blood pouring from his face and shoulder. A quick check reveals he is indeed dead. Cole snatched up Clell's pistol and cartridge belt but as he does so a bullet hits his left leg.Glancing up you think you can see the man who shot and killed Clell. He is standing at an upper-story window rapidly reloading a rifle in his hands. Though it is a very difficult shot with a pistol you could try to shoot and kill him.

Player: Concentrate on getting all the money you can
DM: You ignore the fleeing man and begin scooping all the loose change you can find on the counter into a sack but Bob runs after him, stands in the back door of the bank and fires a shot at the fleeing man. Coming back inside the bank he slams the door. As he does you can hear shots outside and suddenly Cole's voice yelling "Hurry up, they've given the alarm!" "God damn you, open the safe," Jesse barks at the teller on the floor and fires his pistol at the floor next to the man's head.You and Bob quickly scoop all the loose notes you can find off the counter while Frank and Jesse continue to threaten the fallen teller who bravely refuses to help them in any way. Dozens of gunshots are ringing out on the streets outside now and again you hear Cole's voice shouting "They're killing our men! Get out here!" "Fuck you," Jesse snarls, hitting the teller in the face again with his gun and then he and Bob give up and run out of the bank. As you are about to follow them you notice Frank massaging his wounded arm and eyeing the teller. "We should kill that son of a bitch," Frank says to you.

DM: Your shot hits the man in the back of the head and he falls from his horse. While Jim runs over to check if he is alive John spurs his horse after the wounded lawmen and chases him straight across a field towards a copse of trees, dropping his shotgun as he goes and drawing a pistol which he fires at the man. You spur your horse after John and watch as he shoots the wounded lawman a second time knocking him from his horse. Exhausted and weakened from his injury Jim turns away without checking to see if the lawman is dead or not.
Player: Approach cautiously with pistol ready
DM: You approach cautiously and as you do the badly-wounded lawman rises from cover to fire a shot at you. You fire first, hitting him in the chest for the third time and knocking him down, fatally wounded. Turning you spot your friend John reeling in his saddle nearby, blood pouring down his chest from his neck. As you ride towards him he suddenly topples to the ground. Reaching him you dismount and drop to your knees alongside him as his brother Jim runs up but it is too late. Your friend John is dead.Two farmer working in a nearby field witnessed the gunfight and run up. "See that my brother is buried right," Jim tells them, tears in his eyes, as he takes John's pistol from his motionless hand and you both run back to where you left your horses. Remounting you leave the two lawmen and John lying dead on the bloody field. Riding south you escape Missouri and eventually make it to Texas where you rejoin the rest of the Gang.Jim is inconsolable and blames Frank and Jesse for his brother's death, claiming they lured John into taking part in their robberies. Swearing he never wants to see them again he declares he is going to California. Frank and Cole also think it is a good idea to lie low at their friend Bud McDaniels's farm but not Jesse: he thinks the best way to avenge John is to rob a stagecoach here in Texas and the newer members of the gang, Clell, Bill Chadwell, Charlie Pitts and Bob Younger, agree with him. You have to choose who you will accompany.

Player: Go with Jim Younger to California

Player: TV, was it? Anything in particular?
DM: "Actually," she begins. Of course she has something picked. "Can we try that one movie based on your favorite book?" It's not that great, but you're surprised she's paid that much attention. You agree, and the two of you move to the downstairs couch. After turning on the system and putting the disc in, you both settle in. There is an empty promise to stay awake from her. Before long, however, when you turn to ask her what she thinks of it, you find her to be sound asleep. You regret not planning ahead for this. All in all, it doesn't seem uncommon of her. You debate whether to stay and not displace her from where she's settled on your chest, go upstairs to catch some shut eye before class or work in the morning, or take her with you.
Player: She sleeps like a rock. Now's your chance to go crash by yourself!
DM: She's probably expecting you to, and you have no qualms about leaving her to sleep downstairs. After making sure she's got a blanket and adequate pillow, you stumble upstairs and crash face first into your pillow. In the morning, you wake up late because you never set your alarm. Thinking you at least have time to make breakfast for the both of you, you go down to wake her, but she's gone. You both talk off and on for months after that, but you never do figure out what happened that night.
Player: Are you going to be here long?
DM: Your honesty holds merit, and she appreciates that. Though she's now quite convinced that she's intruded, and wishes to reconcile. She manages a half hearted laugh. "Not too long," and bounces back on her heel. "I just wanted to talk.... I'm not sure what was so important now."

Player: Go south into Tennessee with Tom Webb
DM: You and Tom split off from the other two and ride south. For five days you make your way out of West Virginia and across Tennessee until you feel confident you have left your pursuit behind you but you are mistaken. One afternoon as you are trotting your horses along a rocky hill path several lawmen suddenly rise from behind several rocks to your right and level their rifles at you. "Throw up your hands gentlemen," one of the lawmen calls out. "You are under arrest."After a moment's hesitation Tom raises his hands. He is between you and the lawmen giving you a little time and glancing to your left you see the hillside descends steeply into a tree-lined valley. You could spur your horse down into the valley but it would be very dangerous and if you horse trips or fall he could roll down the hill, killing you both. As the lawmen approach slowly and cautiously you know you only have seconds to decide.
Player: Surrender like Tom
DM: Meekly you raise your hands into the air and together with Tom you are taken into custody. Imprisoned in Nashville you are put on trial and witnesses from Huntingdon swiftly identify both of you as men who helped rob the bank. You both refuse to name your fellow outlaws and together you are both sentenced to eight years imprisonment for armed robbery. This effectively ends your outlaw career and until 1883 you are forced to perform hard labor in the prison.Over the following years your companions are all captured or killed. Bill, Clell and Charlie are killed and Bob, Cole and Jim are captured following a failed bank robbery in Minnesota the year after your capture. Frank and Jesse remain at large for another six years until Jesse is murdered by a friend of his called Robert Ford while he hangs a picture on the wall and to avoid the same fate Frank surrenders himself. Finally the long years of prison end and in the winter of 1883 you and Tom are released. Frank soon after is acquitted after a series of trials and both of you decide to renounce your outlaw ways and enter into a peaceful retirement.

Player: Do it
DM: You try to kill yourself, but, instead of slicing vertically you slice horizontally.You wake up in the hospital. Sam is beside you, rubbing your forehead. Nate is standing by your bedside. Your parents are there. You attend Jimmy's funeral some time later. You still mourn for him for much of your life. You and Nate become distant as time goes on. You marry Sam, and continue down a spiral, eventually turning 42 and you're staring at a girl in a diner...
Player: End it all
DM: You decide to do what you came here to do. Nothing matters, anymore. Fuck Sam, fuck Sarah, fuck you. You stand at the edge of oblivion.And you fall into it.

DM: You don't have much time to contemplate it, though, because the door swings open and you are faced with a demon. You do have the element of surprise, because it wasn't expecting you here, plus it only has a sword and you have a crossbow. You fire a bolt into its chest, but the projectile just bounces off, and then the demon rushes you. You've got no choice but to fight, anything else will get you killed.
Player: Stand your ground and fight
DM: The figure charges towards you, its sword held tightly in both hands and pointed forward so that if it gets within five feet of you, you'll be dead. You dodge to the side and the blade-wielding creature nearly runs into the wall, but then turns about before you can even fire a bolt. He comes straight towards you again, and you fire a crossbow bolt straight into his face. It hits him in the forehead, though you note a slight advantage as he brings his sword up in an ill-fated attempt to block. When he cannot knock the bolt aside, his sword weights down his arms for a brief moment and his sword goes down to the side.You only have a few moments before he recovers and comes towards you again. In that time, you might be able to get to the portal, though it's unlikely that you would reach it in time, and you'd have to go around the demonic figure. Your wrist-bow is still loaded, and you have easy access to a large number of bolts for your crossbow, so that might be your best option.Perhaps, however, doing battle on this thing's terms might suit you. You could put a knife neatly into its neck, judging by the way that its head is tilted slightly upwards. You just hope that the maneuver would not end up terribly wrong, likely getting your head removed in the process.He's almost manage to get over the unbalancing effects of his failed deflection and of the crossbow bolt which is quickly burning away, so you'll have to act now, whatever it is you're planning to do.
Player: Draw two knives and charge
DM: You take out your knives and run forward, countering all of his attempts at charging. The duel is quick and brutal. Bringing your left-hand knife down, you lower his sword and thrust forward with your right-hand knife. The strike is true and he stumbles backwards, pain clear on his features. A few moments pass, with you running towards him, then he raises his sword and cuts across your arm.Pain pulses through you, but it only makes you stronger. A knife comes quickly towards your enemy's head, and he ducks under it. You expected this, of course, as it was his only way of escaping, and you were ready to block the counter that didn't come, so there was no way he could have killed you just then.Unless, of course, he has some sort of special power, which is rather probable. He raises his hand and goes to snap his fingers, and you, knowing that this is almost certainly a bad sign, stab forward into that hand, breaking off his concentration. The wound heals quickly and it pushes you back with several blocked strikes, renewed vigor clear on its face.
Player: The fight continues

Player: Surrender to the lawmen
Player: Make for the horse
DM: You keep running down the street but the shotgun explodes into life behind you. Dozens of tiny razor-sharp pellets tear through your back and emerge out your chest, shredding your heart and other organs. The blast throws you down onto the street and kills you in an instant of oblivion, conclusively ending your attempt to escape justice.

DM: The scroll expands into a large paper square, then folds itself many times into an origami jet ski. The jet ski revs its engine multiple times, inviting you to climb on board.
Player: Name the jet ski
DM: What would you like to name the jet ski?
Player: God's One True Son
DM: You have named the jet ski "God's One True Son". It revs its engine as a sign of respect.
Player: Board the jetski.
DM: The jet ski launches itself through my dad's wall, creating a jet ski shaped hole next to my dad's window. It moves at an alarming speed. A flock of Canadian Geese flies by you in the opposite direction. Because of this, you can tell that the jet ski is heading north.
Player: Turn around and follow the geese for a while.
Player: Stand still and observe the walrus.
DM: The walrus continues to balance the egg and fish basket on their head. They're doing a pretty good job but it seems like there's still a chance that they might mess up and blow it if you distract them.

Player: Investigate the cemetery
DM: You walk through the cemetery: it is an overwhelming sight. The graves are almost all of men and most of them died on 1 April 1945. There are not many graves after that date but you do find an interesting one with no photo that reads:"In memory of the unknown person whose remains were found upon Han Island 25 August 1960. RIP." Someone has very recently put fresh flowers before the grave.
Player: Go back the way you came

Player: A last enemy
DM: By the 1890's as you enter your fifties it seems that you have put your outlaw past behind you and become a respectable citizen. You have little touch with your former fellow Outlaws: Jesse James, John Younger, Clell Miller, John Jarette, Charlie Pitts, Wood Hite, Bill Chadwell, Oll Shepherd, Little Arch Clement, Bud McDaniels and Tom McDaniels are all dead. Bob Younger and Clarence Hite are dead too, claimed by tuberculosis while Charley Ford has shot himself, overwhelmed by guilt for his role in Jesse's death. Tom Webb, Bill Ryan, Tucker Bassham and Hoobs Kerry all vanished after their release from prison while Cole Younger and Jim Younger are still incarcerated. That leaves just yourself, Frank James, George Shepherd and Dick Liddil alive on the outside, and naturally you have little contact with the last two.You do see the face of an enemy one summer day when you are in a little town called Creede in Colorado to transact some business. Bob Ford, the man who murdered your friend Jesse, owns a saloon in town and you recognize him in the street. Hatred fills you and you strongly consider killing the man who killed your friend. Doing so would of course put you back outside the law again but it would be a fitting revenge after he betrayed and murdered Jesse James.You carefully consider what to do.
Player: Let him be
DM: You manage to control yourself and turn your back on your outlaw life once and for all, riding out of Creede without exacting any vengeance. It doesn't matter: soon after you read in the newspapers that Bob Ford has been killed by a man called Ed O'Kelley who had a general dislike of him. Growing old gracefully you move into the Twentieth Century.

DM: "THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN, THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN" you bellow as one by one each walrus turns to look at you. Some of them start to bob their heads. It's really hard to balance the basket on your head and scream at the same time.
Player: Scream as loud as you can
DM: You scream the lyrics as loud as you physically can. After the third chorus you lose your balance and drop all of the snow from the basket on your head. An orca whale ascends from the ice below and swallows you whole. The last thing you hear as death takes you is the steady rhythm of meaty fins slapping together at the exact tempo of Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back In Town". You do not meet God in heaven.
Player: Bang your head against the ice to create a distraction.
DM: You bang your head real loud against the ice and it hurts a whole bunch. This does nothing to stop the little walrus from balancing but now some of the other walruses are staring at you.

DM: 'I am a rare item hunter, and you look like the sort who goes around adventuring and finding rare items. Would you mind if me and Ballyhoo joined you?' 'Sure, meet me at the inn.' You say. They agree, and you leave them.
Player: You return to Battleon
DM: You open your eyes to see who is hitting your head. It's the Book of Lore. 'Hey Hero! Wake up! Now that you've finished your training, you can go back to Swordhaven and see what errands the King has for you to run!' 'If you don't stop doing stupid things to me, I'm going to burn you. Besides, the King doesn't give me errands, he gives me QUESTS!' 'I'm not combustible. Sending you to do his dirty work is giving you errands to run, isn't it?' You decide not to reply it and hit the road. Five hours later... You are officially at war. With the Book of Lore who insists that King Alteon gives you errands, not quests. You and it haven't been talking for 5 hours already, and you want to talk to it, but your ego holds you back. You walk in silence until you reach Battleon. You wander around town, and see several interesting places. (When you are done exploring, go to the inn) Where do you want to go?
Player: Magic Shoppe
DM: You enter the Magic shoppe. You look around at the wares. There are many items, like robes, staves and wands. There doesn't seem to be anyone here. There is a notice at the door: 'Please pay by leaving money at the spot where you take an item. Steal at your own risk.-Warlic, The Blue Mage.' You don't see anyone around, and the stuff here is pretty expensive too! Do you want to steal anything?
Player: No! I'm a Hero, and I don't steal.
DM: You look around for a while, admiring the various magical objects, then return to Battleon. Maybe someday you'll meet this mysterious 'Warlic'
Player: Back to battleon!

Player: "Please don't kill me!" you shout
DM: "Please don't kill me!" you shout in hopes this creature will back off. "You asked for it." The creature says. "Too bad..." The creature lunges after you and the next thing you see is black. Sorry you've lost the game. Please click "The beginning" to try again. Otherwise, it's the end of the game. Please leave your comments telling me how you like it. Thanks for playing.

DM: - 2 You ignored your brother and continue talking to Taevy. "I feel like eating mangoes." You said. Taevy looked at you, "Me too! I have been craving for mangoes but its been getting so expensive, I can never afford to buy it." She says sadly. Your little brother, Ding-Yang sat beside you. "Me too. Everyday I eat the same tapioca, potatoes and rice. It is no wonder I can't seem to remove my waste regularly.Do you think I should change my diet?"
Player: You tell him to continue eating as usual.
DM: - 2 "No, just continue eating like this. Its not as if we have a choice. The only alternative is to go without food. And honestly, I rather be eating tapioca, sweet potatoes and yams everyday as compare to dying of starvation." You said in a rude tone. Both Taevy and Ding-yang just sat silently beside you. You know, at this point, you had hurt their feelings. Regretfully, you start to think of ways to compensate for your tone of voice. Suddenly, you have a brilliant plan.
Player: "Well, there are mango and dragonfruit trees in the jungle behind Bukit Merah, shall we go?" You said with a mischievious smile.
DM: -1 Immediately after you suggested the idea to go fruit-hunting in the jungle, both Taevy and Ding-Yan faces lit up. 'YES!" they said enthusiastically . "How about going now? While the sun is still up?" Taevy says excitedly. Both you and Ding-Yan agreed. You were so thrilled with the idea that you can almost feel the sweet and tangy taste of mangoes. The three of you happily set off to go to the jungle ahead, without taking any precautions on what may happen.
Player: All of you managed to reach the jungle before sunset safely.
DM: As soon as you saw the jungle, you started to feel a shiver of fear . You turned to your left and right and can sensed both Taevy and Ding-Yang feeling the same way. Being the oldest, you lead the group in and started to walk in the direction of the mango trees that you thought was situated. All of a sudden, you hear loud rustling tree branches and heavy footsteps and a big hand grabbed you by the shoulder. "What are you doing here?! Who are you?!" You hear big men with broken lips and peeling skins yelling at you. Both Taevy and Ding-Yang hide behind you in fear. "We were looking for mangoes, we meant no harm! All we wanted was to look for mangoes." You said in fear. The leader of the group then said, "Mangoes? My dear boy, if there were mangoes or any fruits out here, none of us would be suffering from scurvy!" He pointed to the peeling skin on his face. "We are communist and we have been hiding here in the jungle, living on rice and tapioca, ever since the war started. Now don't let us see you here again!" he warned before pushing us to the direction of the jungle exit. We quickly nodded and ran all the way back home, too afraid to turn around. We may not have gotten our fruits but at least we managed to get out of the jungle safe and sound.

DM: You walk into the large upstairs living room, a comfortable room with two large sofas and a wide-screen TV on a table forming a wide triangle open at the corners with another table in the middle. Though the windows are open there is the faint smell of cigarette smoke in the room and an ashtray is piled high with ash and cigarette buds on a window sill. You find a few empty wine bottles next to the bin as well but no glasses indicating that whoever drank in this room apparently took their glasses down to the kitchen. Apart from a bookshelf lined with textbooks and two study tables cluttered with papers and more textbooks there is nothing else of interest in this room.
Player: And back again
DM: You walk into the upstairs corridor, which is very similar to the downstairs corridor except for the absence of any blood stains on the carpet, which is plain and unmarked. On the long north wall is a row of bedroom doors labelled 5-8. On the narrow west side of the corridor is another door marked Bathroom and on the narrow east side of the corridor is another door marked Maintenance Room. To the southwest, near the Bathroom Door and opposite Room 8, is another door marked Day Room and to the southeast, near the Maintenance Room and opposite Room 5, is a door marked Lobby; this is the door you came through to get here after going up the stairs.
Player: Go into the Day Room
Player: Go back to the upstairs Lobby
DM: You walk up the stairs and emerge onto a little landing where two small armchairs and a little circular table stand. There is nothing remarkable in this small space and a door before you opens out onto the upstairs corridor.

Player: Fire up at the sniper
DM: You fire up at the man, missing, and a moment later he fires back, hitting you in the throat. You fall backwards to the ground, your pistol flying from your grasp. You are dimly aware of Cole at your side shouting something in your ear but you can't hear him. You quickly bleed to death as the gun battle rages on, one of five men killed on this bloody day.

Player: Buy a gun and kill Bob Ford
DM: Making your way to a nearby gun store you buy a shotgun. After loading and cocking the gun you enter Bob Ford's saloon to find the man you are looking for standing at the bar with his back to you. "Hello Bob," you call out and the young man turns around. Raising the shotgun you fire both barrels directly into his throat, nearly blowing his head off. As Bob Ford is blasted to the floor everyone in the saloon stares at you in stunned silence as you slowly lower the shotgun."That's for Jesse James," you declare.You surrender without a struggle and after a short trial you are naturally found guilty of murder. The Judge takes a very lenient view of the killing and you are sentenced to just nine years imprisonment, being released in 1901. You never regret the killing of Bob Ford.

DM: Before you can finish your sentence, Santa Claus transforms into a commercial fishing boat, killing you instantaneously. "Sorry", he says to your flattened corpse. "This was an act of self defense. I still cannot permit you to meet God in heaven".
Player: Investigate the rattle.

DM: You go with Tucker back to his farm, all the while having to endure his inane conversation conveying how excited he is by the amount of money you have made. He takes a shopping trip into Jackson and apparently brags loudly about taking part in the Glendale train robbery because the next morning there is a knock on his cabin door. When Tucker answers it you hear a man declare "Tucker Bassham, you are under arrest for train robbery." You spring to your feet and glance around, you are in your bedrrom a short way away and though there is only one door that leads into the kitchen where Tucker is there is a window. You could try jumping through the window to escape but it would make a loud noise and could be dangerous.
Player: Surrender instead
DM: You meekly surrender to the lawmen and together with Tucker you are both conveyed to Jackson for your trial. The trial itself is a short affair thanks largely to Tucker's testimony which names you and every other participant in the Glendale train robbery. You are found guilty and sentenced to an incredibly lenient two years imprisonment as the Glendale robbery is the only crime you are charged with and found guilty of. During your imprisonment you read that Ed Miller's body was discovered in Missouri, apparently killed by Jesse James. Bill Ryan is arrested a year after you but the other gang members are still at large by the time you and Tucker are released in the winter of 1881. Tucker immmediately goes into hiding while you go to Missouri to join up with Jesse, Wood Hite and Dick Liddil.By this time Jesse has managed to expand his gang, persuading his brother Frank to join him, his cousin Clarence Hite (Wood's younger brother) and a friend of Dick Liddil's called Charley Ford have also joined the gang. Jesse is delighted to see you again and it doesn't take him long to persuade you to join him and the others in his latest train robbery planned in Missouri on the fifth anniversary of the disastrous Northfield Raid...
Player: Go with Frank to Tennessee
DM: You travel with Frank to Tennessee and there you live quietly in hiding, reading in newspapers as the James Gang is destroyed. First Dick Liddil and Charley Ford surrender to the law after killing Wood Hite in a gunfight. Next Clarence Hite is arrested in his hotel in Kentucky. Finally Charley's younger brother Bob Ford goes up behind Jesse James as he is hanging a picture on the wall and shoots him in the back of the head. The murder of your friend shocks America and signals an end to your outlaw career.

DM: You and your new friends go to Wood's farm and lie low for a few months. You are startled to read that Tucker Bassham has been arrested in Missouri and promptly named you and every other participant in the Glendale train robbery; soon after you read that Ed Miller's body has also been discovered in Missouri, allegedly killed by Jesse James. A few months later Jesse himself turns up at the Farm looking grim and full of plans for your next robbery.
Player: More Robberies
Player: Help Jesse and Bill rob a stagecoach in Kentucky
DM: You and your two companions ride out to Mammoth Cave, a popular tourist destination. You all wait by the side of the road and when a stagecoach full of tourist approaches you all surround it, pistols in hands. Forcing the unarmed driver and passengers to disembark you relieve them of their money and valuables before riding cross-country back to the Hite Farm. Counting your loot there you find you have made off with $2,000, making your share $600.Back at the Hite Farm Jesse is not content with your takings and having learned there is a large sum of money held in a store in the nearby town of Mercer he decides to rob that as well. Again he chooses to take Bill with him and also Dick while Wood will remain at the Farm making sure the place remains safe and keeping a watch out for lawmen. Again Jesse offers you the choice of whether to join him and the others in the robbery or remain at the Farm.
Player: Wait with Wood at the Hite Farm
DM: You stay with Wood at the Hite Farm while the others ride into Mercer to commit their robbery, only succeeding in robbing an already empty safe. Jesse is very put out but after a winter spent exploring various states he learns that a similar payroll is being transported to the town of Muscle Shoals in far-off Alabama, a long way from your usual operating places. Jesse is determined to get the money and decides to take the ever-loyal Bill and Wood Hite with him this time, leaving Dick Liddil at the Hite Farm. Again he offers you the choice of accompanying him or staying at the Hite Farm.
Player: Go with Jesse, Bill and Wood to rob the payroll
DM: Traveling south to Alabama with your friends you make your way to Muscle Shoals and learn what route the man carrying the payroll usually takes into town. Making your way to a lonely part of the road you all hide in some trees until the paymaster comes into sight. Emerging with pistols in your hands you all relieve him of the sack of money he is carrying before riding off across the countryside. When you stop to count the money you find you have stolen $5,000, making your share $1,200.You and your companions are pleased by the easy job, especially Bill. "I think I'll go back to Adairville in Kentucky to celebrate with some of my old friends," he says. "Don't be there too long," Jesse says. "I think I'm going to go and talk to Frank and some other boys to get them to join the boy. This summer I think we should start hitting trains in Missouri." Agreeing to meet up at the Hite Farm Jesse and Wood part ways with Bill leaving you free to choose who to join.
Player: Go with Jesse and Wood to talk to Frank
DM: That summer you accompany Jesse and Wood to Tennessee where Frank is living a peaceful life in retirement as a farmer. Jesse manages to persuade his brother to return to the outlaw life while Wood also recruits his younger brother Clarence Hite. As you are all traveling back to the Hite Farm you learn that Bill Ryan has been arrested in Adairville after being recognized as a wanted outlaw. Despite this setback the five of you rejoin Dick Liddil at the Hite Farm where Jesse discusses his latest plans.

Player: A Message
DM: You have little choice. The Queen is angry with you because you've rebuffed her. The King is angry with you because he thinks you're trying to put one over on him. You're certain he'd have you killed if he could do it without violating rules of hospitality.Lycia isn't exactly a safe place these days. Is the message THAT important?Maybe you should look to see what the King so desperately needs to have delivered?
Player: Open the Message
DM: Oh no. King Proteus expects you to deliver your own death warrant!This wasn't exactly the kind of adventure you had in mind.Exiled from home, and a warrant out for your death aren't conducive to grand adventuring. You're forced into hiding, changing your name and living out your life as a farmer.You have failed.

Player: Go back out into the village
Player: Go into the Temple
DM: You walk up to the Temple and examine it. It is a simple stone building fantastically decorated with intricate carvings and paintings of Chinese deities. Incense burns pleasantly in niches and the thick smell makes you feel sleepy. Shaking your head slightly you walk away trying to think what else you can do.

DM: Using you're helmet's targeting computer, you get the necessary co-ordinates, being very careful not to screw up. To do so would mean having your own squad bombarded.You flick through to the encrypted Company channel. All the nearby squads are co-ordinated through here."This is Sentinel of the 501st to the 486th artillery. I need five rounds to this position."You upload the co-ordinates of the enemy troops."This is Tortoise of the 486th, we're placing a test shot now. You're lucky we're free up, had to cover the guys flanking you, they nearly got caught by a charge.A humming, crackling noise fills your ears as a massive, green, cylindrical glob of plasma arcs over your head and splatters the open ground in front of you."Fifty metres short.""We hear you."Another shot comes down, this time higher. You see it go down behind the scattered obstacles."You're good to go." You turn your head and watch, fascinated. The distant cannons erupt and gouts of incandescent green pour from them into the air. Spent cases like oil drums are ejected. The plasma arcs through the sky over your head, surface tension gradually clumping it together, until it hits with a smack and splatters everywhere, fizzing, then disappearing..."That's five rounds."
Player: Sit tight
DM: You can see no sign of enemy troopers through the gloomy darkness; they must have been killed or pulled out. Your squad seems secure all down the line."Pretty quiet now, eh?""We hit them so hard, they're running!", says Harridan.You wait, preparing yourself... (Restore 4 health and add 4 Rifle cartridges to your Chart)
Player: If not, you have some thinking to do
DM: There is now a lull in the shooting. If you don't counterattack, the Taktat troopers will charge. However, charging into a force that outnumbers you may not be a good idea... unless you've made the necessary arrangements...The squads in your company have drawn back from the perimeter and are fighting more closely. The Taktat troopers won't find it as easy this time...
Player: If you want to counterattack

Player: Go with Clarence to Adairville
DM: You accompany Clarence to Adairville but your companion is so sick with his terminal tuberculosis that mostly he keeps to his room. One afternoon you are both eating dinner in the hotel's restaurant when several Deputy Sheriffs enter the room and immediately walk towards you. Immediately you know they are here to arrest you and a quick glance around reveals a door to the kitchen just a few feet from you. You could try to make a break for it but as all the Deputies are armed with guns it could be dangerous.
Player: Surrender
DM: Like Clarence you raise your hands in surrender and allow the lawmen to take you into custody. Imprisoned in Adairville you soon learn that Dick Liddil and Charley Ford have surrendered to the law after killing Wood Hite in a gunfight. Soon after Charley's younger brother Bob shoots Jesse James in the back of the head while your friend has a picture on the wall. In order to avoid his brother's fate Frank James surrenders to the law in Missouri, finally bringing the James Gang to an end.You and Frank go to court together in a remarkable series of trials that see Dick, Charley and Clarence all testify against you. In a remarkable series of trials that go on for three years you defeat all the charges against you both through lack of evidence, aggressive cross-examination and outright perjury. Finally in the spring of 1885 you are both released and for the first time in nearly twenty years you finally succeed in putting your outlaw life behind you.

Player: Remain with Wood at the Hite Farm
Player: Stay at the Hite Farm with Dick

DM: You return to the kitchen and join Ed sitting at the table. A moment later Jesse walks up behind Ed and without a word he draws his pistol and shoots him in the back of the head, killing him instantly. Wrapping the body in a blanket you dump it outside before saddling up and riding away, heading to the Hite Farm in Kentucky where Wood, Dick and Bill are staying. When you arrive you learn that Tucker Bassham has been arrested in Missouri and named all of you who took part in the Glendale robbery, worsening Jesse's already grim mood.

DM: "Let's jump!" you yell, opening the window and jumping out, down to the hard ground of the footpath below.A05 does not follow you.The contact with the ground is the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. You guess that you'll never find out if A05 managed to save the city, as you're going to die before it reaches 2:32. You wish her good luck, then you can't wish for anything else.You were expecting to die today, but not like this.
DM: You decide to risk taking the next exit, despite not having a clue where it goes. You end up on a narrow, windy road with farmland on either side. You would usually take it relatively slow on a road like this, but since you could be dying in about 20 minutes, you drive as fast as you can. It's actually quite a fun experience; you've never driven this fast in your life. You're all alone on this road, speeding around corners; it's actually an experience you would have again!After a while, the road starts to go up a gentle hill and reaches a large mansion. You can tell by the look of it that someone very rich lives here. Unfortunately, there's nowhere to go. You've reached a dead end.Frustrated, you turn around and start driving back. All the fun has drained out of the drive now. When you reach the highway again, you look at your watch. It's 2:17. It was 2:09 when you turned off, meaning that you wasted 8 minutes on that dead end road. Damn.

DM: One word of advice first. Dragons HATE being attacked(who does?). Especially by wannabe Heroes throwing Fireballs. And they are immune to fireballs. Still want to Fireball the big dragon that can swipe you out of your crossbow bolt? You'll probably die a horrible death if you still do it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Player: NO! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!
DM: Well, its not easy to aim the crossbow so the bolt flies over the dragon and its easy to to fall off so you drop off just as the bolt is over the dragon. You land soundlessly and creep towards the head of the dragon where you see... THE PRINCESS! ALRIGHT! NOW IT'S TIME TO SAVE THE PRINCESS FROM THE THE DRAGON! JUST LIKE IN STORYBOOKS, FAIRY TALES AND MOVIES! You walk up to the Princess and say, 'It's alright now, Princess, I'm just going to take down this dragon and bring you home...' 'NOOO! GET YOUR OWN DWAGON!!! THIS DWAGON IS MINE!' screams the Princess. Wait a minute... WHAAATTT? 'A BWUE MOGWIN GAVE ME THIS DWAGON!' You stare at Zorbak who looks at a nearby normal looking cloud as if it was special. She shows you a ring on her finger and you recognize it as a Cursed Ring of Dragon Control. It's a ring that allows the wearer to control dragons... and also controls the wearer as well because the green dragon Gorkon cursed it after breaking free of it's control. 'MY DWADDY IS KING AND I'M SICK OF GWETTING PONIES FOR MY BIWRTHDAY! YAY DWAGONS!!' You stare at her in shock and disbelief... Then the Book of Lore says 'Well, what are you waiting for? Go save the Dragon by beating up the Princess!' Save the Dragon? You stare blankly at the Book. 'Oh Lore, why in the name of the game do I get stupid Heroes?' moans the Book. Then it leaps out and starts beating up the Princess. Zorbak joins in by using the Slime Staff to hit the Princess.
Player: Stare at them in shock(Holy Drakath! they beat up a princess!)
DM: They... They beat up the princess! Its an offense punishable by death! But you have no time to think about that right now, the dragon isn't flying... Hell, its losing altitude. You, Zorbak and the Book of Lore jump off right before the dragon crashes into a cliff. The Book of Lore spits out a page and as it touches the Princess, she disappears. Meanwhile... Artix: 'AMAZING! That's how a REAL HERO handles a desperate situation! Robina: Erm... by beating up a Princess and crashing a dragon?' Artix: 'LOL, she will be fine, all the Hero did was destroy the Cursed Ring of Dragon Control. I wonder what King Alteon will give the Hero as a reward?'

Player: One last enemy

Player: Join Jesse, Bill and Wood in robbing the payroll
Player: Go with Bill to Adairville
DM: Parting from the others you and Bill make your way to Adairville where you spend several days drinking in saloons and generally having a fun time. The fun ends abruptly one night when Bill gets into a drunken argument with someone and boasts that he is friends with Jesse James. Lawmen quickly arrive on the scene and before Bill knows what is happening he is under arrest. You are standing by the bar at the time a few feet from a side door and as lawmen advance on you with pistols in their hands you consider making a break for it, though it could be dangerous.
Player: Try escaping out a side door
DM: As the lawmen approach you suddenly make dart to the right, throw the door open and rush through. As the lawmen shout out you run down the alley outside, make it to a horse and mount up. You ride hard out of town and don't stop riding for 24 hours until you make it back to the safety of the Hite Farm: there you learn that Bill has been imprisoned for several years for his role in the Muscle Shoals payroll robbery but he has refused to name his companions. Soon after you arrive at the Hite Farm Jesse and Wood show up with their brothers Frank and Clarence Hite in tow, recruits for Jesse's latest plans.

DM: You carefully move the boxes in the back, hoping to uncover some kind of gasoline container. Even a small canister would do. Just enough to get you to a gas station.*Click* *Clack*A shotgun.The sound of the pump action drops a 10 pound weight in your stomach. Oh shit. Instinctively, you put your hands up, in clear view of whoever is behind you."What'n the hell are you, you doing in my shop?", a man's voice demands.You need to be careful about what you say. Maybe you can get out of this.
Player: "I needed some gas. My car is stuck on the side of the road."
DM: "You think I giv-ive a damn why you, you're digging in my garage?", he stammers and skips, "Turn around-ound."You slowly rotate until you're facing the man.God.His coveralls are half torn off, showing his upper body. Some sort of worm is half-burrowed inside him, dug into the right side of his stomach. The pale, vascular creature wriggles, dripping blood from the hole it's dug itself.You're speechless. You want to ask, Can you see what's latched to your fucking gut??. He doesn't appear to be in pain, or to even notice that the slug-like monster is attached to him.His eyes are dark and sunk into his head. He looks sick. Very, very sick. The only part of his face with color is his blood-stained mouth and chin. The area around the creature looks like Mike's arm, covered in large blisters and boils, and badly discolored. Parts of his stomach are black and rotten. The man is alive, yet his body is breaking down. Literally decomposing.The creature slithers deeper inside him. "Ouch, what the fuck!?!" he staggers backward, "No, no. You can't. Be.. How did you get in here? You fucking trespasser. You broke in? Who in the hell sent you here?" He raises the shotgun, and levels it with your head.
Player: If you move now, he'll shoot. Wait for a good opportunity.
DM: You stay where you are. Hoping you have a chance to escape."You're gonna die, die. You an' the rest." He grins.You notice the slug's pulsing speeds up. The man starts breathing heavily, and stops smiling. This could be your opportunity. The barrel of the shotgun drops a few inches, but is still pointed directly at you. The mechanic's hands are shaking, and barrel is swaying side-to-side. You're both silent. You wait, deciding what to do. The worm breaks through the silence, slurping and squirming, digging it's way deeper into the man's core. His eyes wide, nostrils flared, mouth screaming, the mechanic drops his weapon and grabs his stomach.

Player: Go into the Natural History Section
DM: You are drawn to the Natural History section, where many notable specimens of animals and plants are kept.
Player: Look at the case of Small Fossils
Player: Go into The Art Gallery
DM: There are plenty of beautiful paintings of the Shire here. There are bridges over running rivers, as well as woods. One catches your eye; it is of a tree, with each leaf individually painted. The sign says the painting is called "Leaf, by Niggle".

DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [5]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 5, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0
Player: 1. Assign this roll to Single Number
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [1]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 52. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0
Player: 6. Assign this roll to Four of a Kind

DM: The mystery and promise of the treasure chest are too great to withstand. You quickly make your way back to the upper floor and into the smaller chamber room. There at the foot of the bed is the treasure chest, just as you left it. You pull the blanket from the top and let it fall to the floor. Unobstructed from view, you discover it is several times larger than you and maybe a generation or two older by the looks of it. Crafted from wood and metal and from the collective mind that is this planet's local tradition, the treasure chest is a one of a kind fully functional storage unit. You admire its beauty and allow yourself to fantasize what lay within it. You attempt to open the chest but it's locked. You look around the room but the search is fruitless. With a house this big it would take days for you to search every drawer and crawl space. Besides, you're not certain the key is in the house.
Player: Return from whence you came.
DM: You make a quick work out of surveying the domicile. There are two floors. The lower floor consists of a kitchen and entertainment areas loaded with musical instruments and lounging units. Towards the front of the domicile is a small chamber room. To the left of the chamber room is a door to exit the front of the domicile. Unlike the back door you waltzed through, the front door is locked and you cannot determine how to operate its locking mechanism - not that you'd be in a hurry to explore the wilderness beyond the domicile's compound anytime soon.The staircase bridging the two floors lies directly in front of the chamber room. Upstairs are two additional chamber rooms and a craftsman's workshop. The rooms are unremarkable save the smaller chamber in which you spot a large treasure chest. It rests at the foot of a bed and is covered with a blanket of many colors. At the threshold where you first entered the domicile, you pause and consider what you've seen before deciding what to do next.
Player: Buh! Open the treasure chest!

DM: If you can get out of this town, Route 71 is five minutes away. From there, you can drive to Fairmont. Reach your apartment. Be free of this country-side bullshit.Still, the speed limit is 35mph, and a speeding ticket doesn't look so good. You get to a school zone, and slow to 15mph.. Now that you're slowed down, you're almost forced to observe the small, quiet town. It's 8am. It's a Wednesday. The school is empty. The streets are empty. The only signs of life are you, Mike (who isn't even in your rearview mirror anymore), and the crows.The gas gauge is almost at 'E'. You need to fill up the Subaru.
Player: Keep going. You can at least make it out of this creepy town.
DM: You drive until you can see the 'Leaving Spearville' sign, happy to be far away from everything that happened back there. Route 71 is close. Close enough that you start to see road signs, and the on-ramp is in the distance. Another couple miles, and you'll be headed straight for Fairmont.The car starts to rattle.The fuel gauge has dropped far below 'E', and you can feel the pressure shift on the gas pedal. Instinctively, you pump the gas, applying pressure, then releasing, and applying pressing again. Eventually, the car slows to a complete stop. You turn the key to an 'off' position, and attempt to start it again.The engine will not run.
Player: Look around outside your car
DM: You step out of the vehicle, lock your doors, and look around for any other cars. Maybe you can hitchhike?There are two cars parked near the road up by the highway.In the opposite direction, there's a mechanic's garage.
Player: The owners of the cars may still be around. They could help.
DM: You approach the cars, a silver Toyota Camry and dark-blue Dodge Grand Caravan. First, you look through the windows to check for a driver in either vehicle. They both look abandoned.You look left, then right. Ahead, and behind you.There isn't a single person in sight..
Player: Try the mechanic's shop.
DM: The shop is just within Spearville's town-line. So, while it's technically in Spearville, you won't be near much else in the small town.After walking for a couple minutes, you're out in front of the garage. There are two large doors, one of which is lifted about sixteen inches. To the left of the garage is a small office. The office door is slightly open, just a couple inches, but the Open/Closed sign is flipped to the Closed side.
Player: Investigate the office.
DM: You open the door to the small, dark office area, and feel along the wall for a light switch. Your hand finds the switch, and the room is illuminated. A chair, desk, and two boxes are visible. Aside from that, it's empty.

DM: You remember your training... The drill sergeant yelling... The challenges... The questions..."Remember, Gambler, the squad will need guys like you, people who can be stealthy, who can do alone what a division can not...""Sentinel, that is a valid question. If you and your enemies are blind, use your other senses. And remember they will do the same. Don't let them detect you. If you remain hidden being alone is an advantage, as you know everyone else is hostile.""Now, what did you do wrong there? That light was a red herring, Sentinel. Your enemies can see it long before you can see them. You should have taken the infra-red or nightvision."You realise that you must avoid producing light or making any noise.
DM: Taking a deep breath, you plunge into the mist. You walk slowly, carefully, trying to avoid tripping or worse, alerting your enemies.As you slowly scuttle forward, you hear footsteps coming from in front. You have walked in a straight line, so they must be on the Taktat side.You consider your options...
Player: If you want to knife it in the back
DM: You carefully judge it's direction and crabwalk until you are behind it. Drawing your knife, you lunge forward, propelling yourself forward with tense leg muscles.Pick a number from the Random Number Table. If you are a Special Forces member, add 2, if you possess Camouflage, add 1.

DM: Han Island was transformed by the arrival of Samuel Sidney-Smythe and his wife Ivy on the island in 1930. Smythe set about transforming the island, establishing Yung Shue Wan Village (The New Village) as a second community and building St Matthew's Church, St Mark's Hospital and this building (originally a schoolhouse) among other structures. In Lo So Shing Village he also built a school for the education of the village's children.Sadly, tragedy befell the Smythe family. Sidney Smythe was one of ninety-six island residents killed by Japanese soldiers in the Lo So Shing Beach Massacre on 1 April 1945. His wife and young daughter Rosemary died in a fire that completely destroyed their home, Smythe Manor, exactly five years later on 1 April 1950. The contributions of the Smythe Family are remembered by the Smythe Memorial, erected by this museum near the site of their former home in a special ceremony in 1985.
Player: Leave the museum
Player: Leave the hospital and return to the village
Player: Read the exhibit The Smythe Family 1930-1950

Player: Return to the village

DM: You walk around to the back of the van, expecting the hatch to be locked as well.But, you may as well try.You grasp the handle, and pull. The hatch remains shut. You pull again. And again. Checking the handle, making sure you're grabbing the right place. That is the handle. And the hatch appears locked.
Player: Okay. The Camry's next.
DM: You put your hand on the door's handle, and look inside the car before attempting to open it. A small backpack, six-pack of bottled water and small blanket are visible. You pull, and the door swings open. Finally, something goes right.You open the backpack and find a box of crackers, a coloring book, and four small toys. It must have belonged to a child. You suddenly feel guilty. Stealing from a parent and their kid. You take the crackers out, and continue searching the Camry.
Player: Look around the backseats
Player: Follow the bloody trail.
DM: It looks like something straight out of a horror movie. But, you can't just ignore this. Something was dragged out of him.Or crawled out of him.More of that horror movie stuff..You reach the doorway, and slowly enter the room. Your eyes follow the smeared blood all the way to the center of the room, where a pale, flesh-colored blob sits, facing away from you. It looks almost like a cross between a slug and a worm. About 6 inches long, 4 inches tall at the front, and 1/2 inch at it's rear.It turns, and you can see it's face. A giant mouth like a lamprey eel, with rows of teeth and a long tongue.
Player: Wait and see what it does.
DM: You wait, and observe the strange, worm-like thing. It slowly inches toward you, making a small *squeak* noise as it rubs on the tile floor. You've never seen anything like this, it seems impossible. However, despite your perceptions of 'possible' and 'impossible', the creature is here.

DM: Frank is in shock when you join him in Tennessee: like you he finds it impossible to believe that Jesse James, America's greatest bank robber and survivor of so many gunfights and robberies, is dead. As you spend the summer hiding out in Tennessee Frank grows increasingly pessimistic."They'll kill us next you know Bill," he tells you one day. "I'm going back to Missouri to surrender. I figure if I surrender myself they might go easy on me, it's either that or keep running until they catch or kill me. I've got no choice. What are you going to do Bill? I suppose you could make a run down to Mexico or up to Canada or some place where the law ain't got no jurisdiction. But I reckon they'll still get you in the end, just like they got Jesse."You carefully mull over what to do.
Player: Go with Frank to Missouri to surrender
DM: You and Frank make your way to Jefferson City, Missouri where friends of Frank have arranged both of your surrenders to Governor Crittenden of Missouri himself. When you meet the Governor you both hand your guns over to him, Frank commenting that it is the first time in twenty-one years since the start of the American Civil War that he has surrendered his gun to anyone."We have spent our last twenty-one years on the run," you tell him. "We have been hunted day and night, never able to rest in case every sound is an approaching posse or some lawman on our trail. It will be a massive relief to finally be able to rest."The two of you are placed in custody and the next three years and taken over by a long series of trials in which Clarence Hite, Charley Ford and Dick Liddil all testify. Despite the many charges laid against you and the mound of testimony by some miracle you and Frank manage to argue your way into acquittal on all the charges and in the spring of 1885 you are finally pardoned of all your crimes and allowed to go free, a truly incredible result!

Player: Join in the gunfight
DM: Drawing your pistol you take Wood's side in the argument and fire a shot, hitting Dick in the leg. Dick returns fire, hitting Wood in the arm and suddenly Charley's kid brother Bob unexpectedly joins the gunfight, shooting Wood in the head. As you turn towards him Bob fires a second shot, hitting you in the throat. Gasping and choking you sink to the floor, your life's blood pouring from you as Bob coldly steps closer to you and executes you with a final shot. The same man who will kill Jesse James has just killed you.

Player: Go with Jesse to Kansas City
DM: You and Jesse take a small house in Kansas City where you hide out for a time. In the spring of 1882 you learn that Clarence Hite has been arrested in Kentucky and Jesse invites the gang's newest recruit Charley Ford and his younger brother, a nervous youth called Bob Ford, to live with the pair of you. He is planning another bank robbery in Platte City, Missouri and wants you and the Ford brothers to take part in it.One spring morning you are all sitting to breakfast while Jesse reads the day's newspaper and gives a cry of surprise. "It says here that Dick Liddil has been arrested," he announces and you all glance at each other. "Well, I suppose they'll get all of us in the end," Jesse says thoughtfully. Rising from the table he goes into the living room and later when you follow him you find he has taken off his gun belt and is standing on a chair, straightening a picture on the wall.Suddenly a deafening gunshot next to you makes you jump. The bullet hits Jesse in the back of the head, slamming his face into the picture and he falls off the chair. Turning you find Charley Ford's kid brother Bob standing next to you, a smoking pistol in his hand. As you glance at each other he hastily re-cocks his pistol.
Player: Make a run for it
DM: Without hesitation you bolt from the room into the kitchen; Bob fires at you but narrowly misses. Passing Charley Ford you race out the back door of the house and make it across the yard and into the town. Rapidly escaping Kansas City, your mind numbed by the fact that Jesse James is dead, you make your way to Tennessee. In time you learn the truth: Dick Liddil and Charley Ford killed Wood Hite in a gunfight and then surrendered to the law, now Bob Ford has murdered your friend. Swiftly you make your way to the other remaining survivor of the James Gang, Jesse's brother Frank who is still hiding in Tennessee.

DM: You meekly raise your hands in the air and surrender, together with Bill you are taken into custody. Put on trial in Adairville you are testified against by none other than Tucker Bassham and convicted not only of the Muscle Shoals payroll robbery but also of the Glendale train robbery: you are both sentenced to eight years imprisonment. While you are in prison the James Gang is destroyed: Wood Hite and your friend Jesse James are killed while Dick Liddil and Frank James surrender to the authorities, both are later acquitted of the charges against them. By the time you are eventually released your outlaw days are long gone by and the world seems a very different place as you enter into a peaceful retirement from your outlaw life.

Player: Try your chances in fleeing south to Mexico
DM: Parting ways with Frank you head south, cross the Rio Grande and join numerous American fugitives from justice in hiding out in Mexico. You spend three years living in Mexico, reading in papers as Frank is miraculously acquitted in trial after trial despite the mountain of evidence against him. Finally in 1885 all charges against him are dismissed and you receive word that all charges against you have been dismissed as well. A free and safe man for the first time in nearly twenty-five years, since the start of the American Civil War, you finally return to America.

Player: Tell the truth no matter how crazy it is!
DM: You decide to tell the truth. You tell him everything from the day of your birth to the time you ate cheese on a dare and to the present time. The police kitten's eyes widen. "Wow, that's a story, kid! That's absolutely true! Only the most high ranking police know about all this mess. You're lucky kid. I'm a rebel who's against all that sacrifice mess." The police kitten rants about the FAT, an acronym for Feline Agent Troop. They are kittens who protect Earth from giant lizard monsters called Beasts. He also tells you that every year, the kittens take a human and turn them into a kitten as a sacrifice to the Beasts. He tells you that the sacrifice is just something to stall the Beasts for a bit while the FAT are trying to figure out all their secrets. "My name's Waldo, kid. If you need the police, just dial my number on the phone. The thing is, the only pay phone that can call me is at the Beast Tower, where you were." He gives you a phone number. Great! Waldo goes ahead and drives you to Mitten Village.
Player: Inspector Waldo's Phone Number
DM: You grab the three knives and throw one at Iwan's eye. The eyeball immediately comes out and he screams in agony and pain. However, when you throw the sausage at them, they all get into a big fight over who gets it. "Butter Bomb! That's mine!" A lizard shouted. "Am I the only sensible one around here?!" Shouted Butter Bomb, grabbing the sausage piece once more. "My insides don't feel good!" King Iwan groaned. "HEY!" Shouted somebody, "STOP REVEALING THE CODE TO THE KITTEN!" You aren't at all curious about the code or anything like that. You jump out the window, but don't even stop to think about what height the room is. Apparently, the room was on the top floor of a twenty-nine story building. Too bad. You fall down and down and down into a clump of forest.
Player: Land

DM: Oh, it's time for sexy fun! You slip into your trunks and are joined by 12 bikini-clad women. After about an hour of frolicking, of of the friendlier girls, Laura, a vivacious redhead, slips her arm around your waist and starts nuzzling her nose in the crook of your neck. What do you do?
Player: Move away so that none of the ladies get jealous on the first night.
DM: What a smart move. Why limit your options on the first night? They'll be plenty of time to smooch Laura and any of the others on future dates. You end the night in everyone's good favor and look forward to Round Two.
Player: Round Two
DM: The next three days are filled with crazy group dates, during which you have the opportunity to woo four girls at a time. You're having an amazing time, but you know that soon you will have to say goodbye to half of the remaining group. What do you do to whittle down your options?
Player: Have long, engaging talks and eliminate the ladies whose lifelong plans don't match my own.
DM: You take the high road, and practically lose your voice from the hours and hours of intense and intimate conversations. You find yourself increasingly drawn to Miami, a sweet Latina girl, Jessica, a shy southern type with long blond curls, and Caroline, a talkative and brainy redhead who sports adorable twin ponytails.At the next rose ceremony, you keep Miami, Jessica and Caroline, along with three others who have piqued your interest, and look forward to Round Three.
Player: Round Three
DM: Now that it's Round Three, you get to spend some more private time with the ladies you've kept around. On the first night after the rose ceremony, that debutante, Jessica, comes to you with tears in her eyes. She says the other girls are gossipping behind her back and that she overheard them saying that you don't like her at all and are only keeping her around out of pity. By the end of her spiel, she is practically hysterical. She is clinging to you and sobbing giant tears out of the huge, blue eyes.What do you do?
Player: Decide to try to take advantage of her fragile state to see if you get can some lovin' tonight.
DM: You take Jessica into your arms and whisper that the other girls are plainly jealous because they can sense the feelings you're developing for her. Jessica wipes away her tears and asks you if you want to go skinny dipping in the hot tub with her. You are pleased with the success of your tactics, and follow her to the tub. Everything goes exactly according to plan, until...
Player: The Next Morning
DM: The next morning, you wake up to find Jessica staring at you with a maniacal expression on her face. Somehow, she has broken into the bachelor's suite, and she looks angry as hell. She glares at you and screams, "You took advantage of me, you jerk!" She start whaling away at your chest with her fists and manages to sink a few good jabs before a cameraman finally feels guilty about filming instead of stopping the attack and pulls her off of you. You are so disheartened, that you pack your bags and leave the Bachelor's house. So much for your big chanec of love... at least, for this season. There's always another season of the Bachelor, and you might have better luck another time!

Player: Draw your own pistol and shoot the man who murdered your friend
DM: You draw your own pistol but you are too slow: Bob Ford finishes re-cocking his pistol and shoots you in the right eye. Without a sound you fall to the ground dead, slain just feet from your famous friend, the cold hand of justice having finally extinguished your criminal life at last.

DM: I ran back to Booker's hoping he wouldn't nag me. "Right on time. Alright, last task for the day! Exciting isn't it? You have to go to the town square, where the bulletin board is, and post an advertisement for the shop. Surely you can't screw this up." I hated him. I hated how he talked to me, how he looked, just... EVERYTHING. I was so thankful that it was my last job though. I ran to the town square. I grabbed a marker and wrote all in capital letters which took up 90% of the bulletin paper "COME SHOP AT BOOKER'S." He didn't specify what I should write. This would definitely get people's attention. The sun was setting and I could finally head back to my cabin. In front of the door was a package from Cody with a note attached. "You'll need this to keep you warm. Get some rest, we'll talk tomorrow." I opened the package and it was a sleeping bag. My eyes welled up with tears. Who would've thought I could make a companion in this camp?
Player: Chapter 2: A New Day
Player: Gate Plan
DM: "The Gate Plan sounds the easiest." All we have to do is wait until the dogs are asleep, and we're home free! "Great. Just act normal throughout the day, and Booker shouldn't suspect a thing. We take off for the gate at 2AM." -------------------------------- It was almost 2 and I was exhausted. I ran around doing deliveries the whole day. Booker kept me busy. Cody picked me up at my cabin and we tiptoed our way to the gate. Luckily for us, the guard dogs were fast asleep. "On my signal" Cody whispered "we run through the gates. They don't lock them at night." "Will we be able to push them fast enough? The gate is massive!" "I'm sure we'll be fine. Now follow my lead." We successfully got passes the guard dogs, but as soon as we pushed on the door, alarms went off, and the dogs woke up. "Quickly! Push harder!" I pushed with all my might and there was a crack big enough for MAYBE one person to get through. The dogs were closing in on us quickly. Cody grabbed me and tried to shove me through the gate. "What are you doing?!" I shouted. "Only one of us can make out of here. I've been here for 5 years. You're still young. Be there hero, get out of here and tell the world about this place!" Cody gave me one final push and I squeezed out the gate. The gate quickly closed and I ran as fast as I could, without looking back, with tears streaming down my face. I made it out alive. Now it's time to tell the world about Camp Happy Trails. Mission complete.

DM: MORALE -10!Two days later, you arrive on your scooter at the first site to meet with one of the teachers. As you pull into the parking lot, you get a text message from the teacher saying that they're sorry, but they can't meet today and need to reschedule. You open your email and find that your top sales person has just revised their pipeline for future business downwards by half.Should you persevere in trying to meet with the teacher anyway?
Player: Go to the teacher's classroom anyway.
Player: Simply use your own beliefs and observations.
Player: Adapt a less well known instrument.
DM: You find a lesser-known survey on PSYCinfo and adapt the questions to fit your project's needs. Hopefully the students will take it seriously!How will you get the internal performance data from your product's database?

DM: You get 3 responses. Not fantastic, but better than nothing. You schedule times to travel to the sites to interview the teachers and get them going with the survey tools for their students.Suddenly, you're called into your co-founder's office.
Player: Keep going with the Action Research project.
Player: Stay on to help manage the transition.
DM: MORALE -40!You lay off several good coworkers. They'll be okay, you think, but it doesn't make it any easier.Now, about that action research project... there won't be any more product development in the future, and it'll be hard to get the needed info out of the database without your VP of Engineering, but you can try to salvage your project anyway.What do you do next?

Player: Make a break for it
DM: Springing to your feet you race towards the door, shoulder-barge through it and hurtle through the kitchen, past the stunned cooks and kitchen staff. The lawmen are in hot pursuit but bursting through a backed door you make it out into the street and spring onto the back of a nearby horse. Spurring it into life you gallop out of town as the Deputies fire their pistols at you. One bullet whizzes past your left ear, another knocks your hat from your head but miraculously you make it out of town unhurt and ride hard for Missouri where you spend the spring in hiding.During your time hiding the James Gang is destroyed. After killing Wood Hite in Missouri Dick Liddil and Charley Ford surrender to the law. Clarence Hite is imprisoned. Soon after Charley's younger brother Bob Ford shoots Jesse James in the back of the head while your friend hangs a picture on the wall. Stunned to hear of your legendary friend's death you ride for Tennessee where the other remaining survivor of the James Gang, Frank James, is living in hiding.

DM: Dear Natalie,First of all, happy anniversary of the day we first met, my love, my sweet darling.Twenty-two years is a long time to be together, to be so closely emotionally connected. And you mean everything to me. I know sometimes it's hard for us to say it to each other. Long days of work, children, and just--it's just hard in the moment to pause for a second, look at each other, and say it. But I love you. I love you.I love you when you are asleep, and I love when I just look at you at breakfast. I love you when I'm at work, and I love you when you get into bed, tired from the day, letting dreams lull you, your hair settling on the pillow.So I was thinking a lot about what to get you for a present this year, to celebrate.I made this for you. I hope it means as much to you as it does to me. I'm right here with you, as you play, loving you. I'll click this first link for you if you want (I know you aren't used to these things!)
Player: It's Very Easy, My Love
DM: I know you don't really play "computer games" (as you call them!) but this isn't like when I suggested you play Doom back in our freshman year, and you got really frustrated and kept shooting when you didn't want to and walking into walls, and you claimed the "game was impossible and nobody could control a keyboard and mouse at the same time." That was a debacle. But this is just just a choose your own adventure--remember them? Trust me, this is easy.See, click your choice below, just like I did for you on the previous page. Go on, click your choice (and there's only one to choose from here! Later pages might have more though!)
Player: In the Cafeteria
DM: So, I thought it would be fun to sort of relive or replay how we met, to remember some special thoughts, and think about what was magical about it. So we can remember all those fun things we did a long time ago.So let's remember together! It was September, the very beginning of college, just before classes were about to begin.I was sitting in the cafeteria, the big one, the Flynn Cafeteria. Try to imagine it. I was sitting in the back, by the window, where I was feeling a little lonely. I didn't like my roommate, I found college overwhelming so far, and I was sitting with my tray by myself.I think I was eating corn chowder.And I'm reading a thick book. It might have been Boswell's Life of Johnson, which I'd been in the middle of when college started, and I brought it just for moments like this. I know, I know. It was super nerdy. You walked in, got your food, and approached. I remember were were wearing a loose purple linen shift and jeans. And black boots. Your legs looked really good.What do you remember from that moment? Do you remember it at all?
Player: Of course I remember!
DM: You looked at me, noticing me, when hundreds of people had walked past me that day. I wasn't expecting to make friends, let alone meet the girl who would become the love of my life. We were both so young, both eighteen, with infinite time to find each other. Remember what you did?
Player: I ignored you, heading for the table where all those other guys were sitting.
DM: Just like that? Hardly. You would never have done that. You went to my table. You looked at me--you must have looked at me, you freely admit that, because you can't ignore someone if you don't notice them first--and then you came over to me.We joked about what if you had gone over there. How things would have been different. Worse. Sadder. Bleaker, and lonelier for both of us. But you didn't turn away, you wouldn't have. So I don't understand how you could be here on this page, why I waste the time to write it, imagining worlds in which you don't or won't remember. Torturing myself, imagining futures and pasts that weren't, will not, must not have, can't have would, insert the tense of your choice, real.But go ahead, then. Distort our story if you insist. Please.

Player: I approached you, making right for you, a smile on my face.
DM: Yes, you remember!It was so unlikely that you would have been there. You, of all people. Fate was impatient, and thrust us together as early as possible, I think. We must have recognized each other, my Natalie. It's funny to picture younger you--before I could rest my hand on your lower back and sweep you into a kiss, my other hand behind your head, fingers in your hair, lips on your neck.Like I am doing now.Because we were just strangers to each other. You walked up to the table where I was sitting. Then what did you do, my love?
Player: I asked you directions to the library.
DM: Ha, ha, no. I know you don't really play these sort of things, but listen, no listen. What you do is you click the line that say the thing you actually did. You see?I'm going to put a link down there to the previous page, and this time make sure you click the correct one, the thing you really did, not this wrong thing that I'm sure you clicked by accident. Don't click this one again, do you understand? It's not that complicated.
DM: I can only assume you're having a lot of trouble with this, although it is hard for me to imagine how that could be possible. This is reminding me too much of the time you tried top lay Might and Magic VI.I explained about the controls and you just got flustered, dropping your sword, assigning skill points essentially at random, spinning absurdly in a circle, fireballing yourself, and spending a full ten minutes trying to jump over a wall in the movement tutorial. You never even made it into the game part. You gave up in the tutorial.So I guess it's possible you could be totally unable to click a link, although you seem perfectly able to navigate your farm game I see you play when I open your Facebook page. So I don't know. I feel like you know how to click a link.If you asked directions for the library, I would have given them to you, and you would have been on your way. Why you would have needed the library right at the start of college, before homework had been assigned, before any classes had met yet--well, it makes no sense. Obviously.
Player: ...sorry, yes.
DM: I didn't catch that. What did you say?
Player: I said, "sorry, yes." I'm sorry.
DM: Good. That's better. Do you think you can continue without making any more mistakes? Between this and last night's so-called "baked" ziti, I don't know anymore, Natalie. I really don't know. How a person fucks up baked ziti is really beyond me.It's pasta, sauce, and cheese. You put some spices on it. You put it in the oven. It's not that fucking complicated.Listen. You said, "Hey, I know you. You live in my dorm, on the top floor." Now you say it, the way you said it then.
Player: "Hey, I know you. You live in my dorm, on the top floor."
DM: Exactly, yes. And I smiled at you, and you reached out to see what book I was reading at the same moment I reached out to pull it back, a little embarrassed. Our hands almost touched.I remembered noting how small you were. Just delicate all around. It's a cliche of fiction to say some woman is delicate, and it is an annoying word, and I detest these trite novel writers devoting time to talking about a woman's delicate spray of freckles across her nose (puke) or her delicate and narrow dancer-like arms (double puke), or her slender and delicate wrists (etc.)You were not fragile, far from it, but you were small, and quick and almost feline in eye and affect. I swear, I could have circumnavigated your waist-equator with both my hands, or very nearly, just like the real Magellan.Now, of course, we have both suffered from the thickening indignities of middle age, and your chestnut hair is shot through with icicles. More than shot through. And I see you have thrown out all of your college clothes. I would have thought you'd keep some for memory's sake. They wouldn't fit now, I suppose. It would be pleasant if you could dress up that way again. But I suppose it would be absurd. But you might try that tightly woven side braid you favored.I hope this all comes back to you. You are remembering well, and I love you. Later on, in the days to come, we grew closer. There was one conversation we had--where was it? I want to say in a pizza place? Getting coffee?--where we realized something deep about us. I'm sure you remember what it was, that epiphany we had.

Player: I mostly remember you checking me out.
DM: I have to say that I'm surprised that's what you noticed most of all. It's just funny that when I ask the question, you don't think about what you did, or what you said, how how you sat down and we connected on a deep level?It's all right now. I mean, I think I know you by now, and where your mind tends to go. I guess we've always been a little bit of a mismatch in certain ways. I guess in an ideal world, both partners are matched: their sex drive, their particular desires, their every little desire for something, matched to a desire to give that thing, like a brand-new jigsaw puzzle, solved in one particular way, and all the pieces fit, with no pieces left over or lost behind the radiator.
Player: So you looked me up and down the second you saw me?
DM: Hell, yes. Why wouldn't I? You looked good. You aren't very curvy, but curvy enough, especially for someone with a small frame like you, and my eyes traced over and in your shirt's neckline, and I guarantee you that if you had walked past me I would have turned around and watch you walk away if I thought I could get away with it.
Player: Of course. I was looking too.
DM: I see what kind of stories you think you're going to get here. I'm trying to help you remember, and all you want to do make up some stories of a different kind. Because I don't think you were looking at me that way. I think you were just walking. Now get a hold of yourself. We can get there, and I like where you're going, but we have to work into it slowly, all right?
Player: Fine. But I'm thinking about it.
DM: I'm sure you are. Now listen up. Remember. Think about that day. Think really carefully. I want to relive it with you. Do you remember going into the cafeteria? You have the weirdest smile on your face, I'm sure of it, right now, but try to get your mind in the right place. Do you remember?

Player: I sat down with you.
DM: I looked up and saw you, and then I looked back at my book. It would have been very easy for you to walk past, to say nothing, to ignore me entirely. In fact, it was the obvious thing to do. It was right at the start of school, your hair was long and rippled with chestnut curls, and your next four years stretched out before you with possibility. But you saw me, and you decided that this was a moment to act, to approach, to find me.And then, what did you do?

Player: I jumped up, suddenly realizing I was late for class.
DM: Ha, ha, no. I know you don't really play these sort of things, but listen, no listen. What you do is you click the line that says the thing you actually did. You see?I'm going to put a link to the previous page and this time make sure you click the correct one, the thing you really did, not this wrong thing that I'm sure you clicked by accident. Don't click this one again, do you understand? It's not that complicated.
DM: So I don't get it. No. Just no. That's not what you did. This reminds me of when you downloaded a virus trying to play Minesweeper. It's just unexplainable. Minesweeper was preloaded onto the computer! You didn't even need the internet! Listen, I'll explain it again.You did not jump up. You stayed where you were. And you talked to me. That is the whole point. You sat there. I don't understand what your whole hurry is in this memory to get up. Sit down, past Natalie! You are sitting down now, just like you were then. It's weird how memory messes with you, though. You might have gotten up. I'm glad you didn't, though.Do you understand?

Player: Distort our Story
DM: If you remember it, tell it right. If it meant something, show me that. Show me that you care, show me that you remember, show me that we at least share this much. What do you remember when you think of that time?
Player: I'm just remembering a fight we had, but I don't want to.
DM: Fights always began the same way. I would get quiet, trying not to say anything, and then you would immediately come up to me and say "why are you angry?" and that would make me furious.I'd say, "I'm not angry," and you would look concerned and sweet and say something like, "Because you seem really angry." And that would do it, that would put me over the edge.Now that we're thinking about the cafeteria, I'm starting to think about a fight we had there once as well. I think I know which one you're thinking about, where you said that I wasn't looking up when you were talking, that I was distracted, and that I needed to put you first when we were together.
Player: If this storygame is going to bring up bad memories, we should stop.
DM: Fine. We can stop.
Player: Are you angry?
DM: No.
Player: Because you seem really furious.
DM: Now I am starting to get angry, yes. And the whole point of this was to celebrate you, us. And you being so obstinate or obtuse that you can't just click the right links is annoying me.If you are trying to start an argument, I won't take the bait. I'm sorry, Natalie, OK? This was a stupid idea. I don't know what you want me to say, and it's hard to write an apology in advance like this, not even knowing if we're going to really have the fight that leads you down this path anyhow. But I think I know you well enough to know we will.I've learned all too well over the years that I shouldn't even respond to this kind of provocation.I have mastered the art of gentle nods and kind eyes. Agree to be agreeable, while not agreeing.You run the show, of course, the diva lyric soprano on the stage of the opera, while I play the role of supporting choric singer or trusted stagehand.If you don't want to play with me, to remember our story together, to think of young us, but instead to focus on the bad, and resist, I will not protest. I'll even show you how to delete this game. Just go find that red "x," I don't care.Let's just don't fight. Let's close this up, then, and resume our usual evening activities. If we have to be in bed tonight (magazine, sweat pants, game show, your body covered with two comforters and a small blanket) and have it be uncomfortable and awkward, I'll never get to sleep. Let's just forget about it, forget about it, forget about it.

Player: We drifted apart, didn't we?
DM: We said our goodbyes and walked away. I suppose we felt we'd found a new friend. Here's an old diary entry from that time. Listen:August 31, Train to school, did errands, got cafeteria card. Went up for honor club, don't think I'll get in. Chatted with new people, Donna, Karen, Michael. Dorm looks ok-ish. Helped Irene and Max (guy with green hair) move in. Saw Sam by mail room. Band coming to school "Solid State" and I might go. Met Natalie in cafeteria. There's a desk in the bathroom of the dorm??? Bill on my hall plays bass.So, there you are, in the middle, worth mentioning, but no more special than helping Irene and Max (with his green hair) move in. We met, we liked each other, and from then on, we were that person we saw on the way to and from classes, a mandatory, "Hi," and "Good morning, Natalie." Later it became "Morning," because saying "Good morning" was, I guess, just too intimate. Passing acquaintances, I think, is the term, and we were always passing, never once going in the same direction.
Player: But then we were in the laundry room together, alone, a year later.
DM: All right. I guess we can tell the story this way. It doesn't really matter, because we find each other in the end. It's a story about how two people meant to be together find each other. When isn't so important. It could have happened a thousand different ways. We're opposite poles of magnets in a shoebox full of styrofoam. Shake the shoebox long enough, and we're going to find our way to each other and click together.You were doing your sweaters, remembering to take them out before the dryer load, actually hanging them up to dry. I was just finishing my laundry, and we said hello, as we did.But then, I felt, something shifted. We had missed our opportunity back then, a year ago. And we were a year older. I looked at you, and at your clothes in the laundry basket. It felt intimate, somehow, to see you like this. You looked somehow slenderer than last year, but it may have been just how large your laundry basket was.
Player: And we talked for a minute and then we said goodbye.
DM: ...right. We said goodbye, I guess. I'm not sure what the point of telling this story this way is. But all right. So what happens then? How did we fall in love, then?
Player: We found ourselves sitting next to each other in chemistry class in junior year.
DM: All right, fine. So let's say, we were in chemistry class, which I was taking as a requirement, and you were taking because you hated your physics class and needed a hard science for a prerequisite or something. You slide next to me."Hey, uh, Nicole. Natalie, sorry.""Hi."We might think about the cafeteria and also the laundry room. Probably not. Two years ago, one year ago. Probably less than five minutes combined in two years, that's 5/1,051,200 minutes, and my calculator can't do that calculation of percent. 9.5 somethingsomething e-7. Not sure what that means. But a very small percent of your life, is my point, had been spent in my company.I only sort of remembered why I knew you. You sort of start to recognize people at college, and you were just one of those familiar faces.

Player: I met your eyes and said hello.
DM: Yes. You sat down and stayed there, and said hello. Who does that? Only at certain moments, in certain contexts, and certain fragile moods and confluences of life can someone sit down with a stranger and talk to them, to actively seek out friendship, to make a connection.Try doing that on the subway, or at work, or at a movie theater, or a park bench. You will be rebuffed at best, receive a restraining order at worst.And why would such an attractive girl come sit down with me, and stay there? It was fall, and I can't get that shirt and jeans out of my mind, and the shape of your body was visible and distracting.I'm sure you remember how I looked up, trying to assume some semblance of cool.I've told you about what experience I'd had to that point. Not much.
Player: No kidding that the guy sitting reading Boswell's life of Johnson was inexperienced. I was just being nice.
DM: Ouch, Natalie. That stings. Yeah, I guess I was pretty nerdy back there. I didn't know what to do. I loved books; that's all I had for company at the moment. Listen, Boswell's Life of Johnson is very good. No? I shouldn't try to defend my nerdiness? Fine. I guess I've always looked to words for solace in moments like that.

Player: Small Talk
DM: I'm sure I said something like "Hey" or "Are you going to the thing tonight?" Something like that. It sounded good in my head, and...acceptable out loud. But I wished I had said something better.But I do remember what you said back to me, the sentence that made me fall in love with you. I'm sure you remember too.
Player: We talked about the idea of someday having a family together.
DM: Yes, we did talk about that, didn't we? But I don't remember if we talked about it as a real thing to be considered, or just as a general notion. Because I remember--we used to take those little trips, those overnight vacations together, in college, you and I, between the end of classes and our final exams. As if we were escaping reality, we hopped on the commuter rail or a bus (neither of us with a car as yet!) and found a cute hotel or bed and breakfast, or once, a ski resort, or a dormmate's parents' unused summer cottage.At hotels, we check in furtively, wondering if we ought to give false names, as if it were the 1950s. The desk clerk didn't care.But then! To have a room to ourselves, playing house, with our own temporarily-ours bathroom, and fridge, and bed--as if we did not often share a bed in our dorm. But this was a queen-sized bed, and in the dorm, it was a twin, with a mattress the thickness and texture of a piece of sandpaper.This room was ours, sensually ours, a love nest.

Player: Yes, I remember that. You were thinking about Quinn.
DM: I suppose I was thinking about her. I'd gotten a letter from her, and I started thinking about high school friends. She wasn't anything special to me that you knew about, I think, but you got jealous and perceptive, and asked questions.You could tell I was thinking about her letter when you were talking. I wanted to listen to you, and wanted to touch you, to run my hands through your hair, to pan for red gold with both hands in the river of your curls, but I was also thinking about Quinn with 10% of my mind, about what she meant when she said she missed me.I wonder if that moment, where you sort of snapped at me a little and told me I wasn't paying full attention to you, is where we drifted apart.
Player: Yes. We did drift apart around then.
Player: We gradually stopped saying even "morning." Just nods at one point.
DM: And so, with a pathetic whimper, that was it. We passed each other, we glanced at each other, then we stopped even doing that. It became awkward. I started to reroute my walk to the academic quad to avoid you. I started to make fun of you to my friends, "oh, there's Natalie." Because the moment we started ignoring each other, you seemed to be everywhere.I didn't know why I had found you attractive. You were short and you wore mildly unfashionable clothes.And that was it. One of hundreds of people I met at college, and later, years and years later at a reunion I saw you. I looked at you across the function hall. "Oh, there's...hm." I couldn't conjure your name up. Nicole? Natasha? Didn't matter.I swirl my glass of brandy around. There was a thought I'd had about you a long, long time ago, but I can't remember it. It probably wasn't important.

DM: Sorry, Natalie. I guess I've always been a little focused on sex. I don't think it's that weird. I have certain desires that I know don't completely match up with yours, but that's got to be true for everyone, don't you think? I mean, I put some of these branches in here just...just to amuse myself, not that I think you'd be interested in thinking about how they might play out, but just for fun. Just to fill out the choices, you know?But they could have happened, you know. It wouldn't have taken much. But definitely don't click them if you see them.So anyway, just try to think about coming into the cafeteria, ok? Do you remember that?
Player: That wasn't obvious, though. You seemed like a nice-looking guy.
DM: I'm glad to hear it. I thought it was painfully obvious back then. I had no smooth talk, no "moves" (what was a "move" even?) and no idea how to improve my look or my lack of poise. At least, that's how I thought of it. I'm always my harshest critic, though.

Player: "You're that cute guy who plays basketball."
DM: As you know perfectly well, I was not, nor never I never been, on a basketball team, or played basketball, even "pick-up" basketball. You would not have, nor did you say such a thing to me.I recognize that you will never actually find your way to this page because you would not be so forgetful about our meeting, about that magical day.
Player: I'm pretty sure I said it, though. You *were* into basketball then, I'm sure of it.
DM: Yeah, maybe you said it to someone, but not me. So my question is, what basketball player were you flirting with on the same day, maybe the same hour that you met me? Did you sit down with him, whoever he was, and tell him he was special, too?Who was he, Natalie? See, there's a reason I said I'd watch you play. Who was he? Move that mouse and click his name.
Player: Nobody, nobody!
DM: You probably feel my hand, which was caressing your hair while you were playing, tighten, right now, as you read, wrenching your hair to the roots now.This won't do, Natalie. This isn't love.Go back and look at the previous page, if you can see it through tears. What was his name?

Player: I just said it to make conversation.
DM: No, you didn't say that to me. That's not what happened. I was there too, you know. This is honestly annoying me, picturing you getting to this page, arguing about what you did and said. But I'm sorry. I'm sorry, listen, I'm supposed to be patient.And I'm supposed to kind. Listen, do you remember your Uncle Benny, what he always used to say about love?

Player: We were sitting eating pizza.
DM: Yes! Yes! You remember what I'm about to say! We were on one of these excursions, sophomore year? We were so in love, and sitting in that pizza place. Benito's? Molto Bene's? I don't remember the name, though I should.Somehow, and I suspect, because you ensure it would be so, the conversation turned to children. This was not idle talk, but real questions."I can't imagine ever having children," I recall saying. "No intent. I think of diapers and vomit, and ointment, and horrible school plays and having to watch you swell up in pregnancy, and children's teeth falling out everywhere, and falling from playground structures leading to ER visits overnight without a pillow or good coffee. I think of having to smile with mock euphoria at their pride in achieving some cheap trinket at miserable Chuck-E-Cheese, and my face is sore just thinking of holding that dead rictus of a smile. We ought to just be together, you and I. I don't need anything but you." And I took your hand.You had asked me if I ever thought about wanting children.I felt I had answered the question wholly. And then, you looked down for a moment. I assume you recall what you said.

Player: Marvin.
DM: Marvin, with his scraggly half-beard and misspelled tattoo? I'm surprised. He left school after that first year, didn't he? I remember him falling down during a game and they said he took it like a soldier. He said in an interview for the school paper that he can't remember the last time he cried or felt real pain.That was kind of a while ago, going on twenty years, but I'm going to see if Marvin still holds to those rules. Now you stay here. You did good clicking on his name. I always wondered, and now I know. When I get back, you're going to tell me everything about Marvin, and then we're going to pull those memories out of your head, like they never happened--out of our heads. We'll take a shower and clean everything off. This explains a lot, how I could always smell something on you, like a wolf smelling that some puppy had come browsing around its territory.Fifteen miles away. I'll be right back. Don't get up from this chair.

Player: "You're taking me out tonight." And you touched my hand.
DM: No, that's not what happened. You wouldn't have done that, touched me straight away. You've always been reluctant to touch, a natural timidity, or delicacy, or whatever you want to call it. You warm up, of course, letting me slide my hand into your sleeve to touch your upper arm lightly, a caress that we both know drives you crazy, and then you'll respond, perhaps, shivering and touching your lips to my jaw, telling me you love me.But you would not, you would certainly not, have touched me like that, right there in the cafeteria.

DM: You relax at the apartment, reading a book in your bedroom while Chuck listens to the radio in the living room. When there is a knock on the door you hear Chuck go to answer it. A second later you hear "FBI! You're under arrest!" and the sound of several mean stampeding into the house. Springing to your feet you have only moments to make a decision. Your only possible escape route is to scramble out the window but it is a very long way to the ground...
Player: Climb out the window
DM: Crossing to the window you throw it open and quickly climb out. Taking a deep breath you jump and land on the roof of a building below. Hearing a shout from the open window of your room you have no time to rest but race across that roof to a door leading back into your apartment building but two floors below your apartment. Bursting through it you jump down several flights of stairs as you hear voices shouting above you and running feet on the stairs.You race out of your apartment building and quickly flag down a passing taxi. Jumping inside you order it to take you to the train station where you quickly book the next train out of town. Making your way back to St Paul you reunite with Jimmy, Homer, Eddie and Tommy, who also escaped San Antonio after shooting two policemen in a gunfight. Chuck was arrested but told the FBI nothing.The five of you pass a quiet winter and begin to make plans for more bank jobs next spring. However that spring you hear how John Dillinger, recently escaped from prison and his friend Red Hamilton want to join forces with the Nelson Gang. A meeting is soon arranged between you all.

Player: And we didn't talk at all. We just sat next to each other and listened to the lecture.
DM: No, we didn't. It was a boring lecture about quanta or something. We didn't listen to the lecture. We were right next to each other, and we were realizing that we had waited for so long. But now, we were orbiting around something special, orbiting around happiness, circling it, recognizing that all we had to do was reach out our hands and touch each other and the past, missed opportunities wouldn't matter.Yes, we'd have lost two years of youth and happiness, but really, it didn't matter. We'd found each other, and Fate kept shoving us together until we got it through our skulls that we were meant to be together.
Player: No, we didn't talk. And we stopped sitting next to each other because there was a drip in the ceiling above my seat.
DM: So now, you're saying that instead of sitting next to you, I was sitting next to a bucket slowly filling with water? And you were where?
Player: Down by the front sitting next to Kevin and Paul.
DM: How about this for a fantasy. Fuck you, Natalie. You aren't playing right, and I don't know why you sickly want to fantasize about us never meeting, never falling in love. Why don't you go enjoy Kevin and Paul. Sit right next to them. Walk home with them and do whatever you want with them.Fine. So we never fell in love. Maybe we never met at all. If we never met, I can't leave you. I don't know whose stuff this is, or whose bed this is that I'm tearing to shreds, or who car this is that I'm beating the hell out of with a crowbar, but we never met, we never fell in love. And I hope you and Kevin and Paul are very happy together and you learn a lot of chemistry together. Happy fucking anniversary, Natalie.

Player: Walk off stage
DM: I've played for long enough, and I've gotten sick of this. I throw the guitar and storm off stage. A demon walks up to me quickly. "What the hell do you think you're doing, get back out there!" I punch him in the face and keep moving. I hear an alarm sound in the distance, so I start to sprint. I run as fast as I can through these strange, and seemingly endless corridors. I see a door, and I see a light towards the end of the tunnel
Player: Light at the end of the tunnel
DM: I run as fast as I can to the end of the tunnel. It actually turns out to be a cliff, and I fall off the end. There's an endless pit full of fire, which explains all of the light. I fall for what seems like hours, until I faint. When I awaken, I'm still falling. I feel no hugner or pain, only the madness of falling though this pit of fire with no end. I am doomed forever.

DM: You leave Sammy and head downstairs. When you approach the fusebox screaming erupts from upstairs."Hmm weird." You say quietly to yourself.
Player: Ignore and get to fusebox.
DM: You decide to ignore it and continue to the fusebox. You open the hatch and peer inside. There is no light and it is to dark to see. You see a glint of silver and a glint of gold. Which one do you go to?
Player: Gold
DM: You go to the gold and find out it is a small chain, and you pull it. Light erupts out of the old bulb and fills the room. You walk over to the fusebox and look inside. Weird, the fuse is alive and everything is working, its probably a power-outage. More screaming you decide that that's enough.
Player: Save Sammy
DM: You make a run for Sammy and find her bracelet on the floor. You run into the hallway. You find her shoes on the floor outside of the bathroom. You walk inside.Inside the bathroom you find nothing. Just as you leave a hand grabs you by the shoulders. You quietly thank god that Sammy is here. Well, she is but not as you hoped. As you spin around a masked figure gets in your face. It looks like the photo on the tree. The figure moves out of the way and shoves you into the shower. You see Sammy in the tub. She isn't moving. You realize she's dead. The strong arms force you to the toilet. You cry out hopelessly as it puts your head in the toilet. You gurgle as you fade away into blackness. Death: Swirly

Player: Back then, yes. I didn't like to touch back then.
DM: Yes, I know. I remember. I worked in a library back in high school, and when I should have been working, I read all of the books on relationship and sexuality, all written, no doubt in the 1970s and 80s, aged even when I got my knowledge-seeking adolescent mitts on them. "Take it slow," they sagely says. "Offer massages with no thought of carnal reciprocation."That's the phrase they used. Carnal reciprocation.
Player: It takes me a long time to warm up.
DM: Everything was lovely between us, everything, but there there was this unspoken tension that came between us every. Single. Night. When we were seniors--together for three years!--we were together, having been out in the city, walking in the evening, holding hands, having watched fireworks over the river.We had sat on a bench, watching the water, talking about our hopes and dreams, and I was touching your upper arm under your sleeve. You were talking about where you wanted to travel someday, and we were laughing sadly about a favorite restaurant of ours that had closed a few years ago, and then I knew, I knew, that tonight, if I continued to walk that delicate line of maintaining your calm, of praising you, of eye contact, that later I would have your clothes off. It felt like a parlor trick, a sleight-of-hand that I was engaged in, as if I were flexing some muscle that released pheromones, but I didn't have one-hundred percent control of that muscle, and if I lost focus, that magical haze that was surrounding us would fade away.And indeed, that is precisely what happened, and you kissed me later that night and started talking about something your grandmother had said to you when you were little (this is a bad sign) and that you were really stressed out about an exam (no, I can see this isn't happening tonight) and finally that you were really tired and a little headachy (forget it.) I tried to administer CPR to our dying night in bed with you, using the standard method of mouth-to-mouth and chest pressure, but no use.

Player: But what if I had? What if I had touched you?
DM: It's nice to think about, here from a distance of 20+ years, getting the focus of our former selves just so, to think of what our younger selves might have done, could have done, should have done.You would not approve, I think, of my fantasizing about a winsome, nubile, and wasp-waisted girl of eighteen, sooty-lashed, surprisingly large-breasted in spite of her slimness--and now, perhaps you are angry at my words, but what if that girl were you, twenty-plus years ago you, that all would be well That was the body, that is the body that I have planted my flag in, after all, and you were the moon, and I were an astronaut claiming outer space for America--I want to say Buzz Aldrin, but that might not be right.
Player: You know there was that hidden nook in the cafeteria near where people bused their trays.
DM: It's pleasant to imagine, isn't it? And I would write this if I thought anyone but you would see these words. But if you are here, if you have clicked these links, you must want to fantasize with me, and it's just you and me, Natalie, just us, and we're just thinking about our past selves.Part of the fun is that they don't even know, limited by being trapped in the past as they are.If you had taken my hand suddenly, and with a look, a furtive tilt of your head, a slight movement, you could have indicated that hidden nook where people bus their trays by placing them on a rather old-fashioned chain-and-gears conveyor belt that led to the automatic dishwasher.The meal (was it brunch?) had just started, so nobody would be returning their trays, not yet, so the nook would be wholly abandoned. Minimum of ten minutes before anyone could possibly be done, plus there was chocolate cheesecake that day, so add, say, three minutes for that, for a total of thirteen minutes. Assume someone might rush or not like the food, so knock half of that off for a very conservative and enticing six-and-a-half minutes of guaranteed, pure uninterrupted pleasure in the privacy of the nook by the tiny and rather dark busing area.
Player: We went back there. I wanted you.
DM: We hadn't even learned each other's names, but we felt the pull of unresistible lust.It is not like now, scheduled, lights set to 1, almost sterile, after a single glass of sweet wine for you.A to-do list on the night table in case you think of an appointment you need to make for kid #5.I might enter the bedroom, your sweat pants and T-shirt folded primly on the green tall-backed chair. I don't even notice how sad this all is because of my ILF fetish, as it were.But no, this isn't like that.

Player: I thought I recognized you, but I was wrong, so I got up. I'm sure of it.
DM: Is that right? If you say so. If we're going to tell this story, distorted, we can distort it. I don't care. Your memory is shot through with holes, but I don't care. Tell it your way, then.
DM: No.

DM: As you watch Homer raises his machine gun and fires twenty bullets into the police car, hitting both policemen several times and killing them. You promptly drive away from the scene of the crime and flee Chicago. You continue to drive around on the run, hearing on the radio that Tommy was recognized by lawmen in Iowa and killed in a gunfight. With the gang dwindling you reluctantly re-establish contact with Jimmy and arrange a rendezvous in Indiana.

Player: Suicide by dragon.
DM: You brace yourself for the heat from the dragon's fire and you did. But you didn't survive.

DM: The radio snapped on and startled me up and out of bed."Bloody Hells," I whispered, stood and put on my robe, but quickly regretted standing so quickly as all the pressure rushed to my head and made me feel uneven.The radioperson spoke about the weather today. How it was going to be warm and sunny and not at all rainy nor cloudy. Which I thought was preposterous because all I felt inside was rain and clouds, and it wasn't fair the world could go on, knowing you were dead.I couldn't go on knowing you were dead.My heart beat sadly. Alcohol only works for a time, and once its effects wear away, one is left in a much more horrible situtation than when she began. I still remembered Zita Dacosta and I still remembered how miserable I was. And now I had a pounding headache atop it all.I groaned, brushed my hair but it seemed pointless anyway, as there would no longer be any beautiful woman to run her fingers through it.If you would have seen me now, Zita, you would have had a fit. I was so miserable and looked it too. It was as if I had been struck with a horse and carriage.But that was silly, because I hadn't been. If I had been, it was only through my heart.And now there was a great void there in my heart, one that bent my spine and with a swipe of its arm, knocked everything from my vanity askew. And then I buried myself in my arms and wept. . . Again.
Player: Ring the telephone
DM: I moved my head instead of my eyes to look down at the telephone I had knocked to the floor, either in a drunken fit or sober fit. I could no longer tell the difference between my fits. They all blurred together like each and every day of my life.My days were now endless. And not in a good way. Had you been in them, Zita, I would take a thousand endless days. Or rather, just one, since they would be endless.I coughed and staggered onto the floor, collapsed beside the telephone and pulled it from its cradle.I pressed it against my ear, said, "Hello?"But I heard nothing, not even the click of someone hanging up on the other side. Not an ominous breath nor static. It was as if my telephone had been unplugged. But I checked the wire, found that it still was plugged in.I thought perhaps the ringing had been only in my head. But the only ringing I had been accustomed to was the faint one in my ears.And the other ringing had been your voice as you pressed your lips against my ear, Zita. And when you laughed and whispered to me sweet nothings, I forgot all about my tinnitus.I forgot all about many things when you were around, Zita. Besides you, of course.The eery call left shivers on my spine and I finally pulled myself off the ground, almost tripped on the second stair down the stairs.
Player: Ring the doorbell
DM: I almost hollered as the doorbell rang.My heart pounded and I thought perhaps I had gone mad without you Zita.Hells, I know I had gone mad. But now it began to startle me.And so did the single ring of the doorbell that echoed through my empty, lonesome house.I pulled my robe tightly across my chest, unlocked the door and pulled it open.Alas, nothing.Like most of what my life had become, I saw nothing.But actually, I did see something when I dropped my gaze to the ground.Sitting there, a letter, stamped with my own wax seal.Zita, by this point I was quite sure someone was out to murder me now.And I also thought, that would almost be swell. To be dead. I imagined when one is dead, she would never have to feel emotions or weep constantly. Perhaps I could have even seen you again Zita.I checked for any wires but it was just an envelope.I took it in a hand, turned it over to see it was addressed to none other than you, Zita.It was my handwriting, my wax seal. It was the same cotton paper I used when I wrote letters to you, Zita. Like the same letters that overflowed my waste basket, filled to the very edges with complete nonsense.Was this envelope filled with complete nonsense too? And why was it before my door?I felt faint.
Player: Toss the letter
DM: My hands trembled and as I went to tear open the envelope, it slipped from my hands.The wind tore it from me, and it flew into the wind out the door.What the Hells! I thought.And without another thought, I dashed after it, nearly tripped over my own feet.I rushed down the stairs, watched the wind fling that envelope high into the sky, before it drifted back down onto the other side of the road.A couple watched me hurry after it, clutching onto my robe and apologizing for my indecency.But as I reached to grab it again, I swear it was like some sick game. The envelope was swept back up by those inconvenient winds.Down the street a bit, before the envelope made a quick dash to the left, into Blackwood's wooded cemetary.Those chills shook my bones, left bird bumps on my skin as I hurried after the envelope.The cemetary was noticable cooler than the rest of the city. Perhaps due to the lingering spirits that lived there.And finally, just before your grave, Zita, the envelope landed.I fell to my knees, reached for it, but what I had not seen was a tall figure reach as I did, and he snatched it before I could.

DM: Find your phone! There's an app for that, it's linked to your computer and you can see where your phone's been taken.You quickly get to your laptop and type and click until you see a red dot blinking in a map. It's your phone and it's a few blocks away in a pawn shop. The dot dies down and you know that whoever has it just turned it off.At least you know where it is now, what will you do?
Player: Let the police know using that old land line phone you have
DM: You've risked your life enough for one night. You pick up the old landline that you keep around for some reason and you dial the emergencies number.You explain to the attending officer that your phone's been stolen and it's now being sold at a pawn shop at so-and-so andress. The officer tells you not to worry about it and that they'll have your phone back by dawn, probably. You thank the person on the other line and feel satisfied.You just helped arrest a criminal. Maybe you even took down an entire organization of phone-robbers. You chuckle at the idea and go back to bed.
Player: The next day
DM: A phone call wakes you up and when you answer you hear the voice of the officer from last night."We have your phone," says the officer, "we also found a wallet that has your name on it".You feel excited to have gotten your things back. You are not in a hurry today, but you still get ready. You have a good feeling about the day.You arrive at the police station and you remember that not only did you not write on you dream journal, but you also didn't dream weirdly. Today is a good day.There's a cute police officer attending the new lost and found box, they got it just for you. He greets you with a smile and you smile back. The officer gives you your wallet, but he keeps your phone for a bit, fiddling with it. He finally hands it to you with a wink and wishes you a good day.As you walk away, you check your phone and instinct leads you to your contacts, where you find a new name and a winky face.It's a nice name.
Player: Don't dial the number
DM: You don't feel like dating right now, so you ignore the number and go back home. A few months go by and you hear someone in your house, you call the emergencies number and you hear a familiar voice."Well, well, well..." he says, "look who it is".Oh no.He blows you off when you explain the situation and you angrily hang up on him. You call again but the phone keeps making the beeping sound.That son of a...A few minutes go by and you decide to face the burglar. You grab something to act as a weapon and you turn on the lights in your living room.It's actually two burglars.And they're armed.
Player: Don't be a hero
DM: This reminds you of a movie, but never mind that.Your life is in peril!You put down your improvised weapon and smile nervously, hoping that they wont-They shoot you. You bleed to death on the floor.

Player: "Thank god! Me too. I don't want any children either," I said.
DM: God, imagine if you had really said that. Imagine it, really.You know, and I know, you didn't say that. But what a fantasy. How things might have been. And it's all right, I think, to fantasize about this, to imagine it.We spoke of everything that day, that week, that month, for hours and h ours. We talked and discussed everything, and you wanted a family. It's hard to imaging you every saying that to me--that you might not want kids. I'm surprised you even clicked down this path.

Player: I shouldn't have leaned back on the conveyer belt. That was a mistake.
DM: Yes, that's right. You leaned way back on the conveyer belt. Let's say I thought that was hot, like, even though it was kind of wet and probably had a few suds on it, you didn't care, because you were so turned on, you didn't care if you got a little messy, which I thought forebode well for my prospects.So then I came closer to kiss you...
Player: And I leaned forward hungrily. I wanted you.

Player: You would have asked me if you could carry my laundry up.
DM: I would have. And you would be a little older, maybe a little more jaded from a year of experience, disappointed by Lionel or Bud or Max or Cassie. You would have some wounds, some visible in your face, some less so.And me too. I would have gone out with, let's say, Teresa, and then, over summer break, Quinn for a while. But these relationships didn't last. It doesn't really make sense that they would. You don't fall in love with someone on the first day. You grow together, and you grow apart, and then, if it's meant to be, you run into each other again.That's what happened here, in this story. I put your laundry down on your bed, and looked around your room. I'd never thought about your room, or about you, really, since a year ago, but this was the start of something new.You smiled at me and asked me if I was going to the game, and I said yes, although I had no idea what game she was talking about (Settlers of Catan? Football?) and we agreed to meet later that night.
Player: And we fell in love forever that night.
DM: We were shivering at the football game, and I had brought a blanket, and we cuddled under it, and drank hot cocoa I had in a thermos. I wasn't the boy with Gulliver's Travels dumbly staring at you across a table, but a man, or nearly, and I had been working on my shoulders and arms a lot, and I held shivering you and gave you a real story of meeting, not a stupid story about saying hi in a cafeteria.We looked at each other, your chestnut curls falling over your face, your crimson lips parting a little, showing me you wanted me to kiss you, but I knew, and the home team was scoring, and I kissed you as the crowd screamed. Then I pulled back a little and looked at you, and took your chin in my hand and tilted your chin up, just a little. Like we've seen in dozens of movies, and then I kissed you again, and the camera pulls back, let's say, and we are in silhouette against the darkening sky.You're right, Natalie. It's much better. Let's forget all the other parts. I like this version better. Come here, and let me kiss like that right now. Just hit that final link below and look at me that way that you did then.

DM: The remaining swordsman looks down in horror at his buddy on the floor and then readies himself, "Yer worth a pretty coin lass. Less ta share eh? I suppose I should be thanking ye! After I kills ye that is!"
Player: Press the Attack!
DM: Two against one in a small bar with smaller weapons was a difficult proposition but Sebastian had suffered through worse and she'd tested their skills. They were lacking. The remaining swordsman was not an entirely skilled fighter, she'd fought worse in the streets of many a city, and this man was no soldier. He was likely a freelancer or an opportunist.Sebastian was not going to waste time with lesser talent. She feinted and the man pulled his blade to block. She then ducked under his guard and delivered a nasty blow to his crotch with her knee. He went down quickly. A quick slash to his throat finished the business and she stood alone.She looked to the barkeep, "I apologize for the mess," and tossed him another silver coin then walked out of the bar.
Player: Lie
DM: Dame Sebastian, knowing her Lord's instructions, tries to make her presence hidden. She pockets her seal and says simply, "I am Aeris, a weary traveler from Wylock to the West. I come to see the smith for my master Commrin, a purcahser of goods both common and rare."The eldest guard, the grizzled man says, "Ye'll have ta stay outside the gates tonight. We aren't lettin' nobody into the inn. She's all full unless you have a specific invitation."Sebastian adds, "I have coin and am willing to part with it to get lodging inside the walls."Yulle, the younger guard scratches his head, "We could use that coin Tarvis.""Rules are rules Yulle. We don't take no bribes. Sorry lass, ye gotsa git. No invitation, no entrance. Gates open at Seven Stone on the 'morrow.""But!...""No buts unless it's yer butt movin'. No exceptions." Tarvis adds.Sebastian realizes that even though she could easily overpower these guards, they were just doing their jobs. "Fair then good sirs, Seven Stone it is."
Player: Sneak in
Player: Try the Upper North Window
DM: Sebastian decides that now is the time to see if she can sneak some free lodging. She climbs the barrels and crates and pulls herself up to the window for a peek. Seeing that it's late and the inn has shut down, she suspects that all patrons have already headed to bed and if the room is unoccupied it will remain that way until the morning when the maids arrive.She is in luck!The room is dark and empty. Praising the gods, Sebastian begin to work on the window trying to get it open. It takes some work on her tippy toes but after about ten pebbles, she enters the room and crawls onto the bed for a quick nap. She is out like a light in grains (seconds).At dawn she awakens to a maid entering the room. Gathering her wits, Sebastian quickly exits the room brushing past the maid and heads down the stairs and right out of the entrance.

DM: You line up your carbine's sights and place the stock on your shoulder, trying to stay steady. Then, at your command a brilliant beam of charged plasma flies out under the night sky.
Player: Pick a number from the Random Number Table and add it to your markmanship

DM: You keep walking toward the light, even though you are growing tired. You can now see that the light comes from a fire, dancing mysteriously in the darkness. What a fire is doing in this dimness, you cannot discern. After walking for some time, you turn around to see if the woman is still there, out of curiosity. There is no one there. An empty blackness is the only thing that you see where the woman used to stand. The treasure, interestingly enough, has disappeared as well. You turn back to face the fire. The walk is tedious and your legs grow weary, but the light is getting brighter, and the burning flames draw you in. Out of the pitch black emerges a cloaked figure. This one is clad in all black, obscuring his identity even further. You barely have time to collect your thoughts when he reveals a sharp steel blade. You jump backward, your instincts luckily kicking in at the last second, as your thought that this figure is merely another ghost is interrupted by a wide arcing swing of the man's blade that nicks your face. You touch your cheek with your fingers where he pared you. You feel a cut and trickles of blood. "Who the hell are you!" you shout as you back away. The assassin circles you silently with no emotion in his eyes. He does not reply. "What do you want?" you ask again. "Your life," he answers tersely. He takes a jab step toward you. You instinctively hop backward. He maintains the distance, continuing to close in on you as you step backward to match his strides. "Why do you want my life?" you ask. "I am a thief. A thief of life," he says. "I take others' lives so that I may live." He continues walking toward you. The tension mounts as he advances on you. You must act. Surrender is not an option.
Player: Promise him your friendship if he lets you go.
DM: "Please don't hurt me," you begin. "I will forever be your friend if you let me go. I will not forget your generosity if you let me live." You look into his eyes for signs of accedence. None appear. "I want your life," he says menacingly. He charges at you with the speed of a cheetah and stabs at you with the point of his blade. The edge grazes your shirt as you turn sideways just in the nick of time. He roars in anger and chops down with full force at you with his blade. You barely lunge out of the way and roll to your feet. He will not spare you out of graciousness.
Player: Offer him all of your money.
DM: You hurriedly pull everything out of your pockets. Your money and keys fall onto the ground. You blurt, "Take everything. You can have all of my money. Take my keys and everything in my house. I'll even give you the clothes on my back if you'll just please-" Your offer is cut short by a slash at your neck that barely misses as you lean away. Your quick reflexes saved you from an opened throat by mere milliseconds. He looks at you indifferently. His eyes are icy. You get the feeling that your entreaty did not move him one bit. He lunges and slashes at you with his steel blade again. You jump out of the way just in time. Your time is running out.

Player: But then, we slowly started connecting, whispering in class and looking at each other.
Player: And we were completely in love.
DM: Slowly, it happened. We didn't expect it, but maybe we should have. We drew our chairs a little closer together. We stopped happening to sit together, and starting going to class together and sitting together on purpose, in "our" seats.We studied together, and then one day we put the books down and looked at each other. Do you think that's how it would have happened? Would we have asked each other about past loves and figured out all of our past near misses? Or would we forget that and touch lips to each other and be thankful that we'd found each other, even after two years, lost, down the drain. But that didn't really matter. We would have been twenty, and your hips were slim and your wrists were narrow and covered in bangles, and your lips were crimson, and your hair was an impossible burst of chestnut curls, and your eyes were pale blue and young and unlined.I would have longed for those two years, though. Two years! Two full years of loving you--the sweetest, least jaded version of you I could possibly have loved, but it doesn't matter. Perhaps we found each other when we most needed it.
Player: It was the right time, I think. I wish it had happened then, not before.
DM: Maybe so. I would have had more experience, and you would have been ready to commit fully to me. But that's all right.Let's make this our story, then. We met in chemistry class, let's say, and everything else, all the other stupid stories there could have been--just forget it. We had a mature, older, and sweeter meeting, and our lips touched, and we were already thinking about graduation and jobs, not the new vista of college. It was a more mellow wine, not as youthful, but that's all right. I think it's all right. I'm a little embarrassed by my freshman year self too.Happy anniverary, then, Natalie, two years fewer than I thought, but happy anniversary nevertheless.

Player: "But I want six kids," I said.
DM: What was there to say to that, your eyes so trusting, your kittenish arms so slender, so delicate. Your petite hips, as yet unsullied by the indignities of childbirth?It was a crossroads. A moment much like the dilemmas I suppose I am presenting to you in this amusing diversion of a quiz, as I stand here over you, admiring you as you play. There was no equivocating, no third choice. No looking away from this sudden stark choice before me.I could have you, sweet Natalie, with whom I was in love, sitting across from me, knee touching mine, gently, lips curling in a soft smile, sure that I was joking about not wanting children, poised to laugh in relief and worship at my wit and we would live happily ever after, tra la, the eight of us. We would be matriarch and patriarch, maw and paw, and our six fat children to-be, already somehow imagined by me with mucus running down each and every one of their noses, and/or bleeding from skinned knees..Or I could slip away, insanely parting fro you at once, from the girl I loved, for no reason other than that an imagined future might prove nauseating. It would be as mad as if we parted because I liked Worcestershire sauce on my steak and you eschewed meat altogether. Strange, unaccountable, suggestive of a certain difference between us, but to part over it?You recall, naturally, my response.

DM: You decide to take the scientific approach and study the creature. You move behind a tree in case the thing turns around. It is a creepy monster, just in the very way it walks about. Just as you thought, it begins to turn in your direction. You quickly hide behind the tree. You don't hear anything, so hopefully it didn't see you. Then suddenly, you hear loud hissing right next to you and with an immense bang it explodes. You fly backwards, let go of your sword and land a few feet away. You take a second to take in the pain and then sit up. The area where your tree was is now a big hole in the ground. You find your sword, which is badly damaged, and check around you. At that moment, you hear a deafening moan. You see another creature charging towards you. It's a nice little zombie, of course.
Player: Charge the Zombie!
DM: You decide to fight the zombie defensively and wait for it to come to you, which happens to be quite quickly. It gets to attacking distance in no time, but you are ready. You swing your sword for a lethal hit, but the zombie blocks it with his arm and hits the sword out of your hand and it hits the ground. With a loud crash it breaks into pieces. You instantly take off in the opposite direction but you can tell from the footsteps behind you that it is catching up. You need to find somewhere to hide from the zombie. You conviently see a cave to your right and tall trees to your left.
Player: Hide in the Cave!
DM: You take off at full speed into the cave. You notice a lot of big rocks lying around and decide to use them to block off the entrance to the cave and keep the zombie outside. You set down your sword and take a few rocks and quickly stack them in the entrance. You just place the last one as the zombie slams itself against your little fortification. and knocks you back in terror. Daylight is starting to appear and you begin to see the zombie more clearly as it destroys your rock wall. Then suddenly, as it takes away the last rock, the zombie bursts into flames! It panics, forgetting about you and runs around in circle for minute before dying. You step out of the cave.
Player: Go Back Inside!
DM: You take the loser approach and run back inside. You look through a window and notice it still standing there, menacingly. There's no way this thing is going away. You take your sword and go to sleep with it right next to you. It takes you a while, but you finally fall asleep. The next day, you work on your fireplace to take your mind off of that thing. Evening comes again and you decide to do something about this little weirdo.
Player: Go Explore for it
DM: You gather your necessary supplies and head off despite the nighttime risk. An hour or two passes and you see nothing, not even the normal monsters. You decide to take a break and set up a fire to cook some food. You reach into your backpack and then a hard hit to the back of your head knocks you unconscious.
DM: You awake some time later in an almost completely dark room. A light shines in on you from above. You look up and see a long hole leading all the way up to the surface. You must be very deep underground. You have nothing on you and you're not even tied up or anything, which actually freaks you out more. You start to rattle your brain for any memories when you hear footsteps. There it is. That thing. It really is just like you. Then, as it raises its hand and you stare dead into its face, you think your final thought, "Those eyes. Dear God, those eyes."

DM: Your weapons snap up, then flash back down, thwarting the enemy's attack which could have cut deep into your neck and the hearts of your companions. An arrow sails over you and into the side of the minion's head. It falls to the side, and lays still for a moment.You turn towards your archer companion and congratulate him. He is lying on the ground where he fell, with his bow in his hands. Then the staff-wielder says something under his breath. "What's that?" you ask him, and turn towards him."He's not dead. The body should have burned by now."Rushing towards the "corpse", you attempt to bring your swords down upon it, but the creature leaps up and stops you before you can. The fighting continues for a few moments more, and then he nearly slashes through your chest. Jumping back, you avoid the attack. A smile spreads across your face, and you stab forward.Another arrow flies towards the Dayel's minion, but he swats this one aside and jumps back so that you cannot stab him as he points his swords towards each of your friends. You hear shouts of pain and thumps as they land unconscious on the ground. Shouting angrily, you run forward and attack.
Player: Swing your sword to the side
DM: The weapon comes towards the Dayel's minions, and you smile when it strikes true. The creature falls to its knees, this time not faking its death, and snarls into your face. Then, slowly, before it even hits the floor, its flesh begins to burn away, leaving you with your sword sticking through the air where your dead foe once was.Waking your companions, who get up with groans of pain, you put the Dayel's realm behind you.
Player: Epilogue
DM: Your companions and you travel back to the village that you found when you dove into the lake, and there you rest for the next week or so, contemplating your adventures. The battle, however, has only just begun, as all three of you know. For the time, you go your separate ways, though you are all certain you'll meet again in the future.The world, however, is not ready to rest peacefully just yet, despite the constant violence it has known of late. Wandering into the village where you first left hiding, the place where you killed the one that had forced you to keep out of the public eye, comes a man who does not wear a hood, but has a face hidden by something you know not of. His features are blank, as if a blank canvas waiting to be painted upon.Though you know some amount of happiness, you know that it can't last, for the Dayel still works its subtle influence upon the world, reaching out.Its claws are grasped even more firmly about this world it wishes to call its own than you can possibly know.To be Continued...

Player: I'd slightly nod, not really remembering you, and dance away. And never see you again.
DM: Then, goodbye, imaginary Natalie. It could easily have so. It's a horrible, sad, whimpering end of a story but also traumatic and all too possible.I would have looked after you as you disappeared into the crowd, your small body quickly out of sight hidden by the other dancers, and I would drink my Scotch on the rocks--disgusting-tasting--and be deafened by the bass, and sit on the side for a while, and gather my thoughts, and then try to chat up two girls from Jersey completely unsuccessfully, coming out fifty dollars the poorer after buying them both cosmos.And that, my Natalie, is where I would be seven years after college without you. You would be lovely, dancing, having the time of your life, no doubt attracting a troop of sailors on leave, while I was sad and broken. That, of course, is my point. You are everything to me, and I know what you are, and how lucky I have to have you dance towards me, not away, to walk towards my table at the cafeteria, not past. I know, Natalie. And I love you, and I can't bear to think about it anymore.

Player: All right, I guess. We might have. We might have talked and clicked and fallen in love.
DM: Try to be a little more enthusiastic, Natalie. This is your fantasy and our story. We were--we would have been--in love. The world was ensuring it. Say it with some enthusiasm.

Player: I remember that you said you would have children with me, gladly.
DM: Did I say that explicitly? I remember that I forced my smile, willing it to turn upwards. I wanted to be agreeable, to effortlessly be the man you wanted me to be--but more, I wanted to see that I was making an effort to be that way.To agree kindly, even as you saw that I did not agree, and that, in my heart's heart, I felt unkind.That I would agree to the life you imagined, making the supreme sacrifice--my life, my youth, my happiness--just to obey the hormonal juices making your mouth say what you deeply desired.Yes, of course, my sweet Natalie. And I promised myself that anything I said out of love or duty or momentary weakness of misplaced post-coital bliss could ever, ever overwrite this firm moment of certainty that this was not what I wanted. That any future lies or claims of happiness were hereby declared null and void well in advance.These words all ran through my mind, bitter and ice-cold, like black tea left with the teabag soaking in it overnight on the windowsill.But did I come around, in the end, as you promised I would? That when I met my children, I would fall in love with that, and look back and see that I had been wrong?

DM: You decide that you are good enough on your own, you don't NEED trainers, in fact, you are probably better than them! In fact, you are so caught up by your thoughts that you decide to go pay them a visit, and beat them, just to show how good you are!
Player: To the Trainers!
DM: You decide to visit the Trainers, mostly because you are bored and want to see if the Trainers are any good. Robina tells you that she wants to spend some time with her father, so she will be remaining in Swordhaven. Zorbak says he wants to play with skeletons and practice his necromancy a while, so he heads for the graveyard. You set off with the Book of Lore who has no choice in the matter ('I want Robina! She smells better and won't mistreat me!'). You ignore its objections and tuck it under your armpit just to spite it. You travel for a few days before reaching the trainers. You head into the house which they supposedly live in and see four people... fighting! A horde of elementals hammer away at a grey haired man wielding a enormous blade. Behind him stands a middle aged woman, healing him and casting spells that make him invulnerable. A blue haired lady directs the elements, while multiple shadows attempt to breach a barrier of light. You stare in awe of their prowess. You decide that they must be the trainers. You decide that you want to gain their attention.
Player: Clear your throat.
DM: You clear your throat. They continue fighting. 'Be respectful and ask for guidance you fool!' says the Book of Lore. You decide to follow the instructions of the Book of Lore, and say loudly, in a respectful tone, 'Greetings, masters, I am a humble student seeking guidance in the skills of the four classes.' They immediately stop fighting. Then they all come at you! First, the grey haired man comes at you with his blade. It is all you can do to parry his strokes. You are dead tired and shaking from parring when the shadow reveals itself to be a woman with twin daggers. You are disarmed almost immediately but the death you thought was coming didn't. Instead, you dodge the woman's blades, and you get nicked in a dozen places. The blue haired lady then flicks Fireballs and Ice Shards at you. You deflect them and send your own magic at her. She deflects them back, and surrounds you with elementals. You manage to create a magic shield but can't keep it up for long. She dismisses her elementals as soon as they pound through your shield. Finally, the grey haired woman comes up to you. 'Heal yourself.' She says. You do so and all four of them look awed. 'He is the one.' 'No one has ever managed to do that.' 'He shows promise.' 'Let's train him.'

Player: Right. This is better. Imagine if we had, really imagine it.
DM: I'm picturing button thumbed open, and clasps managed, zipped worked down, belts loosened, you leaning back against the aluminum-trimmed institutionally-gray-painted wall where in five-and-one-quarter minutes now, people will arrive to bus their trays.I slide my hand lightly up your upper arm, no matter that there's no possibly way past-me could now that that is your on-button, but never mind, I do it anyway.We'll introduce each other later, but for now, hands, and mouths, and other parts make their introductions first, and the low din of brunchers behind the low wall serves as our background.What if that's how we met?

DM: I see the boat from far away in the fading twilight.The waves are heaving as I draw closer. It's a big yacht-one of those hundred footers that rich businessmen can rent just to have a party.I pull alongside and look up at the bulk of it. The Sable Rose, the boat's called. The sea rolls and tosses me like a lost lover.There's a ladder here.
Player: Investigate more
DM: I sail in a slow, lazy circle around the yacht. Other than a single open porthole, there is nothing interesting.I wonder if here's anyone home.
Player: Go back around
DM: The waves are heaving as I pull alongside and look up at the bulk of it. The Sable Rose, the boat's called. The sea rolls and tosses me like a lost lover.There's a ladder here.
Player: The Sun Deck
DM: The place I'm at is called the Sun Deck. There's a group of deck chairs here, and a Jacuzzi that is green and gunky. This place looks dead.I turn left. There is an open door, leading to a downward staircase.
Player: The hallway
DM: I'm in a hallway. It's surprisingly clean and well-lit. A sign says Upper Deck.To my right is what looks like a bar-it's got high stools bellied up to a counter, and some fancy-looking cocktail glasses in a mahogany cabinet. To my left is a TV room, with leather sofas and a movie-screen sized TV. The end of the hall is darkness.I hear a noise coming from that way. Soft thudding, like footfalls. Too big to be a rat, and they don't usually have those on boats like this anyway.A stowaway?
Player: Go into the TV room
DM: He was awoken out of a sound sleep by the footsteps in the hallway upstairs. This made him angry until he realized what it meant. Someone had found him. Someone knew he was still here.He momentarily wondered if this had to do with Marisa's last transmission. But that was crazy, of course.Either way, he couldn't let this person-these people-he couldn't let them find him.He couldn't let them find out what he's done.He struggled to extract himself from the heavy blankets he had layered ove himself--he was always so cold these days. They could be coming down from the hallway anytime. He thought about using the ventilation duct in the master bedroom suite where he was sleeping, but he decided the one in the stairway, though riskier if someone were coming down, would be a better bet. There was a way to get up to the Sun Deck from there.He made a break for the stairs.
DM: The bar is as you would expect-top shelf liquors and furniture exactly as cheap as a rich person can buy for their million dollar yacht.There's nothing interesting here.
Player: Go back into the hallway
DM: The hallway is surprisingly clean and well-lit. A sign says Upper Deck.
Player: Go to the end of the hallway

DM: You turn down Homer and go back to Indiana with John and Harry. In the first week of September the three of you drive up to the State Bank in Indianapolis and leave Harry in the car while the pair of you walk into the bank. John casually climbs up on a table and announces that the bank is being robbed. The teller behind the counter is talking on the phone and doesn't even look up."Get away from that damn telephone," you snap at him.Finally the teller looks up to find you pointing a gun at him and quickly puts the phone down. While you hold the two tellers hostage John empties the vault, you both lock the tellers inside the vault and stroll out to the car. As you drive out of town you count the money and find you have stolen $24,000, making our share a cool $8,000.John is delighted and quickly explains his plans - he means to bribe guards at Michigan State Penitentiary to smuggle pistols into boxes of thread for the prison workshops and get word to your friends Pete, Charles, Red and Russell that the breakout is on, after that he's going to head over to Dayton, Ohio to see a girl he's dating. Harry plans to lounge around in a hotel in Indianapolis until John sends word that he needs him.
Player: Go with John to smuggle the guns into prison
DM: You accompany John to Jackson, Michigan where the State Penitentiary that you spend so many unhappy years in is located. John makes contact with some guards who agree to smuggle several loaded pistols he purchased into the prison. Once that is accomplished you both head down to Dayton, Ohio so John can visit a girlfriend of his called Mary Longnaker.Visiting Mary's apartment you decide to go out on the balcony for a smoke while John shows Mary some photos he took recently. While you are on the balcony you hear a knock on the door. A moment later you hear it opened and two men walk into the room. A second later your blood runs cold as you hear them speak."Stick them up John, we're police officers," a voice orders. "Don't resist John. I'll kill you."A dozen thoughts rush through your head, though you are on the fifteenth floor you wonder if you can climb down onto the balcony below...
Player: Try climbing down
DM: Quickly you throw aside your cigar and swinging your legs over the balcony you carefully lower yourself down, keeping a firm grip on the balcony. Stretching to your full height you can just touch the balcony below with your feet, taking a deep breath you let go of the balcony of Mary's apartment with your hands.You feel a rush of fear as your feet slip on the balcony rail below but they slip inwards, you hit the balcony rail with your butt first and bump down into a sitting position on the balcony floor. Though you've painfully bruised your tailbone you don't hesitate but spring up and hurry off the balcony and through the apartment, past a confused looking housewife holding a baby, out the door and hurry down the stairs.You flee rapidly out of the apartment and catch a bus out of town, working your way down to Indianapolis where you reunite with Harry four days later. He has already heard of John's arrest and neither of you are sure what to do until that night when ten prisoners used the guns John smuggled into them to escape Michigan State Penitentiary.Your friends Harry Pierpont, Charles Makley, Red Hamilton and Russell Clark use stolen cars to reach Indianapolis where you and Harry meet with them a few days later. You are thrilled to see your pals again: Harry, cold and clever, Charles, experienced and dependable, Red, absent-minded but loyal and Russell, gregarious and confident, are all thrilled to see you too. They are soon planning a bank robbery in the nearby town of St Mary's Ohio before busting John out of prison. Harry, who doesn't know any of them, turns down taking part in the robbery and instead opts to hide out in Chicago for a month or two.
Player: Join Harry, Charles, Red and Russell in the bank job
DM: On the chosen day the five of you drive into the little town of St Mary's in Ohio. While you and Russell wait in the car the others walk into the town's bank and quickly rob it. They emerge minutes later having locked the staff in the vault after a straight-forward robbery and you all drive out of town. The take from the bank is $11,000, making your share $2,200.Nine days after the St Mary's Bank Job you are ready to make your raid on Lima Prison to rescue John Dillinger. The plan is for you all to drive to the prison and while Russell waits in the car Harry, Red and Charles will pretend to be lawmen and ask to see John. They will draw their guns, take the lawmen in the little jail hostage and free him. You need to choose which part of the plan you join.
Player: Enter the prison with Harry, Red and Charles
DM: You and your companions drive up to Lima Prison that night and knock on the door. It is opened by a portly and friendly-looking Sheriff."What do you need?" he asks cheerfully."We're from Michigan City," you tell him. "We want to see John Dillinger.""Let me see your credentials," the Sheriff says."Here's out credentials," you say and you and your companions draw your pistols. The Sheriff takes one look and grabs for your gun. Shocked you instinctively squeeze the trigger and shoot him in the chest. The Sheriff falls to the ground, as he does his wife across the room screams."Give us the keys to the cells," Harry shouts at her and frightened she fetches the keys for him. You see John standing in a jail cell smiling as Harry gets the keys and hurries up to free him. Next to you the Sheriff lies on the floor gasping."Oh men, why did you have to do this to me?" he moans. "My love, I believe I am going to have to leave you," he tells his wife. You say nothing and avoid looking at the Sheriff as John grabs his hat and coat and joins the rest of you in hurrying out of the bank. John is elated by the rescue and together you are all swiftly making plans for your next bank job.
Player: Your Biggest Bank Job
DM: One autumn afternoon you all drive into Greencastle, Indiana. While Russell sits in the car you and Charles take up positions at the door while John, Harry and Red go straight into the bank. The robbery unfolds seamlessly, they emerge minutes later clutching sacks bulging with cash. In the drive out of town you count it: $75,000! It is the biggest amount you have ever stolen and each person's share is $12,500.You initially flee to Chicago but there is soon some bad news: you and John's friend Harry Copeland is arrested after foolishly getting into a drunken fight. You all decide to clear out of town and with your crimes now making national headlines you decide to rob a bank in Racine, Wisconsin, expecting it to be an easy job.
DM: One winter's day you all drive into Racine, leaving Russell in the car and Red at the doors you, John, Harry and Charles stride into the bank. You stride right up to the teller's windows where the man inside is talking on the phone."Stick them up," Charles orders. "Next window please," the man replies tersely without looking up.Charles raises his pistol and shoots the man in the arm, knocking him off his chair. Moments later a loud alarm siren starts blaring out, you and your companions glance at each other. Leaving you and Charles in the lobby John and Harry run into the vault to begin stealing the contents. As you are standing by the doors a policeman comes wandering through and you grab him. Moments later a second policeman steps through the doors holding a machine gun."Get that cop with the machine gun," Harry shouts from over by the vault.

DM: To your astonishment, he doesn't kill you! He simply replys "Oh, that Murkey! he keeps stealing my toast! Mind if I join you?"
Player: "2 swords + 0 weapons = Better chance of suvival."
DM: The rogue joins you, and begins to run. He yells for you while running, better catch up!
Player: I'm on it!
DM: You have arrived at the cave, and you saw the creature! He has a blue, and very tall top hat in his hands. You decided to ask it for the hat, to see if it knows English. You ask asked for the hat, and it replied "Hey, I like this hat! Theres no way you can take it away from me! After all, you don't even have anything to threaten me with!" So obviously he could speak English. But what to do? You don't have any weapons. Maybe if you knew someone who had some weapons, he'd help you.
Player: Go look for someone who has something pointy.
Player: "I'm looking for a short thing with a hat, why?"
Player: "Don't bet on it."
DM: You try to say no, after all, a rogue is bad news! But you're too polite to say "I'd rather you leave me alone." And he forces his way into your heart. Hes so sweet, in an annoying and intimidating way.
Player: "Okay, You can come."

DM: That answer's just a little too smarmy for your tastes, and you're looking for more than a little ego-stroking. You bid farewell to the slicksters, along with a few others who fail to set off and initial sparks in your heart.It's time for some big First Night Fun, and Chris, the host, asks you where you want to entertain the remaining 12 ladies. You reply:
Player: "In the game room, Chris."
DM: You lead the ladies to a fabulously decked out game room, complete with an amazing stereo system, and a pool table that gets your attention right away. What's your first romantic move of the night?
Player: Put on some smooth grooves and invite the ladies to dance with you.
DM: Some sweet Barry White starts flowing out of the speakers, and after a few tracks, you've got two cuties dancing by your side, each one vying more and more for your attention. Gemma, a tall outdoorsy type with long brown hair, and Ruthie, a petite and curvy redhead with adorable freckles and a spunky smile, are each inching closer and closer to you. What do you do?
Player: Give them each a quick peck on the cheek.
DM: Gemma and Ruthie both squeal with delight, but you catch some of the other girls giving you nasty looks. You may have scored points with two girls, but you're in the doghouse with 10 others. Try to be a little more diplomatic from now on, okay, Romeo? You wish everyone sweet dreams and retire to your bachelor's suite, looking forward to Round Two.
Player: Put the moves on every girl and get rid of anyone who doesn't let me get to second base.
DM: It may not be the most romantic plan, but it sure is a fun one. You get the most... um, enthusiastic, responses from Sara, an otherwise shy blonde with a really athletic build, Georgie, a really funny brunette with spiky bangs and a huge smile, and Rachel, a demure, dark-skinned beauty. That night at the rose ceremony, you keep those three along with three others who have grabbed your interest.You're down to six, and it's time for Round Three.
Player: Vow to get rid of her at the next rose ceremony. You don't need any Fatal Attractions.
DM: Smart move. This girl's definitely got a few screws loose. The next few days are spent canoodling with several of the fabulolus women and opening up your heart, spilling some of your secrets, and hearing some of theirs in return.At the next rose ceremony, you say goodbye to Jessica, Miami and Ruthie.It's time to film the Final Episode and to decide who you're realling falling in love with!
Player: Final Episode
DM: You're down to three ladies, and you have to choose: Will it be Laura, Gemma or Sara? You've figured out the pros and cons for each.Laura is the sexiest and also the smartest, but you're not sure if she is really into you, or if this is all a game to her.Gemma is a sweetheart, if not the brightest girl, and she is 100% heads over heels for you. But does she really love you, or just the fantasy of a perfect man sweeping her off her feet? Sara is a little quiet and mysterious, and you feel you haven't quite cracked her shell yet. But you feel irresistibly drawn to her, and keep thinking of the sparks that have flown when you have gotten her, on rare occasions, to open up. You are really unsure of how she feels about you, however, and picking her would be a real risk.Who do you choose as your final girl, who you will have the opportunity to propose to if you desire?
Player: Gemma
DM: You've chosen Gemma, and now you have a big decision to make. Will you propose marriage to her, or will you just ask her to be your girl?
Player: Ask Gemma to be my girl
DM: You see Gemma waiting for you, and you feel a huge burden lifted from your heart, knowing that you won't have to ask her to rush into anything, but also knowing that she'll realize you chose her over the 23 other women and how special you think she is. Finally, it's time, in front of the camera and millions of future television viewers, to pop the question:

DM: John shudders."That day... Mary and I should not gone out but how could we have known? When we left Gabriel was in a good mood, he was writing and singing Spanish love songs to himself. He seemed excited about something. We started walking towards Yung Shue Wan to do some shopping when I realized I had forgotten my wallet. We had only been gone about ten or fifteen minutes but it was too long! When we saw Gabriel wasn't at home we went straight to the beach, I was sure he had gone there because it was his favorite spot. We were shouting his name at the top of our voices as we walked - I think he must have been dead by then. You can hear a good loud shout from the village all the way to the beach.We didn't pass anyone on the path and it takes ten minutes to walk that path. No one could have hurt our son and come back past us and there is no other path to that beach. No... I'm quite sure Gabriel was alone when he died. I find it hard to accept that he could have done that kind of thing to himself - it was against our religion and everything he believed in. He wasn't the kind of boy to steal drugs and then use them on himself, I brought him up better than that. My wife still can't accept it but over time I have had to believe it, what other answer is there?"John lowers his head and closes his eyes tight and uses his thumb and forefinger to wipe the tears out of them.
Player: Ask him if Gabriel knew anything about pirate treasure
DM: John considers the question for a surprisingly long time before answering."Pirate treasure was not usually the kind of thing Gabriel was interested in," he says finally. "He preferred Math and code writing and such things but... I think his grandparents might have told the story about Tsai and his treasure to him. It's an old legend and Gabriel was very close to his grandmother. His grandmother used to tell him lots of things about the island's history. She probably mentioned the stories about Tsai to her, in fact I'm sure she would have actually. Gabriel never expressed any great interest about it to us though. I was very surprised that the last entry he wrote in her diary was about that. I don't know why my boy did that."John looks mildly puzzled for a moment then shrugs.
Player: Ask him what his son was like
DM: John's body sags slightly as you ask him about his son."Gabriel was the best son a man could want," he tells you. "He was a good Catholic, strong and clever too: he was always reading and writing. When I came over from Chile and married his mother - I took his mother's family name in accordance to her father's wishes - I never dreamed we would have such a wonderful boy. The librarian at his school once told me Gabriel had taken more books out of the school's library than any other student. He was a good son who did everything I told him to and a good grandson as well to Mary's parents, when he wasn't with us he was visiting his grandparents, Mary's parents who live up by the Old Cemetery. The day he died the light went out of our lives."You smile sympathetically.
Player: Talk to Mary Xing
DM: Mary Xing looks at you expectantly with bright, intelligent eyes as you think what to ask her.

DM: A giant wall of debris is behind you. Well, everyone in the city is dead now. So much for that. You see the wall slowing down as it comes closer and closer to you. You're going to be okay. One window of your car breaks, but that's all the damage it does. You survived. Unfortunately you lost your house, family, and everyone in your city is dead.You don't know where to go now, so you just stop at the next town with the aim of reporting the bomb. But you can tell by the looks on everyone's faces that they all already know. You see A09 sitting down next to her car, crying, so you sit next to her. The two of you don't say a word to each other, yet still seem to have a conversation. If you did what A01 told you to do, could you have saved all those lives?Maybe.You got the meh ending.

Player: I think you muttered something into your cup and changed the subject.
DM: Yes. Although we stayed together during college, in my heart, I'd already left, and I severed my attachment, memory by memory.When I touched you, I was elsewhere. When you made plans for afterwards, I knew that it was just a story. These children, these phantom, not-yet-existing children had managed to sever us and I hated them.They were monsters, demon-children, to see love between us and kill it, Oedipus-like, heartless.And then, without a word, after graduation, I left you sleeping in our shared dorm-room bed. The room was already packed up, boxes ready for us to move in together in some faraway city. You'd found a place, and spoke of first and last months' rent and deposits and speaking of how the apartment had an extra little room just big enough for storage or soon a crib.
Player: And you were gone when I woke up.
DM: I could not put enough distance between us. You know that, or you must have guessed. But I never, never, never stopped loving you and thinking about you. Even when you moved, even when you got married a few years later to that balding ignoramus and had the children you wanted, and forgot about me, I still loved you.So that's why I'm here. And that is why I am standing here, watching you, standing over you, hands in your hair, caressing you while you play my storygame.Your house, you will notice, is quieter than usual, and this is the last link, and you have to press it. There is no going back. It's our anniversary tonight, of the day we met, and I think you almost forgot. But now you remember everything, don't you, my love, my Natalie.

Player: Just imagine with me. No kids.
DM: It's hard to imagine. Sometimes I think the shrieks of glee and wails of disappointment (indistinguishable) have permanently dismantle some part of my brain responsible for the higher imaginative functions. But I will try.
Player: Imagine just us. Really imagine it.
DM: What would that even mean? We wake up and feel like sleeping more, and so we sleep. We get Mexican food and drink bad margaritas, and walk home late. Think of how empty the clothes hamper would be, how full the fridge is of food we like, how unsticky the floor!The notion of being able to have sex while making any sound at all! Or, more poignantly, to bite into a potato chip without six pairs of ears being alerted and demanding what is "fair"!No birthday parties to plan, no "plays" with incoherent plots and inaudible narrators to sit and applaud through with gritted teeth.Think of the silence, where we could gaze at each other and be in love in the morning, as the sun warms us, curtains open, arms twined around each other without any one else around beseiging our bedroom door, swarming in, one child having slept on our floor, another actually having somehow slept in our bed ("he was scared"), but only us, us, us.When people are as in love as we are, the rest of the world melts away adn we don't need anything or anyone else.And here we can at least fantasize about it. I like that you want to. It's such a modest fantasy, to think of kissing you for more than four seconds at a time without you needing to take someone's temperature or sign a permission slip.
Player: But this seems a little sad and bitter when you say it. One child would be all right.
DM: I'm sorry that my pleasant fantasy doesn't quite mesh with yours. I'd hope we could, somehow, daydream. You find my story sad with no children in it? All right, look--one child. Imagine one child, then, and forget the rest. We enjoyed all the pleasures of raising a baby, youth, et cetera, and now let us say we have a ten-year-old, no a twelve-year-old. Of of our more isolated daughters, entering her brooding adolescence, so she's mostly in her room all day, downstairs, door shut.Can we still have this fantasy, then, of being together, of soaking in other completely, if we stipulate one child in this fantasy?

Player: I wonder...maybe we wouldn't ever introduce ourselves. What if we walked away and never talked again?
DM: It would have been amazing, and we would have pulled our clothes back up or down, realizing that we had stolen something forbidden from the dragon's hoard without waking the guardian.I would look at you for one moment more, still tasting your mouth in mine, and then, I think, we'd walk away. I'd return to my table and collect my things, abandoning my now cold corn chowder, and you would have already walked away with dignity (but you and I would know, with secret indignity). You would walk out, a half-smile on your crimson-painted lips, and enjoyed going about your day knowing what you'd just done.But it was enough. Anything afterwards would be anti-climactic, so to speak, a slow deterioration, an attempt to recapture something.And so we should remain strangers.
Player: I can agree to that. Total strangers.
DM: Well, total stranger who see each other. We'd see each other at school functions or in a dark parking lot, and feel each other's eyes on each other's bodies.And then, forever after, we both would carry that germ of thought within us--at work, at the gym, in bed with our later lovers. That someone whose name we never learned, had absorbed us completely, had consumed some part of us that nobody else could ever wholly have us.We'd think about each other, I suspect, and return in dreams of freedom and wildness when our current relationships grew stale. And our image of us would grow brighter even as our memories of everything else got dimmer. More of an idea than a person, with each passing year, central to our existence.I don't know if I wish that we'd gone down this path.The fact that you've chosen it must mean you want to, that you would have wanted to. We could have been each other's bright spot in the past. I wonder if there's a way to find that, to untangle the maze of our choices, and find the way it should have gone, to relive it right.I love you, Natalie, and I loved you, and I will love you. But I think I love past you, potential-you, nameless you, you about whom I have so little information-you best. If I am ever unfaithful to you, ever, it's with that girl, when I close my eyes.

Player: Leave and go back out into the village

Player: But what if it were *always* like that? If we never stopped being that way?
DM: That's interesting. At some point we'd forget all civilized norms--and why wasn't this our story, it occurs to me, being in the lawful possession of two healthy, well-functioning, 18-21 year old bodies, of our preferred respective genders and orientations?to find ourselves in the same time and place, with no supervision, utmost privacy, and minimal responsibilities, aside from a paltry five-page essay on the Etruscans or whatnot--why, to be very specific, did we not mark every square inch of that campus with unrestrained and fancy intercourse hour after hour?But we can imagine it and think about our housemates senior year, jealously audience to us, through the paper-thin walls of our suite.
Player: In the science labs.
DM: Sure, the science labs, why not. In the biology lab, with a captive audience of fruit flies (Drosophilia) and zebrafish (Danio rerio) we indulged in the activities that only a few hours before the basic biology students had learned about in a highly clinical way, making the sterile lab less sterile.
Player: The bathroom at the library.
DM: Yes, that bathroom in the library with the graffiti, with the scrawled word, written in black marker, SEX, right on the wall as if we were being closed captioned for the hearing impaired.In the student center's multi-purpose room, having filled out the proper paperwork to reserve it between 3:50-4:20 p.m., to use the multi-purpose room for our singular purpose.In the fine art studio, after hours, tangled in a complex nude figure study up on the platform. A pose too difficult for the Basic Drawing students to render.In the "Books Written by Faculty!" aisle of the school bookstore, always empty, showing our school spirit on a cushion of T-shirts, pennants, and sweaters.In our graduation robes, nothing underneath, hands still warm from shaking the university president's hand after receiving our diplomas, cum laude, behind the auditorium.
Player: I can think of dozens of others.
DM: Me too.But the point is that with that start, propelled by those fireworks, how could we not be on a different trajectory--we could still be those kids, but just a bit older. We could still be insatiable for each other, still in love, as hungry was we were that first time in the cafeteria. That didn't happen, but you see it could have.Let's take those memories and go upstairs, and pretend, and defy time for a while. Happy anniversay, my Natalie.

Player: Read Chow's List of Suspects
DM: List of Suspects:1: Chow Feng (though, naturally, I do not consider myself a suspect!). Usually at the Tsai Pirate Cave.2: Jesus Xing (Gabriel's father). Lives in Lo So Shing Village.3: Mary Xing (Gabriel's mother). Lives in Lo So Shing Village.4: Chen Feng (my brother and also a friend of Gabriel). Lives in Lo So Shing Village.5: Dr John Yeung (involved in the investigation of Gabriel's death). Lives in Yung Shue Wan Village.6: Detective Inspector Wan Ling (involved in the investigation of Gabriel's death). Lives in Yung Shue Wan Village.7: Councilor Lau Fei (involved in the investigation of Gabriel's death). Lives in Yung Shue Wan Village.8: Nathan Hall (Arrested on suspicion of Gabriel's murder, later freed). Lives in Lo So Shing Village.9: Chau Xing (Gabriel's grandfather). Lives near Lo So Shing Village.10: Lily Xing (Gabriel's grandmother). Lives near Lo So Shing Village.NOTE: THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ITEM. PLEASE PICK IT UP AND USE IT WHENEVER YOU NEED TO REFER TO THIS LIST AGAIN.
Player: Read Gabriel's Second Note

DM: You stand at the crossroads for a long while, looking left, looking right, fighting the urge to go back and curl up in your blankets. You want to go somewhere, anywhere else, but if little Mary is there, all toothless grin and lopsided pigtails, you have to be there too.You take one step forward. Then another and another, until you are running. It would feel good if you didn't know where you were going. Sweaty and panting, you arrive at the edge of the town square. People on the edge of the crowd call for Mr. Summers to pause the proceedings.
Player: Move On
DM: "We wondered when you'd turn up," Mr. Summers says. Several voices in the crowd say things like "Good fellow. Go on, your folks are up there," and "Glad to see your mother's got a young man to do it."The people separate good-humoredly to let you through. You make it to your family, but you cannot bear to look them in the eye. They seem to understand. Your mother puts her arm around you and Mary hugs you around the waist. Grandpa ruffles your hair and grunts something about being proud of you.
Player: The Lottery
DM: "A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names-heads of families first-and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?" The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions; most of them were quiet, wetting their lips, not looking around."- Shirley Jackson, The Lottery One by one, the heads of all the town's families are called to go up. They greet Mr. Summers with tight smiles, reach into the black box, and pull out their folded slips of paper. Finally, your name is called. You go forward. At this moment, you feel like the tattered black box- falling apart at the seams."Go on," Mr. Summers says, not unfriendly.It is your turn.
Player: Proceed
DM: You plunge your hand into that shabby black box and stir the insides up. You take your time, even with the waiting crowd at your back. You blindly examine slips of paper between your fingers, feeling for the folds and creases created by others before you. How did they choose? Were they guided by a sixth sense, or perhaps a divine hand? Did they feel each slip as you are doing now, hoping for a flash of insight, a guarantee of safety? How can you possibly choose? Mr. Summers is starting to look impatient. You seize two pieces of paper. One is smooth. When you run your thumb over its surface, you do not find a single crease.The other is crumpled. It is crushed and twisted, evidently fumbled and passed over by many hands before yours. "Make your choice," Mr. Summers says. His voice is low but firm.

DM: You continue west for three more days and finally find yourself back where you started: with a small band of rifle-armed soldiers approaching the peaceful little village of New Paradise: the only differences now are the beautiful figure of Princess Yiqi at your side and ahead of you lies just one last enemy: William Donovan and his hostage Longa.The village is completely peaceful and there is no sign of any activity or life in it at all now the Yantu has left. Yiqi points to the largest hut in the centre of the village."That is the Royal House where my family live," she tells you. "It is the centre of our society. If Donovan has taken my brother anywhere he has probably taken him there."You nod thoughtfully, considering what order to give your remaining men.
Player: Order your men to spread out and search the village
DM: You and your men spread out to search the village for a trace of your enemies but they cannot be found anywhere. You and Yiqi have just emerged from one hut when suddenly an explosion makes you jump: the Royal House disintegrates into a storm cloud of shrapnel as it spectacularly explodes. You and your remaining men race towards the scene.Inside the ruins of the hut you find scraps of gunpowder barrels: this hut must have been where Donovan and his men were keeping their gunpowder. A long length of burnt rope shows where a slow-burning fuse was left and the bloodied scraps of three of your men who were next to the hut when it exploded lie outside. You survey the scene sadly."Look," Yiqi tells you and points to the west.Squinting you can make out two fingers stumbling along the shore: Donovan and Longa. The beach ahead of them ends at a small cluster of rocks and beyond that lies the blue expanse of the ocean."They must be making for the Temple of Han, our holy place," Yiqi tells you. "We have them trapped, they have nowhere else to go."You glance at your remaining men, they are all too exhausted to continue and need rest: fortunately the village is indeed full of food. You and Yiqi make sure your men are comfortable and then continue on alone towards your enemy, trapped at last.
Player: The Temple of Han
DM: You and Yiqi walk across the sands towards the Temple of Han, both of you holding rifles in your hands. Both of you are silent as you think about your enemy, armed and dangerous, waiting with his hostage in the Temple ahead."What will happen to my people?" Yiqi asks suddenly, breaking the silence."They will become under the protection of the British Government of course," you tell her, puzzled by the question. "You will receive all the benefits of education, technology and religion that our developed civilization has to offer."Yiqi sighs. "You arrogant Englishmen. Do you think I am beautiful?"You glance at her, startled by the question. As the descending sun illuminates her face, flashes on her dark brown eyes and shimmers on her long black hair you nod."I think you're beautiful," you tell her honestly.Yiqi laughs suddenly. "You're strange," she tells you as you both resume walking."Why?" you ask her."Because you think I'm beautiful.""I think you're the most incredible person I've ever met," you tell her honestly. Yiqi suddenly pauses again and glances at you. The smile is still on her face as her eyes look deeply into yours. Suddenly she nervously steps towards you and kisses you with warm lips. You kiss and embrace for a moment before silently breaking away and walking on, hand in hand, to face your foe.

DM: You switch from screaming to singing and regain your balance. All of the walruses, including the one balancing fish and eggs on its head, make gargling noises which resemble the pitch and melody of Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back In Town". They continue to slap their fins together and nod in rhythm to the beat of the song. The timer makes a dinging sound. The walruses break out into a polite applause and nod in approval. Two of the larger ones pick you up and hoist you upon their shoulders. They begin to march as a herd towards the factory with the sign labeled "Santa's Workshop". The two carrying you have a pretty tight grip on your legs.
Player: Allow the walruses to carry you
Player: Descend down the stairs

DM: That's...horrible. That's not how this is supposed to end.But...if you want it to go that way, I guess I can imagine it. We graduate and go our separate ways. You move to Cleveland and get a job in a biochem firm, let's say you get married to a real estate attorney that you met in a bar on trivia night.You got eleven out of fifteen questions right, tying for first place. This real estate attorney was your randomly-assigned partner, let's call him Walter, and together you got the difficult bonus questions (Pugatorio, Archie Moore, Balboa) at the end, and you two split the winnings of free movie tickets to the premiere of some artsy foreign film, a large popcorn, a box of Sno-caps, and a Pepsi.The film had some nudity in it, artistic, but you know, still nude, and you and this trivia loving Walter felt something pass between you. You ended up with him.And as for me...
Player: You ended up sad and alone.
DM: Uh, OK, this is a really weird story to tell, and I'm not sure why you are requesting it.But, all right, I'm sad and alone. Let's say I live in a basement apartment in the more waterlogged part of Northern Florida, the foundation having been soaked through by horrible flooding dozens of times this month. The walls are so sodden I could put my finger through it, and roaches and termites, and house centipedes, and I don't know, boll weevils, are infesting the place.I'm eating a can of fruit cocktail, the kind with gelatinous pear, peach, pineapple--all one orange/beige color, with a single florescent cherry slice, a color that never existed in nature. I'm saving that dyed cherry piece for last.Let's say I'm wearing gray socks with a hole over the big left toe, so my toe is sticking out. And I'm thinking about college. It's actually more pathetic that I'm a college graduate, and I'm here, with my toe and my cherry slice. Let's say I work in a factory.
Player: Right, a factory worker in a shoe-odor-eater assembly line.
DM: So I go in, and I just press this lever down that presses a sort of metal horseshoe shape on every hundredth odor-eater than comes don't the line, just to make sure the thickness is correct, and I have to be careful that it's exactly every hundreth, because of the timing of the assembly line.But it's the least important job in the whole factory, even though if I mess up, I'll be fired and humiliated.I have to count silently to a hundred in my head, over and over, so I can't even think my thoughts for my whole fourteen-hour shift, with thirty minutes for lunch, and two five-minute bathroom breaks.
Player: Meanwhile, back with Walter, I'm looking at my college yearbook.
DM: Right, so you're in bed with burly Walter, not only post-coital, but pre-coital, because Walter is the man.But in this brief refractory period in which Walter must regain his vital energies, you bend down, your chestnut curls which I have completely forgotten about embracing the side of your face, and you take our your college yearbook, and you flip through the pages, looking at everyone.You flip by and remember, and then you come upon the page with my face on it.
Player: But Walter is turned on again, and I slam the book and laugh and dive under the covers.
DM: I put the slice of artifical cherry in my mouth and taste the false sweetness for a moment.It didn't have to be this way. There could have been something I did to twist fate so wretchedly. But maybe it wasn't me. Maybe it was something you did. Or didn't do.I think about you, though you don't think about me. You are in ectasy with Walter, no doubt, screaming his name, when my name could easily have been there, touching his chest, when my chest could have, should have been there.There's a whole part of your mind where I would have fit into that's missing, and you don't know it, and you'll never know it, because Walter is there, and he's good at trivia, and that's what the world would be if you hadn't approached my table that day, my Natalie.That's a future that exists, and it's one I avoided because you came and saved me from it. I don't quite understand why you wanted to hear that story, but it is a love story, and you are sick, sick, sick, Natalie, and come here and kiss me.

Player: Baby's First Survey
Player: Receipt of Doom

Player: "When Paris stole Helen away from Greece."

Player: Main Highway
DM: You continue to drive down the highway, aiming to get out as fast as you can. That brings a thought to your mind. Should you really keep driving at the same speed as everyone else? If you go at maximum speed, you'll escape the blast radius faster, but you could also get caught and probably lose your license.
Player: Speed Limit
DM: Not wanting to risk getting pulled over and losing your way of escape for good, you drive at the speed limit. It really annoys you doing so, as every part of your body is screaming "Go faster! I don't want to die!". You allow yourself to go a little bit over as no one will care about that. There is some good news though. As long as there's no traffic jams and the blast radius is actually 35 kilometres, you'll be able to make it out in time.You reach the city limits, but you're not in the clear yet. Passing you right now is another car belonging to an agent. You've been passed by a few of those. But no, you're not going to speed up. Imagine speeding up. Even when you're still within the blast radius of a bomb that could explode in minutes. You look back at a sign on the other side of the road that tells you how far you are from the city centre which all but confirms that.You keep looking at those signs, intended for cars going the other way. Those cars going the other way have no idea they're basically committing suicide. Right now, you're 20 miles from the city centre. That's 32 kilometres. It's 2:22. I'm going to make it, you tell yourself. I'm going to make it! The next sign says 23 miles and you feel extremely relieved. You're not feeling the same way for the millions of people that could be dying in minutes.Eventually, it reaches 2:31 and you can only hope for everyone in the city that the bomb isn't real. Not long left now. 3, 2, 1...

DM: "We should go eat somthing.""You can eat after being on a roller coaster? I thought that you would not be able to eat for days.""Very funny."We head on over to a concession stand. Ginny wants a pretzel, so I buy it for her (like a gentleman). I buy myself a hot dog. I wonder if it has dog meat in it.We sit at a table and eat in silence for a moment until Ginny asks me through her chewing, "So, why don't you like those?""Because it feels bad.""Well, you might be scared for a moment." She pauses to swallow. "But, that's the great thing. Things seem so much better after..." She swallows again. "You've been feeling bad. Does it feel better to be born into..." She gulps down the rest of the bagel. "wealth, or doesn't it seem so much better to work up from poverty?""I would rather just be on solid ground, so I would know what is coming.""Yes, that would also be boring. Experience life, bro.""I can experience it from down here just fine.""Or, you could experience it so much better up there." She points to The Widower.I shake my head with a grin. We are both too stubborn for our own good.
Player: One Year Later
DM: Our legs may be sore from our journey here, but we are at the carnival again. I cannot help but smile. Not only do I have a wonderful time here, I also made Ginny sign a contract. I have ensured that she never breeches the agreement."Ginny, remember the deal.""Yep, I will not force you onto a ride.""Okay, now lets have a great time""Okay, so what do you want to do?"I think for a moment. I am not hungry yet, so I will not do that. I do like that spinning thing... as long as nobody hurled on it yet. I probably should do that one soon. I could also be a gentleman and let Ginny decide.What do I want to do...
Player: GO ON THE WIDOWER!!!
DM: "We should go on the Widower!""What!?"I drag Ginny across the carnival and into the line for the ride. It takes only a few minutes for me to get on the ride. As we are taken to the top on the first hill, I feel so excited.This is going to be so fun! This is going to be fun! This is going to be...What am I thinking!?As we drop down the first hill, my stomach has a sinking feeling. Then, it develops a queasy feeling. Finally, it acquires an empty feeling. Unfortunately, I have emptied my stomach's contents on Ginny. Oops.I am never going to another carnival again.
Player: I should have known better.
DM: Well, I have not spoken to Ginny for years now. I am too embarrassed after vomiting on her. These days, I occasionally think of our moments together... both the good and the bad.We eventually grew farther apart after we grew older. I think she is working in an office job, though I am not sure. That type of job would bore her so much... Oh well, so does my job.I look up for a moment to check on the drunk guy; however, he is still trying to pick out a bottle.I work at a gas station. It has highs and lows. This is one of the lows... along with my wages. I drift back to my childhood. Back then, my future looked bright.I cannot help but wonder, could things have been different?

Player: It sounds like heaven.
DM: I'll tell you the story, and you just imagine. Close your eyes and fantasize. Well, no, I guess that won't work if you are reading this. Just picture it.Imagine me driving, slightly unsafely, in our new red convertible, with no room in the back for car seat or booster, driving with one hand on the wheel, my other around you. The wind is whipping your chestnut curls back, and you are wearing those sunglasses I like with the slight cat's-eye tilt, your face and features looking small and sharply defined. You are wearing the dark crimson lipstick you used to wear, your mouth a cupid's bow.Because in this story, we are young and fresh and free.
Player: We drive fast, just the two of us.
DM: Think of all the money we have, and we park our car in front of our building, a townhouse in the cooler part of town, and we walk the steps with untired legs, very much not toting a stroller up the steps. And we sit on our balcony and drink coffee with no children clambering on us or plummeting to their deaths over the sheer parapet of the balcony. We talk all evening and make love thrice and go out to dinner, sex-dazed, the entire Sunday paper consumed, and eat adult food. The restaurant does not have plastic utensils, novelty placemats, or have laminated menus with pictures of the food in it. And we go to bed after ten p.m., if such a thing is conceivable.
Player: Hhhh. Mmmm.
DM: I see you shuddering in pleasure and flushing pink around your cheeks, and I know.It is my favorite fantasy as well, and now I will kiss behind your ear. I love you too. Happy anniversary, Natalie.

DM: You prop the fifteen-kilo gun on a container at shoulder height. You urgently attach the gun's stability hooks, then let her rip. The decay battery and the thousands of tiny darts in the ammo dump gives you near-unlimited shots on full-auto. The warehouse is instantly illuminated with beams of glowing plasma.You see a helmetless trooper open her mouth in shock. You track the gun from side to side, punching holes in the hapless buggers caught in the open. The whirring, crackling and buzzing from the Rapidfire fills your ears.The intermittently illuminated figures dive for cover in the eerie strobe lighting, some forward into the containers, the rest back into the corridor.A few sporadic beams fly your way. Unless you used a smoke grenade, deduct 2 health.
Player: Breach
DM: After making your way back along the corridors, you enter the control room.Gambler nods at your arrival. "Another Zerstorer is down, but they've reached the wall!"You quickly take up a periscope and look for yourself. The ground has been transformed into a muddy, burning wasteland filled with rubble and craters. Nothing behind the Zerstorers remains standing except for a lone terran pine tree.You swivel your field of view - right into the mechanical face of a Zerstorer. You recoil from the shock of seeing it up close. The room shudders, and chunks of masonry fall from the ceiling. You quickly scan your periscope to see what they're up to. You feel the jolt as one of the walker's feet connects with the wall, like a massive battering ram of old. A plasma drill seeps in through the cracked supercrete face and starts boring another hole.As if frustrated with this method of attack, the walker stops in place, then sinks down on it's twelve haunches. It springs and launches itself at the wall like a machine posessed. You are thrown out of your seat by the impact and when you try the periscope you see nothing but static."GAMBLER!" Nemo is yelling, but the sound seems faint in your ringing ears. "WE HAVE TO FALL BACK!"A beam of plasma pierces the wall in front of you, leaving a crack. A massive thump is followed by hideous groaning sound as it slowly widens to reveal the armoured head of a Zerstorer, it's legs pulling back for another kick.You've been exposed, dug out like ants in their nest.Gambler nods, slowly, dazed."Let's go."
Player: Escape Tunnel
DM: You hurry into the escape tunnel, hoping that you get time enough to get in cover before the armies of Tach start swarming into the Fourth Line.Gearhead stands by the demolition pad at the far end of the tunnel. Last in the line, you watch the control room.The metallic clatter suddenly ceases, and two round objects bounce into the room. When the air starts to shimmer, your mind screams an alert."GAS NADES!""Come on, blow the explosives, now!" Gambler has become very tense.As you shuffle further into the tunnel, you hear a distant rumbling."It's coming down!" yells Harridan.Everyone spontaneously breaks into a run. You don't look back.As soon as you see daylight you hear the roar of collapsing tunnel behind you. You dive out the door just as a pile of supercrete rubble seals up the tunnel."Damn thing nearly killed me!""Meh, it's the first time we've had to use it. Bound to be a few hiccups in the system." Gearhead talks with the accomplished cynicism of a hardcore techie.You hear metallic clunks behind you, and turn, slowly on the spot.

Player: In the balcony during plays.
DM: Yes, sure, in the balcony during a production of The Good Woman of Setzuan (warning in the program that this was a mature play and would involve brief nudity in the third act--a prophecy that was all too true. Also in the first and second act.)Lit only by colorful reflections of stage lights, your breasts pale green, some kind of forest scene on stage, not that we were watching. The balcony was abandoned, and it was a pleasure to have you sitting on my lap here in this place of art and culture. It was really the only way to enjoy theater.

DM: I dodged towards the table for cover and could escape the bullets simply. For a minute, he was firing continuously; giving no exact chance to me to attack. I found the place uncomfortable to fire the bullets and realized that I've made a big mistake. There was no room for me to fire any bullet. I felt very annoying but then decided to do something else. I threw away on of the gun towards him and my plan worked as I've thought. He tried to picked up that but I shooted him at that moment on his both legs. The gun was thrown aside from him and I finally stood up and walked to him.'Marsh, remember those days when you have killed my entire family for the shake of money and I knew you have killed my girlfriend too.''Please leave me Dwayne.''I would not do anything bad to you again,' he said.'Never.'Can you reverse the time to back when everything was fine and cool. But due to some of you guys my life had changed forever. I had never thought of becoming an assassin but there was blood inside me which was boiling and now it had reached the limit. Can you return Rose, my girlfriend? I know you can't so why should I've mercy on such a selfish guy.There was a blood dripping out from his body when I shooted twenty bullets into his mouth. I knew I've killed one of my enemies but now police would be again next to me. Marsh Urban was no more longer left.
Player: Walk out from the building
DM: Being an assassin was a loneliness, an emptiness, a round of busy days and sleepless night. A tide of despair would sweep over me without warning, and I would weep. I wept of myself and for my family and for everything I had lost. Rose's presence was everywhere. My house was alive with reminders of her. I was cursed with total recall, and each room tormented me with memories of Rose's voice, her laughter, her warmth. But now I wanted to be alone. I wanted to rewind the film back to the beginning, to rewrite the script. It was so easy to see my mistakes, to see how I would have saved the life of Rose. But now everything is past. I had been forced to face the reality that Rose is not in this world. I had to live in the present. I had work to do. It was the time to continue my mission and to leave the memories behind.I walked towards the men who were staring me continuosly, waiting for the men to make a move. They stood there, silenty watching me. I moved toward the driver's side of the taxi and looked inside. The keys were in the ignition. I could feel the eyes of the men fastened on me as I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. I sat there a moment, staring at the ignition. Here goes. I took a deep breath, reached down with my left hand and turned the key. The motor purred into life. The Secret Service men stood there, watching me drive away. As I approached the intersection, a police car pulled in front of my car, and for a moment, I thought I was going to be stopped. Instead, the police turned on their red flashing light and the traffic seemed to melt away.
Player: Go North
DM: I was driving in a no direction and could only watch the street and cars and nothing else. There was no exact clue where my enemies live, so that was something impossible for which I was trying. My health was also getting bad and I was feeling much weaker than ever I had felt. I was repeating the names of my enemies, so that I don't forget at least their names but that was not helping anymore. I realised that I can't target my enemies any further; if the situation remains same but somehow I heard the voices from inside my body which were telling me that I was going in a right path and you can finish your enemies in no time if you don't lose your patience and confidence on yourself.I parked my car at the corner of the street and started asking the details of my enemies from the people living in that unknown area. An hour was passed but I haven't got any detail on my enemies from anyone. At that moment, I felt desolation but then I thought I should believe the voices which have came out from my body.I decided to start searching for clues and in radios I could heard about police, who were next to me. They have put reward for persons if they can tell where am I. It seemed like my assassination business would not go any further, but at least I have to try to finish my enemies off.
Player: Visit Chuck's bar
DM: Life is very much more exciting now than it used be. You see I have something more to expect, to look forward to, to watch. I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was, said Chuck.It was exceptionally great to me for a moment but suddenly, everything changed. I realized everyone has surrounded with guns in hand of each one of them.I felt desolation and asked, 'What's this Chuck?' This is your destiny Dwayne and you deserve it. There was no other thing to do except of dying. The last words I said were,'never trust friendship.'
Player: RESTART
DM: The sun's rays were penetrating at the windows and all I felt that it was the first day in my new life. I turned off the alarm and walked towards the bathroom to wash my face. I could see in mirror that I was getting old and my body has changed to cold. I just want everything to be changed as it was earlier. When I was small and happy with my family but now, all those days are just broken memories that are never going to happen again. I always think that violence is not a good thing but what one can do who have seen the death of parents by the own eyes. These days, everyone merely dares to stand my way, but that is not what I want. I only want revenge from those who have murdered my entire family, not from anyone else. I don't want survival but I want victory; victory of honor and truth and blood. I want everyone to scream when they see me as it makes me happy for awhile.I don't know the names of people who have killed my family but I swear, 'I will find those names one day'. I know that if I killed my enemies then police will be next to me, but I don't fear them; I'll simply surrender because my mission is to kill my family enemies; not police nor anyone else. But if anyone would try to stop me before, then I will have no mercy or regret for them. And I'm fully capable to fight my enemies.AND MY MISSION BEGINS FROM HERE

DM: Now, why would you bring her up? You know I don't think about her anymore. But if you insist, I will think about her, and her soft black straight hair, and her soft skin, tall and curvy, so different from your body. More attractive, I'd say--really, anyone would say.But I guess you remember that. I kept a picture of her on my desk freshman year, specifically to make you jealous and think I was wanted by other girls, which, I guess, I was in Quinn's case.That would be interesting to end up with Quinn in this story.
Player: So I'm with Walter and you're with Quinn. We're both happy enough.
DM: Right, so you're in bed with burly Walter, not only post-coital, but pre-coital, because Walter is the man.But in this brief refractory period in which Walter must regain his vital energies, you bend down, your chestnut curls which I have completely forgotten about embracing the side of your face, and you take our your college yearbook, and you flip through the pages, looking at everyone.I'm in bed with Quinn half the country away, and I'm, as always, enjoying her long, long dancer's legs. She does vinyasa yoga daily, and she makes French press coffee in the morning. She dances ballet for city theater four days a week, and teaches at her own studio the other three. She's busy, but undistracted, the picture of serenity.You flip through the pages of your yearbook, and remember, and then you come upon the page with my face on it.Meanwhile, after throughly satisfying Quinn who turns out to be an energetic demon in bed with very exotic tastes and fixations, I too, coincidentally, grab my yearbook, having to reach over Quinn, grazing her body accidentally, thus provoking what is sure to be a third round between us, her with her dancer's stamina, naturally.I look through and happen to pause at the picture of you.
Player: And suddenly, everything seems wrong and the world starts to fall apart.
DM: It's all a lie, all of it. The house is a lie, and Walter is a lie, and even this version of Quinn is a lie. Because we did meet, and we were in love, and fate didn't fail us. That happy future would have been miserable, and I can't tell this story without hearing how hollow it is.And you knew that, Natalie. It's a ghost story, but we were the ghosts. Yes, we could easily have missed each other. But we didn't. We made it onto the lifeboat, and we're safe, watching everyone around us drown. We had to find each other, and we did, and now everything is all right.We are older, so only now do we realize how close we come to loss, how deep that abyss is, how sad most of the paths in life are, and how many choices lead to sorrow. But we're safe. We're here, and happy anniversary, my love, my Natalie.

Player: No, a sleep study test subject. That's your job.
DM: Ha, ok. I'm a sleep subject test guy. So all I do in the day is lie on an uncomfortable mattress with a catheter and electrodes on me and sleep on demand.Then I come home and just pretend to read or watch some stupid show. I can't sleep because if I sleep now, I can't sleep at work.
Player: And I feel a shiver, like something's gone horribly, terribly wrong with the universe.
DM: Like a ghost passing over you, or the spirit of a dead future, you touch my face, or rather, the picture of my face. My face wouldn't look quite like that any more, as time had passed.You'd know something had gone wrong, that you'd gone down some horrible path that you couldn't return from. But you couldn't quite identify it. You were happy, and you didn't know me, not really, and that chill you got was like the chill of deja vu, noticed, dismisses as inexplicible, and forgotten.You'd keep the yearbook open to that page though, returning to it on your desk for the next week or so. It reminded you of...something. Some younger Natalie, I guess. Some way that your current self has betrayed your past self.It's too sad, Natalie. I don't want to think about this. Look at me. We're here. We did find each other, and there is no such person as Walter. We can kill him with a thought. It's just us, and Fate didn't betray us, and we can tell these ghost stories only because we know they aren't true. Happy anniversary, my love.

Player: Give up
DM: You don't want to get a headache so you stop analyzing your dream. You look at your empty dream journal and realize that this whole thing is dumb.You get up and take a shower to fully awaken, then you head out for the day. As you step out and close the door behind you, you feel your pockets and notice that something is off...
Player: You forgot your wallet
DM: You go back inside to get your wallet, you can't leave without it because you need to take the bus.You go back out and see the bus going away. You were too slow and lost it, now you'll have to wait for the next one.Or you can always hail a cab, but you're not that late.
Player: Hail a cab
DM: You take a cab and manage to get early.You do everything you needed to do and now you're ready to go back home.And you do so.You don't have any weird dreams that night. You have a boring life.
DM: This isn't the ending screen. I'll give you a second chance to choose a less boring story.You can choose to take the bus or go back to the first screen.What will it be?
Player: Go back to the first screen
DM: One day, as your boring life consumes you, you find a penny and pick it up.It's a rare one, you can tell just by the look of it.But you can't quite figure out why it feels special.That penny belonged to the president at some point and it ended up in average circulation somehow. People don't know it.Heck, you don't know it, but it's an interesting fact.You used that penny to buy some coffee and now the coffee guy has it. He also doesn't know that it was, at some point, a presidential penny.

DM: You aren't sure of this idea, but in a time constraint it's the best you can come up with.You wind up the punch, and...FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKExcruciating pain sources through your arm. You've completely broken at least 2 knuckles. Although, you did manage to crack the glass.You are determined to break it, however, so you start jamming your shoulder into it. The cracks spiderweb bigger and bigger until...*CRASH* you're through...like all the way through...as in you lost your balance and have fallen out the window. You're not going to make it to the truck, you didn't get enough momentum. Well, wait a minute. It looks as if you might...*SNAP*You rack your head on the edge of the truck. Your skull shatters inside your head and your neck snaps backwards.YOU ARE DEAD, PLEASE RESTART OR GO BACK TO THE PREVIOUS PAGE.

Player: That's all right sounding. We could have had fun like that.
DM: We could have been sitting on our patio, drinking--I want to say iced tea with mint, in a big round glass pitcher, sitting across from each other. I would have the crossword puzzle at my side, but not be doing it. The pleasure is in having the leisure to do it. And you would be curled into my arm, not sleeping, but not not sleeping either. And I would feel your sleepy warmth, the smell of our soft hair, and we would watch the world get dark around us, knowing that our daughter was safe and teenage angsting in her room, playing music, perhaps, but with headphones, not disturbing our reverie.Yes, we have a meeting with her French teacher next Tuesday, and there is the hearing for the shoplifting charge the week after that, but this is now, and it is night, and I can looking into your pale blue eyes, the same eyes, your eyes, my Natalie, and kiss you.It is a modest fantasy, but it is enough. I love you, and I love you in the past, and I love you now, and our daughter is kicking the door of her room as if she wished to knock it off the hinges, and I will love you in the future, I swear.

Player: REWARD!!!
DM: You meet up with Robina, Artix and Dogear and your little company sets off for Swordhaven, dispatching small bands of bandits, monsters and the odd slime or two... Its a good time to make a journey and you get to know Robina and Artix better. Your other companions show off their talents. Dogear shows himself to be a great warrior and Zorbak surprises everyone by killing a frost giant with a giant bolt of negative energy from his skull headed staff. And the Book of Lore spits out the Princess. 'What? The page that I spat out teleported her into me!' 'How the hell did you stuff her in?' 'HEY!!! ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I'M SMALL?? I'M THE BOOK OF GODDAMNED LORE! I AM STRETCHABLE!' the Book proceeds to beat you. Over the head, while your companions laugh and don't do anything to help you out. Reading and talking to the Book of Lore also increases your knowledge of Lore(this World is named Lore) and you find out that Robina is the daughter of King Alteon! When you see Swordhaven however, you get a shock, as you see a giant Skeletal Dragon with a castle on its back hovering over Swordhaven!
Player: What's happening?
DM: 'What's that?' You ask. 'Its Sepulchure's flying castle, Shadowfall! That means the undead are invading Swordhaven! That means more undead for me to kill! YAY! In fact, I'm going to kill them right now!' Says Artix as he runs off towards Swordhaven. 'Oh no! I hope my father is alright. I'm going to check on him now!' Says Robina, as she follows Artix You hurry and try to catch up with them, but they are already too far away. You sigh and with Dogear beside you, Zorbak on your shoulders and the Book of Lore in Dogear's hands, you set off for Swordhaven again. Half an hour of walking later... You finally reach the city gates, but the area outside the city is teeming with undead! You spot the Cleric Dawn surrounded by undead and kill a bunch of undead to reach her. She's using her powers of the Light to disintegrate the undead but she's tiring. 'Help!' is all she says. What do you do, Hero?
Player: Move on,(you have a King to save, who cares about clerics?)
DM: You ignore her plea for help and fight your way through the swarm of undead, finally reaching the city gates. You search a fallen knight nearby and get some keys to the gates! You unlock the gates and run in, only to see Artix and his axe, the Blinding Light of Destiny sweeping through the undead hordes. 'Hero! there are only ten skeleton soldiers, eight ice mages and an undead giant blocking the path to the castle! The castle is under attack already! Go protect the king!' Shouts Artix as he destroys undead by the dozens. 'No! I can't leave you alone to fight against the undead!' You shout, killing some undead with your weapon/magic/daggers/light-based spells. 'GO!' Do you follow his instructions?
Player: For the King! i hope Artix knows what he is doing..
DM: 'Go.' growls Dogear,'I will stay with the Paladin!' 'I couldn't ask for a better helper.' says Artix. 'OK,' you say as you kill a couple of undead then run towards the castle. Then, blocking your way, just like Artix said, are ten skeletal soldiers, eight frost mages and a skeletal giant. Are you a Warrior, Wizard, Rogue or Priest?
Player: Rogue
DM: You see the knot of undead and charge them with your companions. Sensing that the undead giant would be the most difficult, you sneak past the skeletal soldiers and slash at its ankles. it topples to the ground and smashes several skeletal soldiers and frost mages. Your companions settle the rest of the undead and you hurry to the castle.

DM: Costello shakes her head slowly."I have no idea. We've never had any trouble and we've been living together six months now. I mean the boys can be a bit messy and a bit loud, Amy and Sarah often leave the Day Room smelling like cigarette smoke and Mark's a bit you know, weird, but we've never had any big problems. Unless something happened last night and one of the boys got into a fight? They're not really the fighting kind though and the girls are all really nice. No, I have no idea what's happened."She shrugs and looks apologetic.
Player: End these interviews
DM: "Thank you, I think we can end the interviews there," you tell the young women. Habib concludes the interview, stops the tape recorder and thanking Costello and Leech for their time you hand them over to the custody of a nearby Police Constable to keep in a Squad Car for a short time. You and Habib step out of the van and stretch in the morning air. You watch as a team of forensic experts slip under the police line and troop into the house to conduct scientific analysis on the evidence there.You are considering your next step when Constable Gladstone leads a tall, skinny, young man from the crowd. The man, who is smartly dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt and trousers, looks uncomfortable to be there but still approaches with a determined step."This is Joe Bowers, owner and manager of Chasers Nightclub where the inhabitants of House 66 were drinking last night," Gladstone tells you both. "He heard that something serious has happened here and has come down to offer his witness testimony. He says he has information which he believes will be helpful."You glance at Habib and give a weary smile to her inquisitive look. "Alright, one more," you tell her and turning around you traipse back into the van with Bowers, who sits oppose you. After considering what questions to ask you signal Habib to turn on the recorder and go through the preliminaries.
Player: Ask Bowers what he believes has happened here
DM: Bowers seems to hold his breath for a moment and then sighs. "Truly?" he asks and waits for you and Habib to nod. "Truly, I think there has been a rape. I think someone put something in the bottle Hannah and Charlotte were drinking last night and after they got home, I think someone took advantage of one or... of one or the other of them. I need to tell you what I know but at the same time you must understand there is no way to prevent this kind of thing. Once our drinks are in our customers hands we can't monitor where they all go and what happens to them. We serve maybe two hundred people on a busy night, some of them several times. Obviously we can't be held accountable for things that happen off our premises, surely you understand that?"Bowers looks very imploringly at you both.
Player: Ask Bowers if he can she any light on the whereabouts of the missing Marcus Potter, Ralph Lee or Sarah Price
DM: Bowers looks surprised by the question and scratches his head."I know all of them pretty well because they come into my club most weekends. Mark, Sarah and Ralph were all there last night. Mark was sitting upstairs ordering beer most of the time. I didn't see much of Sarah; I think she was outside in the smoking area a lot of the time. Ralph got off with one of my off-duty barmaids Sally. They were getting pretty handsy on the dancefloor and I'm fairly sure they went home together."You and Habib glance at each other quickly."Ralph Lee is one of the house inhabitants we have been struggling to locate," you tell him. "Do you have any contact details for this Sally?""Sally Redman? Sure, I'll call her." Whipping out his phone Bowers quickly keys in some numbers and puts it to his ear. "Hi, Sally? It's Joe. Listen, did Ralph Lee go back to your place last night? He did? And he's there now? He is? No, no, I don't want to talk to him, I'm just calling for a friend. Huh? He did what? With what? No, I don't know how you're going to get rid of him. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Listen, I'm with people. You can tell me all about this later when you come to work. Ok, good luck with that." Bowers hangs up the phone. "All fine, lovely girl. Yes, they got off and went back to hers last night, been there ever since and apparently he's still there. Does that help you guys at all?"You nod slowly.

DM: "Vida is your daughter," I said.Indeed, Oberon said. I suppose that is the human term."She's very lovely," I said.She is postively stunning, dare I say, perfect even, Oberon said.He looked over at me. I saw a skeleton face, although one that seemed far less dead than it had any right to be. He even seemed he was grinning at me, almost.But now we are just stating things I know are the most honest truths in the universe, he said.I smiled."You have every right to believe it," I said.I know.We trotted along."How do Gods have children?" I said. "If you don't mind me asking," I added.Oberon was silent for a moment, as if pondering the answer to my strange question.He said, Vida was rather gifted to me by Irene, who spent her last breaths creating a Goddess in her image. Although Vida and Irene are different in many, many, many ways. But Vida did not come to life until Ardora kissed me several weeks afterwards.I hadn't a clue what any of that meant, but it seemed fascinating.I wish you had been here to hear this, Zita. Although perhaps you were, and perhaps you already knew these things, and understood what they meant."Incredible," I said.She is, Oberon agreed.
Player: Love
DM: I asked Oberon, "Who was this person? Who left you lonely?"With a sigh, he said, Her name was Irene.He raised a hand, palm up, and through the air danced a small, female figure atop it.This figure looked like Vida, but her hair was a fiery red. And all around her flittered bird and flowers, particularly roses.She stopped and looked up at Oberon, pressed her hands to her face and blew him a kiss. And then she vanished just as seamlessly as she had appeared.And my heart sank as he said, I had never loved anyone before I met her. She taught me about humans. She loved this world and taught me how to love this world. She gave me Vida. But at a cost.His boney hand rested back down at his side. When he looked at me, I finally saw his face. He was a skeleton, and two, deep and dark holes gazed at me where eyes should have been.And where his heart should have been, must have been this Irene.I swallowed hard, quickly brushed my hands over my face and bit back my tears."I'm so sorry," I said.You were not the one to take her from me, he said. And I was not the one to take your Zita from you.He turned back and looked ahead, said, We will find your Zita, Miss Vedaldi.
Player: War
DM: I asked Oberon, "How did it happen?"He was silent for a long moment. I almost regretted asking him such a thing.I doubt you would understand ethereal natures, he said. But Vida says humans are far more intelligent than what I give them credit for.Oberon said, Sage Edol, God of Existence Itself, felt jealous of the love Irene and I shared.I had never heard of these Gods before. School had taught me about one god. But now I stood before the Grim Reaper, and he had a daughter of Spring.My breath stopped in my throat as he said, He killed her.I saw the ground turn black where Oberon stood. Tendrils of darkness grasped at the stones and at my ankles.Oberon's head hung low."I'm sorry," I said. "That is the most terrible thing I have ever heard. What a bastard."Although I blushed because my words didn't sound genuine, but I thought of you, Zita, and how you were taken from me, like Oberon's Irene was taken from him.Oberon said, I killed Edol for what he had done. The only living thing I have ever killed."He deserved it," I said.And I did not kill your Zita. But we will discover who did, Miss Vedaldi.
Player: Memories

DM: You know the light doesn't affect living creatures, so you...
Player: Dodge!
DM: You dodge, and the rat sails over you and out of the storage area. It squeaks angrily. You decide to ignore it for now and think about how to deal with the host of rats infesting this place. Firstly, you could just draw your weapons and butcher them, you could probably take them all alone. However, if you under estimated their numbers, you might get a 'Death by rats' ending. Secondly, you could smoke them out, then kill them as they run out of the storage. However, they might escape through whatever portal they used to enter the storage, and return after the smoke clears... Then your efforts would be fruitless. Third, you could go find your companions and figure out what to do together.
Player: Smoke them out... AGAIN

DM: You freeze up and just sit there staring with your jaw dropped in shock. "Interesting..." The creature says. "Most run for the door."
Player: You ask, "What the hell are you?"
DM: "What the hell are you?" You ask. The creature grins again. "Funny you should mention hell." The creature says a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. "What do you mean?" You reply. The creature laughs ruthlessly. You feel your stomach drop in fear. "Look around.... Where did you think you were?" the creature asks amused.
Player: You shrug, not wanting to know
DM: You shrug, not wanting to know, nor wanting the creature to strike you if you look around. The creature eyes suddenly blaze red. "I said look around!" He hisses at you.
Player: You try to speak but no words come out from fear

DM: Now, you get to choose your class. You know, English, Mathematics, Science, Humanities etc? JUST KIDDING! Actually, your four 'class options' are Wizard, Warrior, Rogue and Priest. So... Which one do you want? Actually it doesn't really matter, but because AQW has this, I'm just adding this in. Wizards are powerful spell casters that attack from afar. Since this isn't the real AQW, you get to do more than just throwing fireballs and ice shards. You get to summon elementals, cast other spells and whack monsters(or people) with your staff! Warriors are epic tankers and use more brawn than brain. Bury them under a ton of rock and they climb out asking for more. Big and mean, they get to hit anyone unfortunate enough to be attacked by them with whatever weapons that lie in their hands. Handy with any weapon, they are like some sort of weapons master. Rogues are silent assassins that have stealth abilities and are masters of espionage. They use daggers, either to throw or in close combat. They get to go anywhere they want. Locked door? No problem. Need some money? No problem too, just 'borrow' from someone... Priests are... Well, priests. Ability to heal people, use the powers of light to shield or banish demons and disintegrate undead. You get the idea. Priests use staffs or swords, part of their training. So... Made your choice yet? Of course not, the choices are below! [Author's Note: Try to figure out which class I first chose when I first played AQ Worlds!]
Player: Wizard
DM: Hope you like your class! (P.S. This is the Class I use for my AQW Main account)
Player: Time for intro!!
DM: *Epic music playing* You suddenly have a urge to run all the way up to some mountain. 'I AM A HERO!!!' You shout at the top, raising your weapon #likeaboss. You hold that position, BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO! You expect an Angel to tell you to go kill Demons or something. Use your imagination. Nothing happens, so you wait... and wait... and wait... Two minutes later... Suddenly, a voice rings out. 'LEGENDS FORETOLD... THAT IN A TIME OF CHAOS... A HERO WILL RISE... YOU ARE THAT HERO.' You want to hear more, but just then, lightning strikes your weapon, a jagged bolt of electricity that was attracted by the metal in your raised weapon. Oops, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to make you hold your weapon up high like that. 'Gaahh!', you shout, then topple down the mountain. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. That's the sound you make going down the mountain. You crash onto something hard. OUCH. Every part of your body hurts. You have a feeling that you haven't hit the ground yet so you move to see where you are. Big mistake.The slab of stone that you landed on starts shifting, tilting downwards. You slide off and... Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. There you go again. A cloud of dust rises from where you landed.

DM: You see your shot fly just to the left of your prey, and you realise that unwanted attention may soon be coming...
Player: Move away

DM: Costello frowns."This morning? I set an alarm to get up at 8.30 so I got up, got dressed and went into town to meet Amy for breakfast. We went to a nice café; Amy was a bit quiet but I suppose she was still hung over from last night. We chatted a bit, did some shopping for an hour and then came back to find our house has become a crime scene! I have no idea why... I suppose you'll tell us when you're ready. All the people I live with are really nice and lovely, I hope they're all ok."Costello glances from you to Habib and back with uncertain eyes.
Player: Ask Costello if she knows what has happened in House 66
Player: Interview Leech
DM: Amy Leech is a calm and composed lady with pale Elfin features and almost wispy long hair. She chooses her words carefully and strikes you as perhaps the most intelligent out of the students you have interviewed so far.
Player: Ask Leech what she did this morning
DM: Leech pauses as she considers the question."I got up at about 8am and went downstairs. I saw blood in the corridor, kitchen and bathroom but also saw bloodied bandages in the kitchen and Sarah's handbag which made me think the situation was dealt with. I went into town and met Charlotte for breakfast around 9. She had felt bad the night before and hadn't quite got over it. We had a light breakfast and did some shopping. I tried phoning Sarah to check if she was alright but I got no answer, I suppose she was still sleeping. We came back here and found the house was a crime scene. Obviously, when I went out this morning thinking everything was fine I was wrong. I just hope things aren't too bad though I suppose you wouldn't be here otherwise..."Leech goes silent and seems to be considering whether there was anything she could have or should have done.
Player: End the interview
DM: You signal Habib to end the interview which she does and Bowers gives a sigh and smiles."So that's it? No repercussions? I've done the right thing, haven't I, coming here and telling you what I know and I'm very sorry that something like this has happened on my property. At the same time we took all the proper precautions and I don't think we can be held legally accountable over this."When Habib assures him that is the case Bowers grins, only remember to look suitably somber over the as-yet-unknown-but-clearly-serious thing that has happened in House 66. He is allowed to leave while you and Habib again return to the fresh air and survey the two pairs of students sitting nervously in the two nearby squad cars. You feel confident now that you have interviewed everyone, or almost everyone, that you can and consider over your earlier investigation of the house over whether you uncovered any important clues that you could now follow up on.If you have any clues now is the time to use them (hint: not all of them can be used right now). When you have finished using them all, or if you have got nothing, click the Continue link below.
DM: You pace up and down slowly in front of House 66, completely ignoring the curious crowd and police officers nearby. In your mind's eye things are becoming clearer and clearer and looking at the squat brick building you mentally recreate what happened here over the last eighteen hours. In your imagination you see drunken young adults roaming in and out of the house and feel like you can almost peel away the roof and walls and see exactly what happened in the rooms within."Detective Inspector Grey," Habib calls out. You glance up to see her pointing to the distinctive figure of Super Intendant Fowler, your immediate superior, who is striding across the campus towards you. An intimidating and punctilious officer he walks with ram-rod precision."DI Grey!" he barks. "You have been here for well over an hour now. Do you have some answers for us?""I do sir," you tell him as he halts in front of you and stands uncomfortably close."Excellent," he booms. "Who was the victim?"
Player: Amy Leech
DM: "WHAT?" Fowler explodes, his eyes popping so alarmingly you're worried they might explode out. "That individual is still alive! What the hell is wrong with you Grey? Your special status is suspended, your position with this force will be reviewed. You have most seriously disappointed yourself today Grey."He storms off leaving you with a crushing sense of failure and regret.
Player: Try Again?
DM: Your name is Taylor Grey and you are a Detective Inspector with the Homicide Department of the London Metropolitan Police. Respected for your analytical skills and long history of successful deductions you are called upon exclusively to solve crimes presenting baffling or unusual features. You are expected to solve assigned crimes quickly and successfully or lose your privileged status (and lucrative salary) as a master crime sleuth. So far you have always been successful through the careful use of your reason and logic. So far you have always been able to solve all mysteries you've been challenged with. So far...

DM: It was a regular night, down at "Farewell, Liver", the local watering hole. We played our usual 5 song set. Hardly anyone clapped. I was putting away all my equipment and heading out around back , when some smug prick dressed in all black bumps into me. "Watch where you're going!" He completely ignores me. "Hey!" , I say as I grab his shoulder. His eyes are glowing red. I back off, and just stare at him. "You're in the band, yeah?", He says with grin. "Yeah, what's it to you?" I reply. "I've a proposition for you and your friends. Meet me on 1024 6th street. My office is in the brick building with the green sign." Without another word, he turns and walks away. He seems pretty shady, but I've never gotten myself into a situation I couldn't handle. I've lived in this city my whole life, I've seen some pretty messed up stuff, this guy isn't anything new. I head outside to speak with my band. There's Andy on drums, Steve does our vocals, and Ted is on bass. Then there's me Mark Carpetson, seasoned guitar player. Together, we form "MAST", a pretty kickin' metal band. If people don't like us, that's their problem. "This fool sounds pretty wiggity wack" says Ted. "I'm not sure we should triggity trust him." Steve is dosing off, drunk in the corner, while Andy is polishing his drums. They're obviously not interested, but there's no way I'm going alone.
Player: Go on ahead without your band.
DM: They're obviously not going to listen to me, so screw them. I head out on my own, walking down the dark streets. It's a cold night, and I wonder what it is exactly that this guy wants. Is he a producer? Is he from a record label? Maybe he just really likes out music? Bah, I don't know, and I'm not sure I care. For being in a city, life sure is boring. At least it gives me something to do. I walk up on sixth street, and I don't see a single building that fits the description. Suddenly, as I get closer, I see a building change right in front of my eyes. The building turned to brick, and a door and green sign appeared out of nowhere. In shock, I turn around and back up a good few feet. The sign reads "Lucifer Inc." Just who IS this guy?
Player: Open the door and head inside
DM: It's burning hot inside the building, and I start sweating almost instantly. It's dimly lit, and I can hardly see. I look around the room, and there's a three doors and a staircase. Where should I go?
Player: Door #1
DM: I slowly walk into the room, and there's nothing in the room but a skeleton covered in cobwebs in the corner! This is ridiculous. I'm not sure what to do at this point...
Player: Go Back to the main room
Player: The Stairs
DM: I go up the stairs, and I see the man sitting at his desk. I get very strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It almost looks like he has horns... "Glad to see you made it" he says. I tell him that my band wouldn't come with me, and that I'm all alone"What a shame. I may still have some use for you", he mutters with a sinister smile. I ask him what he means. Suddenly, the entire office transforms, and it looks like we're inside of a volcano. There's flames everywhere, and I hear screams faintly in the distance. "Where Am I?" I'm shaking and sweating. "Welcome to hell" he says with a grin. "You're quite the guitarist, and you'll be playing for me. It's quite the honor." "There's no way I'm doing that, let me out of here." "You don't really have a choice", he replies. "we're in my domain."

DM: You aim your pistol at the child's head, before pulling the trigger to a symphony of screaming from everyone in the room."YOU GONNA TALK NOW, PUNK?!" you scream."PLEASE! Nobody else! No.. No... you just... I'm so sorry Hannah..." he rambles on. "Carlos Tarzio. That's who you're looking for, right? He lives at the... end of the... street."Well, he has no reason to lie, I suppose."Thanks. Remember, you've never seen this face before." you say gesturing to your face.Having murdered a child, you exit through the door, setting your sights at the house at the end of the street.
Player: Go to the study
DM: Sneaking past the armed man in the living room, you slip into the study. Unfortunately, you shitty door-opening skills alerts a man in the study who had previously been staring at a computer screen. You need to think fast.
Player: Attempt to throw your knife at him
DM: Your knife flies into his neck, before you roll towards him and finish him with a quick few blows to the back of the head. You poke your head out the door.

Player: Ew, no, I don't want to think about you doing that in that moment.

DM: Your beams fly out and illuminate their targets. Even in the growing darkness, your shots find their marks. You can see them running and know you have bought more time. (Add four health, and if your Marksmanship is 10 or below, add 1 to it.)
Player: If Steelhead is in transit
DM: Steelhead and Psych appear, approaching your line in a kind of crabwalk, keeping their heads down. (Mark them both as healthy on your chart.)Psych raises an eyebrow as he sees the chaos."Looks like we have work to do."
Player: Indeed...
Player: If not
DM: As you scan the environment, you begin to realise there are still a lot of troops here. And most of them carry blobguns. Oops. The rest of the squad quickly scarpers, unfortunately you are too slow. You carefully raise your hands when you see them taking aim...

DM: You are shocked to see your target still moving. At this point, none of the walkers have been downed.In a solid, deadly line, they close with the wall, and raise their feet. They swing their legs like giant wrecking balls, battering away at the wall's base. The thumping is nearly deafening. As you look back on the walkers' trail, you see the streets they have levelled, and the cracks in the ground.Your ears are ringing and your head fucking hurts, despite your filters (lose 3 health).Gasping, you turn around, to see Steelhead on the floor bleeding heavily from a wound to his back. He coughs blood."NO!" Red dashes to his side with her medical kit. With grim determination she works to staunch the flow of blood."I've sealed the wounds", she calls eventually, "but his spine took a beating. He'll have to undergo reconstruction."Mark Steelhead as "Badly Wounded" on your chart.Cub and Dozer take him to the field hospital beyond the final line, while the titans of Tel-Nadr show off their kinetic weaponry.
Player: Stand by to repel boarders
DM: "Imperial troops have entered the base! Imperial troops have entered the base! Section isolated. Imperial troops..." The cool, synthesised voice soon becomes irritating.You snap around. "Turn that ploork-spawn off!"Someone hits a button, killing the voice.Gambler's eyes go wide. His voice comes over the radio, and you wince at the sound. "They're launching cap troopers! Oh, man. What do we do?"He is in an agony of indecision. The capsule troopers could cut you off if you stay, but if you cut and run, you'll have missed the chance to down some more walkers.Nemo shakes his head. "You decide, Sentinel. I don't think Gambler is fit to command this squad."You take another look. Gambler is shaking. He hasn't actually had any experience in combat, and when he does, it's against ploorking Zerstorers."Dammit! He's snapped!"Your decision.
Player: Send a group to repel the troopers and stay with the guns
DM: "Nemo, can you take Red, Dozer, Harridan and Outrider to hold the troopers off?""Sure thing. Come on, guys. I'm getting sick of the mecha shoot."You pull down your periscope and check your targets.The walkers have reached the wall now, and are drilling holes in it with their plasma beams. You wonder how those things are powered; too powerful for a decay or solar batteries, have to use a nuclear reactor, or a hydrogen engine. They must be very expensive.You sight in on your prey, swiveling the cannons to your left. The front is too heavily armoured. It's legs look like good targets, but the side is right open as well. You could also try making a hole in the ground for it to fall into.
Player: Aim for the side
DM: You unleash the awesome destructive power of your wall guns again and again, but the shots simply skip off the walker's sides and throw up craters on the hover-road behind it.You fire constantly, but your barrage is futile. Then, you lose your balance and fall out of your seat as the wall shakes to signal another salvo from the walkers.

Player: Go and check out what is happening in the engine room
DM: Your arrive in the engine room and decide to view the security footage from cameras around the ship. After a few hours you finally discover that there are several space creatures on board the ship.Do you:
Player: Head to the armory on the lower deck
DM: You make your way down the internal ladder and open the door to the hallway of the lower deck. The blast doors in the hallway are sealed shut. You look out the window and can see serious damage to the ship. You can also see another smaller looking ship attached to the hull. It's design does not look familiar to you in any way.Do you:
Player: Force open the blast doors and hope that the gravity is working
DM: As you pry the doors open you immediately are sucked out into space. You start to slowly drift away from the spaceship. You can see that you are drifting towards the small ship which is attached to the hull. You stretch your arms out and catch yourself on the vessel. There is no going back now. You know what you have to do.
Player: Enter the alien ship
DM: You open the hatch and enter the ship. The writing on the ship is foreign to you but you turn the dial till the gravity comes on in the compartment. You wander around the ship checking each room until you are sure that there is no one else here. You check the ships computer and realize that you are familiar with one of the planets. It was an Earth colony which lost contact many years ago. You are however hopeful that there will be some equipment still on the planet with which you can either live there or communicate to Earth with. You know that your ship that you came on is past the point of repair though.
Player: Travel to the planet
DM: As you touch down on the planet the ship finishes searching it for human life signs, there are none. You do however see that there are structures still here which appear to go underground a long way. There is still hope that there are other people here, but just underground where the sensors can't reach. The atmosphere here is able to sustain life so you take off your space suit and exit the ship. You walk through the town and into a large building where you decide to set up your new home in one of its many rooms. You will begin your exploration of the city from here, and hopefully find other people or a way home. Your adventure will continue in the next installment: Exploration of the colony.

Player: Interview Lily Xing

Player: "Umm... those TPS Reports you requested."
DM: MORALE -10!"Oh, good. Leave those on my desk. Make sure you're laser focused on driving sales, and NOTHING ELSE. We're in real trouble here unless we pull out of this sales slump."What do you do?

DM: Hope you like your class!
Player: Ouch. MEGA OUCH!
DM: OUUUCHH. If this was not a game you would be dead. But, this is a game so you don't die, instead you feel a bit dazed and promptly faint. When you open your eyes again, you feel better, so you climb out of the crater you made and see a blue Moglin. With a mini skull headed staff. He introduces himself as Zorbak, your 'MIghty Ebil Moglin Master .' You introduce yourself as... Whoever you are, then you mention that you are kind of a lost Hero who fell off a mountain, and that since you just met, how could he be your master? 'Fool, you are lost, and only I, the great Ebil Zorbak, can save you! Bow down to me and I shall save you... For a price.' He then procedes to degrade you to the rank of adventurer since you got lost AND fell off a mountain, and haven't done anything of note... yet (See, I told you you weren't a Hero!). He then names his 'price'. 'Do a quest for me and get me my Slime Staff and I'll lead you out, AND help you fight the 13 Lords of Chaos! Because they threathen ALL that is EBIL!' He wants you to to kill slimes and get some materials from the Sneevils. Do you help Zorbak? Zorbak-->
Player: Slimes and sneevils?(Info)
DM: Sneevils are a race of box loving goblins. While not particularly threatening individually, together they are a fearsome foe, capable of overwhelming even accomplished Heroes... So you don't even stand a chance if you are attacked by a horde of them. Slimes are well... slimes. weak, even in huge numbers.

DM: "HELP!" you yell loudly. You bang on the glass to make noise and get the attention of anyone who might be around. "HELP! I'M STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR!"No one seems to respond.
Player: GIve it up.
DM: You stop screaming.What now?
Player: Accept your death.
Player: Just wait.
DM: You wait.They stare at you.You get the feeling they aren't going to stop until you do something to break the silence.
Player: Start stripping your clothes off.
DM: You take off your shirt.They start to look at each other with questioning looks. Then you take off the shirt under your shirt, and they go back to staring.You take off your pants, sliding them over your shoes.They keep staring at you. No one even talks. It's as if you have transfixed them all with your little...routine.You are feeling a bit cold now. You really wish they would stop staring at you....You clear your throat but it has no effect on any of them.You steel yourself and hesitate before making eye contact with a black, bulky-looking male with a buzz cut. He appears to be getting more and more nervous as you slowly reach down, and gently start to-"STOP!!!!" he yells, loud and clear past the ringing in your ears. His chest rises and falls with panting breaths.You take your hand away from your shoelaces.He looks at you again, and shakes his head before jumping down a short distance into the elevator/box."I'm Alby. Let me...let me explain to you what's going on."You nod. He grabs the flat ground above the elevator-box and pulls himself up. You follow his example, and soon find your feet on grass.
Player: "Sure..."
Player: Another day passes...

DM: You look closely at the unicorn stallion. You see that he is much thinner and more emaciated than a healthy unicorn; he hasn't eaten in days. His horn still seems intact however; he must have quite a lot of magical power intact, certainly enough to lift one unicorn, if not more, though your own magic is too weak to lift even one unicorn.You notice a strange glint in his eye, though. Someone trapped here for so long doesn't really have all that much to be happy about...
Player: Look at something else
DM: Using your magic, a silver hue appears over your vision. For a short amount of time, you can see parts of the world in much greater detail, as if looking through binoculars or a telescope. What do you decide to do?
Player: Look closer at the cave
DM: You try to look closely at the cave, but the blackness evades even your enhanced sight. There is simply nothing there you can see.
Player: Cancel the spell
DM: After a long walk, you reach the path leading towards first cave. "You must go forward alone," Eris says, "Don't worry; I'll teleport to the end, and I'll be waiting for you. I have every confidence that you will succeed." She disappears in a flash.You continue up the path, but you find it difficult to see anything through the snow. You carry on forwards, hoping that you did not miss the path. The warmth of your coat certainly helps with the blizzard, though your face and hooves are extremely cold. Using a tiny bit of your magic, you keep them warm; it feels as if a candle is being held near your face. Hypothetically, you could try and use magic to keep yourself much warmer, but using your magic on living things is always more difficult than on inanimate objects; keeping yourself even somewhat warm for more than a few seconds without losing your powers altogether would be a task even the highest level Unicorns would struggle with, though they might be able to pull off. You are most certainly not the highest level Unicorn.Soon, you see a cave up ahead. The cave lies on the other side of a wide gap, and at the bottom, an icy-blue river.In the cave, you see a dark brown Unicorn stallion, apparently awaiting your arrival. You need to find a way across to continue going on the path."Jump across the gap!" He cries, "Don't worry, I'll use my magic to catch you! Just jump!"What do you do?
Player: Trust the unicorn and jump
DM: You decide to trust the unicorn. You run up to the ledge and leap, but the unicorn stallion doesn't even make an attempt to catch you. He just stands there, grinning, as you hurtle towards the ground.You last thoughts are bitterly regretting what a silly, gullible fool you were.The Unicorn stallion smiled. He finally had enough bodies. Using his magic, he lifted all five of the corpses and used them as a make-shift bridge to close the gap, then smugly trotted across, escaping the cave.

DM: pick a player and see their role
Player: Socrates, The philosopher
DM: Socrates the philosopher is who was to be prosecuted. This had to do with the line of questioning he had adopted that led to the answer being: there is no answer. Often he would speak with those who considered themselves wise in order to dispel any illusions they may have had. As one can imagine they assumed Socrates thought himself to be the wisest in this order of his. A large amount of his being prosecuted was that both Lycon and Anytus leaders and supporters of the democratic order, heard of his questioning regarding the new political system. It especially was incensed because Athenians had suffered great loss to Sparta in the Peloponnesian war meaning they were apt to set up a new political system hoping for stability. He was also accused by Anytus for leading the young astray with his teachings.
Player: Arguments
DM: There were several different bouts of questioning and response. This was because Socrates calls Meletus to the stand to cross-examine him on each of the allegations.
Player: Impiety
DM: The definition of Impiety is, lack of piety or reverence, especially for a god. Here are the different arguments.
Player: The Atheist Accusation
DM: Meletus accused him for not believing the gods. Socrates questions this charge as follows, "I do not as yet understand whether you affirm that I teach others to acknowledge some gods, and therefore do believe in gods and am not an entire atheist - this you do not lay to my charge; but only that they are not the same gods which the city recognizes - the charge is that they are different gods. Or, do you mean to say that I am an atheist simply, and a teacher of atheism? " Meletus counters, "I mean the latter - that you are a complete atheist. " This is where Socrates lets the beat drop, "Did ever man, Meletus, believe in the existence of human things, and not of human beings? ... I wish, men of Athens, that he would answer, and not be always trying to get up an interruption. Did ever any man believe in horsemanship, and not in horses? or in flute-playing, and not in flute-players? No, my friend; I will answer to you and to the court, as you refuse to answer for yourself. There is no man who ever did. But now please to answer the next question: Can a man believe in spiritual and divine agencies, and not in spirits or demigods? " Meletus simply acknowledges that one cannot. So Socrates continues his questioning, "at any rate, I believe in spiritual agencies, as you say and swear in the affidavit; but if I believe in divine beings, I must believe in spirits or demigods; - is not that true? Yes, that is true, for I may assume that your silence gives assent to that. Now what are spirits or demigods? are they not either gods or the sons of gods? Is that true? " Meletus has only to reply, "Yes, that is true."

Player: Socrates Defense of the Gods
DM: Continuing Socrates defends the Gods in the continuing questioning, "the demigods or spirits are gods, and you say first that I don't believe in gods, and then again that I do believe in gods; that is, if I believe in demigods. For if the demigods are the illegitimate sons of gods, whether by the Nymphs or by any other mothers, as is thought, that, as all men will allow, necessarily implies the existence of their parents. You might as well affirm the existence of mules, and deny that of horses and asses. Such nonsense, Meletus, could only have been intended by you as a trial of me. You have put this into the indictment because you had nothing real of which to accuse me. But no one who has a particle of understanding will ever be convinced by you that the same man can believe in divine and superhuman things, and yet not believe that there are gods and demigods and heroes. "

DM: A member of the three accusers. A strong supporter of the democratic order.
Player: The 'Players'
Player: Meletus, The poets
DM: He is considered to be the chief prosecuter, speaking for the accusers in the apology. Outside of this work he is considered simply a front and spokesman for Anytus. Meletus was a deeply religious poet and the biggest beef he had with Socrates were charges of impiety and disbelief of the gods.
Player: Anytus, The craftsmen and politicians
DM: Anytus was a veteran general of the peloponnesian war. He lost to the Spartans and in that was charged with treason. He was acquitted by bribing the jury. Yet more controversially he was constantly in tiffs with Alcibiades his son, who had become a young disciple of Socrates. These happened due to a contempt felt by Anytus that emanated from Alcibiades. As is a story quoted from wikipedia, "on one occasion upon which Anytus had invited him to dinner, Alcibiades arrived late and drunk. Seeing the table laid with gold and silver dishes, Alcibiades ordered his slaves to take half of the dishes back to his own house. Having played this prank, Alcibiades departed immediately, leaving Anytus and his other guests greatly surprised. When the guests began to rebuke Alcibiades, Anytus excused him, saying that he loved the boy so much that he would have suffered Alcibiades to take the other half of the dishes, too." Further a reason he had to prosecute Socrates was that consistently questioned the democratic order which Anytus led and feverishly supported. If Socrates were to question too much this could be problematic for the new order.

Player: Lycon, The orators

Player: The Aftermath
DM: In the end Socrates was executed. He had chances to escape because his followers had bribed the guards, yet he stayed and accepted his punishment his last words being, "Crito, we owe a rooster to Asclepius. Please, don't forget to pay the debt." Athens felt ashamed after a small while for killing Socrates and so they killed the head speaker, Meletus, close after.

Player: Corrupting the Youth
DM: There were certain arguments in regards to corrupting the youth that I would like to address.
Player: Socrates Claim
DM: I am to quote directly from the apology. Here is Socrates defense of corrupting the youth, " young men of the richer classes, who have not much to do, come about me of their own accord; they like to hear the pretenders examined, and they often imitate me, and examine others themselves; there are plenty of persons, as they soon enough discover, who think that they know something, but really know little or nothing: and then those who are examined by them instead of being angry with themselves are angry with me: This confounded Socrates, they say; this villainous misleader of youth! - and then if somebody asks them, Why, what evil does he practise or teach? they do not know, and cannot tell; but in order that they may not appear to be at a loss, they repeat the ready-made charges which are used against all philosophers about teaching things up in the clouds and under the earth, and having no gods, and making the worse appear the better cause; for they do not like to confess that their pretence of knowledge has been detected - which is the truth: and as they are numerous and ambitious and energetic, and are all in battle array and have persuasive tongues, they have filled your ears with their loud and inveterate calumnies."

Player: A Conversation with Meletus
DM: Socrates begins a back and forth with Meletus about corruption of the youth and ends that dialogue with a question, "every Athenian improves and elevates them; all with the exception of myself; and I alone am their corrupter? Is that what you affirm? " and Meletus is to reply, "That is what I stoutly affirm. " Now that this has been the final result of a first round in questioning Meletus; Socrates is free to present his further analysis, "Would you say that this also holds true in the case of horses? Does one man do them harm and all the world good? Is not the exact opposite of this true? One man is able to do them good, or at least not many; - the trainer of horses, that is to say, does them good, and others who have to do with them rather injure them? Is not that true, Meletus, of horses, or any other animals?(...) Whether you and Anytus say yes or no, that is no matter. Happy indeed would be the condition of youth if they had one corrupter only, and all the rest of the world were their improvers."
Player: Allegations

Player: Give her a romantic and encouraging kiss.
DM: Mmmm... that Laura is one sexy girl! You feel her responding to your kiss with all of the fiery passion you'd expect from a redhead. When you break apart, however, you notice a few other girls giving you both the evil eye. You start to worry that you may have made your first move too fast. What do you say?
Player: "Sorry ladies, I got a little carried away. That wasn't very nice, and I'd like to get to know you all better before I start smooching anyone again."
DM: Hmmm-- good save. The girls seem to respect your decision, and Laura keeps her hand around your waist. After a few more minutes of flirting, everyone says goodnight. You wish the girls sweet dreams and retire to your bachelor's suite, looking forward to Round Two.

DM: You wake up and it is bright, bright enough that you can tell that it must be mid-afternoon. As your vision clears, you being to realize your situation. Alone. No one else. A sense of panic rushes in as you quickly check all around you. There are trees around you with fog clouding your sight into what's beyond. A little stream cuts through the forest to your right. Through the fog, however, you can just barely see a hill not too far away. You calm down now that you know your surroundings. You have no memory of before and no answer to why you're here or even where here is. You figure you'll probably be here for a while, so you decide that you might as well start getting supplies. The stream clearly has fish in it, the trees can be used for wood for a fire, and the hill can be used to see if maybe you're not completely alone.
Player: Get some wood and build a fire
DM: You grab some wood and sticks off of the trees and ground and make a fire. The black smoke billows out of the fire and mars the clear sky above you. Of course, you're obviously not too smart for building a fire in the middle of a forest with trees right next to you, so naturally a tree catches on fire. You run away in terror. You go on for a while and lose track of time. It's getting close to nighttime.
DM: Night creeps closer and you figure that you need to get some shelter. You head off into the woods to look for something you can use for supplies. You take some wood and craft yourself a nice shovel and sword for protection, should you need it. With no house, you are left with two options.
Player: Sleep
DM: You put your shovel and sword at your feet as you lie against the nearest tree. The fog around you is almost calming as you drift off into sleep...You awake to the sound of an arrow being shot into the tree you are laying against, barely missing your head. You quickly grab your sword and stand up and look at where it came from. There it is. It is the scariest thing you've ever seen. It is like a walking skeleton with a bow and arrow. The sight of it stuns you for a moment as it readies another arrow. You quickly dive left, barely dodging the arrow. Quick!
Player: Run!
DM: Lucky for you, it seems that walking skeletons aren't too fast and you escape with no trouble. You're still really tired and decide to try and find a safer place to sleep. Perhaps up in a tree will do. You find a nice-looking tree and are just about to climb it when you see another monster. This one has yet to see you, though. It is just wandering around on its four legs, but has no arms. Maybe this creature isn't even aggressive.
Player: Run! AUGH!
DM: You run away in the opposite direction. After a minute or two, you look back and see that it didn't chase you. A feeling of relief washes over you before a terrifying moan comes from behind you. You turn around to see a zombie charging at you.
Player: Run From the Zombie!

DM: You make the short walk over to the hill. You get to the top, only to be disappointed at what you see. Fog. Nothing but fog. There seems to be some kind of fog that's forever around you at a certain distance. You give up on searching for other people as nighttime begins to set in.

DM: You look around on the ground and notice a sharp-looking rock. You pick it up and search for animals. Lukcy for you, there a nice little pig wandering around aimlessly. You raise your rock as you approach the poor, defenseless pig. It looks up at you with its piggie eyes as you bring the rock of justice upon its face. You chalk up pig-slaying to your resume and eat the thing. No need for gross raw-pig-eating details here! However, it is getting close to nighttime.
Player: Fight! KILL!
DM: You raise your sword and begin walking very carefully towards the creature. It still hasn't seen you. You take a step, nothing. Another step, no reaction. Another, nothing. With the next step, you nearly scream as the creature slowly turns around and walks towards you. Sword held high, you charge the creature. You stab it once in the chest. It hisses loudly and then explodes! You fly back a few feet, let go of your sword and land on the ground. You take a moment to take in the pain before you sit up and check the situation. The area where the creature was is now a giant hole in the ground. You pick up your sword, which is badly damaged but still usable. Just as you think you're maybe finally safe, you hear a terrible moan from behind you. You look up to find a third monster. It looks similar to you, except that it looks like it has been dead for years. Zombies, really? Sword still damaged, the zombie charges you.

Player: Stay Awake
DM: You decide to diligently stay up through the night. Being tired and all, you lose track of time. It could have been minutes or hours before you saw the thing. It looks like an evil with four legs but no arms. It doesn't see you.
Player: Wait! WATCH!

DM: You walk over to the stream. It is crystal-clear in the broad daylight and you see many fish swimming peacefully, not a care in the world. So you quickly reach your hand in and snatch one of the poor fishies. The moment has come for you to eat the unfortunate fish. You decide to treat it like a Band-Aid and get it over with quickly. You shove the bite-sized fish into your mouth and eat. Eating that sad fish was a terrible thing but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do...or woman, whatever. The point is you just ate a poor, defenseless fish. Good job. Now you're full. However, it is getting close to nighttime. Maybe you enjoyed that fish a little too much.

Player: Fight!
DM: You quickly pick up your sword and ready yourself for battle. The skeleton shoots another arrow and it hits the sword straight out of your hand. It falls too far away and the skeleton is fast approaching. You have no choice. You must charge the skeleton. You take off immediately right at the thing and knock it down. Its bow flies far away but somehow all its bones are still in skeleton form. You waste no time and kick the monster over and over until its bones finally do break apart. Congratulations! Skeleton defeated! You feel you're safe until you notice a little four-legged monster a little bit aways from you. It hasn't noticed you yet.

Player: Go Explore and Look for it
DM: You sleep until morning and then gather some food, weapons and necessary supplies. You head off into the forest. Hours pass as you hike onward, checking everywhere. Evening comes again and so you decide to build a fire and cook some food. You reach into your backpack and grab some food as a hard hit to the back of your head knocks you unconscious.

Player: Wait for it to Come Again
DM: You decide to wait for it to come to you again. Your plan works, same time same place. It is standing in the same area in the fog. You decide to get your sword and try to hunt it down again. You head back towards your house. The first second, you are taking quick strides back home, and the next a hard hit to the back of your head knocks you unconscious.

Player: Run Away and Build a House Somewhere Else
DM: You go to sleep and the next morning you pack your things. Food, weapons and necessary supplies. You head off and walk all day, passing valleys, mountains and rivers. Evening comes and you set up a fire for some much needed dinner. You reach into your backpack and then a hard hit to the back of your head knocks you unconscious.

DM: You head out after packing a few necessary supplies, despite the nighttime risk. You walk for an hour or two before stopping for a snack break. You build a fire and reach into your backpack for some food. Then a hard hit to the back of your head knocks you unconscious.

Player: Not at all.
DM: OK, good. That was a test. As you--I suppose--you don't have an Uncle Benny. So you remember things about your life, and fairly important things, like whether you bought a scratch-off ticket yesterday, just not things about me, and our love.What do you make of that? I've made us another appointment with Dr. Carson, and you'd better show up this time. Repressed hostility, and gaslighting, that's the word he used. He also called you passive-aggressive and needy and emotionally manipulative. If you don't come, you can't fix this.I can't sit opposite an empty chair while the doctor tells me everything you need to work on. This is for us to fix. To work on. A house falls apart if you defer maintenance for too long. You are the ruined wall, the cracked steps, the peeling paint.I will be in that chair on Friday morning. You had better be there. Walk down that hall, approach me, like you approached me in the cafeteria, sit down opposite me, and start talking.

Player: Shut the door in her face.
Player: That's alright. Did you want to do something?

DM: Putting on a pair of gloves you carefully pick up the handbag that may belong to house inmate Sarah Price and open it; reams of bloodied bandages flow out of the closed bag like coiled springs. Carefully pulling them aside you go through the handbag and find a purse, a mobile phone, lipstick, a small pack of tissues, half a pack of mints, a hand-held mirror and also a keyring on which are front door and room keys for the House. You pick up her mobile phone and find there are two missed calls made at 9.27 and 9.32 this morning by her housemate Amy Leech. You hand the handbag to Habib to bag as evidence and return your attention to the corridor.
Player: Back to the Corridor
Player: Go into Room 2

Player: Third Floor
DM: You go up to the third floor and find La Kitten Cafe right away. It's not so shabby, but the waiters and waitresses are creepy. They all have animated bags on their heads and they seem to be endlessly bored. To your horror, instead of giving you a receipt, they hand you one of the useless animated brown bags. Hmm... There should be a use for it, but it's useless... Unless Zephyrme and Mudshadow are lying this time! Ha Ha Ha! There should be a good use! You jump out of the cafe triumphantly and rush back to the lobby.
Player: Useless animated bag
Player: The mayor's place
DM: You stride into the mayor's house as casually as possible and nobody seems to notice you. That's probably because they're too busy putting out the fire. Wait, the fire?! The mayor's house is on fire! You need either water or something fireproof to get through the flames. You need to save the mayor!
Player: Search for water
DM: Yeah, searching for water seems to be obvious, but where?! You immediately find a bucket of water on the table and splash it on a random spot where the fire is. Apparently, the stairs to the mayor's room is burnt down! Oh no! You jump up with all your might and rush into the mayor's room. However, you wasted time thinking about the water and the mayor was already dead. Too bad. A police kitten, probably thinking that you were the cause of the fire shoots you until you die. Uh oh. However, the mayor's death can simply be restarted by going to the meditation grounds.

DM: You cannot remember how long you have been walking in the darkness. Keeping track of time is difficult in the endless blackness. The only thing that keeps you going are the bright flames of the fire, growing ever closer. You can even make out the yellow, orange, and crimson of the flames now, about an hour's walk ahead of you. Not long after, you come across a curious find lying on the ground: a large suit of armor. It looks to be in good condition, consisting of a complete set, from helm to sabaton, and is just sitting there on the ground, waiting for someone to pick it up and put it on. It appears to be made of heavy steel. It would be the perfect thing to protect you from further murderous cutthroats. Inspecting the suit of armor more closely, you find that it is all one piece. Each component is riveted together with the next. It seems that it would be a bit clumsy to put on. You notice a book resting next to the suit of armor. Reflecting the light from the fire off it, the cover reads, "The Holy Bible." A note sticks out of the side of it. It reads, "I will rescue you. Renounce your sins and pray to me. I will deliver you to safety." Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something else. A pile of small plastic objects litter the ground. You walk closer and see that they are ... LEGOs! Your favorite childhood toy! Just like your old sets that you played with when you were a child, here are countless pieces of different shapes and sizes, including LEGO minifigures, animals, and weapons. You cannot help but feel an urge to play with them.
Player: Wear the suit of armor.
DM: You pull the suit of armor up until it stands upright. It feels like it weighs 100 pounds. The cold, thick steel is strong and heavy in your hands. You take your time, carefully putting one foot after the other into the sabatons, buckling up the greaves, strapping on the cuisses, squeezing your head into the helm, pulling up the vambraces, putting on the gauntlets, and, finally, snapping on the breastplate. After all of that work, you have finally put on the suit of armor. There is just one little problem. You cannot move. Well, you technically can, but just not the armor along with you. You cannot manage to take even one step. There is no way that you can walk toward the fire in the ponderous suit of armor.
Player: Remove the suit of armor.

Player: Play on Normal Difficulty
Player: Ask her about the Smythe family
DM: "The Smythes?" the policewoman says slowly. "Yes, that was one of the first cases I was involved in. That was back in 1950. The house burnt down with the mother Ivy Smythe and the daughter Rosemary Smythe inside. Neither survived, in fact the fire was so severe we never even recovered Mrs Smythe's body and only succeeded in identifying her daughter's remains from her dental records."The policewoman sighs. "There were many who said that the fire hadn't been started accidentally but that it was deliberate. Mrs Smythe had been mentally unstable since her husband's death during the War and never left her home, meeting only one old man who delivered food to her. She was said to be very mentally unbalanced and often her daughter could be heard crying and screaming in the night. After all this time... who knows how that fire really started?"The old policewoman inadvertently shivers.
Player: Ask her if there have been any unsolved deaths on the island
DM: The policewoman frowns as if she doesn't really want to answer your question."It depends what you mean by unsolved," she says finally. "An American hiker and tourist called John Hall died in fall near White Rocks in 1955, he sustained quite horrific head injuries. A few decades later his son Nathan Hall moved to the island and insisted to everyone he met that his father had been murdered and that he was going to prove it. He never did and unfortunately we've had a lot of problems with Nathan over the years...Probably the most mysterious death on the island though was the discovery of that unidentified human skeleton at Skeleton Point. I handled that investigation as well and it was... creepy. The bones were surrounded by all these howling dogs and they followed us all the way to the edge of the Old Village when we bought the remains back. We had no idea who the bones belonged to, we could not identify the remains and no one came forward so we buried them in the Old Cemetery above Lo So Shing Beach. Even after we buried them the dogs came back and many a night you could hear them howling around that grave..."The policewoman tails off, still frowning uncomfortably at the memory.

DM: What's that in the distance?It's the Tower of Time and Space! You've found it!You sprint to the big white construction and you see that it's surrounded by blue roses. It seems fine to you, maybe it fixed itself.You get to the doors and open them. A bright light blinds you and you remember the headlights of the drunk driver car that started all of this.Through the door you see yourself about to be run over by a car.It's the same night that brought you here. And you are Other now! Except that you don't have the cool guns.You yell at the new Other to come in and you save yourself. You wonder if this is what old Other felt.They thank you and you close the door behind them. When the doors are shut, the Tower disappears along with all the roses. All that's left is a couple of revolvers.You take the guns and look at New Other, they seem confused, thankful, drunk and lost.You were just like that. Maybe when you first found Other they also brought you in through the Tower and you didn't notice because you were drunk as heck.
Player: Find the Tower
DM: Yes, you saved your life, but now they're stuck here with you and there's nothing to do about it.There's no way back, you know that for sure.Except there is one way back; the Tower.You explain to New Other that the universe is in danger, that the dreams were a sign and that the Tower is the only salvation.New Other agrees to help and you both embark on a journey. You reach another chicken people town (or is it the same as before?) and you kill every chicken person with your amazing gunslinger skills that you somehow managed to acquire.You cross the desert and the mountains and the cave and you find the beach.

DM: You hold your father's sword in your hand tightly as you walk along your village's rocky path. Holding your head up high, you march triumphantly uphill with a very special goal in mind. Today was the day you were going to do it. Today was the day you were going to kill the monster who dwells the cave near the village. For your thirteenth birthday your father entrusted you with his sword, the very sword that he has fought countless battles with. You run your fingers along the blade, it's cold to the touch yet you feel a unexplainable warmth swirling inside you. It's almost as if you are being filled with the power of all the monsters and sinners your father has slain with this very same weapon. It wasn't as beautiful as it once was, that happens with age after all, however in your eyes it was a gorgeous and unbeatable weapon. Your father was a warrior loved by the village and you knew that you would always live in his shadow, especially since he was such an honorable and endearing man. How can a young boy such as yourself ever live up to the expectations pushed on you by the other villagers for having such a great man as your father? You don't even have any prior accomplishments in your 13 years of life! Luckily for you, just last week you came up with the perfect plan that would surely make a name for yourself. The monster who lives in a nearby cave always takes from the village's food supply. Despite it being such a nuisance, nobody has ever successfully killed it. Until today, that is!You grip the sword's hilt so tightly your hand began to throb from the pain. You're finally here, just outside the cave.
Player: Enter the cave.
DM: With a deep breath you enter the cave and to your surprise you see the monster there, just leisurely sitting, all four of it's golden eyes are now affixed on you.The monster was definitely hideous, but not as unsightly as other monsters you have seen in the past. It was as tall as a giant with gray fur covering its entire body. It had long lanky arms and legs with two black horns just as long as its limbs. Probably its most prominent trait was its razor sharp teeth and four reflective eyes that looked like pools of molten gold. Despite how it looked, you were far from scared. You've seen your father defeat countless monsters, some twice as bad and ten times as terrifying. If anything, you were itching to kill this thing. You wondered why nobody has ever killed it before you! Just as you were about to raise your sword, the monster opens its mouth to speak to you. "Did you come for a story, child?" the monster's voice was nothing like how you expected. In fact, it was a very soothing, almost motherly voice. The kind of voice you could fall asleep to... an unfamiliar yet curious voice. For some odd reason you can't quite explain, you nod your head yes. I wasn't born like the rest of youI just happened to exist, it's trueOne day I wasn't and the next I wasAnd now I exist, a creature with clawsMuch like the creation of your universeIt was all by chance, I call it a curseOn this planet of green and blueChoked and shrouded by grayI'm living like the rest of youIf you can call it "living", anyway..Now, what is it you want to know? You blink in surprise, but decide to play along with it's little game. You swallow anxiously before replying.
Player: Tell me about humans
DM: The monster grimaces before continuing, An animal lacking fur or a finWrithing in it's disgusting, fleshy skinTheir drive is war and chaos, my greatest fearsTheir shrill voices and laughter pierce my earsHow can such hideous beings exist?So much sin, they just can't resistIf it's humans you must know about, ask awayI'll tell you my tales, child, I have all day How could you even begin to reply to such an insult?

Player: Does anything make us good?
DM: I must admit, there are some qualities I've come to be fond ofEspecially their ability to love and be lovedI've always wondered what it must feel like, a warm embraceOr what it'd feel like to plant a kiss on a warm faceOf someone you love, for whom you would be willing to dieWhose beauty matches even the brightest biggest butterflyYes, it's true, I guess I'm quite envious of that abilityBecause when it comes to love, I lack that capabilitySo I must waste away in this cave,alone, for the rest of my lifetimeBut it was nice to talk to you in the meantime. At that moment, the monster didn't look like much of a monster at all. In fact, it looked more like a helpless lonely creature in your eyes.

Player: Do what you came here to do
DM: You think of your father and all the villagers waiting for you, and ready your blade. The monster looks at you with sad eyes. "Perhaps if things were different, we could have been friends." You plunge the blade in the monster's chest hoping to hit what you would assume would be it's heart, though you weren't quite sure if it even had one. The blade pierced slowly, the monster's skin was much too thick for a quick and easy death. The monster made no indication it was in pain, it only starred at you silently with it's golden eyes. No, the monster didn't even scream... it was you who began screaming. You removed the blade and stabbed again, removed and stabbed again, all while screaming on the top of your lungs. Your warrior call. You let out all the screams that you had. You screamed now because you didn't scream when your dad killed countless creatures. You screamed now because you didn't scream when everyone you know came home with bloodstained hands, looking at you with disappointment. You screamed now for the monster, who didn't scream at all, who only looked down at you while you endlessly stabbed and stabbed again. The monster smiled at you with pity. At last it is my time, the answer to my pleaThank you for having been the one to free meAnd release me from my misery...The monster closed it's eyes, they would never open again. You drop your bloodied sword into the pool of blood beneath you. It splashes on your legs like a puddle on a rainy day. Your trembling hands are a glistening crimson red. You never realized that monsters could bleed the same color as humans...and bleed so much, too. When you get home the villagers will rejoice and call you a hero! You can now feel like you belong! ... You wonder if what you just did was a victory or murder, and your cries echo within the cave for nobody to hear.
Player: Stay here
DM: The feeling of guilt weighed heavily on your shoulders and the smell of blood was so intense you found it hard to breath properly. You laid down in the pool of blood that you had created. You were covered in it anyway so it didn't matter to you if your clothes became even more soiled. It was somewhat beautiful and still felt incredibly warm, almost like an embrace. You wondered how much longer you had until the warmth would go away and wished that time would never come. Soon it was nighttime, and you could no longer see the monster's corpse or the blood surrounding it. It was just darkness and the lingering smells. You stood up and began your walk home, leaving your father's sword behind. You decided you no longer needed it and it was better off in the cave of the monster who once lived there.. "It's cold" you muttered under your breath, your words turned into a puff of white in the frigid air.

DM: "Very well," you announce. "A crime, even one committed by somebody under my command in dire circumstances like this, cannot go unpunished."You set the villagers to work on a place to hang the criminals. They hang the soldiers that had been violent towards them one by one, cheering as they die. Afterwards, you set off again for Throfakin.
Player: Hurry back to Thragnazil
DM: "We must return to Thragnazil immediately!" you tell Jorpangr, realizing that they might attack there while you are gone. Although you thought that Eofrain was exaggerating the size of the army earlier, you now realize that he may have been telling the truth. You have Jorpangr blow the Horn of Generals and set off towards your home at a fast pace.
DM: You march into the night and reach Thragnazil early the next morning. You are relieved to see that the city is fine. There are several mammoths outside the gate, with archers and spear-throwers on top. Thragnazil is readying for war, and it will not fall without a fight.As you enter the gates, you tell Jorpangr to organize the men for battle. You seek out the king.You find him in his bedchamber, drunk and with two barrels of expensive mead in the corner. He sees you and holds up his large tankard (large enough to empty a barrel in eight refills). He empties it without stopping, then tosses it to you."More," he mutters. "I must drink it all or they will win!"You sigh, realizing that the King is in no position to lead the army to battle."My lord, may you put me in charge for the course of the war, so that you will not be forced to make tough decisions?' you ask."Ehh?" Hronheir grunts. "Sure, just get me another drink and leave me alone."Suddenly, a soldier runs into the King's Bedchamber."My lord!" he yells. "The enemy is approaching!""The general's in charge now," groans Hrongeir. "Now get out o' 'ere!"You get out on top of the wall, with Jorpangr by your side. The army is vast, larger than you ever imagined. A soldier throws a small object at the wall. It lands with amazing accuracy at your feet.It is a head.You recognize it, it is Groron, Lord of Thoragrinn! So they destroyed Thoragrinn, too.A strange, extremely deep instrument sounds and the black horde marches in unison towards the gates. The mammoths there charge, tossing enemies about.
Player: Guard the King's bedchamber
DM: You go back to the King's Bedchamber. The King, still drunk, staggers about the room with a bottle of mead. He smashes it when you come in, looking irritated."Don't tell me we've lost already!" he complains. "I haven't had time to get drunk enough!"You see that there are eight empty barrels of alcohol (mead, ale, beer, and more) laying in a corner. You wonder what "drunk enough" is."My lord, we still hold the gate," you assure him. "I have come to guard you here, in case the gate fails."As of now, you can think of two plans to defend the King. As the Bedchamber is not fortified, you have no intention of staying here. The Docks has a few large boats that the King could leave on. The Tunnels beneath Thragnazil lead all around the city and could make an excellent hiding spot. If you are lucky enough, you could even find one of the tunnels that lead out of the city (although it's unlikely).

Player: Go home
DM: You return home, covered in blood. The walk felt like hours although in reality it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes. Everyone cheered for you when you arrived. They asked how satisfying it felt to kill your first monster, but you ignored them. You walked straight to your father's grave and read the epitaph to yourself, the same epitaph you used to read over and over again until your eyes became blurry and the words no longer made sense. Here lies our village's greatest warrior May he continue to slay monsters even in the afterlifeYou set the sword down next to all the flowers that were put there by everyone who adored him and walked away solemnly. The smell of the flowers and the blood on your sword followed behind you. You decided you could never be the kind of man your father was, even if everyone expected you to be.

DM: There is a book here with different plants pressed into the pages. They are all very common flowers, such as daisies and dandelions, but there is something comforting about them.
Player: Back into the Natural History Section
Player: Look at the plant pressings
Player: The Shire:Michel Delving
Player: Read Ted Sandyman's policies
DM: Ted Sandyman is buisnessman who owns the Mill. He believes that all environmental protection should be lifted, and that he should be allowed to cut down as many trees as he likes. He also thinks that poor hobbits should have their homes, food, water and healthcare taken away from them, and that they should be taxed and their money should be "fairly distributed" by giving it all to his Mill Company. Needless to say, he believes all taxes on his Mill should be lifted.You get the impression that Ted Sandyman is not all that popular with the other Hobbits.
Player: Return to Michel Delving
Player: Go back to Hobbiton
Player: You go towards Bag End

DM: I am going quickly to try to see if I'll find a bullet or shells on the beach again tonight at sundown. It is tricky but yesterday I found five and on Tuesday six so I might get lucky today and find a few. School today was rather dull but got some good books I wanted out of the library including one about F so I suppose these will keep me busy over the weekend. Mum wants me to work harder on my athletics but I just don't love running the way I love reading and writing. I am sure that if mum and dad knew the things that I know then they would see how unimportant running really is and that is not just teenage conceit talking but a real thing. I have resolved that later I will talk to Dad, for him surprises might be less shocking than for her. Perhaps showing them Cheung Chau Cave would be the best way to start?NOTE: THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ITEM. PLEASE PICK IT UP AND USE IT WHENEVER YOU NEED TO REFER TO THIS NOTE AGAIN.
Player: Examine the oak tree
DM: You look up at the old oak tree, it's dark branches creaking ominously in a cold breeze. From one of its high branches a fragment of old weathered rope trails down, it ends in a noose a few feet above your head. You glance down and around but there seems no reason for such a threatening thing to be suspended here, the noose sways eerily over your head. Nearby the old Japanese man watching you intently.
Player: Follow the path to the northwest

DM: Striding towards the man, he notices your presence, before dashing off into one of the houses off of the pavement. You swiftly follow him to the house, wedging your foot in the doorway as he attempts to slam it shut"We need to talk." You say sternly"..Erh, okay." he fumbles with his words, before you lock the door behind you to face the room in front of you.The room itself was dark and, due to it's size, seemed crowded, although there was only three other people in the room itself. And elderly woman, a middle aged woman and a small child, about seven years old. You pull your gun out and gaze at the people in front of you. You begin to explain about who you're looking for."Please... we don't know what you're talking about." the man explains.
Player: Dig deeper
DM: "I know you know something... Here's a hint, I'm gonna start the fuckin' shootin' if you don't tell me what you know, punk!" you shout."Please! I... don't know anything man!" the man claims."You aren't good at this are you."You fire a shot into his leg, skimming his skin as he squeals in pain."Little taster for you there. Did that refresh your memory?" you sarcastically whisper into his ear"No... You crazy bastard!""Time to cause some chaos then..."
Player: Child
Player: Slip into the room stealthily
DM: You continue with your stealthy journey and creak the door open slowly. You see two men in the room and recognize one of them immediately: Carlos. However, one of the men (unfortunately, the heavily armed one) recognizes you too. It's far too late for retaliation. [BAD ENDING]

DM: You decided against letting your mother know. You made some excuse about a friend from a nearby village and she didn't pry you any further than that. You begin walking your usual path when two unfamiliar faces begin walking towards you. They are dressed quite strangely and it piqued your curiosity. The faces belonged to two young girls. The first looked about your age with flowing, honey colored hair. The second girl looked identical to the first but she must have been a few years younger judging by her stature. Sisters, you assumed. "Hello there!" the older girl greets you with a smile. "We are travelers looking for someone... you seem like a local here. Can you help us?"Travelers are rare, but you don't see the harm in helping two innocent looking girls. After a short introduction you learn their names. Poppy is the older sister, 13 years old just like you. Marigold is the younger, 8 years old. Their smiles were bright and spoke with you with such radiating kindness that you've never experienced in your village. You must admit that they did have a weird smell to them, but you assumed it must be because they're not from here. "Please do not judge us... but this 'someone' we are looking for is actually a 'something'... are you familiar with any gray beasts with long horns around here? We were told this may be a good place to check. We were told he is super friendly and we've always wanted to befriend a monster!" Poppy said shyly. Koletis? You grinned to yourself. You were glad that you weren't the only one who knows there is such a kind monster out there! What should you do?
Player: I better not...
DM: "You guys want to befriend a monster? That's really weird... sorry, but I can't help you." As you walked far enough away from them you let out a huge sigh of relief. Anxious thoughts raced through your mind. Were you believable enough? Why were they really looking for him? You knew there was no such thing as a human who would befriend a monster.... well, besides you of course. Your walking pace quickly turned into a full speed run. You busted through the cave while panting heavily. Koletis' golden eyes lit up with curiosity and surprise. "Koletis!" you heaved in between breaths "It's not safe here for you! People are looking for you! You have to leave!"Child, Please take a deep breathI appreciate you warning me of my possible deathBut there's something that I must admit...I'm not quite sure I want to splitThe only one who cares for this life, is youIf I were to leave, would you leave too? You pondered for a moment... Koletis.. he wants you to come with him? To leave this miserable place? How big is the world out there, you wondered...
Player: Please Go...
DM: "I can't come with you... please, go on without me" Strangely, you almost felt like it would be wrong of you to go. You felt undeserving of traveling this world. Where there is happiness, there is also war and death. All of which is caused by humans, not monsters. You thought it would be the best for everyone to stay confined to your village in your own little world. Your friend, whom has been confined to a cave for so long out of fear of this world, has finally stretched his legs out into the sun. You knew that if you weren't there to encourage him, he would have chose death over escaping to live. Perhaps your biggest accomplishment in your life is you igniting the will to move on in such an intelligent, beautiful creature. You exchanged silent glances for a moment. Without saying a word, you nodded softly. This was your way of saying, "It will be okay". Koletis took giant graceful leaps further into the forest. Soon his giant body became nothing more than a gray speck in the distance. You knew that he was going to be okay. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you made your way back home.

Player: Ask her about Gabriel Xing
DM: "Gabriel was a treasure," his grandmother tells you. "His mother and I called him Angel because he was so lovely. He was interested in a lot of things - always reading! He was interested in the island's history, I told him a lot about that. I always told him to understand the present you need to understand the past. This island has a dark history and a lot of secrets - a great many." She looks thoughtfully at you.

Player: Go back to the kitchen
DM: In the kitchen, the knife gazes up at me.A sudden thought occurs to me-the stowaway's been here a while. He-she?-could be crazed. Dangerous.He could find my boat.I close the bedroom door behind me.
Player: Take the knife
DM: The heft of it makes me feel safer.

DM: You sadly conclude that there is nothing you can do but wait. The Mammoths move closer. The infantry scuttle forward. One mammoth is heading straight for your squad.The Mammoth stops. Then the world tilts 90 degrees again and your ears are ringing. The Mammoth is shelling you.The AA matrix lights up, but it is too far away. The ground is continuously thrown around and so is your brain.Pick a number from the Random Number Table.

Player: Ask him about the Smythe Family
DM: The old man gives an unexpected grin."Mr Sidney-Smythe was a very fine gentleman and the island was blessed the day he arrived," he says enthusiastically. "My father was one of his servants and told me many things about him. Did you know, for example, that Mr Smythe was a keen mathematician and a designer of codes and cyphers? No? I believe he even wrote a book about it. He also loved dogs, at one point, my Dad claimed, he must have had about twenty in the house! In many ways they were strange people, do you know the family even monogramed all of their plates, cups, knives and forks with SS for Sidney-Smythe? Can you imagine?Of course, he was killed by the Japanese which was a great tragedy. His wife, Mrs Smythe, died that day too, in my opinion, mentally if not physically. She was never quite right in the mind afterwards and almost never left the house... but it is not fitting to speak ill of the dead."He frowns at his own words before composing his face into a polite smile.
Player: Ask him if he knows of any interesting places to visit on the island
DM: The old man laughs cheerfully."Well, there are many interesting spots to visit: there is what we call the north loop with this village, the Pirate Cave, the Old Prison and the Tourist Beach, heading down you have Lookout Point and the Kamikaze Caves. Then there is what we call the south loop, that has the Old Village, Smythe Manor - in ruins now sadly -, White Rocks, Guerrilla Caves and Skeleton Point. You can also visit the Old Shrine, the Smythe Memorial, the Old Cemetery and Lo So Shing Beach itself. You certainly won't be short on places to visit on this island young lady."He smiles with pride in his home island.
Player: Explore the rest of the museum
Player: Ask him about his unusual name
DM: Dr Yeung laughs."My name? Actually, in Hong Kong it is quite common for people to have Chinese and English names. I am half-English, on my father's side, so I use both my English Christian name and my Chinese surname. You notice I have blue eyes and brown hair? It is quite common for people with Western ancestry to display non-Chinese traits in eye and hair color while those of Chinese descent invariably have black hair and brown eyes. Actually, it is more common than you think, if you look around closely, you'll notice quite a few people have at least some Western physical characteristics and names which shows they have mixed heritage.He smiles politely waiting for your next question.

Player: Let Charles deal with him
DM: Charles raises his pistol and shoots shoot the policeman in the hand, while he is stunned you step forward, wrench the machine gun from his grasp and order him to join his companions. Moments later a third policeman wanders in through the doors."Well come right in and join us," John calls to him and points his gun at him.Holding several hostages around you all leave the bank in a close group and move down towards the car. There are some lawmen on the street and Charles opens fire on them with his machine gun twice, prompting them to dive for cover. Reaching the car you all pile inside with two hostages on the running boards.You drive out of town, release the hostages and count the money to find you have stolen $25,000, making your share $4,100. The Gang decides after this robbery it is time for you all to lie low and decide to head to Daytona Beach, Florida for the Christmas Vacation, except Red who wants to go to Chicago to look over some banks first. You need to choose who to accompany.
Player: Go with Red to Chicago to look at banks
Player: Open fire on the lawmen
DM: Drawing your pistol you raise it and shoot one of the lawmen through the chest. As he falls to the ground mortally wounded you and Red open fire on the other two lawmen, who dive for cover. Sprinting out of the garage you hijack a passing car and speed out of town, you don't stop driving until you join the rest of the gang at Daytona Beach.That Christmas and New Year you celebrate with barbecues and presents with your friends, clever Harry, reliable Charles, gregarious Russell, absent-minded Red and of course the charismatic John who is the life and soul of the party. You have had a tumultuous but generally successful year, in papers you read that the Baby Face Nelson Gang, who Homer Van Meter has joined, is likewise prospering.After the New Year most of the gang intend to continue their vacation in Tucson, Arizona while John and Red want to rob one of the banks in East Chicago Red has been checking out. It is agreed that the gang will split up and reunite in a few days, you need to choose which half of the gang you will accompany.
Player: Continue hiding out with Harry, Charles and Russell

DM: The messenger, a tall dwarf of about five feet, stumbles into King Hrongeir II's Throne Room, clasping tightly a piece of rolled up parchment in his left hand. There are three arrows, one in his stomach, one in his forearm, and one in his thigh. He does not seem to mind, and gives the parchment to your King.The Throne Room is the size of a large house in itself. It has dark brick walls, with fancy red curtains and banners depicting dragons, as are the symbol of Thragnazil. The Bladefury Throne is at the center of the room, on a large raised platform. There are entrances leading into the room from all directions. Ten heavily-armored guards protect this room alone. There is a fancy red carpet covering the floor.Standing beside him, you, the Royal General of Thragnazil, do not attempt to read the letter, as the penalty for that could be death. You instead wait until he finishes reading and ask if all is well.He shakes his head solemnly, resting his head on his hand like he always does when he is upset."This is a letter from Lord Eofrain Northblade of Throfakin," Hrongeir sighs. "Throfakin was besieged by a powerful army, dressed in twisted black armor. Korling believes they were Witheron Knights, but that would be absurd. That would suggest... The end."You nod, worrying greatly about the situation. If there is a powerful army on the loose, especially if they are Witheron Knights, than you will have trouble dealing with them. Hrongeir will definitely want to defend his kingdom.You look to the messenger to ask for more information, but he see that he lays dead on the floor, the blood from his wounds pouring out onto the luxurious carpet of the room. The King hands you the letter.
Player: The Letter
DM: To King Hrongeir II,The situation in your city of Throfakin grows worse and worse as the days go by. I have been trapped in the walls for a week now, and have lost hundreds of men trying to drive the enemy back. If they haven't attacked your city yet, then consider this a warning. I beg of you, do not try to send aid to Throfakin. You need as many men as you can muster to protect the capital, and Throfakin is doomed anyways. It has been a pleasure serving you, my lord, but I fear that I will serve you for not much longer.With respects, Eofrain Northblade, Lord of Throfakin.
DM: You set the bloodstained note down and look back to the messenger. You wonder how he managed to get past the army at the gates, but you will probably never know."What shall I do?" Hrongeir asks in despair. "Throfakin is a large city. Should I take his advice and let it fall? Or should I try to protect my kingdom?"You take a moment to think it over, then decide...
Player: Send a large force to help the city
DM: "We should send a large force to try to save Throfakin," you suggest. "This army is surely not as big as Eofrain claims. The rest of the army should be able to sufficiently protect Thragnazil while save the strategic city of Throfakin.""Good idea," agrees Hrongar. "Eofrain is too good of a man to abandon in his time of need, despite what he claims to want."The next day, you have readied a force of five-hundred dwarves, all with identical steel armor, great-shields, and war hammers, to march to Throfakin and attack the evil army therein. Your squire, Jorpangr, rides with you on a mammoth, holding a post with both the banner of Thragnazil and a banner bearing your coat-of-arms, a helmet that looks like yours.You march uneventfully for the whole day, stopping to rest at the village of Monon. The roads continues south and also branches west, to the direction of Throfakin. The inns at Monon are filled, and many soldiers sleep in tents and on the ground outside. Some even ask to stay in villagers' houses. You look in distaste as a soldier gets in an argument with a villager who will not allow them inside. He raises his war hammer threateningly, but the man still does not move. The soldier whacks the villager into the doorway, then steps over the likely-dead body and into the house.
Player: Go to the soldier and make an example of him
DM: You will not stand for soldiers terrorizing villagers, so you quickly walk to the house, your sword in hand. You see that the villager is dead, and all his ribs are broken. The soldier is in the man's bed, and gasps when he sees you. You point to the door angrily, and he walks in that direction.Out in the street, you tell Jorpangr to blow the Horn of Generals, bringing all of the soldiers outside. You have the cruel soldier whipped in front of the army to show what happens to those who are cruel to their kin. After he is whipped sufficiently, you turn him over to the village watch captain and tell him that he is in their custody. The commander of the watch thanks you and commands the town watch to march with you to Throfakin. The commander's deputy, Angroth, is in charge of the twelve men assigned to go with you. Angroth rides with you and Jorpangr on the mammoth the next day as you get closer to Throfakin.

Player: Just ignore it
DM: You shrug, telling yourself that the villager should have listened to the soldier. Yawning, you decide to get some sleep.***The next morning you are awoken by Jorpangr, who leads you outside. The town watch is fighting several Thragnazilian Soldiers, and two soldiers have died! You immediately stop the fight, looking in distaste at the villagers. There are eight dead watch members laying facedown in the snow, their blood staining it crimson. You ask one of the villagers what happened."They killed three of us last night because we didn't want them in our homes!" he says angrily. "What kind of general stands by as his soldiers murder their own kin?"He lunges out with his knife and nearly stabs you. You manage to dodge it, and Jorpangr holds him on the ground."I'm sorry," you say to the villagers. "I did not intend to kill any of you.""If you really are sorry," shouts a she-dwarf. "Why don't you lynch the soldiers for murder?!"
Player: Kill the rebel villagers

Player: Keep all of the army at Thragnazil
DM: "I think that a threat like this requires the entire army here at Thragnazil," you tell the King. "If Thoragrinn gets into trouble, they could always send their people here.""Wise choice," the King says. "It is as you command, general."***Over the next two weeks, the army trains vigorously to be prepared for an attack. You even do a little bit of practice as well, to maintain a good fighting skill. The watch is tripled, and lots of weapons are forged and repaired. While Throfakin an Thoragrinn fall, Thragnazil prepares.It is one morning while you are on the wall when the vast armies approach. You know nothing of this army, save that they are highly trained. Their forces outnumber yours three to one, which is better odds than the letter had led you to expect. You have two plans that you had prepared for when the army arrived at Thragnazil.Your first plan is to keep everyone inside or on top of the walls, shooting arrows and bullets and being defensive. The second plan was to ready mammoth riders and several platoons of men-at-arms to meet them out on the field.
Player: Archers and gunmen on the walls
DM: You decide that this plan will cause less of your soldiers to be killed, and it will probably be more effective. You order the men to get bows, crossbows, and muskets from the armory and go at intervals along all of the walls.Ten minutes later your army is prepared. Three enemy soldiers walk forward, one holding a banner that depicted the Seal of Withros. You realize with shock that this is the army of Withros, forged in the Great Abyss to take Bordevar! You instantly begin to doubt the strength of your army.One of them speaks in a rasping scream:"Withros is a generous lord, and the strength of your army has impressed him. He has decided to offer terms of surrender, so you may surrender and join his army for the assault on Ultivar! It will be a glorious war, and after the Shards are devoid of life we will move on to the next world.""But why?" asks Jorpangr from his place further down the wall. "Why do you wish to end all life?""Withros gave men their souls," replies the Witheron Knight. "Only Withros should have created mortal life, as he is God of Mortalilty. Ultmora broke the Code of Death when he created elves, so Withros has taken back the souls of men and the Beast-Kin, since they were his to begin with. Now he has destroyed Everhath, and the kingdoms of man are empty. Only Thragnazil remains, and my master does not wish to be opposed, even by puny dwarves. So join us or be destroyed."
Player: Fight on
DM: "I will never bargain with the Lord of Death!" you shout angrily. "Fire!"Your army let loose a hail of arrows and a flurry of bullets. The front row of Witheron Knights crumbles to ash as they fall. An extremely low-pitch note is blown from a horn, and the enemy marches forward menacingly.Suddenly, whistling arrows fly out from within their ranks. They bury themselves within the chests of your fellows. As you walk along the wall checking on your army, you find Jorpangr propped against the wall. There is an arrow in his shoulder, and the skin around it is turning purple, darker by the second. He looks at you with bloodshot eyes, which become lifeless seconds later.Another hail of arrows devastated your army further, and now you see some giant monsters loading catapults. You need to do something about them, or you will surely lose.

DM: Looking to your men, you see many of them nodding sorrowfully. You stand no chance against their might."I agree to your surrender," you spit. "We will help you conquer the Shards.""Excellent," it rasps. "Open the Realmgate!"The Realmgates of the Shards of Eldevar are massive portals that can transport people from Shard to Shard. Although most lead to and from realms such as Bordevar, Ultivar, and Galuund, there are some that go to the Great Abyss itself.Two giant creatures come from within the ranks, eight feet of tentacles, eyeballs, and slime, pulling a twisted Realmgate on wheels. There is a pale glow coming from what otherwise appears to be empty space in the middle. The army of death moves out of the way, allowing your army to move.You lead the men through this path and to the Realmgate. You suddenly feel nervous about going to the Great Abyss. Dwarves are not meant to go there, they usually go to Galuund when they die. You aren't sure if you want to see the horrors there, either; although nobody knows for sure what is there, most think it is a terrible place of torture, pain, and death. There may be no turning back now, however, because they have enclosed your army into an empty field devoid of cover, and all you have for weapons are bows and guns.
Player: Continue through the Realmgate
DM: Deciding it is too late to change your mind, you continue with your army towards the Realmgate. As you apporach it, your heart beats faster and almost seems to be telling you to turn around. You step into the Realmgate, instantly regretting your decision.

Player: Go to battle in the gates
DM: You run down the stairs and through the gates. The dwarves and mammoths are holding most of the Witheron Knights back, but a few have managed to get through and are charging you! They have large battle-axes, far to large for a mortal to wield. Nearly twice as tall as them (and they aren't dwarves, like you), they look very deadly. From ten feet away, one of them swings. You barely manage to get out of the way, and the axe gets stuck in the wall.Seeing your oppurtunity, you rush forward and shove your sword into the Witheron Knight's chest. Your sword suddenly gets extremely hot and you are forced to drop it. As you watch, the knight turns to ash - but so does your sword! The other two knights swing their axes.

Player: Attempt to disarm the catapults
DM: "We need to disarm those catapults!" you shout as loud as you can. Several volunteers run to your aid. You count up to ten and decide there is no time to count them, although there are many more. You run down a stone staircase and onto the Main Road that leads out of the city. The gates open and your men charge out, determined to take the catapults.You make it two hundred feet into their ranks before your left flank fails and Witheron Knights attack you from all sides. You are a whirlwind of parries, blocks, and dodges, but you know your luck cannot hold out. You rush forward, and, taking a few wounds, escape the circle of Knights that had been around you.Now you need to decide if you want to risk continuing by yourself while nursing many wounds or if you should wait for some of your men to be able to follow you. You doubt that any of them will survive the current onslaught, but the thought of someone covering your back is very comforting.
Player: Continue alone
DM: You decide to leave them behind, trusting in your own skill to complete this task.You still hear their cries as they are struck down, however, and the guilt never leaves.You reach the catapult a few minutes later. It is guarded by one of the giant monsters. You have only a little bit of ammunition left for your gun, but you wouldn't fancy fighting one of those monsters up close.
Player: Fight it with your sword
DM: You rush forward and swing your sword at the beast, slicing open its leg. Blood sprays onto your face, and you are surprised to feel it burn through your face and skull. Your lifeless body falls to the ground, with a melted hole in the face.

DM: You lead eight mammoths out of the holding pens, having servants saddle them and ready their armor. You also have Jorpangr blow the Horn of Generals to summon as many soldiers as you can. Assembled in the Town Square and around it now is most of the Thragnazilian Army."An army is at our gates," you announce. "They have most likely destroyed Throfakin by now, and Thoragrinn may have suffered the same fate, but we have not any way to confirm it right now. If you want to avenge those lost, follow me out to battle them in the field of battle!"There is a shout from all present as you walk to the gate. It is opened, revealing an army far larger than your own. Jorpangr blows the Horn of Generals again, which is answered by a low-pitched horn from the opposing army. Your army charges with a yell, while the enemy remains at a steady march. You are at the front of the army.As the armies clash, you stab an enemy, which turns to dust. You realize in horror that it is not human, elf, or anything else found naturally on Bordevar. It is some sort of monster...One attempts to bash you with its shield, on which you see the Seal of Withros. So this army is commanded by the Lord of Death himself? You feel sick and weak.As the battle progresses, you see that your soldiers are dying at a steady rate. Two mammoths have fallen, and you are being driven backward. The gate is still open, in case you need to make a quick escape, but you aren't sure how good of an idea that is.
Player: Close the gate
DM: "Close the gate!" you yell. Several dwarves move inside, and the gates close seconds later. You fight on with a slightly increased sense of security for the innocent people inside.An hour later, the group of dwarves around you has slowly decreased in number, and you see that your army is much smaller than it was at the beginning of the battle. You grimace, trying not to think about how Withros' army still seems infinite. Yet you fight on, determined to protect the innocent.Your spirits are raised when you see a Realmgate towards the back of the army. If you could get close enough to destroy it, then you could prevent them from getting reinforcements. You realize that their numbers seem infinite because every soul Withros gets is going into his army. So whenever he kills one of your dwarves, another Witheron Knight is created. The only problem with getting to the Realmgate is that most of the enemy army is in the way. You don't see any other way of winning, however.
Player: Close the Realmgate
DM: "We must close the Realmgate!" you command, charging it with the last of your men.It is a glorious end for most of them, dying alongside their fellows to save the innocent. However, you are on of a few who make it to the Realmgate. They all start hitting it with hammers and swords, to no avail. You realize that you don't know how to disarm it!You do notice two orbs on it; one red and one black.

Player: Drop to the ground
DM: You drop to the ground, and the axes miss. Pouncing up, you land on a knight and feel that its armor is as cold as snow. You shove your sword through a chink in its chestplate and it lets forth an otherworldly scream. The other one swings its axe at you, but you manage to duck under that one too.Jorpangr rushes forward, hitting the knight with his warhammer. There is a snap as its neck breaks, and you are relieved that there is no scream.With no immediate threat to you or Jorpangr, you look around and see that although one of the mammoths are dead, you are holding the gate fairly well. You smile until you see a strange creature, eight feet of grotesque flesh, twisted spikes, and slimy tentacles, shambling quickly towards the gate. Dwarves are running away, true terror in their eyes.You realize that it is going to smash the gate! If nobody does anything, Thragnazil will be lost!
Player: Order Jorpangr to do it
DM: "Jorpangr, I command you to stop that beast!" you shout.Jorpangr, frozen in fear, hesitates. You are about to do it yourself when he decides to go. He swings his hammer, but his hesitation was his doom.The beast falls onto the gates, smashing them. The Witheron Knights seem to get a burst of vigor and strike down nearly all of your men. You are surrounded and slain.

DM: You swerve to the left and get right into the path of the blade. The blade slices you in half. GAME OVER'Tip: Marie is facing in your direction and Jason is the opposite.'
DM: Marie whispers you good luck and hopes you make it out. You go to where Jason tells you. He sets up a trap with a saw blade protruding from the ceiling. Your goal is to stay in the box for 3 minuets. READY SET GO!A saw blade falls from the ceiling to Jasons left.
Player: Go Left
Player: Go right
DM: You swerve in the opposite direction and dodge the death blade. The next one falls to the left of Marie.
Player: Go to the left of M
Player: NE

DM: Not wanting to cause any more problems than there already are, you decide to just leave right then. You order the men to march off at once. You apologize to the villagers, who seem unimpressed. Your army is tired, and go at a much slower pace than you would have wanted.

DM: Radio dives and rolls to his side, but while Savant dives forward he is caught in a well-aimed beam."YEEEARGH!", he screams through the squad channel (mark Savant as Wounded on your chart.)"Savant!", says Radio. " "'re you o'ke?""aaaahh... ah... ah-aaaah!""Schisse! He's hurt bad, that's a gut-shot. We need to get him back to the city, fast.""Our relief should be here any minute now, just set him down near a few of our guys further back.", suggests Harridan.Savant is helped through the darkness to a safe spot by Radio. He then rejoins the snipers, picking off targets with deadly intent to salve his anger.
Player: Flashes through the darkness
DM: Beams from both sides flash across the battlefield like lightning, there, then gone, leaving a retinal afterimage of whatever was lit up. As if a hundred strobe lights were randomly flickering... It's eerie.
Player: Prepare to fire, sniper!
DM: Darkness is now complete except for what the plasma beams illuminate.You aim down the barrel of your gun and carefully adjust the gun's tilt, while the blurry, indistinct shapes move around. When you see plasma flashes you close one eye, aiming at the flashes carefully...
Player: If you have a Plasma Rifle (and some cartridges) and wish to use it
DM: With practised movements, you heft your rifle and place the stock against your shoulder, then insert your cartridges one by one into the loader.You close one eye and check your sights, noting the distance displayed on the rangefinder and steadying your arm. Taking a deep breath, you pull the trigger.
Player: If the total is 17 to 15
Player: Take Cover
DM: Deciding that discretion is the better part of valour, you stay silent and dark, waiting for the right moment, the right opportunity. You don't know when that will come, but a combination of caution, patience, lack of knowledge of the situation and outright cowardice conspire to keep you hidden in the dark, unnaturally cropped grass.
Player: Pick a random number from the Random Number Table

Player: Shoot the monster
DM: Taking careful aim, you blast the monster's face with your musket. Three eyes fly in random directions and it falls onto the catapult, destroying it. There is still one more, though, fifty feet away and with many Knights standing guard. You check around the catapult and find a small flask connected to the monster's leg. It is warm to the touch.
Player: Throw the flask at the other catapult
DM: Hoping that it will prove worthwhile, you throw the flask. It travels in a wide arc over the Knights and lands on the catapult's wooden base. It shatters, spilling an acidic liquid over it. It melts through the wood and causes it to break down. You smile in satisfaction, even though the armies of Withros have you surrounded now. They move in, but you don't stand a chance.***Many dwarves escaped Thragnazil before it fell, thanks to your military brilliance. Even though the city fell, dwarves continued to live in nomadic groups around the wintry north of Stellaron, avoiding Witheron Knight patrols as well as they could.

Player: Ask him if anything else strange has happened on the island

DM: You lead your men through the trees until the ground begins to rise and you approach the mouth of the valley. By the third day you find yourself between the two mountains, the one to the north has an ominous cloud of smoke hanging over it. Your men become excited as they spot a dozen goats grazing on the scattered sprigs of grass that grow between various rocks on the valley floor. Some of your men eagerly ask you for permission to shoot them.What do you do?
Player: Let them fire at the goats
DM: As soon as you give permission several of your men snatch up their rifles, take aim and begin firing at the goats. Three go down but the rest move with remarkable speed, bounding effortlessly over the rocks and soon vanish off down the valley. Skinning the kills you find the animals are thin so the meat is tough and stringy but it is meat none the less and wrapping it in leaves your men preserve it carefully in their packs.You advance down the valley until nightfall before making camp and considering your route. The valley continues on to the west while the mountains give way to rocky ridges both to the northwest and southwest. To the southwest you can see a stream of sorts trickles down the mountain while to the northwest the rocky ground looks bleak and desolate. You have still found no trace of Donovan's expedition.Which direction do you go?
Player: Northwest to the ridge
DM: Climbing up out of the valley onto rocky high ground you and your men increasingly notice a foul smell like rotten eggs in the air and in places the ground seems unusually hot. Your men feel uneasy about this place and don't like it at all, that is until you unexpectedly discover a rocky basin filled with water. Testing it carefully you are surprised to discover that it is hot. After close to a month's marching you and your fellow explorers do not smell your best and several of your men are keen on the idea of taking a quick bath.What do you do?
Player: Let them bathe
DM: Taking off their clothes several of your men slide with deep sighs into the water and begin to splash around. Their companions are on the verge of joining them when suddenly the men begin to cry out in pain and then start screaming. With frantic splashes they swim for the sides of the pool, heat blisters breaking out on their arms and legs. Most are pulled from the water in time but three lose their heads completely and remain in the water, screaming in cries of pure agony until almost at the same time they all go silent, their motionless bodies continuing to blister before sinking from sight.The wounded men are in terrible pain from their burns which are treated with cold water and bandages as well as they can be. You look to the smoking mountain to the east and can only conclude that terrible forces of heat are constantly moving through the rocks beneath you. Camping a safe distance from the pool you scan the area to consider your next steps. To the west the ridge continues on but to the southwest the valley gives way to closely-growing trees.Startled you spot first one distant flickering orange light among the trees and then another and another. Your men share your discovery and with excited chatter several declare those lights are surely campfires. "It's Donovan's men" declares one excited man but staring at the lights others are more nervous. "It might be savages" one man declares and others murmur their agreement. Nevertheless in the morning's light you turn southwest and descend towards where you saw the fires.

Player: Run back
DM: You rush backward, but their axes are longer than the distance you are able to run in that time. One cuts your throat open and the other gashes your forehead. You fall to the ground, dead. The forces of Withros overtake Thragnazil and the King is slain.

Player: Go south to Ankodar
DM: "I think that you are right," you admit. "I'll let the men know tomorrow at dawn that we don't return to Thragnazil.""You are wise," Jorpangr says gratefully.***The next day, you tell Jorpangr to blow the Horn of Generals and summon the men."Jorpangr and I have come to a decision of heading south," you announce. "I know many of you have families in Thragnazil, and I will not force you to go. I am simply giving you the choice of following me to Ankodar."Most of the men are extremely angry at your lack of honor. However, there are many cowards in the army (more than you would have thought) who follow you.***You reach Morgadil a few days later, and find it to be competely destroyed. Your men are devesated by this, and even more so when you reach the ruins of Hrostford. The world seems to have been taken by Withros. It is days later that your men are ambushed and seperated by another army of death. You live the rest of your life wandering, searching for others. You never find them.

Player: Fight
DM: "Chaaaarge!" you cry. The dwarves follow you into an epic battle, but one that leads with the death of all of them. You distract them long enough for the defenders on the wall to evacuate most of the civilians. They struggle to survive whilst avoiding the Witheron Knight patrols.

Player: No.(I hate moglins. Especially blue ones that give me quests)
DM: Yeah, screw moglins, you don't need help. You can probably take down the chaos lords with one hit. Stupid little moglin would probably be more of a hindrance than help anyway... Hang on, where in the name of this game are you?

Player: Transform into a commercial fishing vessel, killing Santa Claus instantaneously.
DM: You become a 126 foot long commercial fishing boat. Santa Claus and and whoever else was nearby that you never got to meet because you transformed into a commercial fishing boat are now dead. My dad's back will still hurt when he joins God in heaven because he was never able to solve his back pain while he was on earth. Christmas is illegal for all time.Meanwhile, my dad's back remains too sore for him to take down his christmas tree. The christmas tree eventually turns into thousands of loose pine needles which cover his living room floor. The pine needles hurt when my dad steps on them, preventing my dad from walking around the house. Each pine needle grows into a christmas tree and creates an indoor forest. This lowers the value of my dad's house to $0. My dad is forced to live in his indoor forest and can only eat pine needles for the rest of his life because the forest is too thick for him to leave and buy groceries. You definitely do not meet God in heaven.

Player: Scream: "I want my goddamned apple pie!"
DM: You scream. You yell at the store clerk because you're the customer and the customer is always right.The little man behind the counter pulls out a shotgun and blows off your arm.You're no longer angry, now all you feel is pain as you bleed out."How d'ya like them apples?" the store clerk asks, shooting you again, this time in the stomach.
Player: Scream: "I don't like them apples!"
DM: You yell that you don't like them apples, kicking the guy's shotgun out of his hands. You stand up and endure the pain as you punch the man in the nose.The chickens burst in and start clucking and clucking."HOW D'YA LIKE THEM CLUCKING?"Asks the man as he falls to his certain death.A huge pit opens up and all the chickens start falling in, clucking.You eventually lose your balance and fall into the darkness.You fall and you hear clucking. Some chickens are trying to fly.Stupid chickens, they can't fly.You fall and break all your bones.This is the most painful thing you've ever experienced.
DM: You wake up covered by a thin layer of sweat. You try to recapitulate what just happened and remember your dream journal.You grab the pencil and write the word «chickens», for that is all you know that was in your dream. You also remember a lot of pain and blood, so you just write the word «gore» and underline it. This is all below the purple sky note from yesterday.You shiver and breathe deeply as you decide what to do next.
Player: Look online for a meaning
DM: You type the words and start to look for chickens in dreams. It's mostly just mumbo-jumbo so you, once again, discard the information. Useless information about chickens meaning guidance or food or who knows what.
Player: Go out and face the day
DM: You do a reality check before and after showering, you do one during breakfast and you do another one after stepping out.Once more, you find yourself looking at your hands and plugging your nose all day long. Nobody seems to notice it yet and you remember that you didn't check reality whilst dreaming last night.You knew it might take you some time to start having lucid dreams, but you can't help feeling disappointed. You're still not feeling well rested, but at least you have nothing to do tomorrow.The day goes by and you definitely want some alcohol now.
Player: Just buy some beer and go home
DM: Would it be too obvious if I ended the story with a weird death?I mean, I have been writing a lot and I've already written all the important endings...A sudden death would obviously mean that it was a rushed ending. And that's desperate.So why don't you just take away the other options? Well, because that wouldn't make it fun.But it is also not fun to read fourth wall breaks and metafiction things.Isn't it?No.Well heck you. I'm doin' it.

Player: Examine Rosemary Smythe's Grave
DM: You stand over Rosemary Smythe's grave and read the inscription:Sacred to the Memory of Rosemary Sidney-Smythe, born on Han Island, 6 June 1940, Perished in a Fire on Han Island, 1 April 1950.You consider the grave thoughtfully: you can't help but feel like something is missing from the cemetery.
Player: Go into the hotel
DM: You walk into the hotel. A reception desk faces you behind which is a smiling lady."Can I help you?" she asks. You pause, suddenly realizing you have no idea why you are here."No, no thank you," you tell her awkwardly and scamper back out.

DM: +2 "Hmm, maybe you should start eating other types of vegetables such green leafy vegetables?" Taevy looked at you in confusion. "What is the difference? Isn't tapioca considered a type of vegetables too?" By now, both of you had reached your home and you sat down on the your front steps with her. "Yes tapioca is a type of vegetables from the tuber group. Tuber vegetables provides mainly carbohydrates. You should include more dark green leafy vegetables such as spinach and kangkong." "Why?" asked Taevy. "Dark green leafy vegetables such as spinach and kangkong is a source of an important mineral called iron. Iron will be able to provides resistance to diseases and prevents us from being tired easily." "Also, these types of vegetables are considered to be quite cheap and can easily be found as compared to meat." Taevy agreed at this new-found information and both of you of decided to cooked stir-fried spinach for dinner tomorrow. As both of you continue talking, your little brother came in complaining about having trouble with his bowel movements.
Player: You ignore him and continue talking to your friend.

Player: The Docks
DM: "We must go to the docks at once," you tell Hrongeir. "It is our best chance of escaping Thragnazil unscathed."The King nods his head. "I agree. Just let me get a servant to carry the mead and we'll be off." He calls out the name 'Frorak' and a dwarf, even shorter than most, appears from a corner and grabs the mead under his arm. He follows you out of the door.The docks are even more chaotic than you had feared, with commonfolk running to and fro in a panic. Two boats are on fire, though you wonder why people would burn them in a situation such as this. A man wearing black robes is preaching to a small crowd of assembled dwarves about Withros.As you, the King, and Frorak get onto a large boat, a dwarf grabs Frorak by the shoulder and pulls him into the crowd."Run, my lord!" he yells. You contemplate going back for him, but feel sick to your stomach as a monstrous abomination smashes the main gate and Witheron Knights begin pouring in. There may not be enough time, as the docks are only five blocks from the gate, and you need as much distance from them as possible to escape.
Player: Go back for Frorak
DM: "I won't leave you, Frorak!" you cry. You jump down onto the dock and threaten his attackers with your sword. One of them jumps at you so you instinctively stick them with your sword. They fall down, wrenching the blade down with him. The others charge you, attempting to take the sword."Do you need help?" Frorak asks from the stairs to your boat.

DM: I'm in the hallway when I hear the noises. I need to find a place to hide, quick.
DM: After the noise from the life boat had faded, it had been quiet for a very long time. He'd gotten the power back on, even got the motor working again--though he still didn't know how to sail a yacht. He spent his time playing video games, eating sumptuous meals he would spend hours creating, drinking enough to try to forget all of them and their stupid, rich asshole faces.But it had been quiet.Until the transmission came.Help, it had said.He'd heard it squawking from the radio over the Sun Deck, but he was so drunk he didn't quite register it at first.HELP! it had insisted.He had stumbled up the stairs, fiddled with unhooking the radio, and then just stared at it in dumb silence.Help!
DM: I settle down behind the bar, and wait to hear if any more noises come up.They do. There are footsteps coming from the family room.
Player: Stay in hiding
DM: Please help...oh God. Please! Please....Eric, I know you must be there.He'd looked at the radio quizzically.Oh God Eric...you've got to help, you've got to...call for help. Someone's found us. At first we thought everything was fine, but then....oh God Eric...Joe and Tina are dead! Steve...Steve is dead. I've got myself barricaded in here and YOU'VE GOT TO CALL FOR HELP!"Her screams had risen to a peak and he could hear a dull thud that sounded as though someone were breaking through a door.Eric had shaken his head. He was so drunk he couldn't even figure out how to work a radio. Deep in his mind he knew he needed to do something, but all he could picture was their smirking faces as they had paddled away, leaving him to the boat to be alone. After a while the sounds coming from the radio had stopped.
DM: I stay hidden except to peek around the bar, to see that my quarry is a youngish, college-aged man. Rumpled but seems like he might have the ability to be good-looking. Maybe.He goes up the stairs. Now is the time for surprise.I can't let him take the boat.I can't let him find the bodies.
Player: Follow him
DM: Eric got up to the Sun Deck and ran over to the side where the ladder was, leading down to the boat. He hadn't been able to take it earlier because of the damn rope-he was no boy scout and knew he'd need to the knife to cut through it. As he descended, the unwieldy paperweight and restraints fall to the side, into the rolling black water. After Marisa's last transmission, once he'd sobered up enough to realize what had happened, Eric had spent nearly a week paralyzed with fear and second-guessing. By the time he had finally gotten control of himself, he'd realized that there's no way the killer and his boat would still be in the same location. Even if he'd known where that location was. Calling for help would be useless.The guilt and self-loathing cycle was never-ending. He'd done the unthinkable-he'd stood idly to the side while his friends were murdered. He'd never see them again, and it was the worst feeling he'd ever known.After a couple weeks alone, he'd started scrubbing every square inch of the boat.Except for the Jacuzzi. It was the last place he'd been close to Marisa, that night.He wouldn't go in it again.

Player: Tell about Marsh Urban
DM: I highly doubt that he would have killed your family. He is my one of the best friend and he works for me. But if you want to know about him let's listen. He is a regular guy and takes decisions very carefully and lives near to north of this bar. But if you ever tried of killing him be sure that, from that day you will be unknown to me.I got his name in the list so if he is included in the killing of my family then I would have no mercy for him and I don't care whether you talk to me or not after that.

Player: Rusty Key
DM: You tough it out, and keep walking. After some trudging, you are startled to realise that you cannot feel your foot! You look down and see that it is blue!Medical science is very minimal, back in those times, so to but a long story short, the infection infected your entire body, and you died.
Player: Uh-Oh!

DM: I screamed as all the lights turned on in the house. The radio blasted upstairs and the telephone rang and the doorbell buzzed all at the same time.Vida stood and looked around. I put my hands over my eyes.And suddenly it was silent again.When my heart stopped racing, I looked back up at Vida, who said, "You are very scared, aren't you?""Scared," I stuttered. "I'm horrified! What is going on? What are you? Am I dead?"Vida's eyes grew teary as she looked at me. She put out her hand to me, said, "You are very much alive, Miss Cynthia. And I am real. And I do believe that was your beloved."

DM: You tell yourself that it will not be able to destroy the gate, but you make a small noise when it shatters it. Rubble flies hundreds of feet away, and a few chunks land on buildings inside the walls.The forces of Withros use the distraction to overwhelm most of your men. Witheron Knights strike down Jorpangr next to you, and you barely have time to avoid a few more attacks.You know Thragnazil is lost now. Part of you wants to escape, but the other part wants to take out as many of the enemy as you can.
DM: Filled with guilt, you run away into the thick blizzard. You run for two days, resting very little. Soon you find that you are at Blizzard Pass, which leads into the areas of Stellaron claimed by Ankodar. Blizzard Pass itself is burned to the ground, and you find corpses of dwarves everywhere. There is only one dead Witheron Knight, surrounded by dead dwarves. You can't believe that you forgot about the small villages of Thragnazil.Soon, you reach Morgadil, and find it also destroyed. There are no survivors here either.Every city you go to is like this, even the great fortress Hrostford. You wander Bordevar, searching for other survivors, but as far as you know, you are the only person left alive. You die alone and starving.

Player: No
DM: "Go without me!" you yell, as the Witheron Knights approach quickly. They reach the mob of dwarves as the boat is obscured by fog, cutting down those around you. Without a weapon, you attempt to dodge their attacks. After doing this several times and almost making it to the gate, you are cut down by a Witheron battle-axe.

DM: Leech sighs and looks down at the ground."No, I don't know for sure," she says. "I could try a few guesses though. I do know that Mark is a manic-depressive, that he has had an infatuation - crush is too weak a word for it - on Sarah for the last six months. Last night's drinking and the time he spent with her might have pushed him over the edge if he felt she was leading him on, I think Sarah never really took him seriously enough. I am worried now that perhaps his self-inflicted injuries were worse than I thought, they certainly looked bad enough last night. Perhaps, perhaps, he might have bled out... but then why wouldn't Sarah have called for an ambulance? Unless she panicked..."Leech seems to hesitate for a moment before taking the plunge and continuing."I am also worried about Sarah. She was not very drunk last night and it is not like her at all to leave her handbag lying around on the corridor floor. I thought this morning that perhaps she might have gone to bed with Mark in his room or hers... but she wasn't interested in him in that way, in the way he was interested in her...perhaps if he was distraught she might have done something with him because she's a very sympathetic girl... I don't know. I don't think it is likely that anyone else in the house is in trouble, though everyone was pretty drunk last night. It would be unfair of me to guess anyway in case I am wrong and besides, you probably know better than I do what is happening here."She looks back up at you with just a hint of defiance.

DM: "Sammy, I will go get the fusebox and see what happened." You say."Yeah okay, and in the meantime I will get the whiskey." Sammy says."Alright."
Player: Fuse

DM: I agree to help him, reluctantly. Suddenly a ball of flames engulf my entire body, causing me to disappear. In an instant I appear on stage in a cloud of smoke, thousands of people cheering. A guitar rests next to me on a stand, it's wooden finish glistening in the lights from the stage. I stare out into the audience, who begin chanting the word "play" to me. I walk over to the guitar and pick it up from its pedestal. In a few seconds, I begin to play, performing the most incredible solo man has never experienced. They scream and cheer as I play, swaying with the rhythm of the acoustic guitar. They begin screaming louder, "Keep playing!" I continued playing at their request, playing every song I had knowledge of and improvised when I ran out. It went on for hours, but they just kept screaming for me to play on.
Player: The Door
DM: I walk into an empty room, and I see an elevator. I immediately run to it and choose the top floor. To my suprise, it takes me back up to his office! I look around to make sure no one is there. Right as I head out to leave, I hear footsteps.
Player: Make a Run For It
DM: I'm sick of sitting around here, and I want out. I kick the door open and run through the hallways. Lucifer is standing right outside! He looks at me to say something, and I kick him in the stomach and keep running. I ran out the front door and down the street as fast as I could until I was at least a mile away. I fell against a wall to rest and catch my breath. This is insane. Am I dreaming? How did any of this even happen? As I began to walk home, I looked around me, anxious that he might come at any time to take me back to that dreaful place. I suddenly get the strange feeling that I'm falling, and try to regain my balance I abruptly wake up in my bedroom. Turns out I was dreaming the whole time. However, I look on my arms, and I still gave the burn marks! What's going on? It's the weekend, so I get up to go shower and go for a walk. I walk down the cold streets, and everything seems to be going normal, until I feel a stare. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I feel like I should do something.
Player: Start to Run
DM: Not taking any chances, I start sprinting. I turn around while running, and it turns out to be a cop, and now he's chasing me. Great. I turn the corner and I see an empty alley and an unattended bike.

Player: Southeast
DM: You trot along the path, bathed in the warm glow of the sun. The island narrows as you near its center and you find yourself walking along a path with a beach on one side and a hill on the other. A short distance to your right are some collapsed and broken rocky caves. A sign nearby reads KAMIKAZE CAVES. The path continues on to the northwest and southeast, the southeast path is signposted "To Lo So Shing Village".

DM: The trees thin out and fade away altogether as you find yourself in a marsh with few patches of dry land grouped around mangrove trees. The going is difficult and mosquitoes and flies buzz incessantly around you and your men as you struggle through knee deep water. Your men's mood turns sour as they slip and stumble on the slippery ground and slap constantly at the flies. To the south the bog gives way to tropical jungle but to the west it stretches on.Which way do you go?
Player: West further into the marsh
DM: It is ridiculously hard going making any progress through the swamp, the swarms of mosquitoes and slippery and in places deep water make going difficult. You and all your companions are bitten many times and are irritated and short-tempered after another three days of this. At night it is cold and foul-smelling in the swamp, robbing you of sleep. After three days you ascend a rare hillock and are relieved to see that to the southwest the ground gets flatter and less wet but to the west it continue as swampy as ever.Which direction do you travel?
Player: Southwest towards flatter ground
Player: Order your explorers to swim across
DM: Your men strip to their waists and holding their packs over their head begin to enter the water. You have barely started to cross the water when first one and then another of your men give a little yelp of pain. "Something bit me" one calls out and blood begins to mist into the water. You catch a glimpse of silvery shapes flitting through the water individually before being followed by a whole school of the little fish. Then the screaming begins."Piranha" the cry goes up and filled with terror you and your fellow explorers splash and struggle as fast as you can out of the water. All of the explorers, including you, are bitten at least several times by the tiny teeth and some a lot more. You see first one man and then another sink beneath the water which turns red with blood. Three of your party never make it out of the water and their bones are stripped clean by the tiny teeth on the river's bottom. Shaken but alive you consider your next step.Subtract 3 from your Explorers.Which direction do you go?
Player: South down the river
DM: Trekking in the vicinity of the Frontier River after three days you are relieved to find signs of human activity. Downstream you sight a rough wooden bridge which has been made out of hewn tree trunks and nearby a makeshift signpost pointing west reads Log Fort 10 miles. Gladdened by these signs of Donovan's earlier expedition you lead your men gingerly across the bridge and follow the sign to the west.

Player: Employee Door
DM: There's nothing here except for an extremely large door with a card slot.
Player: Fourth Floor
DM: You go up to the fourth floor. You look to the left and to the right for the artsy store, but you can't seem to find it until you look up. There, you see a rope. You pull on it and a ladder slides down. You climb up the ladder wondering who in the world made this place.

Player: Try to find a research partner in the cohort.
DM: MORALE -10!Everyone else in the cohort has their own sites, and their own interests that don't really align with what you're passionate about. You feel like you could probably glom onto someone else's project, but you may not be able to contribute much.What should you do?
Player: Decide to conduct research on your own company.
Player: Conduct the project without involving them.

DM: Trekking through the jungle your men use machetes to hack a path through the thick vines and closely-growing trees. The jungle canopy stretching up over your head turns the sunlight green, strange animal cries fill the air and despite the heat and hard work spirits are generally good. That changes when without warning a fire hose drops from a tree right into the middle of your party and thrashes about wildly. After a few moments of shock you realise it isn't a fire hose but an enormous black snake and it is trying to bite your men.What do you do?
Player: Order your men to hack it to death with their machetes
Player: Northwest towards the river

Player: Ask Bowers if he can shed any light on the whereabouts of the missing Ralph Lee, Mark Potter or Sarah Price
Player: Ask him what he believes has happened here

DM: "Nothing? After everything you've done?" Daddy scoffs and grips onto your face, his nails grating across your dirty skin. "I d o n ' t t h i n k s o.""No! Please, no!" You cry as he grabs onto you and flips you around. Instead of allowing him to do anything, you lash out with your legs and kick him right between the legs. Daddy doubles over cursing and screams in rage. Your eyes go wide as you try to scramble away only to have Daddy latch onto your leg and drag you back to him."Little bitch," He growls before slamming your head twice into the concrete ground and your vision goes black.When you wake up, you hear a new voice bouncing off the cement. A younger voice than yours. You shoot up, everything below your lower abdomen burning with pain, and peek through the bars as best you can.
Player: A New Friend
DM: You are barely able to see the back of Daddy's head. He is hunched over by the entrance to the room he calls outside, but you can't quite see who he is whispering to. Every few moments or so, when Daddy gets real intense, you hear a fresh whimper emit from the other person. His arms move up and down in a slow manner, erecting memories of how he sometimes talks to you in a real low voice and caresses your arms with his meaty hands. You back away from the bars and press your lips together, not wanting to make a sound and bring attention back to you. Daddy turns to face you anyway, a horrid smile on his face, as he pushes a girl who looks exactly like you toward the cage."Maybe this one will appreciate my gifts more," His smile never leaves his face but his eyes are dead, "At least she'll be good company for a little while.." You grimace slightly as he throws open the cage door, his mouth watering. Daddy looks between the two of you before turning and inching his ways up the stairs.Quaking and shaking next to you, the new girl doesn't even look at you. Instead, she just focuses on muttering to herself and pretending that she's somewhere else. You remember having days like that. Those are only when Daddy gets rougher than normal.
Player: "Good luck."
DM: You don't even look at her, but you sense that she turns towards you so you continue to speak."You'll get used to it. Promise. At least you'll have someone to talk to," You feel a pang of jealousy for her starting off with someone. "Name's Tess, by the way.""Liz," She whispers back, trying not to have her voice break."How'd you get here?" You whisper back, curiousity winning out over respect."I was walking home from the bust stop and when I got home, he was on my doorstep in a cop uniform. He told me I had to come with him to identify my parents' bodies... I.." She clutched her arms and resumed rocking. "I got into his police car.""So where were your parents?""I don't know," She cried, "How could I possibly know?""I was just asking.. what was school like?" You look over at her for the first time and her eyes are two balls of fire directed at you. "I.. I've never been."Liz didn't respond but rather buried her face into her knees and resumed crying. You inch your way towards her but instead just sit awkwardly next to her. When Daddy comes and gazes at the two of you, you shrug up at him and he narrows his eyes before swinging the cage door wise open."Come on. Let's go. Both of ya." There is nothing in his eyes. Liz just continues rocking back and forth as you get up to leave and you know that this would end poorly for both of you if she kept this up."LIz, c'mon. Don't make this worse than it has to be..." You step towards her but she just flinches away from you too. Daddy pushes past you and stands menacingly over her frail frame. He undoes his belt and begins to slide it off.You can't help but...
Player: Watch
DM: She isn't a survivor. It's mercy to just let her die here. At least she won't suffer in the same ways you have. Daddy's belt moves quick. The metal smacks into the side of Liz's head and makes her completely fall onto her side and curl up in the fetal position. With each blow, Daddy looks to you and says something."This is what happens," He breathes heavily, "If you don't fuckin' listen Tess."You nod solemnly."I know you don't appreciate me," Another strike, "But you'll learn to. Maybe not now, but you will."You swallow the growing lump in your throat, suppressing the urge to stop him."I really do love you," He lashes out with the belt at Liz's unmoving body, "I don't know why."You muster up the closest thing you can to a smile."You've just.. won my heart, I suppose," Daddy slashes Liz's unmoving body one last time before turning to you with a fucked up smile, "And that's the best prize of all."You know that you had to do this to Liz. Let her die. It's the best fate here. To be... Condemned. (Ending 16)

DM: "Alright that's it," you tell Habib and she terminates the interviews."What happens now?" Williamson asks.Habib glances at you and is considering her reply when there is a knock on the van door. Habib opens it to reveal a policeman standing outside with two nervous looking young ladies. One is pale-faced and slender with fair hair and very pronounced cheek bones set into a long oval-shaped face while the other is shorter and rounder with brown hair and looking even paler than her companion. Williamson and Thorpe call out "Amy" to the first girl and "Char" to the second."Charlotte Costello and Amy Leech, Rooms 1 and 5," the policeman introduces them. "Turned up at the cordon line just now, said they went into town earlier this morning for a coffee and came back just now. I haven't told them what's going on yet.""Thankyou Constable," Habib tells the officer. "Boys, would you be good enough to go with Constable Gladstone to a Squad Car while we interview your housemates?"Thorpe and Williamson clamber out of the van and head off with the officer while Costello and Leech take their places. Both girls are very confused and neither you nor Habib enlighten them, telling them only there has been a serious incident in their home. The tape recorder is produced again and the interviews resume. With four of the eight residents of House 66 accounted for you feel more confident that you are making progress towards identifying both the victim in the Maintenance Room and that individual's possible attacker or attackers."Who do you want to interview first?" Habib asks you after announcing the preliminaries into the tape recorder.

DM: You have named the jet ski "Bingle Hambone". It revs its engine as a sign of respect.
Player: Board the jet ski.
Player: Panic and thrust the jet ski into reverse to follow the geese instead.
Player: Splash your face with cold water and know your limits
Player: Get too anxious and crash before you finish building
DM: You drink too much coffee and wander back through the cave's entrance without saying anything. You try to make your exit casual but since it's only you and the yeti in the cave he immediately notices and the whole situation feels pretty weird. It seems like the yeti is too anxious to acknowledge that he knows you left and keeps saying things like "this swole goddamn boat is gonna look so tight driving up that moat when I get this done" and "goddamn this is a fucking tight ass boat" to himself over and over again. Even though it's freezing cold outside you're sweating really bad and you keep feeling like there's someone behind you but you keep turning around and no one's there. You briefly wonder whether you should've gone to music school or if being a data analyst would be a fulfilling career but then realize you're not going to be able to remember your way back home unless you really pay attention and forget what you were thinking about. You make it back to my dad's house in time for Christmas but do not meet God in heaven.

Player: Too spooky, take me back.
Player: Fold the paper scroll into a basket and attempt to balance something else on your head.
Player: Scream the lyrics to "The Boys Are Back In Town" by Thin Lizzy until all of the other walruses are staring at you.
Player: Take it down a notch

Player: "I do not wish to build a boat with you"
DM: "Alright", says the yeti. "You can still have a little bit of this coffee just because I made too much of it and I'm gonna be too anxious to build the boat if I drink it all, but you gotta get out of here once you have that sip".
Player: Have one hit of espresso drenched coffee and get the hell out of here
DM: Further North stands a factory with a big sign labeled "Santa's Workshop". To the east you can see a pack of humanoid walrus like creatures huddled in a circle, staring at something. To the west lies a large cave where a yeti lives whose boat you refused to help build.

DM: You walk over to the object and pick it up. You see that it is Samuel's chain necklace. You see blood on the floor there are blood tracks leading to the other Cabin but the police are in the opposite.
Player: You need to get to the police
DM: You make a mad dash for the west side where the police are waiting. You find multiple bodies on the way. You see blue and red lights flashing in the fog. You run into the fog. Right as you step into the fog a figure steps out. The killer is blocking your way.
Player: Punch him
DM: You decide to end him. He makes a move and swings the machete, you easily sidestep it. Right as he stumbles you make your move. You hear and feel the impact of the punch. The punch is so hard it even hurts your hand. The killer gets up and looks unharmed. You punch it again and again and again over and over untill your fists ache. It looks unharmed. You yell out a loud scream of anger and bellowed with rage. You can't fight anymore but you need to for your friends, and for Sammy. You let out a swing the biggest one you have ever done. Right as you is about ot hit it, the killer grabs your hands and bends them. You scream. The murderer drags you to a cable post. It lifts you up and holds you by the legs. The killer slams you into the pole. You scream but no sound comes out. It slams you again and again and again over and over like you did to him but unlike you, this killed the target. Death:Slammed

DM: I walk around enjoying the atmosphere. Carnivals always have wonderful atmospheres. Children are running around with joyous smiles on their faces, the smells of popcorn and fried food loft through the air, electronic sounds of rides blast throughout the entire park, and the warm summer sun is touching my neck.However, I would not mind if the rides disappeared. Why? It is because..."Hey Ethan, do you want to ride on a roller coaster now?""For the seven-trillionth time, no. I will not, Ginny.""Oh come on, It'll be fun!""Yes, it would be very fun for you. You probably will be hysterically laughing. I, on the other hand, will be having a miserable time.""Please... I promise that I would never ask you about it again.""You said that last year as well.""I don't remember it that way.""Ug, fine. But, I will ch-"It would have been wonderful if I could have finished my sentence, but alas, it could not be. I am instead being dragged to most likely the most insane contraption in this park.Why am I letting her do this? She is two years younger than me, and I am one of the tougher Juniors in school. Though, I do not want to hurt her feelings. I feel so sickened when that happens, but I cannot figure out why. I do not feel that way with any of my other friends.Well, what are you going to do, Ethan?
Player: How bad can it be?
DM: I will just get it over with. Perhaps I could make her sign a contract legally stating that she agreed to never drag me on one of these wild machines again... That is a good idea.Then, I see it.My head looks high into the sky. This monstrosity is touching the heavens above... I have to stop this from happening."Ginny, we should not...""Thank you so much for coming with me!"I cannot. Even as we walk through the line, I do not flee. I also do not say anything, but that is because my mouth has become too dry to speak. Well, I could speak, but it would probably be trembling. Did I mention how I hate roller coaster? Well, I do hate roller coasters."It looks like we are about to get on The Widower."I merely nod."Are you going to scream like last time?"I muster up enough strength to say, "I did not scream.""Uh, yes, you did.""It... it was more like a... yelp of surprise.""Do yelps last more than two minutes?"..."You screamed. Case closed."The line moves forward again, and unfortunately we take our seats. They are second to the back... Maybe the ride will break so I would not have to ride it. But... but perhaps it would break when I am riding. Then, I would die.I begin sweating even more. My breathing almost becomes hyperventilation. My heartbeat rises to an intense level."Hey bro, are you okay?"
Player: I am fine. (Lie)
DM: "Nah, I am fine.""Okay..." She smirks.The teens operating the ride say those common since things like "Do not reach out of the ride", "Do not barf on the ride", "Do not jump out of the cars", and "Have fun!"We are suddenly towed forwards and up to the tope one of the highest points in the carnival. After that, my mind sort of blanks.However, I do know that I scream the entire time. The next thing that I remember is Ginny laughing out, "You were hilarious! You screamed louder than those girls!""Never again, Ginny.""Alright, fine. Be a chicken."I was right. I never rode on another roller coaster again. In fact, I never went to another carnival again.
Player: You should not lie.
DM: Well, I have not spoken to Ginny for years now. I occasionally think of our moments like these, for times were simpler and happier back then. We grew up faster than we could imagine and parted ways. I think she is working at an office job. It must bore her so much... Oh well, so does my job.I look up for a moment to check on the drunk guy, though he is still trying to pick out a bottle.I work at a gas station. It has highs and lows. This is one of the lows... along with my wages. I drift back to my childhood. Back then, my future looked bright.I cannot help but wonder, could things have been different?

DM: "Umm, I am... a little scared.""What?! You are...""Yes.""Hey, it's okay. We can get off if you want.""I do."It is too late. The Widower has started. We are pulled by a flimsy chain to the first hill. I begin to freak-out."Ethan, we'll be fine."She puts her hand on mine. I do not because I am desperately clutching the seat belts.We gow down the hill, and I feel horrible. My entire body feels like it sinks; I become squashed when we reach the bottom. I feel better as we climb another hill. I look over at Ginny and force a smile. She smiles back. Then, we plunge down another hill.The process repeats dozens of times, but I never scream. I would not want to do it again, but the ride was not tortuous. In fact, I enjoyed having her hold my hand, though I would never tell her that.When the ride stops, I try to unbuckle; however, it is stuck. Ginny helps me get it off. I suppose she is more experienced with those things.As I stand to my feet, my legs are wobbly, but I force myself to get away from the ride.After getting far enough away from the ride, I turn my attention to Ginny and say, "Thank you for all of that... I mean it... But, can we do something I like now?""Sure."
Player: Go to the food.

DM: You join the others in running towards the back window - as you do you hear a voice yell "Police! Stop!" John fires a burst of machine gun bullets out of the window and jumps back as a lawman outside fires three blasts from a shotgun in return. Glancing cautiously outside John sees the coast is clear and one by one you all quickly jump out of the window. Landing on a pile of snow you race through the trees, down a flight of steps that lead down to a beach on the edge of a Lake.There the party splits: John, Red and Homer run right while Tommy runs left. You need to decide who to follow.
Player: Run right after John, Red and Homer
DM: You follow John, Red and Homer and race down the beach and through trees before reaching a house where you force the owner to surrender the keys of his car. Driving through the night you head south towards St Paul - the next morning you are just approaching St Paul when suddenly men in a car behind you open fire on your car with machine guns, missing. They are police who recognized your car from stolen car reports.Homer is at the wheel and immediately guns down the accelerator while John leans out of a side window and fires back at the car of the lawmen with a machine gun. You are sitting in the other passenger seat while Red is in the middle seat, John yells for you to lean out of the window and fire at the lawmen as well.
Player: Lean out of the other window and fire at them too.
DM: You smash out your window, lean out and fire with your pistol at the pursuing police car. Suddenly Red yells, a bullet has passed through the car and hit him in the back. Homer manages to lose the cops after a curve by pulling right down a road, braking and waiting for the lawmen to shoot past and then reversing back out onto the road and driving back the way you came.You seek assistance from fellow criminals in St Paul but there is nothing you can do for Red: his wound is mortal. For three days he lingers in great agony before dying from his wound: you, John and Homer bury your friend in an unmarked grave. Sadness and anger in your hearts you reunite with Tommy in St Paul (there is no sign of Jimmy although he definitely escaped Little Bohemia Lodge, killing an FBI Agent in the process) and plan another bank robbery.
Player: Let Homer deal with him
DM: Homer raises his machine gun and fires a single shot, hitting the policeman in the chest. He staggers back out of the bank's doors. John is soon finished and the pair of you sprint out of the bank and into the car, which Tommy has parked just outside. Roaring out of town you find you have stolen $17,000, of which your share is $4,200.You all talk and decide it would be a good idea to split up again, you still have no idea where Jimmy is and you are all the most wanted men in the country. John and Homer have the bright idea of buying a truck in Chicago and living in the back of that while Tommy plans to go to lie low in little towns in Iowa. You need to choose who to accompany.

Player: Eat Anyway
DM: Hey, I am not hungry. Now make another choice.
Player: Go back. Pay more attention next time.

Player: +1 Strength
DM: You may now choose your stats. Each stat has a maximum of 10, and affect skill checks. Points remining = 29Your stats = Strength = 1 Agility = 0 Charisma = 0 Kindness = 0 Perception = 0 Intelligence = 0 Physical traitsStrength - Measures your physical strength. This is good for characters who want to focus both on skills that involve manual labour, or those who wish to focus on melee combat. Agility - Measures your reflexes, and your ability to very quickly respond to events. Ideal for sneaky builds, or those that rely on speed for combat rather than brute strength. This is good for characters who want to be quick, and is also useful for general combat skills.Social TraitsCharisma - Measures your ability to convince ponies, as well as other races that use language. This is good for characters who wish to speak their way through problems, and can be used in Kindness - Measures your ability to connect with animals, as well as children. This is good for characters who want to spend time with natureIntelligence traitsPerception - Measures your ability to see things in the world that others might miss. Good for characters who want to solve problems by noticing small details.Intelligence - Measures your wisdom, knowledge and deductive abilities. This is good for characters who wish to discover, as well as those who specialize in problem solving. This is highly recommended for unicorn characters who wish to heavily spec into magic
Player: +1 Intelligence
DM: You may now choose your stats. Each stat has a maximum of 10, and affect skill checks. Points remining = 29Your stats = Strength = 0 Agility = 0 Charisma = 0 Kindness = 0 Perception = 0 Intelligence = 1 Physical traitsStrength - Measures your physical strength. This is good for characters who want to focus both on skills that involve manual labour, or those who wish to focus on melee combat. Agility - Measures your reflexes, and your ability to very quickly respond to events. Ideal for sneaky builds, or those that rely on speed for combat rather than brute strength. This is good for characters who want to be quick, and is also useful for general combat skills.Social TraitsCharisma - Measures your ability to convince ponies, as well as other races that use language. This is good for characters who wish to speak their way through problems, and can be used in Kindness - Measures your ability to connect with animals, as well as children. This is good for characters who want to spend time with natureIntelligence traitsPerception - Measures your ability to see things in the world that others might miss. Good for characters who want to solve problems by noticing small details.Intelligence - Measures your wisdom, knowledge and deductive abilities. This is good for characters who wish to discover, as well as those who specialize in problem solving. This is highly recommended for unicorn characters who wish to heavily spec into magic

Player: Ask her what her son was like
DM: Emotions seem to swell inside Mary as she answers."Oh, Gabriel was such a sensitive and sweet boy," she tells you quietly. "I used to call him Angel because he was so handsome and kind. He was so clever too, always reading and so gentle he used tissues as bookmarks so there was no chance he would disfigure the books! He was a happy boy as well; always looking forward to something or seeing the best in people. He would never have killed himself, never! Someone stole those drugs, put them in his wine and after he drank it drowned they drowned my son. I don't know why anyone would kill such a beautiful person - he never did any harm to anyone."Mary tails off and stares into the distance leaving you to think of another question.

DM: "It is a gift... for you. I think that you would like it."I hand her the necklace. Her face flushes into a slight red."I don't wear jewelry. You shouldn't have bought it.""You do not have to wear it. Plus, I got it for free.""What am I supposed to do with this anyway?""You could keep it in your room... It could be a memento of us. That way, you could..." I think for a moment to somehow tie in the word "Forever" into this. "You could always remember our times together... forever.""Ethan, I uh... Thanks. But, in order for me to keep this..." Her demeanor changes into her normal self instead of blushing. "You will have to go on The Widower."What?! That sneaky girl... Well, I do want her to keep it sooo..."Fine."
Player: Go to The Widower.
DM: We walk to The Widower while I try to convince myself that I will like it this time."Ethan, did you know that the carnival will skip our town next year?""No, how did you learn that?""I read it in the newspaper.""I thought paperboys are supposed to deliver them instead of read them." Ginny understands my playful tone. She hates being called a paperboy."Well, I do deliver them; however, this PAPERGIRL reads the one or two extra papers.""Okay, fine."Eventually, we get on the ride. I feel more relaxed than last time, but I still do not want to do this. I am silent as we are pulled up the first hill."Hey, put your arms it. It'll make it more fun."No, I will not do something so crazy...
Player: Play it safe.
DM: I will play it safe.As we lurch down the first hill, I realize that this will be horrible. I close my eyes and wait for it to stop.It eventually does. I get off being sure to complain as much as possible making Ginny fairly annoyed.After a couple of hours, we leave the fair and walk to our homes together. When we arrive, I say goodbye to Ginny and walk next door to my own house.I hope we remain friends forever, but that is not the case. I mostly lose contact with her after I move to a faraway college. All things--our hopes, dreams, and relationships--must come to an end eventually.
Player: All things must end.
DM: I shake my head waking myself from my daydream. I occasionally think of our moments like these, for times were simpler and happier back then. We grew up faster than we could imagine and eventually went of to different colleges.I normally do not daydream like this, but I met Ginny at a class reunion the other day. She just finished going through a nasty divorce, and now calls herself by her proper name--Virginia. She recently got a new job as a park ranger and is quite happy with it...I look up for a moment to check on the drunk guy, though he is still sitting in his cell. These night shifts become quite boring.I work at a police station in an extremely small town. It has highs and lows. This is one of the lows... I got stuck with guarding this dude until Bill comes in the morning. I drift back to my childhood. Back then, my future looked bright. Now, it is... boring.I cannot help but wonder, could things have been different between Ginny and I?

DM: I answer her by saying, "I can... we can decide when we are older."I can see her delight with my answer even though she tries not to show it."Th...thank you."..."Ethan, can we go on a roller coaster together?""You signed the contract, no.""Please." She gives a sweet smile and clutches my hand tightly. I know what she is trying to do; I will not be tricked."Sure." Never mind. It worked.
Player: Go to The Widower
Player: Do it.
DM: I might as well impress her. I raise both of my arms into the air and confidently grin at my friend.We go down the first drop, and my arms instinctively lower. I force them back into the air. They will not go down. I will not allow it.What? Did the ride just stop?I see Ginny unbuckling. I look around and realize that it is over... That was sort of fun.I quickly unbuckle and follow Ginny. I am having a great time...
Player: Eventually, we have to leave.
DM: I look into the sky and see the sun setting in the distance."Ginny, I think it is time to go.""...Okay...""Is everything okay?""...Ummm..."We walk in silence for a minute; however, she speaks again as soon as we exit the carnival."Ethan, that might have been the last time we ever go to a carnival together."I never though of it that was before. We have always gone to the carnival whenever it comes to town..."Thank you for that happy comment.""Be serious, bro.""Well, at least we will have memories."Ginny stops in her tracks and shakes her before she continues, "I don't want to live in a memory, Ethan. Promise you won't either.""Er, I promise...""Also promise me that you will take me here at least one more time in the future.""I do not want to make a promise that I might not be able to keep.""Ethan, please... My time here is so fun, but it is only with you.""I... I will.""Thank you."She then hugs me. To others, this may seem normal, but Ginny never hugs people... not even her own family."Ginny.""Yes?""I promise. Distance may separate us, but you will never leave my heart." Wow... she will ridicule me for saying that."Same here, bro."We both grin.

DM: The book Potions for the Modern Witch fell from the shelf above and crashed onto my head.I cursed aloud but it finally pulled me from my self loathing. Like a firm slap from you, Zita, stood me straight and I stumbled to my feet.It landed on page thirty-or-so. The title of the page reading, "Love Potions."I thought that was just peachy because now I had not a soul to give a love potion.But you wouldn't have needed one anyway, Zita. You were heads over heels for me. Postitively mad for me. Absolutely love-stricken when you looked at me.I remember you teasing my leg with your shoe, dancing up my skirts like a minx, beneath the dinner table as we sat beside your parents and Murdock. You had no sense when you were with me.But that was swell, because I had no sense when I was with you either.. . .You were mad about me, isn't that correct, Zita?I sighed, let the book lay where it landed, as if that was the way of the universe. I thought nothing of the strange physics of the day and finally, finally, pulled myself from my dim bedroom and my bed that now seemed so cold without you.
Player: Pull open the curtains
DM: The shutters rattled in the kitchen, ushered me to close them.But I thought it was peculiar because I always shut the windows before I went to bed. Even my drunken self was keen enough to close the windows to reduce the risk of unwanted visitors.But there they were, the kitchen windows wide open. And the curtains flittered in a heavy wind that was uncommon to Blackwood.And I was also sure the curtains had been closed. But now they were drawn back and tied up.The strings that kept the curtains drawn were tied like little nooses.It would have been almost cute had it not been exceptionally terrifying.I thought perhaps I had indeed recieved an unwanted visitor, and now he played with me, sent me tiny signs that my own demise was near.I shut and locked the windows, pulled the curtains free from their nooses.I thought about you, Zita, and what had happened when they pulled you free from your noose.I never thought you'd know how to tie one. And yet they pulled you from one. Your delicate neck bruised and blistered. Your face purple and swelled.My hands shook as I pressed myself against the cupboard, slipped down to the ground and gazed at the windows.

Player: Pet Shoppe
DM: You enter the pet shoppe, and see all sorts of pets. You introduce yourself to Aria, the shop owner. 'Welcome to my shop! We are just opening... Again!' 'Again?' You ask. 'Don't ask,' says Aria,' Oh, maybe you can help me out. My delivery of hay from the Farm is late, and all the pets in the store are getting hungry... I'd go there myself, but the last time I left these guys alone, they wandered into town and it took me DAYS to round them all up again. I'm not sure where you can find my hay, but the scarecrows at the farm seem to be full of it.' Have you helped Twilly out?
Player: Yes I have helped Twilly!!
DM: You realise that you have some left over hay from helping Twilly! You give them to Aria, who thanks you profusely.
Player: Back to Batteon
Player: Ye Olde Inn
DM: (Now, I'm going to assume that being the good player you are, you explored every part of town, and got all the companions before heading to the inn, so if you have no idea what I'm talking about later, you only have yourself to blame!) You head to the inn, and see Ballyhoo and Valencia lounging about near the fireplace, while Zorbak and Twilly are talking to each other. Twilly looks like he is scolding Zorbak for something, while Zorbak looks unremorseful. You decide to head over to the counter and find out more about the inn. 'Greetings, Adventurer, and welcome to my inn. Our town has sure been attracting a lot of visitors recently! If you find yourself in need of a place to stay while you visit, or wish to purchase some new items, then this is the place you want to be! I am Yulgar, owner of this inn.' (You are a little insulted, You are a HERO! Why does everyone insist on calling you adventurer?) You introduce yourself anyway, and asks Yulgar if there are rooms available. 'Of course there are! However... I need to see your gold before i give you your rooms. No offense, its just business. 501 gold a room and not a single gold less!' You kind of have not enough money to pay for a room(You only have 500 gold from Ballyhoo remember?), so you decide to:

DM: As the ringing footsteps grow louder, Harridan shoots out the lights. The plasma reacts with the ancient flourescent liquid, blowing out the glass and sending unknown substances splashing to the floor. Seemingly to spite you, the puddles of fluid burst into flame.Everything in the warehouse is metal, so nothing catches fire, but you don't get the complete darkness you were hoping for. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows as the first shapes come charging out of the far corridor. The Taktat troopers flood into the room in a tight formation, firing randomly over the containers.You see a shockwave grenade land behind you. It throws you forward, jarring your whole body (lose 2 health), but your suit absorbs the deadly blast. With a quick adjustment to your belt, you circulate fresh coolant around the suit's capillaries.You wish you had something more useful to use. Even a few old fragmentation grenades would have slowed them down a bit. Maybe they aren't wearing quality armour. But wishing won't help you here.
Player: Use a Rapidfire gun

DM: Cautiously you raise your hands into the air and step off the balcony. The two lawmen, armed with a machine gun and a shotgun, inside are surprised by your sudden appearance but you and John are swiftly taken into custody and transported to the local prison of Lima, Ohio where you are incarcerated and facing charges of bank robbery.Days later you are pleased to read how ten prisoners used the guns you and John smuggled in to escape Michigan State Pen, amongst them your friends Harry, Charles, Red and Russell. Both you and John are confident that they will be coming to bust you both out of prison and that you won't be in jail for long.
Player: Your friends return the favour
DM: You and John remain in prison for three weeks until one evening there is a knock on the door and three men enter. With a thrill of excitement you recognise your friends Harry, Charles and Red. The Sheriff, a kindly character called Jesse Sarber approaches them."What do you need?" he asks cheerfully."We're from Michigan City," Harry tells him. "We want to see John Dillinger.""Let me see your credentials," the Sheriff says."Here's out credentials," Harry replies, raises a pistol and shoots the Sheriff in the chest. Sarber falls to the ground, as he does his wife across the room screams."Give us the keys to the cells," Harry shouts at her and frightened she fetches the keys for him. You and John grin as Harry hurries over, unlocks the cell doors and lets you both out. As you hurry towards the door the Sheriff lies on the floor gasping."Oh men, why did you have to do this to me?" he moans. "My love, I believe I am going to have to leave you," he tells his wife. You and John exchange glances but say nothing, hurrying out of the door you reach a car where Russell is waiting to drive you all to safety. You and John are elated by the rescue and together you are all swiftly making plans for your next bank job.

Player: Start the Mission

Player: Kitchen time! Let's fill this shrunken belly.
DM: The kitchen is clean and orderly. You find your mouth watering uncontrollably and the promise of filling your stomach has made you giddy. Your eyes dart about the room. You notice a tiny table with food suspiciously laid out. Beyond the tiny table is a large refrigerating unit. You peek in an open cupboard and see various cooking containers, marked with years of use. A good bite to eat and long snooze might be exactly what you need! Where to start?
Player: Feeling thirsty... any eggish nog in that refrigerator unit?
DM: You open the refrigerator but cannot find the familiar staples. Where is the eggish nog? The bananbas? The gilch sticks? Rummaging thru the various drawers you lose faith in your ability to synch food looks to taste appeal. Were you looking at meats or vegetables? The fresh or the spoiled? It's a medley of the strange and you kick yourself for having not been more interested in the local diet. Upon giving up on finding something you know, you feel a release from the pressures to please yourself. This was survival, wasn't it? With this admission, the judge of norms within you steps aside, lifts the velvet rope surrounding your dignity, and lets your inner pig-demon loose. You begin to eat with abandon. Jars are opened, packages are torn, and there is much spillage. You eat your fill, or rather the limits to what you can stomach. Now that your basic appetite has been met, you strive to taste something more... agreeable. Your rational mind comes back online and your focus turns to the tiny table laden with more obvious choices of food?
Player: Back away from the refrigerator unit.
Player: Wait, a tiny table with treats?
DM: You walk over to the tiny table. It is just about the right size for you when you stand on your toes. Two chairs are pushed in at both sides. They look like they served creatures of your stature. There is food spread on the table that looks vaguely familiar. You inhale deeply and recognize the scent of foods you shared with your former protector aboard his space craft. If these are the foods you think they are, they're pumped full of preservatives and engineered for long stints of interstellar travel. There is no fear of them spoiling in your lifetime.
Player: Can I make a shelter here?
DM: "Could this tiny table be your shelter?" you think. The table cloth is long enough to keep you hidden and with enough rest and food you would be able recharge your strength. Whenever someone swept underneath, you could levitate yourself so they wouldn't see you. You see yourself growing very fond of the square foot or two allotted to you here. Looking up you admire the underside of the stout wee table. Towards the center are a string of words. You recognize the words as imperial slang etched into the wood. You don't capture the full meaning but you can understand enough to make you blush. Why were they written here? Will you ever find out?You also notice a large metal key. As with the imperial slang above you, you wonder if this key could come in handy.
Player: Hey, a key! Wasn't there a locked treasure chest I just about abandoned all hope of opening?

Player: SW
Player: NE

Player: Go north
Player: Explore the ruins

DM: Eh, I can stall a little before we go on The Widower.I say, "How about we go on the Barf-A-Ton?""Yes, it probably would be our only chance. I think they are going to shut it down soon because people continously hurl on it."We walk over to the ride; however, I see that it is closed. A whole bunch of very unhappy workers are cleaning up an inhuman amount of vomit off of the ride."Well Ethan, I can say that we won't be getting on that any time soon. What should we do now?"
Player: Say that she is beautiful.
DM: I have the urge to tell her the truth. I think she is the most beautiful person I ever saw... No, this is not the right time... not yet.
Player: How about we go on the Barf-A-Ton?
Player: You can decide, Ginny.
DM: "You can decide, Ginny""Well... Would you want to go on The Widower?""Sure, roller coasters have grown on me. I now love them.""Great, let's go!"We both run like children to The Widower. Things are working out even better than I expected.After a few minutes, we both have our arms high up in the air as the ride swooshes up and down hills. I actually end up laughing most of the time, but my joy does not come from the ride. It instead comes from being next to my dearest friend that I ever had... I never want to leave her again.When we get off the ride, we are both ecstatic.As we walk away from the ride, Ginny asks me, "What do you want to do now?"..."Hey, are you listening to me?""Oh, sorry..." Where is that bench? I have everything planned out... Okay, I see the tent where they are at. Ah, there is the bench just to the left of the tent. "Hey, let's sit down for a moment to... discuss what we do next." Arg, I should have said that better.Ginny playfully asks, "Okay, you aren't tired from that little ride now, right?""No."

Player: $50 gift card per teacher - that'll be $300 total.
DM: PERSONAL EXPENSES +$150!You get 3 responses. I guess $50 isn't that meaningful for the teachers compared to their time. You schedule times to travel to the sites to interview the teachers and get them going with the survey tools for their students.Suddenly, you're called into your co-founder's office.
Player: Go talk to Linda.
DM: You describe the situation to Linda, who gives you some good perspective. "Obviously this wasn't how you planned it, but life is unpredictable."She suggests that for your report you expand your literature synthesis, and include ample reflections about the project and descriptions of what happened. MORALE +20!While you really wanted to have amazing results and findings, you are still contented by the knowledge that you learned a lot about Action Research and yourself during the process. And you learned where not to conduct research in the future...THE END.

Player: Ask Leech if she knows what has happened in House 66

DM: Raising your pistol you fire several shots through the window: the cop is hit four times and falls to the ground. Jimmy laughs. Moments later John and Homer are finished in the vault and hurrying outside surrounded by hostages you all scramble into the car. A few stray shots are fired at you, Jimmy fires bursts from his machine gun in reply. On the drive out of town you count the money and find you have stolen $46,000, making your share $6,500.A week later you all drive into Mason City, Iowa for your next bank job. Tommy stays in the car and Jimmy and John guard the doors while you lead Homer, Eddie and Tommy into the large First National Bank. Upon entering Eddie fires a burst of bullets from his machine gun into the ceiling."Hands up! Hands up!" you shout. "Everybody on the floor!"Homer strides towards the counter, one of the teller runs from the counter into an office and tries to slams the door. Homer fires a burst of bullets through the thin wooden door and you hear a shout of pain. Suddenly there is a strange whumping noise and something hits Eddie in the back. It is a tear gas canister and it quickly begins leaking out clouds of gas.Looking up you see a blue-uniformed guard sitting in a cage lined with bulletproof glass, he has just fired the tear gas through a narrow gun slit and is hastily trying to reload the tear gas gun."Get that son of a bitch with the tear gas!" Eddie yells at you, rubbing his back angrily.

Player: Sara
DM: You've chosen Sara, and now you have a big decision to make. Will you propose marriage to her, or will you just ask her to be your girl?
Player: Propose to Sara
DM: The big moment has finally come. The cameras are rolling and you think of the millions of people who will be watching you in your big moment. You see your new soul mate Sara standing there in a beautiful flowing gown with flowers in her hair, and you know in your heart you've made the right choice. You get down on one knee and pop the big question.
Player: "Sara, will you marry me?"
DM: Sara looks at you and is silent for almost 30 seconds. You heart races as she seems looks at you with a blank expression on your face. She seems almost shocked. She finally speaks: "It seems so soon to get engaged. We hardly know each other." Your heart sinks for a moment, until she speaks again. "But, baby, I'm so happy that you even are thinking that way. Won't you save that ring and that question for a little further down the road?"You sigh deeply and realize that Sara is right. The headiness of the cameras and the whirlwind of television stardom had made you a little crazy. You and Sara will take it slow, and who knows... perhaps a wedding is still in your future...

Player: Follow the path to the southwest

Player: Return to the lobby of The Mathom House

DM: Alford Salono was sixteen when he died. It was shocking and saddening to me. The dead get younger as the living get older, it seemed.He was shot walking the street when a gang fight erupted.Or so the police said. No one was willing to admit the Mayor's son had started the fight and shot three other boys with his gun before they got him back.I found a knife in his left pocket. He was not willing to speak much to me, as if the afterlife granted him immunity because he was the Mayor's son after all.He had a hole in his chest, right through his heart. I commended whoever shot him. A good marksman only needs one bullet.The hospital had sewn him back up, poorly, so that he was still bloody when he got to me. Leave it to the undertaker is what they say at the hospital.While stubborn, Alford Salono was respectful. His father had beat him.That day, the Mayor recited a long and dull speech about Alford Salono.A woman jabbed her elbow into my shoulder when I laughed at the Mayor's false affection.
DM: This Edithe Zilonis was stubborn. I began to think that she intended to run in front of that carriage, as if it would have magically stopped once she was there. It did, but it stopped her too.I added some rouge to her cheeks to liven her up. It was pretty on her white skin. Then I tapped at her cheeks, tried to wake her.Usually I can prod someone only a few times before he or she awakens to speak to me. This Edithe Zilonis required not exactly a slap on the face but not exactly a pinch either.And when she awakened, she slapped me on my face. I recoiled and held my face.Usually they don't awaken with such ferocity, but Edithe Zilonis certainly did.I hollered and Edithe Zilonis cried, "Why did you hit me? Who are you?"As far as I understood, the dead are aware that they are dead. Lost souls aren't lost, they just aren't sociable. And howling ghosts are just having a bit of fun. But Edithe Zilonis was furious I had awakened her.Usually they're only furious when they're old and prepared to die. Edithe Zilonis was quite quaint being dead, and at least old folks can't hit hard.I bit back the faint tears in my eyes and said, "I'm your undertaker. It's a pleasure, Miss Zilonis.""Why did you hit me?" She demanded again.She had a heavy eastern accent. It was charming, except she was shouting."I didn't hit you," I said."Oh you certainly didn't pinch!" she argued.Perhaps I could focus her anger on something else. I hoped I could, lest she strike me again.
Player: "Why did you run in front of that carriage?"
DM: "That is none of your business," Edithe Zilonis argued."It is very much my business," I said. "I'm your undertaker, and I deserve to know more than anyone why you would do such a thing."For a moment she was silent, as if she was not willing to tell me.But it was because, "I don't know."She didn't know."Well," she started, "it's not that I don't know, it's that I don't remember."A dead person who does not know why she killed herself, or if she did at all. I was suddenly fascinated. My stinging cheek seemed to subside."You don't remember," I said."I don't remember," she snapped. "Should I? I don't know how this all is supposed to happen!""A dead woman," I said, "who doesn't know why she died. Well this is unprecedented."She seemed offended, but softened when I knelt beside her. I looked closely at her head. I wondered if her being struck on the head had anything to do with her forgetting. But dead folks are fully capable when they are dead. How could this Edithe Zilonis be any different?"Did you have to take off my clothes? When you. . .undertook me?" she asked.I smiled at her. She bit her lip and turned away from me.
DM: I offered Edithe Zilonis to come and join me in my study if she so desired. I also offered to put her back to sleep, but she decided very quickly she was not ready, so she skittered along behind me to my study.My study was on the second story of the shop, as was the rest of my life that didn't involve embalming the dead.Most of the dead are not ready to die. But most of the dead come to accept it rather quickly. Most of the dead, I heard, go to Heaven. Some of the dead haunt the Earth in exchange for their souls. And some of the dead argue with me until three in the morning on how they should still be alive.I am referring to a particular Terrence Pauling, who decided he would extend his time on Earth by arguing with me until I forcibly put him back to sleep some three hours after midnight. I had already been working late and the bastard was getting on my nerves.That is not to say, however, I was not amused by him.Between his bouts of cursing me and my family, flirting with me, and sobbing so loud I might have thought my neighbors could hear him, he did amuse me. He was incredibly vibrant for a man of forty, who suffered the death of his wife and daughter only a few years prior. In fact, I thought he would almost want to die, perhaps so he could see them again.But he told me, I'm going to the Hells. I just know it.Edithe Zilonis was quite amazed by my book collection.She said, "You've got an awful lot of books about dead people, don't you?"That was true.
Player: Spellcast

DM: Tessy Pirie was sixty-three when she passed away in her sleep under unknown conditions. She had been otherwise healthy and mostly happy, but Death waits for no one.She was an fascinating soul. She had witnessed the last war, worked on the fields as a nurse. She had sharp eyes and always a half-smile on her lips. She was fiery for a woman who went so peacefully.She had married three men, the last two died and the third one wept on my shoulder while I put her away in the freezer.She seemed kind, if misunderstood.When she was eighteen, Tessy Pirie ran away to live with a man her parents did not admire. I think they cursed him, because he died when he was only thirty-four.Tessy Pirie was a lover and it was apparent. While the cause of her death was labelled Unknown Cause, it was obvious her immune system had been weakened and finally caught up with her.Her husband had said, She loved me with all she had. She told me I was her everything.She loved a lot of folks, certainly.
Player: "Do you have any family?"
DM: "What's it to you?" she demanded."I'm your undertaker," I replied, "it would be nice to know who to bill."I feared Edithe Zilonis was not a woman of humor. Her pretty face scowled at me."I haven't got any family. Who are you planning to bill then? What are you going to do to me?"I sighed. Of course. Edithe Zilonis couldn't have just been some beautiful young woman with a soft voice and a kind heart. She would be absolutely exhausting to me."Well, if you haven't any family, then you will not have a funeral. You'll be put in the Unknown Graveyard with the rest of them. And it will all be out of my pocket, how lovely.""Oh you've got a heart of gold," she mocked. "What is the Unknown Graveyard?""Exactly what you expect," I said, "for the folks who haven't families or friends, sometimes the ones who don't have names."And at my explanation, Edithe Zilonis' ferocity did fade. She took her eyes off of me. Now they were clear, and I could see her dark irises. She glanced around but no one is ever surprised to find she is dead."And I'll be there, forever," she said."Well your body will. You'll go to Heaven or the Hells. Or Purgatory, which I heard is preferred to either. That is, given you believe in them or something like it. It's all very confusing to me. I'm just an undertaker.""No you're not," she said, "because I'm speaking to you right now. Shouldn't I already be in---" She was going to say Heaven, it just barely didn't escape her mouth.We both knew she was not the judge of that.

DM: Damon Ellsworth was interesting to me. He was a very attractive man of thirty when he came in to me.He had thrown himself off the twelfth story of the apartments on Cherry Avenue. Every bone in his body was broken, which made his mending long and tedious, but he charmed me all the while.He was prideful, because on his way down he had cleverly covered his face with his arms. Shattered his left shoulder but his face remained in tact.I think he only jumped for attention.A young girl and her mother had been walking the sidewalk when he fell, completely traumatized the girl.Damon Ellsworth had been known for his writing for the Blackwood Chronicles. He had a small following of avid readers. I never discovered why he jumped, but I think while he was popular and handsome, he felt a lack of true affection in his lifetime.The papers wrote, Damon Ellsworth, Writer of Blackwood Chronicles, Falls to Death After Drunken Tumble Over Balcony.He was very sober, not a trace of anything in his system, besides depression.

DM: Leola Viles was forty-three when she died of asphyxiation at the hands of a man twenty years older than she. The darling woman had marks on her neck I had to generously cover with makeup.She seduced married men and drowned her newborn in the wishing well out on the Old Road when she was sixteen. She was unmarried and could not stand the thought of raising a child all alone, because married men were bound to get into trouble at some point.The man who had killed her had been just another tick on her lipstick case, but he had been truly in love with her. When he found out she was no loyal housewife, he strangled her on the balcony of his three-story home in Middletown. He admitted at court he should have pushed her over, but I'm glad he did not. Broken bones are hard to mend after someone dies.Her mother had said to me, Leola is the gentlest, kindest, most honest woman you'd ever meet.Well that's sweet of you to say, Mother. She told me she loathed you.

Player: Life and Death: Eternal Limbo by Orly Rankin

DM: "I never heard your name," Edithe Zilonis said to me as she sat down on the couch.It was a nice couch, if old and a little worn. I had recieved it in the will of my grandmother, who also gave me a tin of mints and a couple dollars. She was frugal, and put the rest into investments I had yet seen anything from. She also specifically requested that I not be her undertaker.I had pulled up a chair beside Edithe Zilonis and opened Lisbeth Mccullough's other book, Various Spells for the Modern Witch.I was no witch, so my hope was all but null. But I would give Edithe Zilonis my best. It was the least I could do for her."Well!" she started."I'm sorry, I was reading," I said."What's your name?" she demanded. "Do you just want me to call you My Undertaker? You've already seen me nude, it's the least you can offer me."I quite liked being impersonal with the dead. I had no reason to become attached. A name was a step in a direction I was not fond of."I like My Undertaker," I said. I smiled but Edithe Zilonis was having none of it."I don't. And I'm about to have unfinished business," she said.She folded her arms in front of her. She was cute. For a dead woman, she had a big personality."Ire. . .""Your name is Ire?"". . .mortuis.Â Ostende mihi faciem tuam memorias," I said.Edithe Zilonis was about to curse at me.

DM: I actually tripped on the second to last stair, which was crooked sideways and had been since the building had been renovated. And I knew it was, and I hadn't tripped on it since I had moved in.I moved some six years ago into this shop and its apartment. I had the freezers built in, and a large safe placed in the far wall, so that if the building caught on fire, the safe would be the first to burn.The combination was four-five-one-twenty and then eight. The numbers had some deeper meaning I had since forgotten, but I had remembered the numbers.I was musing over Edithe Zilonis and hardly realized that I had unlocked the safe without thinking. In fact, for a moment I stood as if I had forgotten why I was there, standing in front of my Safe of the Dead. It was as if my mind was severely unfocused even though I was quite focused. Or at least, I thought I was quite focused.So it took me even longer to realize that Edithe Zilonis' purse was no longer there within the safe.Articles of the dead tend to go missing, not usually but it does occur. Perhaps a wandering dead will find her ring, place it on her hand and leave me to wonder how I had just set it down on the table beside me moments before.But disappearance of articles only occurs with objects exceptionally partial to the individual. I was no writer, but I could write that in my own book on the dead whenever I decided to publish one, I believed it so.Perhaps Edithe Zilonis had taken it when she went upstairs with me. Although how she could have opened the safe was beyond me.
Player: Examine Edithe Zilonis' bed
DM: The bed I had awokened Edithe Zilonis from was no traditional mattress-ridden bed. It was actually a steel tray with two long cushions upon it. I took pride in the comfort of the dead, as they are bound to return the good deed.At least, I assumed. I hadn't recieved any gift from the dead yet, perhaps because they are dead. But there is always hope.Edithe Zilonis' well-kept body was hardly a chore for me. The tray had no trace of blood or other bodily fluids, and her embalming was quite straight-forward. But there also was no purse, as if she snatched it while I was out getting the morning paper.The morning paper read, Woman Struck and Killed by Carriage on Main Street, Drunken Driver to Blame?I thought, well that's silly, giving out the name of the street. Tourists will be even livelier than usual.I didn't realize at the time, but when I awokened Edithe Zilonis, she had thrown her hand onto my cart, knocked my tools askew. A syringe had fallen to the floor. I had frankly not fixed them because I had been slapped.I also thought, I have never been slapped by a dead woman before, and while the experience had certainly hurt, it thrilled me. Perhaps I was a masochist for the dead.
Player: Examine the safe

DM: I peered closely at the safe. It was an old Herring Safe, at least a century old. I got it cheap when an old barber told me to take it off his hands. He was planning on pulling insurance fraud by leaving a few too many candles lit at his shop.He didn't tell me what he planned to do, but he said he had removed all valuables from the inside, and usually had a box of matches in his pocket. I also met him again a week later but he was half-scorched and dead too.The safe was an odd dark red color. However, it was not originally red. The red paint was chipping, revealing the steel beneath it. Why anyone would want to paint a perfectly good safe red of all colors was not something I pondered, especially not at that moment.The safe could not be moved by myself. It was as tall as I was and weighed a good bit more than I did too. But I looked at the frame and all about on the inside. The only peculiar thing was that there was a relatively new scratch above the lock, as if someone fumbled to get it open.I sighed. Perhaps I had been robbed since the morning and the culprit had already left, or was waiting behind me ready to bash my head in, desiring to steal my embalming fluid I supposed.It was not often when I was startled. I prefer to think that in all my years of working with the dead, nothing could scare me by then.But I absolutely jumped when Edithe Zilonis put her arms on my shoulders and shook me, yelling, "Boo!"She said, "I'm like a ghost, see? Did I scare you?""Absolutely not," I said.

DM: In Chicago the Gang comes back together in a sombre mood: Eddie's death has hit you all hard and while Jimmy is keen to continue robbing banks the rest of the Gang are in low spirits (even John) and you decide what you need is a holiday so you all make plans to have a rest in a little inn called Little Bohemia Lodge in the middle of a wood in Wisconsin.This planned holiday doesn't do much to relax you all, you soon get the feeling that the staff and guests of the Lodge recognize you all as the notorious outlaws that you are and begin making plans to leave the Lodge. One night you are all in your rooms in the Lodge packing when suddenly you hear gunshots outside.It is not a little gunfire either but a storm: the boom of a shotgun, the rattle of a machine gun and the pops of pistols all fill the night air, glancing out the window you see several men hiding in the trees are shooting the hell out of a car. Instinctively most of the gang begin making for a back window except Jimmy who characteristically grabs a pistol and runs for the front door.
Player: Follow Jimmy out the front door
DM: "I know you bastards are wearing bulletproof vests," Jimmy declares. "So I'll give it to you high and low."You both raise your pistols and open fire.Your first shot grazes the driver in the head, panicking he throws open the car's passenger door and tumbles out onto the ground, the men in the back seat doing likewise. They both spring to their feet to run and you open up on them, hitting one of the men in the neck and the other man in the back. The men in the car behind you start running and Jimmy turns and fires at them too.You and Jimmy jump into the FBI car and drive away. Behind you one of the FBI Agents fires his pistol at you but misses. As you drive away you notice another car full of FBI Agents driving towards you - finding a flashlight under the dashboard you click it on and shine the light full in the face of the approaching car, temporarily blinding the people inside until you safely pass.You and Jimmy escape from Wisconsin after a series of difficult adventures and it takes you two months to reunite with the rest of the gang: in that time Red and Tommy are both killed by lawmen in separate gun battles and only your friends John and Homer are left. It is a very depleted gang that arranges a rendezvous in Indiana at the end of June.

Player: Shoot the customer as well

DM: You ain't no wuss. Let's stop these robbers once and for all.You call their attention with a powerful interjection and they both look at you. They take their out their knives and tell you to shut up.But you won't shut up. You're a hero.You stand up and walk towards them. You're not afraid of them and you tell them so. There's not many people on the bus, but there's enough of them to help you in case things go south.You firmly stand in front of them and face them in a staring duel of fates.The one that directly facing you is staring back at you, but the one behind him starts to nervously look around. He knows that people might join you.Suddenly, the guy you're staring at takes a step forward without breaking eye contact.You don't flinch, but you have the urge to take a step back.
Player: Throw a punch
DM: You don't like staring. You're an action person.You throw a punch at the robber and break his nose. He stabs your arm.You take a step back just for impulse as you kick his stomach and launch him toward his mate.They both stumble and fall, the one behind cuts the face of the driver and the bus starts to shake.Oh no.The driver loses control of the vehicle and you're thrown to the side as the bus starts to shriek the tires and drift in the middle of the road.Some cars crash behind the bus and some bikes crash with the front.The robbers are desperatly writhing on the floor and the driver is grabbing his face, bleeding.Suddenly, the bus turns over and starts rolling and rolling, getting trashed both on the outside and the inside.You see pieces of glass and all sorts of things that are flying around coming from purses and pockets and backpacks and stuff.You feel some of your bones getting broken as you hit the bars and seats.The bus is still rolling around when you feel a cold pain that suddenly becomes a burning ache in your back. There's a metal bar coming out of your stomach and you realize that, at some point, the bus fell off a bridge and landed near a river, impaling you in the process.It all goes quiet.
Player: Survive
DM: You wake up in a hospital. There's bandages all over your body and you feel pain in almost every inch of your body.Curiously, there's no pain in your legs.Actually, there's nothing in your legs. You can't fell them.You can't feel your legs and you're missing an eye. Well, it's still there, but it's all bandaged.A nurse comes in and explains you all of your wounds.You're paraplegic now, a shard of glass cut your cornea and you'll never regain vision of your left eye. You have several cuts in your arms and upper torso. You have a skull fracture in the back of your head and it's a miracle that you're alive. Also, your intestines were ripped by the metal bar that impaled you, so you'll be having trouble with food for the next couple of months.You'll never walk again, your eyesight will slowly deteriorate because of your skull fracture and your bowels are pretty much destined to give you diahrrea for life.But at least you survived that impossible bus crash. Right?The sole survivor of the accident you caused...

DM: I decided to take the gate keepers advice and go to the Admissions Office. It seemed like it was my only option to find help. I walked in. There was a friendly woman at the counter with a nose that looked almost like a beak. Her name was Shelly. "Welcome to Camp Happy Trails Admissions! You must be Lana, the new tenant." She looked at me with hungry eyes. I got uncomfortable. She told me that a fellow named Booker was the one who owned the camp and would help me get settled. He has even set up a cabin for me. She handed me a map and I left admissions.
Player: Go to train station.
DM: As I exited the Admissions Office, I saw there was train station listed on the map on the far left. I decided to head there, hoping I could get a ticket outta here. I walked up to the platform and there seemed to be no one there. "Hello? Can someone help me?" I called out. My voice echoed. An old fellow came out from the shadows. "Hello. My name is Chris. I used to run the train station here." Chris was kind of old looking and very worn out. He looked like he hasn't had a decent meal in weeks. "Um, used to?" I started. "Yes. You see... The owner of the camp cut off the train station's power." "Why in the world would the owner do that?" He looked at me very seriously. "... To prevent people from escaping." Chills were sent down my spine. I was horrified. "Is there any way of getting out?" Chris looked around and slowly started to retreat back into the shadows, "I've already told you too much. Just do what you need to do to survive, kid. And if you do find a way out... You will forever be my hero." And with that, he was devoured by the shadows. I was left with only one option:

DM: When I spoke, she fell onto her face and into my bed then promptly vanished. She was a stubborn one, this Edithe Zilonis, or whatever was possessing her at the time.I rinsed my face in the washroom, perhaps to awaken myself or to come to terms with what I had seen. That being Edithe Zilonis I had sent to sleep the night before.I had not a dead who had awakened on her own to bother me in my room. I realized then that Edithe Zilonis was not just any dead.I wasn't paid enough for any of this.I went downstairs to see if Edithe Zilonis' body was still on its bed, tucked into the freezer.She was, looked as kind as ever. Her face was smooth and still and her body seemed as if it hadn't moved at all.I was rightly upset, stumbled back up the stairs to make some coffee for myself.
DM: It wasn't often my emotions got the best of me.I sat at my kitchen table. The morning sunlight beat brightly down onto my face, warmed the coolness I felt everywhere. I wondered if I had enough money saved so that I could retire. Perhaps I could invite my cousin to take over the store. Perhaps I could leave the cursed city of Blackwood for good.But a part of me argued mercilessly against my leaving. That part of me deeply desired to know what Edithe Zilonis truly was, and how she came to be. Another part of me felt compassion for Edithe Zilonis. For her story, at least.Another part of me felt a different compassion for Edithe Zilonis too.I finished the black coffee and went to look through my books again, to see if anyone could explain how a dead could become possessed, if she was possessed at all.The study, which was already riddled with dust, dirt, books, tools and other items of mysterious origin became even more cluttered when I tore through my shelves on the search for answers.Zasadzinski, Reindl and D'angelo wrote about what to do with a body that has broken bones. Fielding, Sheats and Levant wrote about ills and diseases. And Galwey taught me how to properly use a scalpel, but no one knew about mystery of the dead.But perhaps no one had witnessed what I had. Perhaps no one wanted to try and solve any mysteries. We're only undertakers after all. We're not the police, not detectives, usually not witches. I wasn't anything but a person who repaired the dead.I cursed loudly. I could have stopped. I could have gone on with Edithe Zilonis' funeral, buried her myself and gone back to embalming old folks.There was a knock at the door, then the doorbell rang.
Player: Ponder
DM: I rested back against the tall bookshelf, ran my fingers through my hair.I supposed no one else was going to try and discover the truth of Edithe Zilonis. I supposed I had discovered something new in the realm of speaking to the dead. I supposed I would have to find the man Edithe Zilonis told me about, and her purse as well.I was fully off-the-clock. It was even Saturday morning, and I always slept late on Saturday mornings.It was why I would have to reawaken Edithe Zilonis, and write my own book of the dead too.It was also why I went to answer the door.

DM: I said, and her golden eyes shifted back to normal. She collapsed and I went to the foot of the bed to hold her.Her eyes flittered before they opened to me. They were wide and confused. And if the dead could blush, I think she did."You woke me," Edithe Zilonis managed to say."You shouldn't be awake," I told her."No, I don't want to sleep," she pleaded."I'm sorry," I said.She had touched my face, left a cold impression on my cheek as I said Goodnight to her, again.I carried her back downstairs, put her to bed and closed the freezer tightly.I had chills on my neck when I returned upstairs for breakfast. Although I could hardly eat.

DM: You put Chow Feng's letter down and stare out of the ferry window at the beautiful blue waters of the South China Sea racing by. In the window you can also see the reflection of your face: a fifteen-year-old girl with long black hair and thoughtful brown eyes; right now, you are thinking about how Gabriel was the same age as you when he died. Frowning you look at the other materials this stranger Feng has sent you.Three newspaper clippings lie on the chair next to you, their headlines are TRAGIC SUICIDE ON HAN ISLAND, DO DEAD BOY'S NOTES HOLD SECRET TO PIRATE GOLD? and TSAI PIRATE CAVE DISCOVERED, NO GOLD. Next to them is Chow's list of ten names of people he considers suspicious and finally, written in Gabriel's own writing, the two notes from his diary which he left behind on the day he died.
Player: Read Chow's List of useful people to interview
Player: Play on Hard Difficulty

DM: Sebastian flips the traveler's cloak away from her waist and pulls her twin short swords. These she spins across her body with skill and speed. Short Swords are quick and still have heft, able to both block blades, do good damage, and also be used with two bladed fighting. She pulls her arms up and points the blades directly at the faces of the two men as they stand side by side.One does a test jab which she blocks , the other cuts low and she steps away. They advance a step. Another blocked jab leads Sebastian inwards. As she is losing the gap her second opponent swipes to her midsection. She blocks the attack and slices his sword hand.She then parris the first swordsman and chops upwards with her blocking blade. The man's hand comes off at the wrist. He gazes at his wrist as Sebastian kicks the injured swordsman back into his partner. She then leaps forward and stabs him.He slides down, still looking at his wrist in shock as it spurts arterial blood across the tables and collapses to his knees. Sebastian beheads him with an overhand chop.
Player: One Swordsman Remains

Player: Sneak in ninja style, knock out the guy, and steal the recipe!
DM: Okay. Sounds ridiculous, but let's give it a try. But dude, if you get in trouble, we'll get kicked out of here. You ready?
Player: Maybe not...
Player: Yeah!!!
DM: Okay, you're at the counter, what now?
Player: Punch the dude in the face and jump the counter!!!
DM: You suck at punching. He just got all mad and called security, so we have to leave the mall now. I guess we should just head to the store and buy some random stuff then.
Player: Aww man! Let's go...
Player: Water bottle ($2)
DM: Sure, that seems like a good ingredient.
Player: Water Bottle
Player: Go home, poop, and forget about it!
DM: Dude. You can poop when you're dead. Pick something else, you moron! You ain't giving up on my watch!
Player: Ugh fine.

DM: "Why the heck would I go with some creep!" she shouted to him as he started walking away. "Pervert!" she yelled again. "Hmph." kyoko marched away in the opposite direction. She didn't feel like staying at the club anymore. That idiot had just ruined her night. She was about to take the exit door when suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist. It was the man from before. How annoying. Geez! What's your problem! I said no!" she shouted at him angrily over the music. He ignored her, taking her out the exit and dragging her to an alley, shoving her into a corner. Aliclair gripped her wrists tightly, pinning her against the wall. "You creep! Let go!" she tried to break free of his grip, but he held her wrists tightly. She gave up, staring him defiantly in the eyes, breathing heavily. I'm not a pervert." he was dead serious. She swallowed, intimidated by his glare. "Could've fooled me." she replied sarcastically. "If you're not a pervert why are you pinning me to a wall in some dark alley way, hm?" she raised an eyebrow at him. Geez, she hated this guy. So desperate! As if the man was trying to prove he could be even more annoying, the man smirked, looking at her with an irritated, yet amused stare. "You're coming with me, allright?" he moved closer to her, she could feel his breath on her neck.
Player: Give in and go with him
DM: "F-fine...." kyoko stuttered. Her face was a deep red. He was so close to her, their noses were hairs apart. The man smiled, pulling away but not loosening the grip on her wrists. "Good." he smiled warmly at her. "I expect payment. I don't do things for guys like you without being paid a fair amount of money." she added. Judging by his clothes he was wealthy. Might as well make the most out of this and try to get as much cash out of him as possible. "We'll see. Follow me."
Player: Go with him
DM: Aliclair led her to his home, which to her interest was a mansion. They left the club in a limousine, the neon lights of the city illuminating the road before them. Kyoko had to admit, she was nervous. She didn't know this person, usually she would've bluntly declined him and ran away, but this man was different, the fact that she had gone with him unsettled her. She didn't trust anyone, she never trusted anyone. Inside the mansion was dark, yet gorgeous. He was wealthy, the mansion was immensely larger and much more well kept than her uncle's mansion. She had this urge to steal everything, it would be worth so much on the black market. She could be set for at least a couple years. Her mind was spinning with plans to steal. "This way." the man led her up the stairs and turned into his bedroom. Kyoko stopped in her tracks when she saw the bed. No, no she wasn't going to do this. She knew what he wanted, Her mind whirled with thoughts of her uncle on top of her, her screams echoing through the night. "It's alright." she assured her, coaxing her onto the bed. Kyoko gulped, nervous knots tied in her stomach. "One night. Then you can leave, unless you'd rather..." he ran his hand down her arm, "Return to your old life of thievery." "I don't want to do that." kyoko responded almost instantly. "Well then..." he patted the bed. Kyoko sighed, laying down on the bed. Aliclair moved on top of her, looking into her nervous eyes. "You're cute." Aliclair smiled wickedly, tilting his head to the side slightly. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately, undoing her other ponytail and tangling his hands in her hair. "Stay with me."
Player: Second thoughts?
DM: It was late into the night, aliclair held kyoko in his arms as they lay side by side. "We can't do this." kyoko said in an almost emotionless voice. "why?" he asked, hugging her tightly. "I'm 15." Kyoko stared out the window from where she lay on her side in aliclair's arms. The city lights below them seeming to stretch out forever, but the sky was so empty. Only a few stars twinkled dimly. "I'm 21." aliclair ran his thumb along the back of her hand, fascinated by how small she was. "That's why." "Its only 6 years, besides you seem like you've done this before." He slid his hand under her shirt, feeling the bare skin of her stomach. His words made her cringe, a twinge of anger twisted with regret tugged at her chest.

Player: Examine the kitchen further
DM: Not entirely sure what you are looking for you move around the kitchen carefully trying to spot anything out of place. Your diligence is rewarded when you come to a large knife rack standing next to a crumb-scattered cutting board and a toaster. There are slots for five knives but only three are in their slots, though you quickly find a fourth lying in the sink covered in bread crumbs and butter. The fifth, the largest and longest, presumably used for cutting loaves of bread, is missing.Habib indicates the missing knife. "We cannot be sure but it is possible that this missing knife may be the knife found with the remains of the victim in the Maintenance Room. It is probably impossible to identify now but I think we should consider it as possible that the murder weapon came from here." You nod and examine the rest of the room, apart from the missing knife, the bloodstains on the floor and the bloody bandages in the bin nothing else seems to be amiss. Thoughtfully you pace back out into the corridor.
Player: Go back into the lobby
DM: You reach the large strong-looking front door which Habib unlocks with the set of keys providing by the University's Housing Office."Only the individual Students and the Housing Office possess a set of these keys," she tells you as she opens the door. "The Students each have two keys: one for the front door and one for their own individual bedrooms, the Housing Office usually has this full set which they keep in a locked drawer of their office, which is also locked outside of their 9 to 5 working hours. The front door and the Housing Office both showed no signs of forced entry but neither do they have CCTV or surveillance cameras."You nod and step inside a simple, small and empty carpeted lobby room. A flight of stairs rises up to your right while a second door stands before you.

DM: The demonic creature comes on quicker than you can measure, completely recovered and ready to drive its blade through your flesh. You fire your crossbow as it comes on, but it chops your bolt in half while running, and what's left of it flies to the side, unable to move straight now that it has been rendered useless. The creature continues coming, and you draw two knives quickly.A downward chop nearly kills you, but you block it, leap to the side, and drive your dagger into the demon's side. It stumbles back, gripping its sword with less energy than before. After all, you did just deal it a near-lethal wound. Even it must feel pain.

Player: Bang some pots and pans - I can't take the quiet!
DM: You simply cannot take the quiet, solitude, and confinement so resort to a primal, caged scream rattling. You find utensils and containers that you imagine served as pots. They're certainly heavy, anyway. You clang them together as much and as hard as you can.You exhaust yourself but are contented. You've screamed into the proverbial pillow. With frustrations vented you feel you can now go about your merry way.
Player: Put the pans down and walk away slowly.

DM: I looked between Vida and Oberon. My mind and heart raced as the two bickered at each other.Vida said, "As a Goddess it is my duty to help humans."Oberon said, I know, I know. But perhaps this is work more suited to Mira, dear.She stuck her tongue out at him, and Oberon said, You best keep that in your mouth.And it was cute, watching these two, but I was sitting there without you. Or rather, with you, in spirit?Were you a spirit, Zita? A ghost? A demon?Proposterous. You were an angel. Although you slapped me like a demon.I would have given anything to have you slap me again.But instead I felt a weight over my hand, a warmth that pressed against my face."Zita," I stuttered.You had a way of firing me up, Zita. Of getting me off my bottom.I stood, perhaps a bit too quickly, and told Vida and Oberon, "We have to fix this."

DM: The spell read, Loqueris ad me: spiritus.Edithe Zilonis sat before me, looked at me with a strange face."It did not work," she said."Spiritus," I tried.Edithe Zilonis startled me when she slapped the book shut, almost caught my fingers when she did."Obviously this ghostie doesn't respond all that well to spells, Undertaker. She is probably like me, the unexpected will bring her out," Edithe Zilonis said.We both sat for a moment, debating on what in the world could bring this spirit out to speak to me.Thankfully, Edithe Zilonis was hardly dead.
Player: Kiss Edithe Zilonis
DM: I had had my fair share of the romantic dead. Sometimes a gentleman will desire one last fling before he descends into the firey depths. Sometimes a gentlewoman will want a kiss or two before she vanishes into nothing. Sometimes I have to peel the passionate old folks off of me. But I had never ever initiated anything with any dead. It seemed inappropriate.But I had broken one of the few vows I took as an undertaker, and speaker to the dead, and leaned close to Edithe Zilonis and kissed her.She seemed surprised as first, but soon her arms were around my neck, pulled me close. She was always soft and sweet.And Edithe Zilonis did not feel dead in the slightest, which at the time gave me reasoning as to why I would ever do such a thing. As far as I knew, she was not yet dead. And as far as I wished, I hoped she would never be."Oh my," she spoke between kissing me, "you are the best undertaker I've ever kissed.""Let me speak to the spirit," I ushered.
DM: Edithe Zilonis' eyes closed then opened, blinded me with the golden rays of the spirit that possessed her."He waits," the spirit said, but now she took on a gentler voice. It still echoed and chilled my bones."Who is He?" I asked."A passenger, within a carriage, pulled by four horses. He waits.""Where is he?""The carriage. He is binded to the carriage. I can't---" at this point Edithe Zilonis began to fight back, wanted to wake up. I held her shoulders, begged her for just one more moment."He has done this before. I am not Edithe, but you have to stop him for me.""Who are you?""Someone you know."Edithe Zilonis shuffled and groaned under the spirit's words."Who are you?" I asked.The spirit had nothing more to say, or rather, Edithe Zilonis did not like being possessed. Her eyes shut. She collapsed backwards onto the chair.I knelt before her, touched her face.She awokened, gasped, exclaimed, "You've kissed a dead woman! That must be illegal."I let my head fall, ran my hands over my eyes and groaned too.

DM: "What are we going to do?" asked Edithe Zilonis."I really wish I knew a witch," I mused.Edithe Zilonis sat up straight from her place upon the chair. She had been resting heavily, as if she was tired. But I would be tired too if I was possessed.I worried, because I had never had a dead awake for so long before. I feared Edithe Zilonis' time on Earth was slowly slipping away."Undertaker," she called.I turned to look at her. She had kind eyes."I understand if you can not continue with this. You've been a blessing enough already. I've come to accept my fate," she said.It wasn't a matter of fate. Fate did not exist. No one walked predetermined paths, because if that was true, then no one could have murdered Edithe Zilonis. We were all living creatures of free will.But the dead, I thought, Perhaps were not. The dead go on to specific places, with specific people and specific futures for eternity. But why was there a rouge spirit then? Who was he?"No," I said to Edithe Zilonis, "I want to help you. I'm already too deep into this.""I suppose you're six feet under by this point," Edithe Zilonis offered."Hush you.""Hush you," she teased."The spirit said I knew her," I told Edithe Zilonis."Well who is dead that you know?""Everyone that has come into my shop," I said."Well that's just peachy. Who has been murdered, particularly by a ghost man?""Many by a man, none by a ghost man," I said.
Player: The spirit could be a sister
DM: I poured some gin and drank the rest from the bottle as I muled over what the spirit inside Edithe Zilonis had said to me.I had known so many lives in my own lifetime. And I was quickly approaching my thousandth client. The dead were aplenty, all the time, under every circumstance.So this spirit telling me that I knew her was more frustrating than it helped Edithe Zilonis' mystery.But I combed my memories for any person that I might know well enough, at least, that she, or he, would possess one of my dead and tell me I knew her, or him.I had called my parents just last week, and I would have been the first to know if Mother or Father suddenly died, as in their wills, they requested I be their undertaker. It might be an obscure, even disturbing request to anyone who was not my family, but they knew I could say goodbye one last time.Mother had even said, I'm so very lucky to have you. You are skilled and passionate. You care about the dead as much as your father does. You are a marigold in a lily field.Father had said, You have a heart of gold for the dead, and a heart of steel for the living.Then there existed my sister, although she was much younger than I and gone far into Peach City. She was probably rich and famous, while I stuffed the dead.And I loved my job, I truly did. I would not have exchanged it for the world. I just wished I had Agrona's life, and she mine.Then it occurred to me, I hadn't spoken to Agrona for several months. And as far as I knew, neither had Mother or Father."I haven't spoken to my sister in some time," I told Edithe Zilonis.

DM: Edithe's eyes turned to gold.The spirit spoke: "He is hiding, waiting. There is a carriage coming, will be there in the hour. Edithe was not first, and if you can't stop him, then she will not be the last.""Agrona," I called."I was coming to see you, travelling from Peach City, when I was pushed into a travelling carriage."Edithe groaned, moved her hands to shoo off the spirit."I'm sorry," I said."We are fateless. But he is not."Edithe returned, took a breath and gazed at me.She said with awe, tears falling from her eyes, "I heard her."I rushed up Edithe, to take her by the arm. "We have to go, Edithe, back to the place you died.""Yes, of course. We'll be heroes, Undertaker."I wasn't sure we would be heroes, but it seemed like the good thing to do.I was not just a dealer of the dead, I spoke to the dead, I cared for the dead, and I loved the dead, because no other living soul was going to. And I was proud, and I was suddenly glad I did not have Agrona's life.
Player: Annaliese Zilonis
DM: Annaliese Zilonis died when her husband stabbed her through the chest five times with two different knives from a kitchen set.Edithe had not been in the house when this occurred, but upon her return, her father had packed most of their things and set off for Central City.Her father travelled, was not often at home thereafter. Edithe stayed at a home of a Bernice Dacosta, an old woman who seemed to care about Edithe more than her father did.Edithe said, Bernice adopted me. My father eventually vanished, but I didn't care. Bernice loved me like my father didn't.She also said, My father returned a decade later, wanting to involve himself in my life again. I told him to shove it up his ass.I asked, Did no one ever tell you about your mother?She said, No. The police must have never found me, or my father. If he is this murderous ghost, then he is avoiding death, and he must be stopped.She said, He deserves to rot in the Hells.
DM: "What time is it?" Edithe asked.I checked my watch. "It is almost four," I said.Edithe died at four-o-two.We hurried back along the road to find the place of Edithe Zilonis' death."You have to stand back," Edithe told me, "If he likes shoving people in front of carriages, it is best you stay away.""Edithe," I tried, but she spoke."You are swell at reading and solving mysteries. Now I am going to speak to this man. What is he going to do, kill me again?"She shooed me away with a hand. I stepped back, pressed myself against the building behind me, which was the Vince's Barber Shop.There had been folks walking the streets, and horses and carriages as well, but in the distance a certain horse and carriage barreled down the street, as if the person inside desired to get home very quickly.And a regular man in a dark, dated suit and hat brushed past me. I would not have noticed him if he hadn't had in his hands a certain, pink purse.And he called, "Madam, your purse!"Edithe turned to look at him.Time, for a moment, slowed to nearly a stop. I saw myself walking from the far side of the street, a brown bag in my hand, which had been my lunch.
Player: Stop the man

Player: Agrona
DM: Agrona was seven years younger than me, and the age difference put a strain on our relationship. I didn't mind her little self waddling around the house, nor her crying in the middle of the night, but I never particularly adored any of it, or her, either.But she was a good girl. She never started trouble, rather, she seemed to always end it. She was clever and funny and her face was always lively and made Mother smile.Agrona could not speak to the dead, and while she never mentioned it, I knew she was jealous of my ability. She actively avoided any roles that involved the dead, and eventually moved to Peach City with a handsome gentleman.The last I heard, she sold exotic makeup and perfumes by the coast. I believed she was married, perhaps to the same gentleman.But at some point she was travelling to see me when she died.I recieved a telephone call later that day from Mother, who informed me about what I already knew.Edithe said, I'm sorry.But I didn't know why Edithe was sorry for me, for she was dead, and now was my sister.

Player: Call out to Edithe
DM: I had a severe case of déjà-vu. Not for this exact event, not for Edithe, or the man and the purse. Not even as I had walked back from lunch and seen the police just outside my shop, cleaning blood from the stone.I felt as if I had met Edithe before, as if I had heard Agrona's voice in my head before, as if I had witnessed all these events in sequence before.And if Agrona had been murdered by this same man, I thought, Perhaps this is all just a deadly, endless loop.Blackwood was a place of mystery of life and death, and the chills on the back of one's neck was an unfortunate side-effect one deals with when moving to Blackwood. Eventually, the chills subside, leaving one feeling either completely empty, or even more confused than when one began.I supposed everyone on Main Street of Blackwood were completely empty.And I thought I was too, until I shouted, Edithe! It is him!And I hadn't heard myself shout so loudly or ferociously before.The man had placed a hand on Edithe's shoulder, went to push her to her death again when she reacted just in time to do the same to him.I watched the carriage rightly trample him.The pink purse fell from his hands to the ground and landed open. The coins and the perfume bottle within it scattered and shattered at Edithe's feet.
DM: Alford Salono had clung to me, cried into my shoulder the night he died.He said he did not want to die. He said he was scared and that he did not mean to shoot anyone. He told me he thought he was going to the Hells.And it is difficult, sometimes, to say farewell to the dead, especially when they are young and unknowing.Sometimes one person will capture my heart, and make his or her death all that much more painful for all those involved.Alford Salono had died three years before I met Edithe Zilonis. But the way he pleaded to me to keep him alive, although he was very dead, struck something in my soul that made turn away clients for several weeks after.My cupboard of alcohol did not sustain me. I had nightmares about Alford Salono.What truly became of him, I didn't know, but I did know that Death, while cruel, while unfair, treats his souls with the utmost respect, and as did I.I had said to him, I'm sorry. I wish you the best wherever you will be. No one deserves this, miserable life.And Alford Salono said, Thank you. And, I'm sorry, for you too.
DM: "Is she there?" I asked Edithe.Edithe closed her eyes, tried to summon Agrona.There was a long moment of silence, where Edithe and I sat in my apartment. Edithe seemed flushed. I was tired.She looked up at me, shook her head."Well," I mused, "that must be a good thing.""I'm so sorry," Edithe said.The doorbell rang and echoed through the silent building. Edithe touched my hand as I went to answer it.I opened the door to see my Mother, she rushed into my arms and we exchanged an embrace. She sobbed into my shoulder. I don't think my emotions had caught up to me yet.Edithe appeared from the steps, stood solemnly at the bottom."Would you be her undertaker?" my mother asked."Of course," I said.Mother had looked over my shoulder, seen Edithe."You have an awakened dead," Mother mentioned.We all returned to the parlor. I explained to Mother all that had happened. She seemed surprised but not too surprised."The dead are mysterious," she said."Oh indeed," called Edithe. "I am still quite unsure of how this all could happen."Mother did manage a small smile for Edithe. I supposed Edithe Zilonis had that type of mystical power after all.
DM: Edithe remained by my side the rest of the day.Agrona's body was on her way and I would see her the following day. Until then, I held more or less random conversations with Edithe. Some conversations we spoke about our assumptions about Heaven. Other times it was about the weather, or how that new restaurant on Eastend was operating.None of which were about how Edithe would have to return to death as some point.And soon, the night came. Edithe mused over how she was now never hungry while I prepared dinner for myself.I was stirring peppers in a pot over the stove when I finally said, "Edithe, you can't stay here. You know that?"She had been sitting across from me when I spoke. Her brown eyes dropped down.She said, "I know. Of course.""If it is any consolation, I will certainly remember you," I told her.She said, "I'm sure you say that to all the dead.""You're correct, but I do remember all the dead."Edithe smiled. She said, "What if I choose to become a ghost?""Lingering about here is not worth Heaven.""I know, I know, I was just thinking."I don't think Edithe Zilonis was just thinking.

DM: I think my reaction time was usually slow, as I spent most of my time in the dark speaking to the dead softly.Often, I felt dead myself, not because I despised my job, but rather, I had to put myself into the mindset of a dead person in order to properly service him or her.And even when I returned to bed for the night my dreams were sullen too, entwined with the what-if's of how the dead move on, and how I could better understand them. I was a thinker, not an action-taker, and certainly not a quick action-taker.But I was light on my toes. The world around me ceased to move. And as this murderous ghost-man went to shove Edithe back to her death, I had my arms on him.I had so much momentum I almost lost control of myself. I watched from the ground the carriage trample the man.The pink purse fell from his hands, to the ground and landed open. The coins and the perfume bottle within it scattered and shattered at Edithe's feet.Edithe gasped. So did I.The wheel of the carriage almost caught my fingers.

DM: You order a beer. The Hobbit's gaze softens. "Aye, good choice," he says, "I see ever the Big Folk have heard of the Golden Perch's famous Beer."He gives you a bottle of beer, and you sit down on a table to drink it.As you take a sip of the beer, you take in your surroundings. What do you choose to look at?
Player: Look at a Hobbit portrait
DM: You are drawn to the picture of the hobbit, on the wall. It is set just above the counter, and has a small plaque just underneath it. The plaque reads"Barnabos "Bullroarer" Took. This famous hero of the Shire is the tallest known hobbit in history. Legends say he could even ride a horse, and when he charged the ranks of goblin invaders, he managed to hit the head of the goblin chief with his club, landing in a rabbit hole fifty feet away. The battle was won, and the game of golf invented at the same time."What an odd story.
Player: Go back to your beer
Player: Leave the inn
DM: You are on the easternmost section of The Shire, Stock, and have arrived from Bree-Land.You see fields of grass, and smoke rising out of Hobbit homes. A skylark calls in the distance, and the wind rustles through the trees. There is an inn nearby, named The Golden Perch. You have heard that they sell the "brownest Beer in Southfarthing". You may stop off here, or you can continue on towards other locations.The only things you have with you are a pouch of coins and a pretty, ornate spoon that you picked up in an auction down in Bree.
Player: Go into The Golden Perch
DM: You duck your head through the door. The inn is filled with Hobbits; some drinking, some smoking pipes and others eating large meals. The Hobbits turn their head to you, and the inn goes silent for a moment. As you stand there, the inn slowly goes back to talking, though at a noticeably quieter volume.You go up to the innkeeper. He looks up at you, warily. "Don't get many big folk round these parts," he says, gruffly, "What'll you have?"

Player: Leave the village by the northwest path
Player: Investigate the caves
DM: You approach the Kamikaze Caves with interest. There are three individual caves blasted out of a hillside but all three have been destroyed by massive explosions. The rusted and twisted remnants of metal boats are visible here and there beneath the rocky rubble. The explosion when these caves were destroyed must have been absolutely deafening and would have destroyed months of work. The Japanese would have been livid.

Player: Stare at the christmas goblin.
Player: Deal.
Player: Ask the jet ski what its name is
DM: The jet ski revs its engine a few more times. You notice that on the back of the jet ski there is a small bumper sticker which says "Famine".
Player: Famine is a dumb name. I wish to name the jet ski something else.
Player: Blingle Hambone
Player: Continue to fly North.

DM: Summer, ah, summer the time for smiles and energy. Well not for you, your parents made you attend a camp called Camp Crystal lake. You make you way towards the camp you see a faded picture on the wall.
Player: Look at it
DM: It's kind of hard to see but you make out the picture. It shows a man in a hockey mask holding a matchete in the water. It was probably just a practical joker.
Player: Continue to go to the camp
DM: You walk to the camp grounds hoping to find your campmates. Ah there they are!"Yo Tony Bony!" Your friend says."Oh hey Charlie." You say."You ready to party!?" Charlie yells."Heck yeah!" You reply. You and the others walk into the cabin with all of your stuff. "Who wants to get the whiskey?" Charlie yells.Choose the person you want to go.
Player: Choose yourself
Player: Go downstairs to the fusebox

Player: Choose Charlie
DM: You nominate Charlie to go."Yo What the heck." He said."Sorry" You say.Eventually everybody else decides and pins it down toooooooooooooo, you.
Player: Refuse
DM: "No!" You protest."Yes!" They all say."Go or I will make you." Charlie threatens."Fine"
Player: Ignore it
DM: You and Sammy continue upstairs and grab the whiskey. She then grabs the bottle and pours it into two plastic red party cups and drinks a cup she tells you to do the same. You do, and she pours another cup full and drinks it, she then makes you one you refuse. She makes a startled face."But Tony..... Don't you loooove meeeeeeeeee?" She asked. "Sammy I do, but--" You try to say."But what?" You h-hate me?" She says and starts to cry. You hear more screaming downstairs and you really want to get out. You tell her bye and head downstairs, a loud thud followed behind you.

Player: Silver
DM: You walk over to the silver and find a flashlight. You then go back to the fusebox.
Player: fusebox
DM: You walk over to the fusebox, you peer inside and find the fuse is okay. Might be a power-outage. You hear more screaming this time you have to check it out. Use the flashlight.

Player: RUN FOR IT
DM: You decide that it is probably the murderer so you run for the car. As you attempt to open the door you realize it is locked. The car is a blue chevy. That has to be Jacobs'. Jacobs is probably in the house. You attempt to open the door one final time.
Player: Attemt climb in through the back
DM: You go to the trunk and try to pop it open. No use. You find timber close by should you grab it?
Player: Grab it
DM: DAH DAH DAHHHHHHH YOU FOUND... A plank of wood. You turn around to heavy footsteps. You find the figure standing behind you. Attack him with the wood.

Player: Flashlight

Player: look
DM: You turn around just to see the murderer hurl a throwing knife at you. The knife slices your arm in half and the stub starts spraying blood everywhere. You run to the blue chevy parked on the gravel roadway. You run to the car door and feel a volcanic eruption in your back. You turn around and see the figure about 5 yards away then you see the ax in your back. You cry out and shatter the class window. You cry out again as you see what is inside. You see Jacobs' head crushed on the steering wheel. Not only that but the figure is behind you. The figure grabs your arms and turns you around. You face him directly. You can hear a soft voice like a moms voice saying; "Chi Chi Chi, Ha Ha Ha."That was the last thing you heard before it grabbed you and pushed you into the car door making the ax peirce through your chest." Death: Pierced through chest.

Player: Go through the back exit
DM: You decide to run from the house using the back door since it is next to you. You notice a phone on the wall. Should you get to the other car or call 911?
Player: 911
DM: You pick up the phone and dial 911. They answer immediatly. "Hello 911 whats your emergancy?""Uhhhhh." You say quietly."Sir, are you okay, are you hurt.?" The dispatch asks. You never thought this far. Your palms start to sweat and the receiver is getting heavy. You need to say something.
Player: "There is a murderer."
DM: "Please I need help there is a murderer and 2 of my friends are dead please hurry!" You say."Okay what is the address?" She says."Uhhh, 6724 Crystal road Blairestown New Jersey." You say."Got it, don't worry we will be there in 5 minuets." She says reassuringly."Goodbye." You say hanging up the line. You realize things will be okay.
Player: Wait 5 minuets
DM: You keep getting scared by every little noise you hear. These 5 minuets are like the longest minuets ever. You have to go to the bathroom but you get scared up there because nobody is with you. Should you go?

Player: Tell them the story.
DM: You tell them your story and how it happened."We will send help immediatly." The dispatch says. You hang up.
Player: You can hold it
DM: You decide you don't have to go that bad and plus it is way to scary up there. You make a sandwhich and eat at the big table thought the air still stinks of rotting corpses. As you continue to wait your boredom gets bigger and so does your need to go to the bathroom. You think that you can go outside even though it is pitch black and there is no moon showing.
Player: Go outside
DM: You decide that there is no harm in going outside I mean it's better than being cramped up inside all day waiting for the police. Wow this murder has really took a turn on me. You walk outside and do your business. You don't notice the footsteps. Heavy arms grab you from behind and shove you onto a thick bushel of thorns. It won't kill you but it hurts like Hell. You cry out as the heavy arms grab you and hold your head. The arms push against your temples and you hear faint cracking. You cry again as the throbbing in your head stops sending a horrible feeling in your body. You see black almost immediately even get to react. Death:Crushed in temples.

Player: Break in (Smash window)
DM: You elbow the door window to find the glass shatter easily. Your horrified as you look inside. You see Jacobs' head on the steering wheel. He's dead, you realize. You yank the lock up and pull the door open. Jacobs body tumbles out. You hop in the car and find his keys still in the ignition. You thank Jacobs' dead body and grip the steering wheel. You are horrified as you grip something else. You grab a cold object and realize that it is just the stick. You scold yourself for being so stupid. You twist the keys and the engine starts up easily. Loud footsteps are beside you now.
Player: SLAM IT
DM: You slam on the go pedal as you shift the gear into reverse. You then drive out onto the flat, dusty road. As you start driving away an object stops the car. You turn around and see the masked figure. "Holy mother of Hell." You say silenty as it picks the car up and hurls you off the road, you black our.

DM: You decide you can't hold it any longer and go upstairs. You see Sammy's shoes on the floor. You pick them up and walk into the bathroom. You hear a rattle and jump. You walk slowly to the toilet. After you finish you realize you haven't taken a shower and stink of perspiration. You walk into the tub and stop suddenly. You see a body in the tub. You realize who it is. "Sammy!" You cry. No reply. You call her name again and yet no answer. You open the shower curtain and notice her lips. They are blue and puffy. Then you notice why. She's dead. She drowned. You hear another noise behind you. You feel hot breath. You turn around and see the killer. As you scream the arms of the killer grab you and bring you to the toilet. It forces your head into the toilet water, the one you never flushed. You try to wiggle out but it has an iron grip on you. It forces you to drown to watch as everything fades into black and then nothing. Death:Swirly

Player: Plank o' woof

Player: I can still hold it
Player: Get in the wardrobe
DM: The wardrobe is on the other end of the room but you decide it is better than any other spot. You get in the wardrobe and stand still. You can hear the heavy boots. The boots stop suddenly. You hear them go the other way you breath quietly. As you wait , your nose starts to get itchy. You then sneeze causing the door to open. You stare open jawed at the killer in front of you. The killer moves towards you taking long strides. As it reaches you it grabs you and attemps to pull you out. You resist. Instead of trying harder it grabs your head and sets it in front of the door. You start to scream and yell. The killer grabs the door and starts slamming it on your neck. You see blood erupt out of your mouth. The killer continues to do it untill everything goes black. Death: Slammed

Player: Wake up.
DM: You wake up in an old worn down building.The footsteps approach. You survey your surroundings. Muffled voices can be heard. "Hello?" You call."MMMHHHHH" The voice seems to be crying. You locate the cause immediently. "MARIE!" You scream. The footsteps are close now so close you can feel the ground shake. Then you notice the figure.The masked figure walks to Marie and takes off the gag. "Jason, Jason please, no calm down." Marie says soothingly even though you can hear the small tremble in her voice."Marie I-I haven't seen you in forever we-we thought you moved and-and." You stutter.you can't help but let the tears flow down your cheeks. Like lava running down the cold Pacific Ocean. "I-I've been trapped down her in this old place for months but it felt like years." Marie begins. Jason looks around but leaves the room after a bit. "Jason, the killer who brought me down here just wants revenge." She continues."For what?" You ask. She stares at you. "For the murder of him and his mother." She says coldly."Wait J-Jason Voorhes." You ask. She nods. "But he's dead, he-he drowned." She only stares at you. Jasons footsteps are heard. Jason enters the room with a matchete. "NO, NO JASON, HE DID NOTHING PLEASE DON'T DO IT." Marie wails. You realize she is talking about you. Jason ignores her. He starts to walk to you.
Player: Accept it
DM: You close your eyes and hope it will be quick. As Jason approaches you Marie keeps wailing telling him not to do it but you don't hear her. Jason slices your binds and picks you up. He holds you with a strong painful grip yet you don't feel it. He raises the blade to your neck and cuts a slit. Now you feel it. He raises the weapon again and digs the matchete into your neck, blood starts to splirt out and the pain is unbearable. He digs it in so it sticks in. He brings you to a room with a board that says; JASONS GAME on it. You get sat down. Jason brings Marie next to you. Marie starts to tell you the rules, basically you have to dodge attacks and not die. You feel more pain but not the pain your about to feel. You feel like if you wedge the weapon just a little bit more it will all be over no pain no game just over.
Player: Play JASONS GAME.

Player: Breath in releif
DM: You exhale deeply, so deep that even a deaf person could hear it. Too deep, in seconds a loud sound is heard, and as you look you feel pain. You then hear a loud RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP, as the matress above you is split in half and a matchete is stuck, in YOUR body. You try to scream but only make a small "ugh" as you fade away. Death: Impaled'Man, that killer loves his matchete'

Player: SW
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Player: Keep it off.
DM: You decide it is better to leave it off. Better not to attract attention. You walk away and see a silver object.
Player: Go to it
Player: Follow the tracks.
DM: You follow the track untill they stop at the doorway of the next cabin. You open the door and call for help. No answer. You call again. This time you get a hushed whisper."Tony?""S-Samuel?" You ask. You get a groggled answer. "Yeah, t-t-turn on the light so I can see you." Samuel says. You obediently turn on the light and are horrified as you turn. You look at Samuel and notice something isn't right. You see that half of his body is gone leaving only the torso, arms, and head. "Samuel you-your." You stutter. He looks at you and spits out blood."Jason's mad at you." Samuel said."Jason?" You ask."You didn't follow the rules, you didn't play his game." Samuel says ignoring your question."Game, Jason wh-what are you saying?" You ask."Now you must die, just like poor old Tiffany." Samuel points up. You look up and scream at what you see. You see Tiffany's head stuck on a whirling ceiling fan. You scream again and Samuel points to you. Loud heavy footsteps are behind you. You turn around annd see Jason/The Killer. You jump as Jason pulls the carpet out from under you. You slpip and fall onto the hard wooden floor. Jason opens a hatch open that was conceiled by the carpet. You cry out as he pulls out a chainsaw from the hatch. Jason turns the motor on and walks towards you. You crawl back but hit a wall. You see black as he hacks you open. Death: Hacked open

DM: Marie leans close and whispers; " You got this, you'll be great." You already decided."I'D RATHER GO TO HELL!" You scream. Jason turns around to see you dig the matchete further and pull it out. Everything goes black almost immidietly. Death: Suicide
Player: End Your Misery

Player: Go to the right of M
DM: You swerve the saw only get hacked by the saw. GAME OVER"Tip:" Jason is facing opposite and Marie is facing your back which is your direction."
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Player: Sidestep him.
DM: You easily sidestep and outpace him. You are so close you can hear the sirens. You yell for help wishing for cops. You are about to make it when you trip straight over a branch. You get disoriented a little. A pair of strong hands grab you. You squirm and kick and punch. You do everything to get out of it's grasp. You finally yell. Then a soft voice can be heard."Hey, hey kid it's all right." "No, Sammy an-and my o-other friends the-they're all dead." You stammer. He holds you and you look up. It looks like a man with caring eyes and he has little wrinkles on the corners of his eyes from smiling too much. You feel safe for once. Then you know you might just be alright. Win: Police EscapeYou escaped using the police escape method there is 1 more escape you can find and thanks for playing! This is the first game I have made and I hope you guys and gals enjoyed it. Again thank you so much for playing and I will enjoy making another book. Till then C'ya!

Player: SW
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DM: Your matchete hits the blade and decapitates you. GAME OVER'I put so many sentences explaining that you have a matchete in your neck yet you forgot, now look where you are.'
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DM: You quickly eat what's laid out in front of you and are able to confirm your assumptions were correct. This is the same food you were accustomed to eating. How lucky you are to find them!You feel your energy being restored. You see an eating utensil and attempt to make it move with your mind levers. It wobbles but you tire quickly and decide rest is needed. The food makes you sleepy and you slouch in your tiny chair. Slowly you begin to slide from the chair to the floor, under the table. After a series of long, slow blinks, you have a moment of clarity and personal agency.
Player: Allow your body to rest and succumb to your drowsiness
DM: Comforted by the sense of security the tiny table provides, you curl your tiny form into a ball and drift into sleep.Your dreams are intensely vivid, ranging from the interesting to the fantastic. From the start, your dreams are in familiar places and with people like your former protector. In the first within a series of dreams you were in the protector's space craft hopping happily from planet to planet. Gradually though your dreams morph into story lines with more disturbing twists, like when your protector's friends end up betraying him and trying to kill you. This is precisely what happened the last time you were both together and what started your adventure on the Pilchangk. Eventually the various dream plots culminate into one big, great surprise that jolts you awake and keeps your heart pounding.When you open your eyes, you find yourself staring at a key that's suspended above you from beneath the tiny table.
Player: Take key and head to the chest.

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DM: Leaning against the bar, the bartender touches your shoulder and hands you a drink. You explain that you have no money to pay for that and he chuckles."That good looking guy over there sent it," he says, nodding to his left (your right). You follow with your sight and see a handsome man waving at you. You return your eyes to the bartender and realize that he's quite pretty aswell.You haven't had any luck with strangers today, but you could some alcohol in your system.The bartender places the drink on the counter and leaves, it's a busy night.
DM: Having been robbed twice in one day, you don't feel confident enough to accept a drink from a stranger. You smile back at the guy and raise your glass towards him, but you don't drink it. You put your lips and pretend to have a sip before putting the glass back down.The bartender seemed to notice and raised a brow along with a curious smile.The mysterious drink-sending guy keeps eyeing you and you know you can only pretend to drink a couple of times before he realizes that you're not really enjoying the beverage. You ask the bartender to come over and so he does.You want to know about the guy but and the bartender says that he doesn't remember seeing that man before.That's enough of a warning for you.
Player: Don't fall asleep yet

DM: You are a Hero! Not a hero, but Hero with a capital 'H'! You will get to kill people and save monsters... Uh I mean kill monsters and save people, and do a bunch of fun stuff, like getting yourself killed by evil beings! Actually, you aren't a Hero yet. You are still a adventurer. You have to PROVE that you are a Hero before you become a Hero. Get what I mean? If you don't, don't worry about it, it will probably come to you In time. If you are smart enough.
Player: Huh? I don't understand...
DM: Seriously? If you didn't understand that, why are you even on this site?
Player: I'm sorry, I understand what you said, can I get back to the game?

Player: Or priest?
DM: Hope you like your class! (P.S When I first tried AQW, I selected this Class! But it kind of sucked so I created another account.)

Player: NO!! I"M DEAD FROM FALLING OFF A MOUNTAIN!!
DM: Okay, if you really insist then... THE AFTERLIFE You spend 10 seconds pondering what's going to happen... Then your soul gets tired of waiting and leaves for the afterworld. BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY

Player: Time for intro!

Player: Ouch
Player: I'm not afraid! I'll just spin in a circle and uh, walk on from the direction I'm facing!
DM: You close your eyes, spin a few circles, and take one step out.You fall into the crater you created, creating a mini crater in a crater! How cool is that?

Player: Yes! I need ALL the help I'm gonna get to fight the 13 lords of chaos!
DM: You decide to help Zorbak. You need all the help you can get to slay the Chaos Lords, and you are lost here with only the Moglin (Who appears to be delusional) to guide you. You slay slimes and Sneevils to get materials for his new staff. ''YAY!!! Uh, I mean Mehehe.'', says Zorbak when you get him the materials for his staff. He throws them into the air and Hey presto! A new staff! He somehow manages to stuff in somewhere and it disappears. You walk with him on your shoulders and he tells you where to go. On the way, he tells you more about the Chaos Lords. His directions lead you to a bookstore, called 'Book Wryms', where you see a Horc! OH NO! HIDE! Or see what he wants. Or draw your weapons and fight. --> slime staff

Player: *sigh* climb out of the crater... AGAIN

Player: Hide! It's a Horc... With specs?
DM: You dive into a pile of bushes nearby... But the Horc has seen you! Zorbak manages to hide more successfully than you do, so you only have two options. You want to fight the Horc or talk to him? Hurry, he's walking to you!
DM: You draw your weapon(s) but the Horc disarms you. Warriors can fight him without weapons Wizards can cast a fireball Rogues can draw hidden daggers out and fight Priests can pray or fight using skills taught to you Or you can just hope he doesn't do anything bad to you.
Player: OH GOD! PLEASE HELP ME!
DM: You pray, but nothing happens, so you charge at him, fists flying.He dodges all your attacks until you become tired and stop.He then says 'I'm not going to harm you, i'm going to give quests so you level up fast!'Help him or try to defeat him?

Player: What are Moglins? (Info)
DM: Moglins are an intelligent race of creatures that inhibit the world of Lore. These adorable(?) little critters come in an array of different colors and have large distinguished ears, stubby arms and legs, and sport a long, softly curved tail. Moglins hold a significant role in the balance between Order and Chaos. Why do such little cute things always hold such secrets? Generally, Moglins are carefree and friendly, offering a helping paw to any hero who needs assistance. Some Moglins, however, can be grouchy, have a horrible temper, or are just pure evil. Throughout your travels in Lore, you will encounter many Moglins of all shapes, sizes, colors, and demeanors. [COPIED AND PASTED FROM THE AQW WEBSITE]
Player: More about Zorbak...
DM: Zorbak: A dark Moglin mage who loves to dabble in necromancy and plans for world domination. He enjoys long walks in the cementary and casual conversation. On his draining attack, Zorbak can actually paralyze your enemy! He describes himself as a "100% Ebil Moglin" Note: He is not EVIL, merely EBIL. There's a huge difference.
Player: Back to the story...

Player: Ahhh!!! I NEEDS MOGLIN HELP NOW
Player: The Chaos Lords(more info)
DM: The Chaos Lords are powerful beings made by Drakath, the ultimate bad guy of the game. There will be 13 of them and the first(which you are planning to fight) is Escherion, a being with the power to invert stuff. Escherion carries the Staff of Inversion, which he uses to invert stuff. Escherion without the staff is still very powerful, and it'll take more than just you and a bunch of NPCs to take him down. This game will only cover up to the beginning of your quest to kill Escherion.
Player: Back to the game
Player: FIGHT!!
Player: True warriors fight with or witout weapons!!
DM: You take him on, without weapons.You swing a punch at him but he dodges. You jump up and try to kick him but he evades you. this carries on for quite some time, until he says 'Wait, stop! I not bad guy! I give you good quest, you level up!'Hmm... Carry on fighting or believe him?

DM: You back up fast, realising how blind and vulnerable you are, in fog and outnumbered more than twenty to one. You wish your helmet had infrared filters, but as extensive as the armour is, a line had to be drawn somewhere...You find yourself out of the smoke and quickly ready yourself...
Player: Call in the 486th's artillery on the smoke
DM: You radio a quick bombardment request through to Tortoise up at the guns.The globs of plasma arc through the air, and splatter... Right in front of you.The accuracy of your artillery is not perfect, and the smoke they are aiming at it right in front of you.A few seconds later you see a glowing cylindrical charge growing in your field of vision as you watch the guns.It impacts. Your armour is stretched to the limit, you lose an item (erase an item of your choice from the chart) and your life is in serious danger as the plasma overloads layer after layer, a keg of TNT rather than the caps your suit was built to withstand. Your whole body is on fire. Pain is everywhere. (lose 10 health)
Player: If are still alive after this catastrophe, you will have to draw back a bit with the rest of the squad
DM: You go back a fair distance and get ready.Soon, they come stumbling through. You see flashes and beams, radiant in the darkness, as your squadmates open up. Your first target emerges, but is picked off by a squadmate before you can fire. You can now see several shapes, dark against the smoke. The few sources of light in the night sky make it hard to pick them out.
Player: Drop to the ground and wait, Sentinel. You want to remain unseen.
DM: You lie down on the short grass, your caution taking over. The darkness is now complete you will be safe there, and will be able to surprise them if they come close.You grit your teeth as you watch the plasma fly. Mostly it is impossible to tell where the plasma is coming from, but you feel very vulnerable, your skin and flesh feels pitifully weak when compared to the radiant fire of the energy storm.You cannot fire without giving away your position, so you watch, helpless, while your nearby squadmates struggle for their lives against the wraiths in the dark. Of course, to them we must seem exactly the same and worse, because we're defending...Suddenly a swarm of beams converge on a few nearby squadmates, which appear to be Savant and Radio. You give a silent cry of horror as you watch the energy close, visible yet faster than an oncoming train...
Player: If it is 6-10

Player: Back.

Player: I'm not going to back down now!

DM: Screw this job! You want a proper quest, even if it only invoves killing slimes and Sneevils! Hell, adventurers don't do decent jobs, much less Heroes! You say as much to Zorbak and with the Book of Lore, the 3 of you leave the bookstore, only to find Dogear arguing with a girl! 'I want my bookstore back! Just because you changed the name of the store doesn't make it yours! I just went to get stocks and you just take this as your store? Besides, Horcs can't run stores! Go fight or attack someone!' says the girl. 'Sorry Maya, I know I in wrong now.' Says Dogear. Dogear gives the girl the keys to the store. You can't help but notice how sad he looks. you decide to tell him about you going after the First Lord of Chaos, then invite him to join you. He accepts and you all leave the bookstore and go on, with Zorbak on your shoulders and Dogear beside you, the Book of Lore in his hands. A little while later, you see The Legendary Paladin Artix and the Ranger 'Robina the Hood'. You can't resist the lure of talking to epic legends like them and walk over... and that's when you see the giant crossbow they have. 'Thank goodness you are here! Bloodtooth the Dragon has kidnapped the Princess and is attacking the town of Battleon! (Or so we think....)!' says Artix when you greet him and Robina. It turns out that they were deciding who to send on the crossbow to defeat the red dragon. You have no choice if you want to be a Hero(and impress Robina who is quite hot too!).
Player: Who says I don't have a choice? I'm going to click THIS link right here and see what you can make me do! (WARNING: This link leads to th same place as the first link)
DM: You volunteer, and sit on the crossbow bolt that they are going to shoot, Zorbak STILL on your shoulders, and the Book of Lore under your armpit. Dogear decides that he doesn't like sitting on giant crossbow bolts. ('We didn't want to fight the dragon on that because its easy to slide off flying crossbow bolts, and its hard to aim the crossbow.' says Artix) 'Eww!!! Your armpits stink! Why don't you Heroes bathe or at least wash your armpits? That's why I like female Heroes better, they have GOOD personal hygiene, not like males who don't have any!', cries out the Book of Lore. You blush while Robina laughs. Artix tries to smell his armpit to see if it stinks too. Unfortunately or fortunately, he's wearing armour so he can't smell anything... Artix and Robina launch you and you fly into the air...
Player: IMMA WIZARD!!!(GO FIREBALL)

Player: Fireball time!
DM: You throw a ball of fire at him, but he's unfazed. You launch a shard of ice, he doesn't even slow down. This continues and you run out of mana. 'Sh*t!' you think,'He's gonna kill me for pissing him off!' Instead, he says' Me big, me strong, but me need help, i give you quest you level up!' (HEY! IT RHYMES!) Wow, he can talk! Help or not? Your mana has regenerated at this point, so you can try blasting him again.
Player: Horcs are always up to no good! Not helping! In fact, GO FIREBALL!

Player: Fight him! For glory!

Player: Attack the Princess!(OMG! I really am saving monsters!))
DM: Holy crap! YOU beat up a princess? What kind of hero beats up princesses even if they are controlled by the Cursed Ring of Dragon Control? On second thought, maybe you are actually justified for doing that because after all, she WAS under the control of the Cursed Ring of Dragon Control.. Anyway, you have no time to think about that right now. Because the dragon you are on is about to crash. Into a Tower You, Zorbak and the Book of Lore jump off right before the dragon crashes. The Book of Lore spits out a page and as the page touches the princess, she disappears. Meanwhile... Artix: 'AMAZING! That's how a REAL HERO handles a desperate situation!' Robina: 'Erm... by beating up a princess and crashing a dragon?' Artix: 'LOL, she will be fine, all the Hero did was destroy the Cursed Ring of Dragon Control. I wonder what King Alteon will give the Hero as a reward?'

Player: Stay! I want to help Artix!
DM: You stay and Artix doesn't say anything. You fight wave after wave after wave AFTER wave of undead but sustain small injuries. Eventually, you succumb to your wounds and fall to the ground. Artix clears many more waves of undead and doesn't notice that you have fallen until the undead are all... dead?'We did it hero! But King Alteon may have been attacked already! Let's go help at the castle!'When Artix doesn't hear a reply, he turns around and sees your sightless eyes.

Player: REWARD!!!(You mean I get a reward for beating up a princess? YAY!)

DM: OH MY GOD... Why do i even bother? DRAGONS ARE ALSO IMMUNE TO GODDAMNED ICE BLOODY SHARDS!!! Okay, your funeral. However, because the ice shard you blasted at the dragon is not a GODDAMNED ICE BLOODY SHARD but a normal one, you actually manage to freeze its backside, causing it to not know what's going on there. The crossbow bolt hits the dragon in its butt. It doesn't notice anything. Thank Lore you froze its butt first. You get off and walk onto the its body. It doesn't notice you. Then you see the Princess. On the dragon's head.
Player: What in the name of Drakath is she doing there?
DM: You walk up to the Princess and say 'it's alright now, Princess, I'm just going to take down this dragon and bring you home...' 'NOOO! GWET YOUR OWN DWAGON!!! THIS DWAGON IS MINE!' screams the Princess. Wait a minute... WHAAATTT? 'A BWUE MOGWIN GAVE ME THIS DWAGON!' You stare at Zorbak who looks at a nearby normal looking cloud as if it was special. She shows you a ring on her finger and you recognize it as a Cursed Ring of Dragon Control. It's a ring that allows the wearer to control dragons... and also controls the wearer as well because the Green Dragon Gorkon cursed it after breaking free of its control. 'MY DWADDY IS KING AND I'M SICK OF GWETTING PONIES FOR MY BIRWTHDAY! YAY DWAGONS!!' You stare at her in shock and disbelief... Then the Book of Lore says 'Well, what are you waiting for? Go save the dragon by beating up the princess!' You stare blankly at the book. 'Oh Lore, why in the name of the game do I get stupid Heroes?' moans the Book. then it leaps out and starts beating up the princess. Zorbak pulls out the slime staff from wherever he kept it and leaps to hit the princess too.

DM: You read Peter Cat. It's a wonderful tale of a cat who never grows who lives in a strange land. He has many adventures with kitten friends and blah and blah and blah. When you finish it, the librarian smiles, nodding. "Another book, sir?" Okay.
Player: Library
Player: Peter Cat
Player: Leave to Kitty City
Player: The new amusement park!
DM: You run into the new amusement park and buy a free ticket for only ten invisible bucks, cheap, right? You use the ticket to get onto the Spin-n'-hurl ride. You spin and spin and spin and spin and spin. Wow, when is the hurling? You are then hurled through the air and fly into a forest area. Uh-oh. "You know Joe, I don't think this ride is safe." "You said it, Steve." Now you're somewhere just because of that unsafe ride Joe and Steve made. You can blame them for your fall into the forest.

Player: Help her!(She's a damsel in distress!)
DM: You cut through several undead which gives her time to rest. The Book of Lore then summons a bunch of paper warriors to fight the undead. Dogear lays waste to the undead with his axe and you all fight your way through the swarm of undead, finally reaching the city gates. 'Thank you hero!' says Cleric Joy once you reach the city gates. She rushes off to help any unfortunates. You search a fallen knight nearby and get some keys to the gates! You unlock the gates and run in, only to see Artix and his axe, the Blinding Light of Destiny, sweeping through the undead hordes. 'Hero! there are only ten skeleton soldiers, eight ice mages and an undead giant blocking the path to the castle! The castle is under attack already! Go protect the king!' Shouts Artix as he destroys undead by the dozens. 'No! I can't leave you alone to fight against the undead!' You shout, killing some undead with your weapon/magic/daggers/light-based spells. 'GO!' Do you follow his instructions?

DM: Oh well, nineteen undead against your powers? Nineteen undead don't stand a chance. You blast fireballs at the ice mages, burning them to ashes. Two well placed explosions get the 10 undead soldiers down. Now... Where's the giant...? You turn, just in time to see it. It knocks you off your feet with one blow of it's giant sword. Then it turns and storms towards the book of lore! The paper soldiers that the Book of Lore spits out do nothing but gain it a few seconds. What will you do?

Player: Yes. Artix can handle himself.
DM: 'Go.' growls Dogear,'I will stay with the Paladin!.' 'I couldn't ask for a better helper.' says Artix. 'OK,' you say as you kill a couple of undead then run towards the castle. Then, blocking your way, just like Artix said, are ten skeletal soldiers, eight frost mages and a skeletal giant. Are you a warrior, wizard, rogue or mage?

Player: Warrior!
DM: You charge into the small knot of undead preventing you entry into the castle and cut down two skeletal soldiers with a single swipe of your sword. you cut left and swing right, destroying three more soldiers and then you barrel into the frost mages and destroy them. Zorbak casts some sort of undead mind control spell and uses it on the three remaining skeletal soldiers. The book of lore spits out paper which turn into paper soldiers upon touching the ground. The paper soldiers and Zorbak's undead minions take on the giant, giving you time to recover from fighting the mages. The last one slowed you down and you need to wait for the effects of the spell to wear off. While you are moving as slow as a snail, the paper warriors and Zorbak's undead soldiers were destroyed by the skeletal giant. It advances... towards Zorbak!
Player: Throw my dagger at its head?
DM: Because you are still affected by the frost mages' cold spells, you move very slowly. Zorbak sends a bolt of negative energy at it and the skeletal giant collaspes.'Gee, i didn't know i could do that! Uh, i mean 'MEHEHE, that stupid giant had it coming! Never mess with Zorbak the little blue moglin mage!'' You snap out of the cold spell and you, Zorbak and the Book of Lore enter the palace.

Player: I hear someone speaking over there.

DM: "I dunno either." The executioner says.
Player: "I hate my life. Do you?"
DM: "No." He says.
Player: "I dunno."
Player: "I'm your relief?"
DM: "Alright. My shift ends in 1000 years." He says."Youre kidding right?" You ask."No." He says seriously."Oh." You say.
Player: "I made love with your Mom."
DM: He says thank you.
Player: "I love you."
DM: "I hate you." He replies. Ouch."Help me!" A voice says behind him."Shut up you!" The executioner commands. "Man, I'm bored. I'm gonna kill you." Dang! You died!

Player: Invite her inside.
Player: No need for an excuse to drop by, although forewarning would have been nice.
DM: You ask her what she's up to, and she replies: "I was wondering if we could watch some TV together? Or if you're busy I could just gather myself a moment? I promise not to bother you."

DM: Welcome to your life as a vampire bat!You are still somewhat young, though you are not a pup anymore. That is to say, gone are the days when your mother went hunting and fed you.You have to hunt like your roost-mates (other bats) and consume at least half your body weight in blood every night. Here is the catch: Feeding is not easy at all. After 60 hours of fasting, you will not be able to preserve your critical body temperature, lose about a quarter of your body weight and eventually start starving to death. You will almost certainly die after 70 hours without food."LIFE" shows how many hours you have left until the starvation.
Player: Got it, let's go feeding!
DM: You go hunting with the others.Leaving the denser areas of the forest behind, you eventually arrive at a clearing full of cattle: Perfect!What will you do now?
Player: Bite a cow! Bite a cow! Bite a cow!
DM: You fly over the cow you spotted.To avoid inflicting pain as much as possible is crucial. So, you make a quick incision by using your teeth. The process seems successful, and the cow does not cause so much difficulty as you feed on it.Your saliva contains some compounds that maintain the blood flow from the bite wound. You lick the blood for about 25 minutes.*lick lick lick lick lick**slurp**mmmhh* You are full.
Player: Go back to your roost.
DM: It was a terrific night for you! ...However, one of your sisters seems to need your help. She failed to feed last night, and the situation is not better for tonight. After all, common vampire bats who are not yet two years old fail to find food on thirty percent of nights.She starts to groom you by licking you under your wing, then she licks your lips: It means she is asking your help.If you help her and share some of the blood you drunk by regurgitating, you will lose some of your food: That is to say, you will have fewer hours until starvation.On the other hand, if you do not help her, she will probably die.What will you do then?
Player: Regurgitate some of the blood and help your sister.
DM: Well done! You helped your sister, and it makes sense: Now she has one more chance and will be well and alive for the day.In terms of kin selection, you probably increased your indirect fitness. Of course, donating your food may not seem advantageous for your direct fitness at first glance, but remember that help can be reciprocal in the long term.In any way, you still have enough time to live.
Player: Sleep.
DM: You woke up and stood in the roost for a while.Now, it is time to hunt.

Player: Go into the classroom

DM: Sebastian, having sized up the fighter knew he was no match for her. His skill wasn't up to hers. She relaxed a bit and said conversationally, "You said your master sent you. Who is your master?""None o' yer damned business! Your meat!" He replied."Well, since I am going to die, I might as well know who killed me."The ruffian thinks, "Well, since yer gonna' die anyways. Master Generius has a reward for yer' head. Thirty Silvers. I get it all since ye' killed Broush.""I've never heard of Master Gererius. What's he like?""He runs the 'Hunter's Guild. He arranges contracts for different things, people, monsters, animals, treasures to be acquired, and the like. He's a big man in these here parts.""Nice. Who does he serve?" Sebastian said."No one, he serves no man, no kingdom. People come to him with jobs that need done and he makes sure his boys do them.""Thank you, I'll be sure to look him up. I suppose it's time to finish this.""Yeah, my Silver's awaitin."
Player: Kill Him
DM: Sebastian moves towards th center of the inn, where she has plenty of room to move. The ruffian, not getting good sense of her tactics follows her and they square off. She was tiring of the ruse so she pressed the attack, a quick feint to the head. He followed. She then juked to the right and sliced his swordarm.The blade fell.She growls, "You should have just walked away."Then her second blade hits his jugular. Blood spurts as she wrenches her blade free. Tossing the Barkeep an extra silver for the mess Sebastian strolls out of the bar to the stables and Arbalest.

DM: You continue looking around the basement, but can't find any rats. Do you still want to continue looking for rats or go into the storage area?
Player: Go into storage, maybe there are rats there...

Player: Examine the exhibit The Smythe Family 1930-1950
Player: Read the exhibit Skeletons and Wild Dogs 1950-1970
DM: In the years after World War II the island continued to suffer greatly. Most of the surviving population were women and children and gangs of feral wild dogs began roaming the southeast section of the island. In 1955 an American hiker called John Hall fell to his death near White Rocks. Reports of female screams and deranged laughter were reported near the ruins of the Smythe Manor, which was alleged to be haunted. In 1960 a mysterious skeleton was discovered in the southern part of the island in an area that now bears the name Skeleton Point. Gradually the darkness on the strange happenings ceased and the last sighting of a wild dog on the island was in 1970.

Player: "Don't worry, sweethearts. There's enough of me to go around. If anyone else wants a kiss, come on over."
DM: Oh, you are so slick! Laura looks a little grumpy, but no less than four girls take you up on your offer. After you've gotten sweet and sexy goodnight kisses from Cynda, Leslie, Sara and Miami, you bid them all "Sweet Dreams" and retire to your bachelor's suite, looking forward to Round Two.

Player: End your investigation of the crime scene by leaving the house
DM: You walk back out of the front door of House 66, your work there done. You think over everything you have discovered, including any possible clues, as you follow Habib towards the police van and step aside as she opens the back door. Sitting inside on a bench to the left are two nervous young men in casual clothes, jeans and shirts, while a silent policeman sits opposite them on a bench to the right. Sending the policeman off you and Habib sit down opposite the boys and Habib introduces you to each other.Richard Williamson is a tall, handsome boy with black hair, a nervous smile and a generally fidgety manner. His companion, Thomas Thorpe, is even taller, practically a giant, and has to sit hunched below the van's low ceiling. He has red highlights in his brown hair, is looking fixedly at the ground and seems profoundly uncomfortable. Both young men also seem to still be pretty hung over from last night, exuding a strong smell of alcohol and smoke (despite Thorpe looking freshly showered) and both have grey tired lines under their eyes."Alright, who do you want to start with Inspector?" Habib asks you taking out a tape recorder, clicking it on and reading out the interview details and time.
Player: Interview Williamson
DM: Williamson licks his lips and smiles nervously at you as you turn to him.
Player: Ask Williamson if he can identify the body in the Maintenance Room
DM: Williamson grits his teeth, looks at the van floor and shakes his head."Well there's not really much to identify is there?" he asks after a long pause. "All I saw were some legs, erm, some feet and er, a head, well not even... not even...not even that." He grits his teeth and resolutely shakes his head. The usually talkative Williamson has nothing else to say about this.
Player: End the Interviews

Player: You run for the door again
DM: You run for the door again! You've got to get out of here. However, like the first attempt, the demon throws you back and then pounces on you wrapping it's claw like hands around your throat tightly. You can't breath. "I didn't tell you to leave yet, did I?" He hisses, as his eyes glow red from anger. You try to scream but no noise comes out. "Did I?!" The demon hisses.
Player: Tries to fight him
DM: You try to fight him, but epically fail. He breaks your arms so you can't do much anymore. He then, with an evil smirk, finishes you off. Sorry, but you've lost. Please click "the beginning" to start over, otherwise, this is the end of the game for you. Please leave your comments, and thanks for playing!
Player: You freeze and just sit there

DM: You stick with the Nelson Gang and two months after the Grand Haven fiasco you drive into Brainerd, Minnesota. This time Jimmy leaves you in the car while he leads Homer, Tommy, Eddie and Chuck into the bank. You sit tight for ten minutes drumming your fingers impatiently on the dashboard until finally your companions emerge. There is no sign that the alarm has been raised.Suddenly Jimmy does an inexplicable thing. He raises his machine gun and fires a burst of bullets into a shop front across the street, making the people inside dive for cover. Striding towards the car he continues to fire at shop fronts and cars grinning before jumping in the car after the others and all of you drive out of town. You are not convinced Jimmy is completely mentally stable.The Gang has escaped with $32,000, making your share $5,300. Jimmy decides that you should all split up: Chuck and Tommy will drive down to San Antonio, Texas and hide out while Jimmy, Eddie and Homer will go to St Paul, Minnesota. In the papers you read how John and Harry succeeded in busting your friends out of prison where they have formed a gang and started robbing banks but as you have no idea where they are or how to find them you'll have to hide out with one of the halves of the Nelson Gang for now.
Player: Go with Jimmy, Eddie and Homer to St Paul
DM: You decide to hide out with Jimmy, Homer and Eddie and the four of you check into apartments in St Paul. In December you are joined by Tommy Carroll who fled San Antonio after being tracked down and shooting two lawmen in a gunfight - Chuck Fisher was not so lucky and was arrested at his apartment. You and the other four remaining members of the Nelson Gang agree that you should lie low and wait to pull off more bank robberies next spring.The following spring you read how John Dillinger and all his gang have been arrested, happily he soon escapes from prison and together with his friend Red Hamilton want to join forces with the Nelson Gang. A meeting is soon arranged between you all.

Player: Keep holding your breath.
Player: Take a deep breathe.

Player: Leave this stinkin' place
Player: Liquid Labs
DM: Liquid Labs is a weird greenish building far away from the other buildings. You see a sign outside of it. Want Potions? Come on over to Liquid Labs and the Master will Brew Something Up for you! * Bring your own ingredients if we don't have 'em! Okay... When you walk in, you see a strange twitchy looking kitten standing over a high-tech cauldron looking device. "You! I can sense deep in your heart and soul that a human making potion is best for you. You must bring me only one ingredient. Since I obtained this rare flower from Earth, a Rose, and tongues of Beasts, and hideous viper panda fangs, you must give me only one ingredient, and that is chocolate." Chocolate... Hmm...
Player: Anti-Knife Society Building
Player: Pizza Shop
Player: Kitten Village Travel Agency
DM: You walk in. The kitty at the counter, obviously bored, says " Hello, where do you want ta go?" You look at the list of bus destinations. There's only Mitten Village and Kitty City.
Player: Kitty City

DM: Eventually it stops. You try to speak, but no sound comes, even as you can feel your voicebox vibrating. Then, as if a volume knob had been turned, the world gets louder. You realise your throat is sore.You look at Harridan."Glad we got through that."You can't think of anything else to say. Your head is all... fuzzy.
Player: Foothold
DM: The hiss of silenced shots and the hum of plasma fills the air as incandescent beams erupt from the long grass in front of you. The Taktat Empire's stormtroopers have crept very close and are now trying to make you take cover before they charge."Contact!""They're coming in, get ready!""501st reporting contact with enemy infantry.""This is it!"You drop to the ground as you hear a dart whooshing over your head. Harridan lets loose a barrage of plasma from around the corner of a log.You still cannot see the stormtroopers, but they must be getting closer. The Taktat mammoths are drifting further away, their jobs done for now.You then spy long-nosed rifles poking through the green shroud. You blink as a laser sight passes over your eye.
Player: If Psych is not healthy and you do not have a rifle, Or you do not wish to use it, you must take cover.
DM: You drop to the ground and crawl behind a large rock, slowly bringing yourself up into a crouch to ready yourself. Beams of coherent light whizz past your rock and incinerate small patches of soil. You are being supressed and are unable to support your squadmates.Pick a number from the Random Number Table. If Nemo is healthy add 2 to it. If Psych is healthy add 1 to it. If Dozer is still healthy add 1.

Player: Go to a bar and have some drinks
DM: Why would you decide to do nothing?!The car hits your legs and breaks your bones, you roll over the roof of the car and end up in a weird splattered shape on the floor.Maybe you'll survive...? No, you bled out.You died. Congratulations!

DM: The dust raised by the explosion clears and King Alteon and Sepulchure look up from their battle. King Alteon and Sepulchure:'DRAKATH!?!?!?' Drakath hammers into both King Alteon and Sepulchure, sending them crashing into a wall each(and ruining King Alteon's throne room). King Alteon: 'What..!?' Sepulchure rises and charges at Drakath. Sepulchure: 'FOOL, YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT IS ALREADY UNDEAD' Drakath: 'Oops, sorry, my bad.' Drakath charges at Sepulchure, smashes his chest plate and takes out a shiny red orb from where his heart should have been if he was human, then withdraws. Sepulchure rises and says 'I AM DARKNESS... I AM DOOM... NO FORCE IN THIS WORLD CAN DESTROY WHAT I AM! LONG UNLIVE THE SHADOWSCYTHE!' Sepulchure moves to kill Drakath... but Drakath smashes the red orb and Seplchure's blade falls out of his hands, his body parts slowly detatch and fall to the ground. A wave of dark energy rises from the armour of Sepulchure and breaks through the ceiling of the throne room. Back at shadowfall... Gravelyn sees her father die and screams 'Father... NOOOOOOOOOOO!' with a tear in her eye. Drakath hears the shout and sees her on a balcony on Shadowfall. Gravelyn sees her father's killer and shakes with anger. 'Sepulchure has a daughter? Amusing...' Drakath then hurls a orb of chaos at Shadowfall, causing it to crash into the side of a mountain. 'The battle between good and evil is over... Now begins the AGE OF CHAOS.'
Player: That settles Sepulchure, what happened to King Alteon?
DM: King Alteon: 'What is happening to me...!? Drakath... What have you done!?' Drakath: 'Heh. Not feeling like yourself, king? You and this pathetic Hero can't stop what I'm about to do to your world. Watch as me and my 13 Chaos Lords destroy all that you love. I will save you two for the last. Enjoy the show! HAHAHA!' Drakath flies off. Then suddenly, King Alteon turns pale. 'Cleric... I... need...' You immediately rush back to find Cleric Dawn at Swordhaven, and find her healing a wounded man. You tell her about the king and she rushes off to save the King. You wander around Swordhaven. Dogear and Artix appear and tell you how much fun they had killing undead and you all try to outboast each other. When it becomes clear that they have killed more undead than you, Zorbak and the book of lore combined, you make them jealous by saying that YOU saw Sepulchure get destroyed. You all come to the agreement that they killed more undead but you saw more interesting things. You all help rebuild the town. One month later... 'Hero, the King wishes to see you.' You quickly rush to the throne room, anxious not to keep the King waiting.
Player: What does King Alteon want?
DM: 'Hero... The recent fight destroyed my throne room utterly!! Go out and raise 1 million gold for me to rebuild the throne room!' 'Father, do be serious!' says Robina, entering the throne room. 'Alright, my daughter. Hero! I teleported Sepulchure's armor to a crypt but I have not heard from the knights stationed there for aThree days already, when they were supposed to report everyday. I fear that something has happened. Find out what happened and report back to me!' 'Father, I am going to accompany the Hero!' says Robina. 'Fine, just remember to pack your teddy bear okay? I know you can't sleep without it.' 'Father!' 'Heh, I was only joking, remember to use condoms, Hero!' 'FATHER!' You speak up, saying...
Player: 'As my king commands! When can I leave?'
DM: 'You have one week to prepare. Use your time wisely, Hero.' You decide to train on your skills and you spend every morning hauling rubble from the throne room and practicing with weapons. You then pray and meditate for two hours evey afternoon after lunch and spend the rest of your afternoon casting spells and learning magic. After dinner, you sneak around Swordhaven, practicing your stealth. When you finish your daily routine, you sleep for 7 hours before repeating your routine. A week later... You have achieved what few have. You are at least adept in the skills of all four classes. You tell King Alteon that you are leaving, then you and your companions journey to the crypt (Artix remains in the city to weed out all the undead), where you see a knight sprouting chaos eyes and tentacles outside (He is chaorrupted, corrupted by chaos). It tries to attack you but Robina places an arrow into its eye before it reaches you. You all enter the crypt and see dozens of kinghts, all chaorrupted, fighting each other, the chaos taint making them do so. Zorbak says 'Oops, shouldn't have gone along with the Hero.' and all their attention is suddenly placed on your group. Five Knights charge you while the rest go for your companions. Damn, shouldn't have brought Zorbak along.
Player: Attack!! A Hero never steps down from a fight!
DM: The knights try to rush you but you meet them head on and three of them falter in their charge. You easily dispatch the two coming at you. You ready yourself to fight the remaining three but before you can move, three arrows sail through the air and the three knights drop to the ground, dead. You and your companions easily dispatch the rest of the knights. 'Come, something's chaorrupting these knights! We have to check the basement of the crypt!' You shout and descend a flight of stairs that was covered by a carpet. You descend flight after flight after flight after flight of stairs, until you reach the area where Sepulchure's armour should be kept. You see the armour lying on the floor, the helm on top of the armour. There are a few chaos eyes on the armor, the armor must have chaorrupted the knights stationed here. 'MEHEHE. The great Zorbak has found the armour of Sepulchure, with no help from his underlings! Shall we bring this back to King Alteon or use it to further our Ebil goals?' Zorbak asks. The armor rises, as if controlled by something. DAMN! Zorbak seriously shouldn't have been brought along. You pluck off the helmet, and the armor collaspes again. Then a thought enters your mind... Hmm... YOU could use a new set of armour... and its barely damaged...just touch it up a little and its as good as new! You reach down to take the helmet to wear... 'NO HERO! DON'T!' shouts Robina as you put the helm on top of your head.

Player: Well that must mean you need to scream louder!
DM: "AAAAAAAAAAH!" you yell as loudly as you can. "HELP! HELP ME! HELP ME!"Your throat hurts a lot but that is not your main concern right now.You look outside the window. It's not far until the gro-
Player: Just wait more.
Player: Yell-ask them what the heek is going on.

Player: Don't wear it!
DM: You decide to listen to Robina. After all, it once belonged to Sepulchure and you don't know what it will do to you. You finish looking around the crypt and decide to return back to Swordhaven after that. On the way back, Robina teaches you how to use a bow. Your first attempts are comical and Zorbak, the Book of Lore and Dogear seem very amused by your failed attempts, while Robina tries hard to correct your aim and posture, among other things. You all make it back to Swordhaven without any incidents and you are a competent archer by the time you reach Swordhaven. Robina says something about meeting Artix at the Swordhaven inn and leaves. You and your companions head to the throne room and see King Alteon. You tell him what happened in the crypt, from the chaorrupted knights' attack to the re-animation of Sepulchure's armor. He listens intently and tells you he will get people to retrieve the fallen knights and try to cure them. King Alteon then dismisses you. Dogear says he wants to check out 'Pizza Castle', the new pizza place. Zorbak follows him. You decide to take a rest at the Swordhaven inn, where you see... Artix and Robina! You decide to talk to them (No, actually, I'm forcing you to if you want to carry on with the game).
Player: Talk to them... Make Artix jealous of your adventure in the crypt!
DM: You decide to talk to them but before you can say a word, Robina says 'Can you help me out?' You don't even think. you just say 'Yes!' 'Great! Umm.... You see, when you were talking to my father, I went to the sewers to take out some green rats and frogdrakes that were crowding up the area before coming to see Artix... And i accidentally dropped my back key to the palace. Also, when the undead attacked, many citizens hid their belongings in boxes in the storage room of the inn, but now the boxes are missing!' Before you can reply, Artix says 'Hey Hero! if you are helping Robina out, help me out as well by taking care of the remnants of the undead invasion in the graveyard! Some Necromancers are raising undead!' Damn... More quests... Do you help Robina first or Artix first? 'Help Artix first! Undead should be destroyed immediately or they become a great threat!' advices the Book of Lore. You can ignore it though, its just a talking book that has never been wrong... Or maybe you shouldn't, since its never wrong.
Player: Help Artix! Undead need to be destroyed quickly!
DM: You head to the graveyard where you see Necromancers raising skeletal warriors from the graves. Those bastards would disturb the eternal rest of the dead! You charge into the skeletal warriors, your weapon a blur as you wield it with the skill of a master. You nimbly dodge a few attacks and scatter the Necromancers with a few explosions. As soon as the Necromancers fall, the remaining undead collapse into piles of bones. Well, that takes care of Artix's quest. Time to go box-and-key hunting.
Player: To the Storage room of the inn!

Player: Wear it!
DM: You touch the helm and the armor springs to life! You hastily try to draw your weapon but luckily, before you have to fight it, Zorbak de-animates it. Picking the helm up, you wear it. A surge of power rushes through you and suddenly, you know your destiny. You are to finish what Sepulchure started and what Gravelyn will never finish. You have to wipe all Good from Lore. Then destroy Drakath and Chaos... On second thoughts, you will wipe all Good from the world, THEN join Chaos. You will be the greatest Doomknight to ever walk the surface of Lore... The Champion of Darkness. Zorbak seems to know what happened to you. 'Mehehe, the Hero has turned to Evil and Chaos! The stupid fool actually dared to wear the chaorrupted helm of Sepulchure, which turned him into a Chaotic Doomknight! I'm outta here, not even Ebil can save the Hero now!' Zorbak leaves, and so does the Book of Lore. You see Robina looking at you with concerned eyes. 'Are you alright, Hero?' 'I have known my destiny! I will destroy all Good and merge Evil and Chaos into EVIL CHAOS! Muahahahahahahaha!' 'Hero, you can't do that!' Suddenly, Dogear pounces on you, pinning your arms to the side and restraining you. 'Remove that Evil helmet! This is not you!'

Player: Listen to Dogear. Remove the helm.
DM: Dogear is right, this helmet is evil. You try to remove the helmet, but it refuses to leave your head. 'Arrgh! Get off my head!' You scream, then you realize that Dogear is lying to you! The helmet reveals that Dogear wants you to remove the helmet so HE can be the Champion of Darkness. Well, if he wants to be the Champion of Darkness, he has to beat the current one first!
Player: I will embrace my destiny! All who oppose me will die!
DM: Using your new powers, you push Dogear off you. He crashes through the ceiling and you hear his spine snap. An arrow bounces off your helmet. You raise your hand and blast Robina with a bolt of darkness. She dodges it and rolls away. You summon a blade of Darkness and charge towards Robina, deflecting two arrows that she sends at you. Right before your blade slices her into two, she rolls away again, and comes up with a blade of her own. Interesting, it seems like she won't go down without a fight. Oh well, you will kill her eventually anyway, so why not do it now before she gets a chance to become stronger? You swing your blade at her but she blocks it, you thrust it at her but she blocks and flashes you a riposte which you barely manage to block. She attacks you relentlessly and you have no opportunity to attack. However you notice that her attacks are slowing and that she is tiring. Ordinarily, you would be tiring too, but thanks to the helm, your energy is almost inexhaustible. You see an opening and take advantage of it. Soon, Robina is on the defensive again. You slash, thrust then parry. You can kill her with a riposte now.
Player: Kill her. She tried to kill you.
DM: You kill Robina with a riposte. That triggers something within you. Zorbak and the Book of Lore leaving. The death of Dogear and Robina being killed by you... The helmet! It has something to do with the helmet! You tear off the helmet, and immediately you realize that the helmet was influencing your thoughts. Shit. You are now alone thanks to one damned helmet. You make your way out of the crypt. With the way things have gone, you only have 3 options open to you now. Go to King Alteon and tell him of the events that have transpired. However, as you have killed his daughter and murdered a Horc, he can and most probably will execute you. Go and join Gravelyn and the Shadowscythe. However, Gravelyn may not accept you, as it might spark off a war between Good and Evil. She might just turn you over to King Alteon. Lastly, you can try striking out on your own and surviving and training. When you are done, you can try taking down Chaos on your own... That's retarded but it's a choice that will allow you to survive for longer.

Player: Go to King Alteon and hope he forgives you.
DM: You decide to hope for the best and go to King Alteon to explain things. On the way there, you contemplate what to say. However, you don't know what to say that can put you in a better light, so you decide to just tell the truth and hope for the best. Swordhaven soon comes into sight and you soon find yourself climbing the steps that lead to the throne room. 'Hero! You're back! What did you find at the crypt?' You explain the chaorrupted knights as well as Sepulchure's armor coming to life. Then King Alteon remembers your companions and asks about them. 'Shit' you think, you can't come up with a valid story so you tell the truth. How you saw the nice, shiny helmet and decided to put it on. How Zorbak and the book of lore left you. How you killed Dogear and Robina. And how you realized that the helmet was playing with your mind. When you are done, King Alteon looks at you. Then...'I understand that it was not your fault, Hero, but you killed my daughter! Guards! Drag him off to the prison cells to be executed!' Wow, you are about to be executed! Do you wait for the guards to drag you away or do you try to run?

Player: Help Robina! She asked first!
DM: You decide to help Robina first because she asked first... and Artix can handle the undead on his own right? Before you leave the inn however, Artix tells you that he needs to go to Doomwood for some errand. Oh well, the undead can wait while you help Robina. You decide to check the storage room in the inn first. You see boxes... and sneevils(who LOVE boxes)... and multiple objects that look like they were once belongings of people. You decide that you have to defeat and chase away ALL the sneevils so you can retrieve the belongings of the people. You have the option to go left or right. Blocking the passage to the left are two lil' sneevils. Nothing blocks the passage to the right. But you hear something that sounds... Robotic...
Player: Right! I'll just check out the robotic thing then go sneevil hunting!
DM: You head to the right... And see a sneevil box guardian and a sneevil operating a Sneeviltron 1000(the name is written on the side)! Its a big assed machine that wields a giant warhammer!You prepare to fight it but before you can do anything, sneevils pour in from the room's two entrances. Sneevil box guardians rush you.You take down a great number of sneevils, but the Sneeviltron 1000 and sneevil box guardians eventually overwhelm you.

Player: Go with the guards. I accept my punishment.
DM: You decide to accept your punishment and are kept in the dungeon for two hours before you see King Alteon enter the dungeon.For a moment you think that he might free you. Then you see the Golden Dragon Blade descend towards you. You wish you had never decided to become a Hero.

Player: Mmm... Armies... Power...
DM: You agree to become a Necromancer and Gravelyn decides to turn you now. As a black aura surrounds you, you realize that something is wrong.The last thing you hear is 'Oh crap! I mixed up the necromancery spell with the turn skeleton spell! I'm sorry, Hero!' Then your mind goes blank. You are now a skeleton in the great Shadowscythe army.

Player: Left! No Sneevil is gonna deny me passage to anywhere!
DM: You easily force you way through the two sneevils and you step past their bodies to enter the next room, where you see more sneevils. You kill them and move on, just to see more sneevils. Seven rooms and 100 dead sneevils later... You finally see a different sight from just sneevils. You see two sneevil Box guardians and the sneevil leader, Grizzlespit. Two well aimed ice shards take care of the Box guardians and you meet Grizzlespit in single combat. You kill him easily and move on to the next room... But what the next room contains shocks you. You see a Sneeviltron 1000(the name is written on the side)! At your current skill level, it can be defeated, but the fight won't be easy. Lucky for you that you already destroyed the horde of sneevils before fighting the Sneeviltron 1000. Oh well, lady luck shines on you. A few fireballs, elementals and axe-swinging later, you shift the boxes of belongings that have not been spoiled out to the inn. You then decide to leave for the sewers.

DM: You head to the inn's storage. When you reach there, you see boxes... and sneevils(who LOVE boxes)... and multiple objects that look like they were once belongings of people. You decide that you have to defeat and chase away ALL the sneevils so you can retrieve the belongings of the people. You have the option to go left or right. Blocking the passage to the left are two lil' sneevils. Nothing blocks the passage to the right. But you hear something that sounds... Robotic... Hmm... Decisions, decisions.
Player: Left! I'm not choosing robots over sneevils!
Player: To the Sewers!
DM: You head to the sewer sand wade through piles of shit, lakes of urine, mounds of condoms, assorted litter and... You see a discarded piece of paper that has a spell of Chain Lightning written on it! You memorize the spell and move on, occasionally fighting a greenrat or frogdrake. You wander around until you see a... worm? You see Robina's back key to the castle in its mouth, and attack. It makes a grumbling sound and you decide to name it Grumble. Grumble attempts to wrap its long body around you, so that it can crush the life from your body, but you kill it with your sword. Grumble grumbles before dying. Typical Grumble. You take the keys out of its mouth and decide to return to Robina for your reward.

Player: Run! It wasn't my fault that all this happened!

DM: One morning you drive up outside the New Carlisle National Bank and leaving Paul in the car you, John and William walk into the bank. You approach the lone cashier and draw your guns."Alright buddy, open the safe," John tells him with a smile.The cashier takes some keys, crosses to the safe and tries to open it but he is nervous and fumbles with the lock."He's stalling," William snaps to you and John. "Let me drill him."You shake your head. "Take your time," you tell the cashier encouragingly.Finally he gets the safe door open, as he does a female bank teller walks in. John turns and trains his gun on her."I don't want to hurt you," he tells her and indicates with his gun that she should get over by the wall. "You hadn't ought to come in the bank so early," he tells her with a smile.You make the tellers fill a sack with money and then lock them in the vault, walk out of the bank and hurry inside the car with Paul. As you drive away towards the state border to Indiana you count the money and find you have stolen $11,000, making each person's share $2,700. Your first crime taking you down the outlaw road has been a lucrative one.
Player: No going back now
DM: After the New Carlisle bank robbery you, John and the teenagers drive down to Kansas where you hide out in the town of Muncie at the apartment of a hard-drinking friend of William's called Harry Copeland. You lie low at the apartment while Harry and John commit a few local robberies and then begin planning to rob a bank in the little town of Daleville, Indiana.The night before the robbery Harry, William and Paul all drink heavily and on the morning of the planned robbery Harry is alright but William and Paul are too hung-over to go on the robbery. John decides to go ahead and rob the bank with just you and Harry but you are worried if three people are enough to pull the job off.
Player: Stay in the apartment with Paul and William
DM: You decide to stay in the apartment with the youths when John and Harry leave and begin frying some bacon in the kitchen. Barely five minutes after your friends leave there is a knock on the door. You go to answer it and find yourself confronted by four policemen with guns in their hands."Hands up," they bark at you.
DM: You take one look and slam the door in the face of the lawmen. While fists drum against the door you race across the kitchen, into the bathroom where you slam and lock the door and you quickly slide the window up. Standing on the toilet you clamber through, legs first, climb down until you are hanging from the window by your finger tips and with a deep breath you let go.You fall straight down about fifteen feet, landing in a crouching position in the apartment's parking area and quickly straighten up. You hear the sound of a car engine and glancing back you see John and Harry pulling their car out of their parking spot, racing over you throw open the door and jump in the back."Go, go, go," you pant. "The law are raiding the apartment."John steers the car out of the car park and you drive away. You drive to Indiana, hole up in a hotel and the next day you read in the newspapers that both William and Paul were arrested in the apartment and charged with bank robbery. After some discussion the three of you decide to go ahead with your plan to rob the Daleville Bank. Just two days after the raid you and John stroll into the bank, draw your pistols and train them on the sole bank teller behind the counter."This is a stickup," John tells her. "Get me the money honey."John leaps over the counter, strides into the open safe and quickly scoops up the money inside before you both lock the teller inside, stroll outside and jump in the back of Harry's car. As you drive out of town you count the money and find you have gotten away with $3,500, making your share of the money $1,100, not bad for a dishonest day's work.

Player: To Robina!
DM: You return to Robina and pass her the keys as well as tell her about the belongings in the storage. 'Perfect! Thank you, Hero! By the way, my father is looking for you. And here's your reward for helping me out!' Says Robina as she hands you one of her handcrafted bows. 'Thanks.' You say, slinging your new bow across your back. You go to King Alteon for your next assignment.

Player: No money offered - just a nice email pleading for help.

DM: You recoil from the meal and watch as Daddy's frown spreads like a poison across his face, the darkness in him growing into a deeper shade. Flinging the plate across the basement, he leans in until he is inches from your face and allows his sour breath to waft over you. You try and back away, but he lashes out and grabs your throat and cutting off air flow instantateously."You were always a little brat, Tess, but I thought you'd at least appreciate one kind gesture," Daddy picks you off the ground and you feel your blood struggling to get to your brain. "But what else can you expect from a child?"You drop to the ground, gasping and are barely able to move. Spots dance across your vision but you recover fairly quick. He's done worse. As you catch your breath, you see Daddy kneel down so he is closer to your level."You need to learn your lesson," he whispers into your ear and you can't help but shake your head, "But what should we do to rectify what you have done not only today but for the past eleven years since I rescued you from that poor family? How about you choose this time?""What... do you... mean..?" You barely manage to choke out."Pick your punishment, girl." He bears his teeth at you, his missing ones only furthering the intimidation.
Player: "Nothing! C-can we please just do nothing?"

Player: King Alteon's assignment
DM: 'Thank you for finding out what happened at the crypt, my best healers are now working to find a cure for the Chaos infection. Hopefully one day we will be able to save those knights from Chaos... Anyway, the more information we can gather about how Chaos infects, the better prepared we will be in our coming battles with Chaos. Recently, the wolves are ranging closer to town than ever before, and they are acting strangely. There have also been reports of a bear coming down from the hills - that hasn't happened in all my years. Please go into the forest and return with samples so we may better understand the progression of the Chaos infection. As the forest now seems Chaorrupted, I have decided to rename it 'Forest of Chaos'.' 'I will leave immeadiately.' 'No, leave in three days.' 'As my King commands.' You spend the three days training skills of all four classes, as well as shooting rabbits for your food. Finally, its time to head to the forest of Chaos. Dogear leaves you to go to Noobshire to visit his clan.
Player: Hmm... what will I find there?
DM: You head to the forest of Chaos but don't see anything... for the first five minutes. Then you start seeing monsters, or more accurately, Chaorrupted animals. You want to see if the plants in the forest have been affected but you see Chaorrupted wolves charging at you, maddened by the Chaos infecting them. You are stunned for a moment, until an arrow buries itself in the open maw of a wolf charging at you. You snap out of your daze and immediately react. You react by...
Player: Calling upon the light!
DM: You call upon the light... But the light only harms undead, demons and void creatures. The light doesn't affect the wolves and they leap towards you unhindered. You attempt to draw your weapon, but it's too late, you feel the fangs of the leading wolf tear into your throat. As your blood flows out of your wound, you see your companions fall, one by one. The Book of Lore summons its paper soldiers, but they are ripped into pieces by the wolves who also rip the Book of Lore into shreds. Zorbak blasts the wolves with bolts of necromatic energy, but they overwhelm him with numbers. You don't see them kill him, but a tuff of blue fur lands near you... You see Robina fending off and wounding wolves with her sword. Mercifully, you black out before you see her fall.

Player: List of Suspects

Player: Drawing a weapon!
DM: You draw your weapon, then charge into the pack of wolves charging towards you. You quickly draw a dagger to fight two-handed. By wielding weapons in both hands, you are able to lay waste to the pack. You don't take all the wolves out though. The Book of Lore summons paper soldiers while Zorbak sends bolts of necromantic energies at the remaining wolves. Robina shoots arrows with blinding accuracy and speed and soon, the wolves have been taken down. Fortunately, a few injured wolves have not died, so the Book of Lore spits out paper that turns into.a cage that entraps the fallen wolves. Whew, that was exciting! You and your companions travel deeper into the forest, searching for more chaorrupted animals. You see that some trees have been chaorrupted, with purple Chaos tentacles sprouting out of the trunks and Chaos eyes growing on leaves. You collect samples from the tree and try to get the Book of Lore to swallow the samples but it refuses.( 'What do you take me as, a storage bin?!?!') It then spits out paper that cause the samples to disappear when it touches them.

Player: Casting a spell!
DM: You quickly run through the spells you know and decide to cast a Chain Lightning. A bolt of lightning leaves your hand, leaving a tingling sense in your palm, and smashes into the leading wolf, electrifying it. It drops to the ground, fried. The lighning bounces to three other wolves, killing two and stunning the last. You follow up with a fireball, which burns a quarter of the wolves, then summon a earth elemental to fend off the wolves for a while. You follow up with a ice shard that freezes half the wolves. The Book of Lore summons paper soldiers while Zorbak sends bolts of necromatic energies at the remaining wolves. Robina shoots arrows with blinding accuracy and speed and soon, the wolves have been taken down. Fortunately, a few injured wolves have not died, so the Book of Lore spits out paper that turns into.a cage that entraps the fallen wolves. Whew, that was exciting! You and your companions travel deeper into the forest, searching for more chaorrupted animals. You see that some trees have been chaorrupted, with purple Chaos tentacles sprouting out of the trunks and Chaos eyes growing on leaves. You collect samples from the tree and try to get the Book of Lore to swallow the samples but it refuses.( 'What do you take me as, a storage bin?!?!') It then spits out paper that cause the samples to disappear when it touches them.

Player: Put your hand on Cynthia's

DM: Your home was a sprawling two story brick house in Sweetapple Park, a distance aways from mine. You always argued Sweetapple Park was prettier and livelier than Downtown. And you were correct. Houses were just cheaper Downtown.Do you remember saying how you and I were going to run away together, Zita? How we were going to get on the train to Central City and never look back. We were going to buy a farm and raise chickens. . .Of course you told me this one night when we both got way too drunk and just about did.But I still thought about it.And I thought about the fact I hated this house because it reminded me of Murdock.I asked why you kept his name. You said for appearances. I think I wept the night of your fifth wedding anniversary.But I digress.The house was empty, cleaned of any reminisence of you. Murdock seemed intent on getting rid of all your belongings strangely quickly.I thought it was positive pockycock, and mighty suspicious.The door was locked.
Player: Open the doors to the cellar
DM: I shouted and stumbled back into Oberon as the cellar doors flew open.He said, How convenient.I straightened myself and walked towards the cellar. Why the cellar, Zita? Would I find your limp body in there? Murdock's limp body? Some other limp body? Gods I hoped not!Being the stoic gentleman he was, Oberon held out his hand for me as I descended the stairs into Zita's Creepy Cellar.I clutched a fistful of my skirts in a hand. The stairs creaked with every step. Although when Oberon stepped, he was silent. I supposed perhaps he didn't have feet at all.It was pitch black. The ground was cold and dirty. It smelled of dust and mildew.The doors slammed shut behind us and I might have screamed that time.Oberon said, My apologies."It's quite swell, my soul has already left my body," I said.That is not true.I felt around and took ahold of his robes."Please excuse my clutching of your cloak, Oberon. I can't see," I said.Humans and their lack of night vision, he mused.I never thought I'd find myself in the dirt cellar of my dead lover's house with the Grim Reaper at my side. But there was Oberon and I.I had grown rather numb to this all. But at least I was no longer sulking at home, Zita!
Player: Break a bottle of wine
DM: Bird bumps chilled my skin and I felt faint when a bottle crashed somewhere in the dark. This attic was old and grey and the window let only one bright stripe of light into the room.You were becoming violent in your attempts at speaking to me, Zita. I forgave you but I was still on edge.I smelled the distinct sweetness of your favorite red wine, before it dripped into the window's light and formed a pool in the middle of the room.It was as if the liquid no longer obeyed any Earthly physics, formed a perfect circle on the floor.I watched in horror. I couldn't gauge Oberon's reaction in the dark, but he grew even more silent than usual.I ducked my head and turned into Oberon as the hanging ceiling light came loose and shattered against the floor, right in the middle of that pool of blood. . .I meant wine. But I knew what you meant, Zita.My heart pounded out of my chest and I screamed as the light shattered.

DM: You go down the left path. There there's light, there has to be people or some kind of civilization. Though, in hell, is it really wise? You start having second doubts, but at least with whatever lighting you can finally see somewhat of where your walking. The gets brighter and brighter the more you approach it. You realize the light is actually fire. And then you see it. The dead bodies and skulls everywhere down the path's side.
Player: You continue carefully down the path towards the fire
DM: You continue carefully down the path towards the fire. When you arrive there, you see it's a big open place with fire surrounding it. You also see the demon from the room in the middle of the fiery place relaxing on a chair. He smiles at you and motions you to come to him. Meaning, walk through the flames to the center.

DM: You shoot, and watch as the arrow cuts through the air. As it gets closer to your target, you find yourself willing it to find its mark. The bear's head is still thrashing, and your arrow seems to miss its mark entirely, flying towards the space where the head was moments ago. However, the bear's head whips back and your arrow lodges itself in the eye, blinding it. Its much easier to capture when blinded, and the Book of Lore does it's 'teleport things into itself' thing. You explore and wander around the forest for a while, and realise that Chaos spreads slowly but once something is Chaorrupted, it usually stays that way. Hmm.. it seems like the the Chaos infection is more serious that expected. You return to Swordhaven, and go to the castle, where you see the start of a new order of knights, 'The Knights of the Pentagonal Table'. Apparently, Artix went to Doomwood to get permission from Lightguard to form the new order. You socialize for a while, then go to the throne room.
Player: Back at the throneroom
DM: You step into the throne room, and see King Alteon conferring with his advisors. You wait quietly until King Alteon notices you. He waves his advisors away and talks tro you. 'Thank you for capturing all those animals in the Forest. Now my people will feel safer going into the forest, and my healers will have more specimens to study.' 'It was nothing, my King.' 'Go take a rest, Hero, when I have need of you, I will call you.' You leave the throne room, and decide to explore Swordhaven.
Player: Swordhaven
DM: You walk around Swordhaven, and see plenty of empty houses. The pet shoppe is empty, but you see a barber at the barber's. You take the opportunity to get a haircut. You then go to the helm shop, where you see a Armorer, a helm smith. 'The attacks have ended, Swordhaven is safe... for now. Take this time to shop for helms, and create a new look!' You buy a helm, mostly because it makes Armorer happy. He gives you some advice. 'Go to the Trainers at Battleon, they can make you stronger. Each Trainer is a master at their various class.'
Player: Stand there and wait. They have to stop eventually.
DM: You stand and wait. They continue fighting.

Player: I don't need Trainers!

Player: What's going on?
DM: You turn to the Book of Lore for answers, and it tells you that no one has ever learned skills of all four classes. 'Legends foretold that only the one Hero will be able to learn the skills of the four classes, to take down the Chaos that has always been lurking on Lore.' Before you can reply, the Trainers introduce themselves. 'I am Metrea, the master rogue trainer.' 'I am Thok, the master warrior trainer.' 'I am Arcana the master mage trainer.' ' I am Juvania the master healer trainer.' 'Your skills are not bad for one who has the foundations of all four classes. We will hone your skills, and you will eventually surpass all, even us.' They say in unison. Your brutal training commences that very hour. You spend the first blissful hour crossing swords with Thok, exhausting your mana by casting light spells and summoning multiple elementals with Arcana and Juvania, then hiding from Metrea in an open field. The second hour, you lug huge boulders around, blast magic at it, refresh yourself constantly, and juggle daggers while hopping on top of it. This carries on for a month, and you know you are stronger, doubled your mana capacity, and can move almost anywhere without being seen. Oh well, hard training does pay off. You want to stay longer but... the Trainers chase you away, in the middle of the night! Metrea sneaks into your room, and packs all your stuff up. Juvania and Arcana then restrain you, and Thok hoists you over his shoulders, and dumps you outside the house. Metrea throws your belongings out after you. The Book of Lore stays inside the house. So much for student-teacher bonds. You fall asleep outside...
Player: You feel something hitting your head...
Player: Wander to the south...
DM: You decide to head south, and after traveling for five minutes, you see a clearing, where you see a red Moglin! 'Hiyas! Twilly is happy to see a brave adventurer like you in town, because I need some help! That nasty Zorbak stole my special staff, and i can't heal anyone without it! I can make a new one, but i need a branch from the magic treant at the farm first. Can you help Twilly out?' Do you want to help Twilly out?

Player: Nah, I'll go back to Battleon

DM: My parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to camp for the summer. "Camp Happy Trails" was the name, and it probably isn't as "happy" as it sounds. I don't have any camping experience, so I figured "why not?" The camp sent us a personal cab driver. I put my suitcase in the trunk and hopped in the backseat. As soon as I close the door, the cab driver drives off. The cab driver had an odd accent. "Do ye have enough to pay the fee?" He talks as if my parents didn't pay admissions. "No? I'll just have to make ye walk the plank then! Yar har har!" I start to wake up as we come to a rolling stop in front of the admissions office. I get out quickly, and the cab driver sends me off with this "Welcome to "Camp" har har!" He drives off... with my suitcase still in the trunk. I have nothing but the clothes on my back and a few dollars.
DM: Since he dropped me off in front of the Admissions Office, I figured that's where I had to go get things straightened out. There was a friendly woman at the counter with a nose that looked almost like a beak. Her name was Shelly. "Welcome to Camp Happy Trails Admissions! You must be Lana, the new tenant." She looked at me with hungry eyes. I got uncomfortable. She told me that a fellow named Booker was the one who owned the camp and would help me get settled. He has even set up a cabin for me. She handed me a map and I left admissions.
Player: Go to Booker's Shop
DM: I whipped out the map to find Booker's Shop. I tried keeping an optimistic attitude; maybe it won't be so bad? When I walked into Booker's Shop, it looked like a run down shack. There weren't many items to buy. Much like my cabin, it was dusty and full of cobwebs. Booker greeted me. "Welcome! You decided to finally show up, eh? Well, no time to waste, put this shirt on. You need to look professional." He handed me a worn out shirt with a "B" in the back. I'm guessing it was my uniform. Seeing as there was no back room to change, I threw it on over my other shirt. "Good! Now you look like a real employee. Alright, I have a series of tasks for you. I'll be nice and let you choose which one to do first."

Player: Talk to two ladies, who are sitting outside the inn
DM: You bravely venture over to where you see the two ladies, one who has pointed ears and a huge axe which she slings over one shoulder with ease. She sits on a chest and has a few bags of gold by her. The other has huge earrings, and daggers by her. You decide to introduce yourself, and the Book of Lore. The one with the axe introduces herself as Ballyhoo, and the other as Valencia. 'Hey, I have this magic chest that gives free gold and items, would you like some, Hero?' says Ballyhoo. You agree and get 500 gold from the chest! Valencia looks like se wants to say something, so you say...
Player: 'Can I open the chest again, Ballyhoo?'
DM: Ballyhoo nods. You open the chest again to get even more gold. This excites you, and you just keep asking to open the chest. Nothing can pull you away from the magic chest, and you spend the rest of your days opening the chest.

Player: 'Yes, Valencia?'

Player: Wander to the east...
DM: You wander to the east and see... Zorbak! 'Hey you lil' blue Moglin, what are you doing here?' 'Grr... thinking about it makes me angry! I was ABOUT to finish my bone collection, but Jack Sprat the Big skeleton always steals my collection. I need to guard the last piece I have left, so SOMEONE should go help his blue Moglin master get the bones back.' 'Me? No way am I going to do that! Why don't you just go to the inn and meet me there? We'll defeat Escherion together and you won't be needing your bone collection.' Zorbak agrees, and hops off the tree stump he was on, heading towards Battleon.
Player: You head back to town...

Player: Surely one object wouldn't hurt....
DM: You take a Zephyr Robe, and you can feel the power it infuses you with. you place a rock on where the robe was placed, and leave... Or rather, you try to leave, but as you step out of the door, the door glows blue, then a thousand magic bolts slam into you. You are dead before you hit the ground. 5 minutes later... Warlic the Blue Mage returns to his shop and sees a charred figure on the ground. He goes into his shop and sees that the Zephyr Robe is missing. 'Damn, I forgot to set the security level to stun. What a waste of my Zephyr Robe!'

Player: No
DM: 'Sorry, I''m busy... check with me again in 5, maybe 10 years.' You leave quickly, citing some lame reason.
Player: You return to Battleon..

Player: Yes!
DM: You travel to the Farm, and go deep, deep, into the fields, until you see a treeant. You go up to it(stupidly) and ask it for its branch. It swings a branch at you, but you dodge. After a long, intense battle in which you dodge and block its attacks without hurting it, you burn it up with a Fireball. The only thing that survives is a branch. You pick it up and return to Twilly. 'Thank you, Hero! Now Twilly needs a little more help! The nights here in battleon are cold, mostly because Twilly stands out here on this stump all night. Twilly has a magic log which will keep Twilly warm all night but Twilly need some magic hay to start fire with. The scarecrows at the Farm are full of the stuff! Bring Twilly a handful of magic hay please!' Twilly then changes the magic branch into a twig-like staff. You decide to help Twilly, and go to the farm again. You freeze all the scarecrows, and start patting them down for magic hay. You eventually find it, and go back to Twilly. 'WOW! That's great! Thank you sooooooo much! Now, do you know how to light magic hay on fire?' You decide to teach Twilly how to cast a Fireball spell and you soon have a proficient student. When you tell Twilly you have to leave, he asks where you are going, and decides to join you in your quest when you tell him. You tell him to wait at the inn while you go explore the town. He agrees.
Player: Back to town...

DM: You go to the Guardian Tower, and see a Dragon shaped hole in it (remember the dragon you crashed earlier? Oops). You try to enter, and see two... Guardians guarding the door to the Guardian Tower. You see a sign that says 'Guardian Tower closed for Repairs.' so you distract the two Guardians by summoning a weak elemental and then using it to lure the Guardians away. You then sneak in. When you enter, you see a bunch of Guardians. You act like you belong and no one questions you or your right to be there. You walk up the stairs and look around. You see a locked door, with the sign '-Locked- Arena floor being repainted' As you descend the stairs, you see a
Player: Back to town then...
Player: Guardian Tower

Player: Ask if you can work for your room
DM: You decide to ask Yulgar if you can work for your rooms, and he says 'Well, I'm glad you asked. The inn basement needs a little cleaning before the Health inspector from Swordhaven gets here, clear the basement of the green rats and I'll give you free rooms for the night. Let's keep this on the down low alright?' You agree, and decide to go exterminate the rats alone.
Player: The basement of the inn
DM: You go to the basement, and start exploring. WOW, it sure is bigger than you thought! You stumble about blindly, trying to find some stupid rats to kill so that you can get a free room for the night. You wander about and see a door labeled 'storage'.' Do you want to go in or continue searching the basement for rats?
Player: Continue looking for rats( 'Storage' sounds boring)

Player: No

Player: Ask Ballyhoo for some gold from her Magic Chest!
DM: You decide to ask Ballyhoo for some money, but she says she stashed her chest somewhere secret as she didn't want to lug a huge chest around. Oh well, looks like you have to work for your rooms!

Player: Go in!(Maybe there's something valuable there...)
Player: Blast it with fire!
DM: You panic, and send a fiery inferno at it, one that Arcana would have been proud of, immolating it and burning it to ashes within seconds, Your raging inferno does more than just killing the rat. It sets the whole room on fire. Yulgar has alcohol in in Strawberry Smoothies, and your inferno has combusted the alcohol in the smoothies. Before you can blink, the fire has already spread to the door. Oh well, at least the fire will kill the rats. Your main piority now is to escape the burning room, before you turn into dead meat, or rather, cooked meat. The flames are raging nearer now, you have to act before you're toast(or roast)! You have a few options: You could try casting a ice shard at the door. Hopefully, the flames will be quenched temporarily, giving you time to flee the room. Or, You could cast a arcane shield on yourself, then hope the flames don't beach your shield while you make your escape. Or, you could attempt to summon water elementals to put out the fire, saving the room(and the smoothies!), so Yulgar won't be too pissed at you for spoiling his smoothies. Lastly, you can just stand there and hope the flames don't consume you.

Player: Continue looking for rats
Player: The Marsh

Player: Calling on the light to help you?

Player: Shield yourself, then escape.
DM: You cast a shield on yourself, and charge the door. You can literally feel the flames licking at you. As you flee the room, you look back. The inferno you created pales in comparison to the fearsome blaze raging in the room. You decide that it would be prudent to leave the basement and get Yulgar to evacuate the inn. Yulgar evacuates the inn, and the you watch as it burns down in flames... You feel that you FAIL as a hero, and decide to leave the pesky business of killing the Chaos Lords to some other young upstart. No one else takes upon the role, and you die in the invasion of chaos.

DM: You gather up your companions, finding Twilly and Zorbak at Pizza Castle, Valencia and Ballyhoo at the Swordhaven inn. As you are leaving, you see Dogear and Robina. You all follow Wez to the Marsh, where he gives you a list of things the King wants. You decide to ask him more about the Marsh. 'Rarely have the wolves been seen outside the forest but now been ranging now to the marsh itself. They are acting differently, and their looks have changed as well. We have also encountered spiders of enormous size in the depths of the Marsh.Not only does King Alteon wish to study these creatures, but also the plants they are looking for. Be sure to gather as many as you can in order to fulfill his requests. One of the marsh plants mentioned by Bal Gravestorm is the Sabbatia. According to my apothecary, it is a small plant with pinkish flowers. The spiders that have appeared seem to be oddly drawn to these flowers.' You and your companions work very hard, collecting various specimens. A few days later... You are finally done! After capturing spiders, slaying wolves, gathering plants and facing a very stinky Marsh 'Smell-o', Wez determines that you are done.

Player: Finally...
DM: You return to Swordhaven, where King Alteon tells you that The first Lord of Chaos, Escherion, has begun his invasion of Mobius, in Chiral Valley. You, with your companions, make ready to go to Mobius to fight... and defeat the First Lord of Chaos. For the Heroic acts you do in Mobius, please wait for the next installment... AQW: Escherion The First Lord of Chaos! [THE END]

Player: "Hell yeah my dude"
DM: Hell yeah.
Player: I am here to transform into a commercial fishing boat, killing you instantaneously.

DM: John fires a burst of bullets into the policeman who shot at him, the lawman crumples to the ground dead. There's a moment's pause and then the other six policemen open fire as you, John and Red break from your hostages and sprint towards your getaway car. Red is shot through the stomach and the shoulder and stumbles but keeps running, somehow you all make it to the car and throw yourselves inside. With John at the wheel and windows exploding all around you lurch away from the kerb and speed down the street, turn the corner and escape.You have made it away with $25,000, making your share $6,600 but Red is seriously wounded, breathing with a hollow, rasping sound. There is no way he can make a long-distance journey now so it is decided he will stay with friends in Chicago while John drives down and joins the rest of the gang in Tucson. You need to choose who to go with.
Player: Go to Chicago to look after Red
DM: You decide to go with Red to Chicago and help nurse him into health: it is a good thing that you do because just ten days after you split off from him John, Harry, Charles and Russell are all arrested by Tucson Police after they were recognized from wanted posters. With all four of your friends in prison you and Red remain the only two members of the Dillinger Gang still at large.You are unsure what to do and as two months pass you focus on helping Red get better until one morning in the newspapers you read incredible news: John has managed to escape prison at Crown Point, Indiana by using a wooden gun to take some twenty people hostage. You and Red are both elated and now your friend has recovered enough to be able to move around you both set off to meet up with John and some new friends.

Player: You look around

DM: I entered the building and found nothing in the hall; I mean no one was there except a deep silence. I found it little annoying to search the building as I don't know the face of the person to whom I have to finish off. I used the elevator to directly go to the fifth floor; but I just don't know why I pushed fifth floor button in elevator. When I reached the floor a huge hall was there but no one seems there too. I finally decided to go at the roof of the building. The roof was covered with few armed men in black coats; about ten men were there and one another man was there in leather jacket talking with someone else. I guessed, a man in a leather jacket was a person to whom I have to kill. But for a moment I thought it was impossible because only fourteen bullets were left and they were seeming almost very powerful by their first appearance.I made my first step and shooted the two guys with two bullets on their head. It was a fter a long time when I have used the gun to kill again. But within a moment others started firing at me but I used door as a cover; but it didn't worked for a long time. It saved me from about fire of twenty quick bullets but after that it shattered into pieces. And my heart quickened at that time. No idea was coming in my mind; only I could thought of surrendering but that I have never learnt in my entire life. I've to make a quick and good decision.
Player: Go ahead and fight
DM: FINAL PAGE I didn't turned back and decided to fight until my last breathe. I saw that they were too many and my bullets weren't that much. I fired each bullet and killed almost four to five of them but couldn't survive the carnival of their bullets and guessed my body have taken about ten to fifteen bullets in no time. But I didn't give up and reached next to the wall to cover myself. But I knew that I will not survive for longer but I decided to kill more of them without any weapon. I moved away from the wall and before I could dodge or do anything else to save myself, I was shooted with the revolver in my chest and they said, 'we are the bodyguards of Marsh Urban and we know who you are.' That were the last voices that I heard and I couldn't finish my enemies. Sorry to my whole family and to my loved ones.

Player: Visit the Bar
DM: I listened to the familiar conversation going around me. It fascinated me that the conversations were always the same, whether I took place in leather bars, dance bars, video bars or underground clubs that changed their locations every week. There was an indigenous argot.There had been always same for me, going in bars and drinking beers and fighting from the rough guys. All that were common to me as without getting drunk I can't live and same for fight.Suddenly, the young boy walked in. He looked around, saw me and walked over to me.'You are even more beautiful than I had remembered,' the young boy said.'Do you know me?' I asked.'I think so,' boy said.'I guess you had made mistake so better execuse me,' I said. And I walked out from the bar and I realized that boy was seeing me until I had went away from the bar. I could only remember that boy's eyelashes were incredrible.

DM: FINAL PAGE I decided to finish him off rather than talking to him of my past. I ran towards him with gun in each hand and started the firing. But none of the bullets touched him and before I could reload the guns he got the opportunity to killed me. He came out from behind the wall and fired the bullets at me. I couldn't manage to dodge at the correct time and the bullets finished me off.'Now I will manage to go out from here alive,' he said and laughed.I realised that now I can't continue and I could see blood dripping out from my body. I couldn't complete my mission and failed in beginning.

Player: Go to Church
DM: I stopped the car on a hairpin bend on Route G-01, and there across the valley, high on a rise of volcanic rock, was a breathtaking view of the city. It was an ancient Etruscan centre, with a world famous cathedral, and half a dozen churches, and a priest who had witnessed the death of my family.The town was untouched by time, with cobblestone streets and lovely old buildings, and an open-air market where farmers came to sell their fresh vegetables and chickens.I found a parking place in the del Duomo, across from the cathedral, and went inside. The enormous interior was deserted except for an elderly priest who was just leaving the altar.'Excuse me, Father,' I said. 'I'm looking for a priest from this town who was in Italy last week. Perhaps you....'The priest drew back, his face hostile. 'I cannot discuss this.'I looked at him in surprise. 'I don't understand.' I just want to find....''He is not of this church. He is from the church of San Giovenale.' And the priest hurried past me. Why was he so unfriendly?I knew that I wasn't having enough time, so I decided to go away from here, instead of visiting Giovenale Church.

Player: Go towards North
Player: Visit Anthony's bar
DM: I entered the bar and saw the face of the person to whom I've seen ages before; when everything was fine. I could remember he was the only one to kill my mom and dad; how terrible he had grown. I don't knew what his name was but the only thing I knew was his terrible face and why I want to kill him.I ran towards him in no speed and jumped at him with giving a shoulder break. I was so glad when I saw that no bodyguards of him were there. I punched him for about five times and without wasting the time I triggered the gun into his mouth and the noises went to deep silence, everyone was shocked and even I was also because I've never thought killing him will never be this much easy but this was.But I saw my future in darkness when I realized the police were on the way to the bar. I could have left the bar before their arrival but I didn't. I was tired of my risky business and now I don't want anymore tension and sleepless nights.I just surrendered to police and my assassination bussiness stopped there.

DM: Your mom tells you that she needs to do some errands and wants to bring you along. She makes sure you looks nice then plops you into your booster seat."Mommy, what's that?" You ask, pointing to a kitten-covered bag.She looks at the bag and says, "Nothing, sweetie. Just a bag to put groceries in.""So one of those 'save the planet' deals?" You wonder.She laughs. "I guess you could say that."Then you pull into the parking lot of a building you've never seen before. Your mom turns of the car and grabs the kitten bag as she gets out. She slams her car door shut then comes to get you out."Mommy, what is this place?" You ask."The grocery store." She lies.You nod as she puts you on the ground. She holds your hand as you wobble to the doors. She leads you inside and walks with you down the halls to a big, wooden door."Mommy, this isn't the grocery store." You say, tugging on her hand."I know honey." She sighs. "It's preschool."
Player: See ya Mom!
DM: "Bye, Mommy!" You say as you grab the backpack and begin to walk inside."Wait!" She says and gives you a good-bye hug. "See you at noon."You walk inside and a strange woman walks up to you. "Hi, Maddie! I'm Mrs. Pittle." You listen to what Mrs. Pittle has to say and and then do what she asked you to do. You sit down next to a very nervous-looking girl."Um, hi." She says, staring at her hands, which were folded in her lap. "I'm Annabelle."
Player: Hi
DM: She smiles then turns to where Mrs. Pittle was drawing on the board. She points to her scribbles and asks, "Does anyone know what this says?"The class stays silent, and you're dying to say, It's a bunch of scribbles!
Player: Don't say anything
DM: You sit there and Mrs. Pittle calls on someone else. They say they don't know and you sit there while Mrs. Pittle explains the alphabet.Then it's snack time and Mrs. Pittle pulls out some graham crackers.
Player: Yummy!
DM: Mrs. Pittle puts a napkin on your table then places two squares of crackers on it. When you're done, you see the girl next to you eat only half of one.You're still hungry...
Player: Can I have that?
DM: You ask the girl for her graham crackers and she pushes them toward you. You gobble them up and look around the room. Some kids only had a few crumbs on their napkins while others were nibbling slowly at their food.When everybody had finished, Mrs. Pittle started a lesson on the letter A. When she finished, you knew all about the letter and it was time to go home. You run to your mom and give her a big hug."How was school?" She asked."Good." You say as she takes the backpack off your shoulders.

Player: Leave me alone!
DM: You yell at the girl and she looks away. You stomp your foot and glare at your sneakers."Maddie?" Mrs. Pittle says. "Do you know?""Know what?" You ask, looking up at her. The class bursts into laughter and you feel like you want to explode with anger.
Player: Shut up!
DM: You yell at the kids and they stop laughing and one, a blond-haired boy starts to cry. Mrs. Pittle gives you a stern look."Maddie!" She scolds. "That was very mean!" Then she comforts the boy while the class watches.You feel bad about making the boy cry and you want to do something.
Player: Help him stop crying
DM: You get up out of your seat and walk over to the blubbering boy.You overhear him talking to Mrs. Pittle. "Maddie's a meany-pants! I don't like her!"
Player: Help him anyways
DM: You walk over to him and give him a hug. Everyone laughs and starts singing."Maddie and Isaac sittin' in a tree!""K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"They burst out laughing, but you ignore them and apologize to the boy. He laughs at the other kids' song and then gives you a hug in return. The class cracks up.You go back to your seat and Mrs. Pittle starts handing out graham crackers.

DM: Your mom laughs then leads you inside. "This is Maddie," She says. "It's her first day, so be easy on her."She smiles at you then lets go of your hand, putting the backpack on your shoulders. Then she walks out of the room. You stand in the hallway as you watch her go.
Player: Wait! I changed my mind!
DM: You scream and try fight your way around your mom."Mommy! I didn't ask for this!" You scream, wobbling down the hall. "I don't wanna go to school!"Your mom grabs you as you struggle and kick. "I know, sweetie, but it's not that bad."She puts you in the room and all the other kids stare at you. You feel your mom put the backpack on your shoulders and scoot you into the room. You hear her tell you goodbye, but you barely notice."Hello!" A strange woman says, coming up to you. "What's your name?""I-I'm M-M-Maddie." You stammer.She smiles. "Welcome, Maddie! Hang your backpack in a cubby and sit down! I'm Mrs. Pittle, by the way."You nod and do as she says. Then you sit in a seat next to a girl who looks just as nervous as you.She looks at you, then says, "Hi, Maddie. I'm Annabell."
Player: hm.
DM: You grunt and she frowns, turning back to her hands.You turn to where Mrs. Pittle was drawing on the board. She points to her scribbles and asks, "Does anyone know what this says?"The class stays silent, and you're dying to say, It's a bunch of scribbles!
Player: Raise your hand
DM: You raise your hand and Mrs. Pittle calls on you. "Yes, Maddie. Do you know?""It's a bunch of scribbles!" You burst.The teacher smiles then shakes her head. "No, Maddie. It's a word."Then she explains the alphabet and you listen.Suddenly, it's snack time and Mrs. Pittle pulls out graham crackers.

Player: Go sit back down
DM: Insluted, you turn around and sit at your seat. Mrs. Pittle scolds you then starts talking about the alphabet.When she finishes, she hands out graham crackers for snacktime.

Player: Leave Porras
DM: You turn, and run towards the door. As you hear the beast roar behind you, you sprint out the door, hearing Porras screams behind you. Within seconds, you hear the crunch of bones and silence.
DM: You burst outside, and quickly spot the truck. You begin sprinting towards it, and open the side door. You find the keys, and quickly start the engine, before driving away from this place as quickly as you can. You watch in the rear mirror as the sun sets over the mansion. You know everyone else is dead. You can feel it. You wince as you feel your horrific burns, wishing you could've done something. No, you think. There was nothing you could've done. At least you've survived. Your entire team is dead, but you made it. You continue driving down the road.

Player: Sit and stare
DM: You sit in your seat and watch as the boy cries his eyes out. A few of the other boys start giggling.Mrs. Pittle returns to the board and starts talking about the alphabet.Then it's snack time and she passes out graham crackers.

DM: This calls for the attention of a policeman. You turn off the sink, grab the phone, and head for your car, full intent on telling Sergeant Kipler in person what you heard. The police station is about twenty minutes away from your home and ten from the Blue Rooster. You contemplate using the cell phone to call Kipler, which would be faster, or just getting him yourself.
Player: Cell Phone
DM: So you decide to stay in bed. Good for you- a full rest is important! You lie for some time. You drift into a hard sleep. At some point the house phone starts ringing and you hear it, but are too heavy with tiredness to answer. The phone stops ringing but starts up again, meaning the call must be important. You bumble around, feeling for the phone on your nightstand. After picking up and dropping the receiver twice, you put the phone to your ear and speak a tired hello. The voice that answers is none other than your friend Markus! You Perk up a bit as Markus tells you he is missing his phone and thinks it is in your house (Markus attended Kipler's Birthday party last night). He asks if you could bring it to him at his little grocery store next to the Blue Rooster restaurant ASAP. He is expecting an important call anytime now, and does not want to miss it. You tell him you'd do it, hang up, get dressed, look for his phone (sitting on the kitchen table), hop in your car and drive to meet him.
Player: Twenty Minutes Later
Player: Go Home and Clean
DM: Deciding that his problems are his own business, you say good-bye to Markus and wish him a good day. Driving home, you pass a black sedan. Once home, you start on the dishes, move to laundry and the floor, dusting, and finally to cleaning the bathroom. When done, you start making dinner and turn on the TV for the nightly news. Suddenly the air is cold as you hear the main story announced: local grocer found dead behind Blue Rooster restaurant. You feel like a hunk of lead as Markus's picture stares out of the screen. You sit down, dinner utterly forgotten.Congratulations! You have finished the game. You might want to play again, seeing as to how this line of events did not branch out much, but it is your choice.

DM: "The mountains here are some of the oldest places known to Unicorns," she explains, "It is said that this is where the entire continent, maybe even the planet, originated from, and that the rest of the world just grew out of this place. I don't know how true that is, but there is certainly something unique about these mountains. The Keystones originate from here, and the Guardians were set up to guard the mysteries of this place. Ever since the Horned God tried to take control, however, many of his beasts escaped into these lands. It's said that you can ever hear the cries of his creations that were too powerful and evil for even him to control..." With that, there was a mournful cry on the wind. You're sure it's just a coincidence, but you trot slightly faster even so...
Player: You reach the first cave
Player: Trick the stallion into falling to his death
DM: "I'm sorry," you shout, "I can't hear you all that well. Could you step a little closer?""I said," shouts the Stallion, getting closer to the edge, "JUMP!"Using a tiny telekinetic nudge from your horn, you move his hoof and cause him to slip, tumbling down onto the rocks below. After much searching, you finally find another way around the mountain.

Player: Buy some beer, mate
DM: So yeah, you go to a liquor store and you buy a six-pack because you know you're gonna have at least two of those once you get home.You start to walk back to your house and once you're in there you finally crack open a cold one...But there's no boys to enjoy them with so you better call your neighbor. Your nextdoor neighbor shows up a few minutes after you phone them and you offer them a beer, which they gladly accept. You drink and you talk and you tell him about your weird dreams."Oh, yeah," they say, "my brother used to have trouble sleepin' and he didn't know what to do. He took up jogging and they disappeared, maybe you should try?".You're not a fan of jogging, or are you?You can't quite remember, but you tell them that you'll have it in mind.The six-pack eventually runs out of juice and you realize it's late. Like almost midnight late. And you're feeling dizzy. You've always been proud about the way you can hold your liquor, but you've been so tired lately that perhaps your body couldn't take three beers in a row.You say goodbye to your neighbor and they tell you that they're going jogging tomorrow morning at the park. You can feel free to join them if you feel like it. But it'll be early.You'll think about it, you say. You doze off and you have a dream with purple sky. The next morning you write down a couple of things in your dream journal and you notice that you woke up early.

Player: Go with Tommy to hide out in Iowa
DM: You and Tommy drive up to the little town of Waterloo in Iowa and lie low for a month, reading in newspapers that John and Homer killed two policemen in Chicago and escaped after yet another gunfight. One afternoon you and Tommy are walking towards your car to go for a drive when two men suddenly approach you."Hey, just a minute," one of them calls. "Who are you?""Who are you?" Tommy replies."Police officers," one of the men says.
Player: Go for your gun
DM: You reach for your pistol in your pocket but the second policeman already has his drawn - raising it he shoots you in the chest. You fall backwards to the ground, a moment later Tommy is shot as well. You die on the sidewalk, Tommy an hour later. In time the rest of the Dillinger Gang will be killed as well but your crimes have already been enough to make your name infamous long after you are gone.

Player: Examine the exhibit Skeletons and Wild Dogs 1950-1970
Player: Ask him about Gabriel Xing's death
DM: Dr Yeung frowns."Ah poor Gabriel... I knew him well of course, as everyone knows everyone on this island. His death was very tragic but suicide no doubt: I conducted the autopsy myself and found both alcohol and sleeping pills in his system. I did find it a little unusual that he was able to walk from the bench to the sea given the large amount of the sedative Flunitrazepam he ingested with the wine, which was on the bench. I also would have expected to find more alcohol in his system considering the bottle next to her was empty but different people metabolize alcohol in different ways. I still consider his death to be a tragic suicide."He sighs and shakes his head sadly.

Player: If you threw a smoke grenade while you were in range of artillery support
DM: You grin as you realise the smoke you laid down earlier has made a lot of difference. You bound through the grey gas and emerge on the other side unharmed - and right next to your foes! Your squadmates arrive at either side.You are unharmed so far, but war is always uncertain. You remain tense, scanning the area for enemies...
Player: If the squad has 14 healthy members (including yourself)
DM: You hear shouts and realise your foes are readying themselves to charge. You quickly lie down in your grass and let your weapon do the talking. As your enemies charge, they quickly dive to the ground as your plasma give swift encouragement. They never even get near, though this gives them the ability to run behind a cloud of smoke.They try a few times, but the concentrated firepower of the squad always pins them down. They have nothing to hide behind except smoke grenades.Once they try throwing smoke to cover a charge, but the squad merely pulls back a bit and they emerge into a dozen sights.After a while, it settles down.You listen in on the crappily encrypted enemy radio channels and realise they are pulling out of your sector. You call up the clock on your helmet's electronic Head Up Display (25:48, Terra Proximan Standard) and grin as you realise your relief is due."501st squad? We'll take it from here. Go on, get some rest...""Roger that, guys. Good luck."Tired, but secure in the knowledge of (transient) safety, the four squads in your company march back to the bunker and transport walkers, carrying the recently wounded.You smirk and wave goodbye to the pesky frontline, and with the adrenaline worn off and fatigue dulling your awareness and sense of time, you are back in Tel-Nadr in a few minutes.

DM: Sebastian didn't have time for this and she was under orders to leave quietly. "Fair then, sign out please."Sebastian was left with a choice:Sign out or Present her emblem.
Player: Lord's Business

DM: Welcome back, you old dummy! If you haven't noticed, as you were too busy picking your nose, you've only had ONE costumer all day! And I think I heard people saying that this place is a rip off and quote "you can buy Kool-Aid for half the price at Walmart!!!"! I think we should do something, don't you?
Player: Yeah!!!!!
Player: Unicorn feces ($10)
DM: Wow. I can't believe they sell this at grocery stores. Geez!!! And I bought MY unicorn poop online for triple that price. Well, here's your DEFINITELY REAL unicorn crap.
Player: Let's buy more stuff!

Player: Unicorn Feces
Player: Kindly ask for the recipe.
DM: Yay!!!! He gave you the recipe!!! That guy was nice, smiling and everything. Well, take it and let's go.
Player: Shopping time!!!

Player: Leave the damn store, I'm done.
Player: Fish ($10)
DM: Yay you bought a fish!!!!
Player: Fishy
Player: I wanna buy more stuff.

Player: Recipe
Player: Chicken blood ($1)
DM: Uhm....They sell this? Okay...here's the blood dude...Eww...

Player: Chicken Blood

Player: Kay leave

Player: Cow Urine

Player: Bunny

Player: He's not even that cute...marry his cute assistant instead.

Player: Marry him! Perfect

Player: Celebrating by getting drinks with the boys at the bar
DM: As you sip your vodka tonic at the Thirsty Scholar Pub, you run into... BENNETT! From middle school! He is now at Harvard Law with his friends Elle Woods and Harvey Spector. You lock eyes. Your pulse increases. You down the drink. And go... say hi.
Player: Keep working, you're close to getting paid more than your husband
DM: You got promoted over your husband! You're making more money than your husband, finally. Although a lot of this money goes to paying the full time nanny who your kids are extremely close with. After they go to college, there is a shift from friendly competition between you and your husband to actual insecurity. He does not like that you are the breadwinner and he leaves you. You make it to the top of your company and become CEO. You are able to single handedly support your children's college education, and you peacefully retire at 65 and meet Alex Wardwell at a curling match. <3

Player: The job isn't worth giving up time you could have with your kids
DM: Working a full time job and having three kids was too much. You give your two weeks notice, and you quit. Although you miss your colleagues and the business of working life, you get to see your kids all day everyday. Your husband appreciates the sacrifice, but your kids are still adjusting. You feel like you have a little too much free time and don't fit in with the PTO moms, but you love picking the kids up from school and having an hour for yourself.
Player: Wanna relive high school? Try again!

DM: Despite the long days, you love the time with the kids. You perfect your chocolate chip cookie recipe, you refuse to let other people drive your children, you spoil your kids rotten, and live vicariously through them. They shine in their activities, as you shine in motherhood. Although some other parents (and your kids' teachers) question your involvement, you are happy. Your husband is the only reason that you can live this life, so you love him. Kind of. When the kids leave, you are devastated, so you move to the town in which they go to college and get three puppies. You're just waiting for grandchildren.
Player: You're a cat! You have 9 lives! Try again?

DM: As your kids get older and more independent, you start working part time at a local elementary school. You don't have as many hours as you'd like, but it gives you an opportunity to get out of the house and make some money for yourself. It's fun to teach the little kids as yours get older. You and your husband enjoy traveling and Sunday evening meals with the kids.
Player: Do you hear the people sing? Try again

DM: "I thought you'd never ask," Daddy steps into the cell and kneels down to your level. "You always enjoy it when we play, don't you?"You don't. This just seems to be the quickest way to end this hell."Good," He whispers into your ear as he pulls you close and runs his hand down your back before latching on to your ass.You close your eyes as tight as possible. It'll be over soon, it always is. He doesn't last long. In a moment, you're thrown onto your blanket and your behind is picked up as he rips your underwear away and tosses them to the side of your cell. Hands balling into fists, you choke back your tears and bury your face in his excuse for a bed. Daddy doesn't like it when you cry.It's warm and painful, but while he thrusts behind you it gives you a chance to escape. Away from this cell. You try to picture anywhere outside of this place but the only thing you can imagine is that park he painted in the other room, You imagine yourself on a swing and with each push from behind you're sent flying forward and up into the beautiful night sky.And then he's done. You feel him explode inside you like a million little fire ants crawling inside your organs and biting you. At least it's over."Let me go get your present," He gasps into your ear and slips out of you. In the few moments to yourself, you numbly turn over and pull your underwear back on. At least you'll have time to cry."Come on to the bottom of the staircase and wait, Tess!" Daddy calls out behind him. You reluctantly comply and softly cry until you hear the door open at the top of the basement staircase. Recomposing yourself, you look up to him.
Player: The Present
DM: Daddy comes down the stairs slowly with his hands behind his back. You resist the urge to back away and cower from him. He jumps down from the last step and lands in front of you, causing you to wince as he whips out the gift from behind him."Isn't it great?" He asks, holding out the key to your salvation. A kit made for beginner hair stylists. "Didn't you tell me you wanted to cut hair for a living? Well, here's your chance Tess."You stare at him, not quite sure on how to react."Aw, c'mon! Don't you appreciate me? My gift?" He screams but his anger disappears as suddenly as it came when he sees you flinch away from him. "Oh, darlin'.." Daddy bends down next to you and wipes away a tear that is sliding down your face and cleaning the grime away, "I didn't mean to scare you.. how's bout this."He stands up, towering above you. "You get to choose what to do with it. It is your birthday after all.." Kneeling down once more, handing you the scissors, he awaits your answer.
Player: "Can you give me a hair cut?"
DM: "Is that really what you want?" Daddy frowns but seems content with this outcome. "Turn around and stand still. I don't want to cut you." You do your best to remain still, but you aren't used to staying in one position for extended periods of time or using your muscles. Even in the cage you could stretch and move around, but you never have enough energy for anything further. Only a few minutes into the haircut you feel your legs start to wobble and you try to stay strong, but that only leads to your entire body trembling."You fucked up my cut!" Daddy screams before knocking you in the side of the head with the handle of the scissors. The dull throb that follows is the least severe reaction you have come to expect from him. The silence that follows as Daddy's uncut nails dig deep into your shoulder and his sour breath wafts down from above your head and onto the top of your forehead."Cage. Now." His voice is gravelly and commanding, but you feel the urge to speak up in your own defense. When you open your mouth to speak, however, Daddy's hand thwacks you across your cheek and knocks you to the ground. "Did I say you could speak? Get in the f u c k i n g cage before I string you up like the pig you are."You look up at Daddy and...

DM: You decide that the heroic thing to do would be to help the poor woman, so you rush over as fast as you can. She is frantically begging you to help her as she alternates between puking and spitting up blood. Once you reach her, you realize you only have very basic medical knowledge and you probably won't be able to help her, but you can at least try to calm her down, right?You try to say to her "Ma'am, it's going to be OK, ambulances are..."But you stop yourself when you see her eyes have slowly faded to black and have completely dilated.She lets out a low, venomous growl and latches her blood-stained teeth onto your arm.You yell, and with every ounce of strength you bash her head onto the desk, immobilizing her. You look down at your arm and see a greenish-yellow substance pooling around your wound. Before you have time to react, you fade to blackness. YOU HAVE DIED, PLEASE GO BACK OR RESTART.

DM: You decide to get your manager.You run out of this area and into Carter's office:"Carter!!! Carter!!""William, what's the matter?""You have to come out here, some lady in another department is bleeding badly and needs serious medical attention!!"Thankfully, Carter used to be an EMT and rushes to the scene after grabbing a Medical Kit from a drawer in his desk. You follow from a safe distance.You watch Carter grab necessary items like bandages, gauze pads, and antibiotics to try and relieve the coworker.All of a sudden, the bleeding woman latches her teeth onto Carter's neck. Before you can react, Carter's body falls lifeless to the ground.The woman follow him to the ground and begins to feast on Carter's corpse.You decide it would be best to just get the hell out of there and make sense of what you just saw.Do you:
Player: Take the Stairs

DM: Do you:
Player: Hammer

Player: And Up We Go
DM: You push your way back through the crowd hoping to get up just one more level and hope to wait out whatever is happening.After much effort is spent trying to re-climb the steps and move through the crowd, you make it to the 3rd Floor. With a feeling of relief, you push open the door.Immediately, one of these disease ridden fiends jumps onto you and begins to claw and chew your flesh. Within seconds, your eyes are scratched blind and you feel multiple places on your body are being feasted upon. Luckily the pain doesn't last long, after a few moments the disease has already spread throughout your body and you become one of them. YOU ARE DEAD, PLEASE RESTART OR GO BACK TO THE PREVIOUS PAGE.

DM: You back up several steps, and begin your charge. You sprint full speed at the window and do your best football linebacker impression and lower your shoulder into the glass.The next thing you know, you're falling and you're headed straight for the truck......until you realize you've overshot it. You've used too much force and while you broke the window, you've know jumped out of a two story building and are plummeting to concrete.You hit the ground with a lot of force. Your body aches and you fear you've broken a few bones, but the worst pain is a sharp sting in your chest. You flip onto your back and look down at your body and see that a shard of glass around a foot long has been lodged into your chest.In a panic, your breathing starts to quicken, but unfortunately this makes things worse as the glass has pierced your lung. With each breath, your lung fills up with blood.As you struggle to remove the glass, it is too late. Your lung has collapsed and you are unable to get oxygen. YOU ARE DEAD, PLEASE RESTART OR GO BACK TO THE PREVIOUS PAGE.

DM: At dawn the next day your expedition gets underway. All of your men are veteran British soldiers, well-armed with rifles and each holding in their backpacks all the tinned foods, biscuits and water canteens they can carry. Armed with a pair of revolvers and a hunting knife you lead your men down the silent streets of Victoria and approach the jungle. Only Governor Buford has come to see you off on this secret expedition, he raises a hand in silent farewell as you pass.You know the Log Fort is almost due west of Victoria, just across the River which has been dubbed by Donovan (with a remarkable lack of imagination common in Victorian soldiers) Frontier River. The coast bends round to the northwest, offering a strip of beach to walk along. To the west is thick jungle, though the trees are slightly more spaced apart to the southwest. Knowing you have to head generally west these are your free options.Which direction do you travel?
Player: Northwest to the Beach
DM: You lead your men along the edge of the coast for some days, keeping the sea on your right and the jungle on your left. Initially the going is easy but the further you go the deeper your men's boots sink into the sand and the harder it is to keep going. One afternoon on the third day you see a number of strange objects sticking out of the sand, some of your men want to go closer and see what they are but the sand is becoming harder to walk through.What do you do?
Player: Approach the strange objects
DM: You lead your men directly towards the objects when all at once several plunge into the sand up to their waists. You and the rest of your explorers retreat rapidly and can only watch in horror as the trapped men struggle to extricate themselves. Some manage it and plastered in mud up to their necks stumble back towards you. Some do not manage to free themselves and vanish from sight, sucked to a terrible death by the viscous quicksand.Stunned by your experience you now give the objects a wide berth you move around to the south and from a closer viewpoint you suddenly realise what they are. The rotting heads of several animals, unidentifiable now, stick from the sand, trapped in the quicksand they blundered into until dying of hunger and exhaustion. The view is sobering and you turn away quickly. To the west the beach gives way to a green foul-smelling marsh that gives way to the sea to the northwest while to the southwest is the jungle, thicker than ever.Which direction do you go?
Player: Southwest into the Jungle

Player: Give them a wide berth
DM: Giving the objects a wide berth you move around to the south and from a closer viewpoint you suddenly realise what they are. The rotting heads of several animals, unidentifiable now, stick from the sand, trapped in the quicksand they blundered into until dying of hunger and exhaustion. The view is sobering and you turn away quickly. To the west the beach gives way to a green foul-smelling marsh that gives way to the sea to the northwest while to the southwest is the jungle, thicker than ever.Which direction do you go?
Player: West into the Marsh
Player: South into the jungle

DM: Leading your men into the jungle you spend three days hacking aside dangling creepers with your machetes and inching your way on down the path you are making. One morning you are struggling on when a savage cat-like RAWR pierces the air and a blaze of orange and black launches out of several bushes into one of your men and blood sprays into the air. Rifles explode into life as the creature moves in a flash, claws opening up more wounds.Drawing your pistols you turn and fire both weapons at the beast. The creature jerks as multiple shots hit it, turning it tries to limp off the path but you empty both pistols into it's flank and it drops on it's side in the path. It is a tiger, the biggest tiger you have ever seen in your life and it is dead. So too are two of your men: one killed by the tiger and two hit by bullets fired by their friends. Other men have scratch wounds but will hopefully heal. The one plus side of this bloody ambush is that the tiger's carcass is big enough to provide you and all your men with enough food to replace all that you have eaten so far.After the tiger's attack you spend a few hours carving up the beast, treating the wounds of the dead and laying the bodies of the dead in shallow graves. Your men are nervous that there are more tigers out there and you consider your options. To the northwest the trees thin out into a foul-smelling swamp marsh. To the west the trees remain as thick as ever while to the southwest they thin out rapidly into what you would call a wood rather than a jungle.Which direction do you go?
Player: Northwest into the marsh
Player: Order your men to shoot it with their rifles
DM: Gunshots ring out and gun smoke fills the air as your men fire wildly at the snake which rears up and lunges at a group of your men. A volley from the rest of your party hits several of your men but also hit's the snake which thrashes around in agony on the ground. Running up to it one of your men hews it's head off with a mighty swing of his machete. Three of your men lie dead or dying from gunshot wounds while two others have minor wounds. This has been a costly victory over the snake.Trekking on grimly the jungle trees soon start to give way and climbing a high tree that evening you see that ahead of you a river snakes it's way across the horizon: the Frontier River that Donovan's expedition crossed before vanishing. To the northwest the ground is green and swampy but to the west and southwest it is green and lightly wooded all the way down to the river. Descending the tree you consider your next step.Which direction do you travel in?

DM: Traveling through the forest you make good progress as the trees are well spaced, allowing easy walking between them. Numerous tropical birds and a surprisingly large number of small howler monkeys swing through the branches overhead. After three days during a lunch break you are disturbed by the sound of gunshots: three of your men are shooting at the monkeys who gibber in fright and swing away. "Reckon they'd make good eating sir" one of the men explains when you demand an explanation.What do you do?
Player: Let the men have their sport
DM: The men keep firing, others join them and soon monkeys are dropping from the trees all around. After fifteen minutes of shooting you order the men to stop, worried they are expending their ammunition too freely but the dozen or so dead monkeys lying scattered around will make good eating when the time comes. Skinning the bodies and wrapping up the meat you are pleased with the unexpected gain in supplies while trying not to think about what exactly it is you will be eating.After the monkey shoot you consider your options briefly. Progress is going well: to the west the trees remain well-spaced while to the northwest they are more tightly pressed together and progress through that jungle may be more difficult.Which way do you go?
Player: West into the woods
DM: Moving southwest through the trees you make good progress and the journey is even quite pleasant. After three days travelling you have stopped for a break when your attention is drawn to an argument concerning some brightly coloured purple fruits growing on nearby trees. Several of your men served in India for a time and declare the fruits to be edible and very tasty, others are more doubtful and believe that the fruits might be poisonous.What do you do?
Player: Pluck some of the fruits and sample them
DM: The fruits grow quite high so you send some of your men to climb the trees, pluck them and throw them down. Trying one of the fruits yourself you are surprised to discover it is both juicy and sweet but apparently not poisonous. More are thrown down and resistance towards eating them fades as more men try them. Most of your fellow explorers put several of the fruits in their backpacks, increasing your supplies for later.Trekking on you find the trees begin to thin out even more by evening before giving way entirely to a gentle plain with only a few trees scattered here and there. Snaking across the horizon from south to north is the blue ribbon of a river, the Frontier River that Donovan's expedition crossed before vanishing. You are wary of going too far south so tomorrow you can march either northwest or west towards the river.Which direction do you travel in?

Player: West through the swamp
Player: Turn away to the south

Player: Ignore the fruit and trek on
DM: Ignoring the fruit you march on and find that the trees begin to thin out even more by evening before giving way entirely to a gentle plain with only a few trees scattered here and there. Snaking across the horizon from south to north is the blue ribbon of a river, the Frontier River that Donovan's expedition crossed before vanishing. You are wary of going too far south so tomorrow you can march either northwest or west towards the river.Which direction do you travel in?

DM: You order the men to stop shooting at the harmless monkeys and after a short rest the explorers resume their journey. As you walk along you consider your journey so far and which way you should go now. Progress is going well: to the west the trees remain well-spaced while to the northwest they are more tightly pressed together and progress through that jungle may be more difficult.Which way do you go?

Player: Ask Sara to be my girl
DM: You see Sara waiting for you, and you feel a huge burden lifted from your heart, knowing that you won't have to ask her to rush into anything, but also knowing that she'll realize you chose her over the 23 other women and how special you think she is. Finally, it's time, in front of the camera and millions of future television viewers, to pop the question:
Player: "Sara, will you be my girl?"
DM: Sara, who had been so cool and mysterious up until now, simply melts in your arms. "Oh, baby, yes, yes, of course," she says. You realize as she warms in your embrace that she has always felt as deeply for you as you for her, but that she was holding back out of fear. "What if you had chosen Gemma or Laura?" she says softly. "My heart would have broken." You hold Sara tighter and think about what a happy and bright future you two have together. "I chose you, Sara," you say, and if it's even possible, you hold her just a little bit tighter.

Player: Struggle to escape
DM: The walruses are pretty reluctant to let go of you but ultimately allow you to stand back on the ice. They all seem super bummed out and keep walking towards the sign labeled "Santa's Workshop" without you.
Player: I change my mind again, take me back
DM: Further North stands a factory with a big sign labeled "Santa's Workshop". To the west lies a large cave. To the east are the walruses which you hate.

DM: "Mr Lee, I'm not a doctor but it seems to me, you are lacking highly in Vitamin A. What type of food do you consume everyday?" You asked curiously. "I usually eat foods that I plant myself. Some examples are sweet potatoes, yams and bananas. I am currently growing mangoes too and I just managed to harvest the fruits this morning." Mr Lee answered.
Player: You explained the benefits of vitamin A in yams
DM: -1 "It's good to hear that you are planting yam, Mr Lee! Yam contain a high amount of vitamin A that will help in strengthening you immune system!" You confidently said. Taevy stared blankly at you. "No, Da-Rung. Yam mainly contain carbohydrate and it lacks Vitamin A. Mangoes contains a high amount of Vitamin A." She corrected you. "That way, by eating more mangoes, you won't feel so sickly. Also vitamin A helps in promoting good eyesight, especially in the dark. I'm sure you'll feel so much better when you start eating the mangoes." She said happily to Mr Lee. "Also," Taevy continued, " Mangoes do contain B-group vitamin that helps in breaking down the carbohydrate that you eat from the food into energy. That way, you'll feel more energetic and spirited to do your daily farming activities." Mr Lee was very impressed at both Taevy's nutritional knowledge that he offered 2 bags of mangoes to both of you which you took gratefully despite the blunder. "Thank you, both of you for sharing your knowledge. Do accept these bananas for you and your family." Mr Lee happily said. In return for sharing his harvesting knowledge and giving the mangoes, you and Taevy offered to help out in his plantation the day after.
Player: You returned home to your family with the fruits in your hands.
DM: You and Taevy walked home excitedly, almost running back. You cannot wait to show the mangoes that you had received from Mr Lee. You know that your family will be so delighted by the fruit gift. "Taevy, I hope you'll get healthier too. Remember what I said, eat more green leafy vegetables! We'll look for kailan or kangkong together tomorrow, ok?" You told Taevy, just as both of you reached your houses. She said a quick 'yes' and quickly ran off to her home. You knew she too was very excited to share the mango gifts with the rest of her family. You quickly sprinted to your house and dashed into the living room where you find your little brother, mother and father sitting down having dinner with boiled potato and fried tapioca chips. Immediately, you rushed to them and proudly placed the bunch of mangoes. "Mr Lee gave it to me. He enjoyed our company so much that he gave us some mangoes." Your parents smiled proudly at you and thanked you for sharing the mangoes with the family. You happily urged your mum to help you cut the mangoes for the family. At the moment, though it was just mangoes, it had added variety to your meals, added sweetness to your meals and adds in more happiness to your family even through this war. -The End -

Player: Explore the domicile.
Player: Head to the entertainment room.
DM: As you head over to the larger of the entertainment rooms it dawns on you that this domicile must have served as a lodge for travelers from across the galaxy. What else could explain the range of exotic instruments meant for all types of alien body types? You approach the FloorPfhor Board Synthesizer - one of perhaps three instruments you recognize among the collection. It's a galaxy grade ground-based instrument, which permits all types of species playable access. The keys are arranged in a spiral pattern that stem from the center from which the players stands and jumps about. Practiced Floorpfhor Boarders are in peak athletic shape and rely heavily on their team mates to keep the board free of debris, excessive pools of sweat (or other excretions), and roped off from adoring fans who wonder too close. You stretch and crack your knee-knuckles as you think on the repertoire you might perform. You look down at the keys. They're worn around the home position, which might promote slippage. You assume the key straddling posture for players of smaller stature and prepare yourself for a series of jumps and pivots. After what seems like hours of twirling about to your heart's desire, you slump squishingly into a lounging unit. Boy, you really worked up a sweat, didn't you?

DM: You holler at the man, but instead, he rushes off. A pity, really.
Player: Go to a business man instead
DM: You enter the study, easily culling a man at the computer desk, before hiding his body under the dark desk, shoving an office chair in the small alcove formed by the desk to conceal the murder. You poke your head out the door.
DM: You shimmy towards the man in the living room. You slip the knife into his neck unaware to the man exiting the bathroom beside you, who swiftly pulls out his side-arm and guns you down. [BAD ENDING]

DM: You lead your men up the steep mountain side towards the summit. The going is difficult and after three days struggling you still have not reached the top. The north-facing slope is smooth and looks easier to descend into the valley though that route will cost you valuable time and supplies. From the top of the mountain you expect you will be able to get a good view of the island and possibly spot some traces of Donovan's group.What do you do?
Player: Press on towards the summit
DM: By dusk you are tantalisingly close to the mountain top but the slope is steeper than ever. Marching on in the shadow of the mountain cast by the setting sun disaster strikes: several of your men suddenly lose their footing on the uneven rocks and begin falling down the slope in a cascade of pebbles and rocks. Most are able to stop their fall but three are not so fortunate, bouncing with bone-shattering impact off rocks as large as furniture they fall far and they do not get up again. One man cautiously descends, returns with the men's packs and ammunition and with tears in his eyes confirms they are dead.The last hour of the climb is painfully slow but you finally reach the summit, which is flat enough and wide enough to pitch camp. A mood of gloom hangs over the camp as you survey your surroundings: to the northwest the valley continues before giving way to a thick forest of trees. Squinting you can't be sure but you think you can see the tiny glimmers of distant fires just where the valley meets the trees. To the west the mountain descends slowly towards the trees, a stream running down among the rocks which widens the further down it goes. In the morning you know you must choose a direction.Which direction do you go?
Player: Northwest, down into the valley
DM: You march down the valley for three days, it's sides now flanked to the north and south by ridges. By dusk on the third day you are near the mouth of the valley where it descends into a forest of closely-packed trees. You are making camp at dusk when one of your men gives a shout of alarm. "Look sir, fire-light!" You and your companions all turn and squint at the distant and ominous shapes of the trees but you can see no signs of light or indeed life anywhere.Several of your men laugh. "You fool, you just saw the last of the sunset" one man calls out but the first man is adamant. "There was a fire there sir, I'll swear to it." His insistence worries a few men who pick up their rifles and chatter amongst themselves. You survey the trees again but can see nothing. "I can take some pals and go on a scout sir?" one of your men suggests. You are too tired to go yourself but consider his proposal.What do you do?
Player: Wait until dawn and go with the whole expedition
DM: You decide against a risky patrol and pass an uneasy night camped in the valley. Twice the night sentry wakes you with the words "Just saw another fire in the trees sir, right there" but whenever you look you can never see anything. When you and your fellow explorers wake in the dawn everyone is on edge and there is much cleaning of rifles and checking to make sure they are loaded. When everyone is ready you lead your men down the valley and into the jungle.

Player: Ignore the animals and press on
DM: You ignore the goats, which scatter with surprising speed at your approach. Continuing to advance down the valley until nightfall before making camp and considering your route. The valley continues on to the west while the mountains give way to rocky ridges both to the northwest and southwest. To the southwest you can see a stream of sorts trickles down the mountain while to the northwest the rocky ground looks bleak and desolate. You have still found no trace of Donovan's expedition.Which direction do you go?

Player: West following the valley
Player: Send a small group to go and investigate
DM: You and your men bed down for the night while the three chosen men take their rifles and packs and descend down into the trees. You are woken at dawn by the night sentry who looks nervous. "Morning sir. Scouting party still not back." "No sign of them?" you ask sitting up with a frown. The sentry shakes his head. "I've heard nothing all night." In fact nothing is ever heard of those three men ever again, like Donovan's men they entered the jungle and never came out.When the disappearance of the three scouts becomes known among your explorers they become decidedly uneasy. "Witchcraft" one man declares while another says sombrely "The jungle took them" and crosses himself. You order your men to show courage and hold together, pointing out that you are all about to go down into the jungle. Fear is visible on the faces of some men but others hold themselves together bravely and that morning you all march down the valley and into the jungle.

DM: You can't whether your beam hits anything, because you have to shield your eyes from the light of two beams trying to bore their way into your armour like common Kharoleeches. Fortunately they were only glancing hits, so apart from your armour losses you are unharmed. (lose 2 health). You drop to the ground, the best cover you can find. They know where you are, and going prone wont save you!
Player: Just lie in the grass

DM: Despite the disturbing dreams you continue to have under the tiny table, you are committed to maximizing your shut-eye. That river life was difficult and you feel you earned some R&R, whatever dreams may come. It takes some effort this time around but eventually you nod off and begin to dream again. In this dream you find yourself on a desert planet. It's mid-day and a sun is blazingly bright above you. You stumble over the scorching sand with your bare feet. You shield your eyes and survey your surroundings. The desert landscape is void of distinct features. There are sand dunes after sand dunes in all directions. Not even a giant sand worm could make this place interesting, you muse. Out of the corner of your eye and not too far off in the distance you begin to make out flashes of light and what sounds to be electronic sparking. You make your way towards its direction and begin to make out a droid half buried in the sand. Its humanoid and its upper body protrudes from the sand at an angle while its head dangles and turns from its neck. As it rotates its head from one side to the other, the droid repeats a phrase that's somewhat difficult to make out. Sparks are flying out of its damaged chassis and its arms are moving robotically up and down in jolted automated reflexes.You get close so as not to lose the message. "END OF TRANS-MISSION" it reports. "END OF TRANS-MISSION. END OF TRANS-MISSION. END OF..."You wake up with a dull sense that you missed something. A message that should be obvious. It's right in front of you and yet for some reason you haven't connected the dots. You open your eyes and allow them to focus. Again, as if staring you right in the face is the key hanging beneath the tiny table.
Player: Take the hint, er.. key!

Player: Don't jump
DM: You don't trust the stallion to keep his word."Who exactly are you?" You ask, "What are you doing here?"The unicorn smiles."Why, I am the "Guardian of Truth" of course! Which mean I truly guard whatever treasure you have come seeking, whether it be gold or jewels!"You raise an eyebrow. You aren't convinced this slippery Unicorn is the Guardian of The Truth. In fact, you heavily suspect that what remains the real Guardian Of Truth is several hundred metres below you...What do you do?
Player: Tell him that you came here in order to power a gem and save the world
DM: The stallion stops for a moment."You told the truth?" Asks the stallion, "You're taking a huge risk, especially since you know you can't trust me.""Just because you're not trustworthy doesn't mean I should follow your example," you retort, "Look where that has helped you end up; stuck in a Cave."The stallion pauses for a moment."Why should I bother to help you?" he says, doubtfully, "I'll just end up stuck here forever, either way.""If you killed the Guardian of Truth, maybe the role passes down on to you," you say, "Lying doesn't seem to have helped you out, maybe telling the truth will "break the curse" and free you.""Seems unlikely..." says the stallion,"Might as well try?" you plead, "No time like the present!"Silence."Alright," he says, "Don't follow me up here, there's no way back. If you go back the way you came and turn left, you'll find yourself back on the path. And one last word of advice; don't be a fool, like I was. If a strange figure offers you a sack of gold coins and gemstones to do something stupid, like murder a powerful unicorn, you'd best just ignore them and carry on with your life. Look where I ended up."You aren't sure whether you believe him, but you give him the benefit of the doubt. You don't really have any other choice. After you have left, a rumbling sounds from above the cave entrance. A boulder tumbles down, and is caught in mid-air by a magic, light blue aura. The brown stallion places the boulder over the gap, and tentatively trots across, free at last. What a strange, yet fortunate ,coincidence...

Player: Tell the Truth
DM: Sebastian rode up to the gate, arms up and with the Seal of Essitrea in her hand, "Hail men of the watch, I am Dame Sebastian of Essitrea, I come for food, drink, lodging, and succor. I ride in peace and only wish to do business with your smith on the 'morrow."The grizzled man approaches, his spear held aloft suspiciously, "Well, lemee look at that seal, Yulle cover me," the younger soldier, a man of twenty or so summers raises his crossbow."Dame Sebastian of Essitrea eh? Looks official. A'right ye' can come in. Ye'll have ta stay at the inn. I suppose ye can pay right?""Yes, I have coin." Sebastian replies."Fair then, stable yer charger at the inn, 'The Damsel of Swords'. Will have ta' do it yerself.""No issue with that. He'd prefer it anyways.""Fine then. Yulle, open the gate. Lady's comin' though!"

Player: Alright(I don't care, IMMA HERO!!!)

Player: Try to involve him in the project, and ask him as if it's a personal favor.
DM: MORALE -10!He laughs. "Oh, I heard about your little school project. I guess I could do it in my spare time after work, but you'll owe me... a bottle of 18-year single malt scotch should do it." PERSONAL EXPENSES +$150!Now you'll need to reach out to potential school sites.
Player: Where will you conduct the research?
Player: Reach out to the teachers yourself.
Player: $1000 cash per teacher - that'll be $6,000 total. You really can't afford this!
DM: PERSONAL EXPENSES +$6,000!MORALE -500!You get 15 responses, and have a free pick of which 6 you'd like to work with. That's great! Not so great : your wife sees the withdrawal from your shared savings account and leaves you, taking the children to Paris and begins dating a billionaire underwear model. BUT YOUR RESEARCH PROJECT MARCHES ON! You schedule times to travel to the sites to interview the teachers and get them going with the survey tools for their students. Suddenly, you're called into your co-founder's office.

Player: Alley 2
DM: This wide open alley has the backs of several houses. There is an open garage and there is the Kitty City Travel Agency. Where do you go?
Player: Travel Agency - Kitty City
DM: "Where would you like to go?" Asks the kitty lady at the counter. On a brochure, you see Kitten Village, Mitten Village, and Fun Dog Beach as places. "Fun Dog Beach is a no-no," says the kitty, "You need to have a special VIK, Very Important Kitten Fun Dog Ticket if you want to go." Hmm... That leaves two options.
Player: Back
Player: Black Kitty
DM: You read Black Kitty, the tale of a kitten taxi driver who is mistreated and roughly kicked out of houses. It's a good read. Maybe you should actually read the original human book form, Black Beauty, but you shrug it off. "Another book, fair sir?" The excited librarian asks you.

Player: Mail a letter.

Player: Propose to Gemma
DM: The big moment has finally come. The cameras are rolling and you think of the millions of people who will be watching you in your big moment. You see your new soul mate Gemma standing there in a beautiful flowing gown with flowers in her hair, and you know in your heart you've made the right choice. You get down on one knee and pop the big question.
Player: Gemma, will you marry me?
DM: Gemma practically passes out from delight. Tears start streaming down her face. She smothers you with ecstatic kisses and you feel a warmth spread through your heart. "So this is what it feels like to be completely adored..." you think to yourself. Gemma might not be perfect, but she is perfectly in love with you. You feel full of hope for the future.

Player: Talk to Jesus Xing

Player: Bribe her with an ornate spoon
DM: She looks at the spoon, amazed. "Why, this can't be!" She murmurs, "A spoon from the court of King Arvedui himself!" She eyes it greedily, "Grant me this spoon, and you can look around for your heart's content!"You look around Bag End. The hobbit woman seems to have made it quite boring, and the portraits don't hold your attention for long. What does, however, is a set of scrolls among a pile of pocket handkerchiefs. They are forgotten about, and covered in dust. You could look at those, or explore Bag End some more.
Player: Read through the scolls
Player: Explore the rest of Bag End
DM: You look through the rest of Bag End. There are whole rooms dedicated to clothes! In the final room, a bed, with the painting of a strange jewel above it. You recognise the dwarven style of the painting at once, and the painting reads "The Arkenstone, orignally crafted by the Elven Smith Feanor in the Undying Lands."
Player: Return to the scrolls in the front room

Player: Turn north and descend into the valley

Player: Follow Homer down the alleyway
DM: You follow Homer down the alleyway but you are both out of luck: it is a dead end. As you turn you find the four lawmen blocking the entrance of the alley, before you can react they all open fire on you. Homer is blasted off his feet by a shotgun blast, you are shot several times through the chest and riddled with bullets as you raise your pistol. You both collapse to the ground and die, cut down in one final gunfight.Jimmy is killed three months later, bringing an end to the Dillinger Gang.

Player: Approach the window but do not open it.
Player: Accept the christmas goblin's quest.
DM: The goblin vomits a tiny scroll and slips it through a crack under the window. He jumps off the window ledge and a miniature flying car catches him in midair. Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back in Town" can be heard blaring from the car's radio. He flies away.
Player: Read the scroll
Player: This is the oldest trick in the christmas book. Only an idiot would fall for a trick like this.

Player: Continue to do nothing.

Player: Take a snooze and wait for inspiration.
DM: Comforted by the sense of security the tiny table provides, you curl your tiny form into a ball and drift into sleep. Your dreams are intensely vivid, ranging from the interesting to the fantastic. From the start, your dreams are in familiar places and with people like your former protector. In the first within a series of dreams you were in the protector's space craft hopping happily from planet to planet. Gradually though your dreams morph into story lines with more disturbing twists, like when your protector's friends end up betraying him and trying to kill you. This is precisely what happened the last time you were both together and what started your adventure on the Pilchangk. Eventually the various dream plots culminate into one big, great surprise that jolts you awake and keeps your heart pounding. When you open your eyes, you find yourself staring at a key that's suspended above you from beneath the tiny table.

Player: Ant

Player: Ask if there have been any unsolved deaths on the island

DM: "This," Eris explains, "Is what is known as a 'Keystone of Reality', or more technically a "Quantized Time Crystal". After much searching of ancient libraries and museums, I managed to aquire it. It has the ability to remain in a perfect and repeating state, and when fully powered, it will be powerful enough to reverse any magic or even damage done to the laws of the universe.""And how does one power it?" You ask."That's the problem," admits Eris, "There's only one known way to power it; a pathway through the Snow and Ice of the Northern Mountains is watched over by a set of guardians. Approaching the areas these guardians live, then talking with anyone who lives there, will allow you to power the Keystone, for the Keystone is powered by virtue, and the guardians are some of the most virtuous beings around. I'd do it myself, but they would recognise my power immediately and I fear they might kill me, merely because they think that no being should be this magically attuned.""Alright," you say, "I'll do it.""I'll teleport you when you're ready," says Eris, with a warm smile.
Player: Explore the City before you head out to discover history and lore
Player: The Library
DM: You open the door to the library, your horn glowing slightly to light the way. You try to look around at the books, but it's still too dark. As you give up and find your way out, you see someone has dropped a book outside the library. You look on the cover; it was last taken out by a certain "E.G.". You open the book to see what it says "Chapter 23 - on Keystones-Keystones are a rare and fabulous artifact. It is said that, when the universe formed, the rules were set out in very particular ways-gravity could only be as strong as it is now, for example, rather than so weak that every pony would float into space. The laws of logic, too, were set out in this way; married bachelors cannot exist, and nor can a four sided triangle exist. These rules were kept in place by objects known as "Keystones", or "Time Crystals" ; gemstones arranged in such a perfect order that they could remain in their forms forever, outlasting even matter and energy itself, therefore allowing the rules that make up the universe to last eternally. The right power source could cause these crystals to spread order throughout the entire universe. However, it is said that a reversal of this power source could cause the opposite to take place..."

DM: "Yes I do," you explains, "That looks like a 'Keystone of Reality'. It has the ability to remain in a perfect and repeating state, and when fully powered, it will be powerful enough to reverse any magic or even damage done to the laws of the universe."Eris looks impressed."Well, you did your homework," she says."But one thing I don't quite understand is, how does one power it?" You ask."That's the problem," admits Eris, "There's only one known way to power it; a pathway through the Snow and Ice of the Northern Mountains is watched over by a set of guardians. Approaching the areas these guardians live, then talking with anyone who lives there, will allow you to power the Keystone, for the Keystone is powered by virtue, and the guardians are some of the most virtuous beings around. I'd do it myself, but they would recognise my power immediately and I fear they might kill me, merely because they think that no being should be this magically attuned.""Alright," you say, "I'll do it.""I'll teleport you when you're ready," says Eris, with a warm smile.
Player: The Law Enforcment Station
DM: You walk to the Law Enforcement Station; the wooden door swings open, to reveal a security guard snoring at his desk. You light your horn just a little, and look around. The rat infested jail cells are little better than the Vargur prison you were kept in, and you shake your head in disgust.As you look around, you notice posters on the wall. On further inspection, you see they are "Missing Unicorns". They read"Wanted : The Guardians of the Northern Peaks. These Unicorns represented the virtues of Truth, Goodwill, Self-Sacrifice, Fun and Justice, helping to guide travelers on this path, which holds the answers to the very universe itself. However, they are reported to be missing. Due to the seriousness of this , it is highly recommended that travelers in the Northern Areas of the Unicorn Lands adhere to these principles in their absence, lest ancient horrors kept at bay by the power of the Guardians for millennia choose this moment to surface..." You pause. "Fun" seemed a bit of a strange addition there, you think. But you suppose the universe wouldn't be worth much without a bit of fun in it, would it? This thought gives you a smile, and you realise that something as small as a few funny thoughts can shake off practically any other feeling; even if that feeling is so powerful it looks like it will completely take over your mind...

Player: Use your magic to magnify your vision
Player: Look closer at the bottom of the ravine
DM: You use your magic to look more closely at the bottom of the ravine. The river is raging across the gorge, and you cast your vision around. You see a large, flat stone covered in a red substance; blood. The blood is emanating from a small tower of corpses; four dead unicorns lie there, apparently killed by falling from a great height. Their mouths agape as blood flows from them, presumably due to the rupturing of their internal organs.You take a look back at the unicorn stallion. Did he have something to do with this? Was one of these dead unicorns the original Guardian?
Player: Look somewhere else

DM: Eris seems taken aback by your question."You want to know about me?" she says. You nod. "Oh," she pauses, "No one's ever been interested in my story for a long, long time.""Well," she begins, "I grew up in a fairly ordinary unicorn village. I got on well enough with the others, but I also took a particular interest in magic. The idea that I could actually change the world, for the better, really stuck with me. So I took my time and went on adventures, finding artefacts and books that could make me more powerful, unlock more knowledge. But when the others found out, they tried to kill me. They thought I was an abomination, no better than the "Horned God", and everywhere I went, unicorns would try to destroy me."You walk through the snow, in silence for a while. Then, Eris resumes talking."There's this idea that "power corrupts" ", she says at last, "That, somehow, getting more control over your surroundings makes you a monster. It's not something I believe. I believe that, instead, it's very often corrupt ponies that are the most interested in power, so even when a good pony tries to get that power, others just assume "Oh, well, they've gotten that power, so they must be evil!" I think envy is partially to blame for this, but I also think people think the world operates on these simplistic rules. And perhaps, just sometimes, it's a good idea to question those rules and ask "Why should the world work like this?" Or even "How can I undo those rules-". Eris stops herself.

Player: Look closer at the unicorn stallion

DM: "The Guardians were set up to guard the secrets of this place," Eris explains, "Each of them understood a certain facet of the world, and each could be used to test whether anyone else was worthy of understanding these facets. The facets are represented by the 5 sides of the Keystone I handed you; it is said that, once all those sides have been powered and cleared, you can look inside and see reality for what it truly is..."

DM: The TV room seems surprisingly cozy. It's got comfortable-looking couches and some impressive gaming consoles.There's nothing interesting here.Go back to the hallway.

Player: Lie to him, and say you're lost
DM: "Lost, eh?" he chuckles, "Funny place to get lost. Well, if you go back and turn down the right path, you'll be on track out of here in no time!"You can tell the stallion is lying. You retrace your steps, but take the left path, instead of the right.

Player: Offer the wolverines the filly in exchange for your life
DM: The filly looks aghast, and starts weeping."Oh, I like this one!" chortles the weakest, "Knows how to look after its own skin, it does." The Wolverines agree to your deal, unaware that you are drained of your magic. The face of the little filly, one of sheer, brutal terror, fades away as they drag her into the darkness.

DM: Using your magic, you covertly unhook the creature's manacles, and it looks up, sleepy and confused. You think you can try and emulate a weaker version of the torture beam, so you focus all your hate, all your aggressive feelings, and produce a similar beam of painful light. The creature screams and collapses, though he does not writhe upon the floor. He gets up, and you watch as he grabs hold of the unicorns and, one by one, devours them with a sound like someone stepping upon eggs. After he has finished the last one, you stealthily creep out of there.

DM: You refuse to move, and you watch as she casts a familiar beam of light at you.Lighting courses through your veins. Every neuron, every pain receptor you have burns hotter than the hottest flame. You feel your flesh boiling and bubbling away, and the sound of scratching on a chalkboard fills your years. A force squeezes the air out of you; you gasp for air but every gasp causes the pain to get worse, and the constrictuin to get tighter. Yet you still remain there, standing in the mare's way. At last, you hear the mare scream in frustration, and the pain subsides. She gallops away, futily chasing the Yeti, and you get up. You are perfectly intact; no burns or scratches on you. You begin to laugh the joyous laugh only those who have been relieved of a great burden know.

Player: Appleal to their better nature saying: "I know you think you only desire food and gems, but friendship is a far greater reward"
DM: The Wolverines look at you, their eyes wide in shock."Why... I never really thought about it like that," says the weakest one, in a dreamy tone.The largest one, with a choked-up voice, starts to sing a sad tune;"The things you say, they might be true," he warbles, "It could be time to start anew...and maybe change my point of view..."Then the Wolverines break into laughter."That was brilliant!" chortles the weakest one, "Best before meal entertainment I've ever had!"Their claws tear into you, you hear the "crunch!" of their teeth, and everything goes black.

Player: Leave the enemy wounded alive
DM: "I'm not going to kill them."The rest of the squad nods in affirmation. You have taken the heavy burden of leadership from their shoulders, and now their minds are free from the agony of decisions like these. Gambler in particular looks relieved.Buoyed up by the hope of transient safety, the squad turns it's back on the fallen troopers and starts to move off.Pick a number from the random number table. If you are a member of the special forces or a medic, subtract 1 from the number.
Player: If the number is 4-10
DM: You hear a yell and spin around. Cub has fallen to the ground, clawing at his chest. Red dashes to his side, and the rest of you look around, to see one of the enemy wounded brandishing a hold-out plasma pistol, small enough to conceal easily. With hardened faces, the squad moves in. The gunman tries to fire again, but nothing comes out the business end.You all fall upon them with knives. Hideous screams tear through your outraged mind, ignored in your fury.The ground is slick with blood.Hawk spits in the gunman's face. "Death is too good for you."You set off in grim silence. No-one ventures to question your decision.
Player: The Fourth Line

Player: Keep balancing.
DM: As you continue to balance the basket upon your head more and more walruses turn to look at you. One of the walruses begins humming a familiar rhythm. A few standing next to them gradually join in. You can't tell what it is at first but then it hits you: The walruses are humming the chorus to Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back In Town".
Player: Scream The Lyrics to Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back in Town"

DM: This alley has some strange jazz music playing, but nothing else. You spot a little house in the distance which seems a little black, but there's nothing else here.
Player: Cat and the Beanstalk
DM: You open the book and magically enter. Wow, that's so awesome. It's a magic book. The librarian squeals in delight as you get sucked in to the world of a giant and a cat named Jack. You hang around and decide to give those beans you had for lunch to some kid for a cow. You take the cow and chop it up into lemons where you make lemon juice, which is impossible. Well, this world is a fantasy, isn't it? Cow meat can turn into lemons at any time, right? Stop complaining about it. You have lemons and made lemon juice. Drink it! Oh, tasty, isn't it? Watch out for that big axe falling from the sky. The cat named Jack chops down the beanstalk and the giant hits the ground, dead. "Thanks for the beans! Are you selling magical lemon juice now?" Jack asks. You give him the lemon juice and he happily gives you the axe. Well, that was weird. You suddenly teleport out of the book. You have the axe, but that was really weird! "Another, sir?" The librarian asks you.
Player: Jack's Magic Axe

Player: Wait a little more. It's something new, and it's definately interesting.
DM: It continues to wriggle forward. Taking a step back, just in case, you continue to watch it move around. Suddenly, it dashes toward you. Slithering along the floor at nearly three-times it's previous speed. You turn around to run out of the building, but you can already feel it moving up your leg. You reach down, and place your hands on either side of it, attempting to push it off. It's slippery, and slides past your grip, reaching your stomach. Before you can think to do anything else, it anchors itself to your stomach and burrows inside you. The sharp, burning pain is unbelievably intense. You try to force yourself not to scream, but fail.This must be what happened to the man you saw earlier.Your vision starts to go black, and the pain fades. You can feel the wriggling, slithering motion inside you. You begin floating through a black void, and the pain is gone. It's like you're underwater. You can feel pressure, and a sort of urgency to break through the surface, and breathe again.

Player: Defense team arrives
DM: You turn as you hear the sound of clattering boots. A few seconds later the defense team bursts into the control room, panting."There were too many of them. They just rushed right through. We tried, dammit we tried." Harridan looks dismal. "Outrider didn't make it."Mark Outrider as MIA on your chart.They'll be here soon, once they realise we've run. We have to get out now, and blow the escape tunnel.Nemo nods silently, then his eyes go wide as the wall shudders again from yet another salvo."Try not to get yourselves busted up too badly. I'll bet some of them went ahead to block our path." Red sounds exhausted, already.

DM: Oh my. A cook you don't know the name of has been caught urinating in Alby's ration bowl.You stand on the sidelines, out of the way, in the scuffle that ensues. "You idiot! You know what's going to happen now? Because of you, we're all going to be banished!" someone yells hysterically."Calm down, Elmo! We need to hear Bernie's side of the story!" says another person, trying to calm down Elmo."I did it because I hate him!" says Bernie, the pisser. "Alby never even does anything, all he does is tell the rest of us what to do!""Well he's been here longer than all of us!" yells Elmo."He was the first one," someone chimes in. "He knows best!""He only knows how to take care of himself. That doesn't mean he's qualified to lead all of us!" Bernie shoots back."Well why don't you go be the leader if you're so smart?!" As he speaks, Elmo tries to get right up Bernie's face, but other cooks hold him back."Fine! Maybe I will then!" Bernie turns and runs away from the group, past the lumberjacks, into the deep forest.Everyone looks after him. Then, as if on cue, everyone looks at you."Greenie, you go after him," someone says. There are murmurs of agreement among the other cooks...
Player: "Why me?"
DM: "Well, he doesn't know you, so maybe he'll have an easier time talking to you."Everyone else nods. You're still apprehensive.Frypan walks up to you and whispers, "Listen, Thomas, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're the most expendable out of all of us here. You're not fast enough to be a Runner, not strong enough to help with construction, and you don't know how to cook or clean the maize. It's better for you to get lost and die in there than us."He steps back. "See you later, Thomas," he says, loudly, for everyone to hear.
Player: Run off into the forest while flipping the bird at Frypan.
DM: You run into the forest. You have absolutely no clue where Bernie went-it's too dark to see if he left any footprints. "BERNIE!" you yell in an attempt to locate him."WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" you hear back. However, you don't know which direction it came from.Even if you wanted to leave him for dead, you're so deep you don't even know which direction the Glade is in. Also, you were in a rush and didn't think about leaving any sticks or stones to mark the way you came, not that there were any pebbles in the forest anyway.

Player: Slaughter Everyone
DM: For some reason, you find your magic powerfully enhanced in this place. For whatever reason, you decide this place needs to go.You summon storms of lightning, with great tentacled beasts crawling out of portals, devouring everyone in sight. You reach out with your magic, grab the windpipes of all around you, and then start crushing and choking the life out of them..."WAKE UP!"You snap awake, and see the face of Eris Gleam looking down at you. You're back in the cave, a bubble of protective magic around the both of you to prevent any of the spores being breathed in."We're nearly there," says Eris, "I'll protect you till we get out of this place."Eventually, you get to the end of the cave, and the starry night sky opens up above you, with not a cloud nor snowflake to be seen. The Northen Lights dance spectacularly across the starscape."Well," she asks, "Do you have the Keystone?"
Player: You show her the Crystal; it is pitch black
DM: Her face changes from excited to worried."Oh no," she whispers, "This is bad. Did something happen to the Guardians?"You explain what you went through, and she looks on with wide-eyed concerns."Oh my," she whispers, "Don't worry, I can fix this, just give the gem over to me."What do you do?
Player: Claim the gem for yourself
DM: You shake your head."What are you doing?" She shrieks, "If I take it from you using my magic, it will shatter, so you have to give it to me willingly!"You shake your head again. The stone begins to glow, and rise in the air."The power will be uncontrolled!" Eris says, "It will explode, destroying us both!"The Keystone suddenly cracks, and a blast of un-reality fires out. Both you and Eris are caught in the beam, and you are both erased from reality. The universe's rules are rewritten, but only in one regard; you and Eris never existed inside any of it. Neither of your parents ever met, and nothing any of you did came to anything. A new day dawns, one where the Unicorns who live on it are blissfully unaware of the event that transpired, and of the future warned of by you after inhaling that dust in that alchemy shop...

Player: Okay.
Player: Board the jet ski

Player: Clue 2
Player: Go into the upstairs corridor
Player: Go into Room 5
DM: You walk over to Room 5, which Habib unlocks."This is the room of Amy Leech," she tells you swinging the door open. The room inside is very neat and tidy. The bed is made, the room is spotless and there is no sign at all of the inhabitant except a collage of photos on one wall. Walking around the room you can see nothing remarkable and opening the wardrobes you find them empty except for neatly hanging clothes. As you walk back to the corridor you can't help wondering where all the house's inhabitants have gone.

Player: You show her the Crystal; it a pitch black

Player: Charge Him With Your Sword Drawn. Only One Of Him After All.
DM: You may be weaker than a Japanese schoolgirl but there is only one enemy to face here and you have the element of surprise! Perhaps if this were just an ordinary humunculus this would have worked, but it becomes apparent that this well decorated character is something altogether different. His reaction time is excellent and he whirls around to back hand you before you can get within range to strike. This sends you sprawling across the floor and knocks the sword out of your hand and beyond your reach. Before you can get up, he leaps over and grasps your neck. As he squeezes the life out of you, the three from the other room come down and you quickly realize all hope is lost. There is no point in fighting now, it is simply... THE END

Player: You cross your arms and tell him your not going down that path
DM: You cross your arms and tell him you're not going down that path. It looks like a death sentence. Anyone in their right minds would be scared of it. The demon stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You swallow hard but try to look firm. "Is that so?" He asks you. "Yes." "Would you like me to demonstrate what disobedience gets you?" Says the demon.
Player: "Yes" you say
DM: "Yes" you say. The demon grins widely and begins beating you mercilessly. You're screaming for him to stop. But he doesn't. Eventually you're begging for death, and so he swiftly gives it to you. Sorry, but you've lost the game. Please click "The beginning" to start over, otherwise your game ends here. Please leave your comments and thanks for playing!

DM: I see you are ready to get your very first pokemon. Very well. You'll need this creature to battle for you and share your experiences on your travels. As you see before you, there are three pokeballs in this black case. Pick one, and choose wisely!
Player: The third pokeball
DM: You chose Treecko, the grass type pokemon. Would you like to choose Treecko?
Player: Go back!
Player: The first pokeball
DM: You chose Charmander, the fire type pokemon. Would you like to choose Charmander?
Player: Charmander, I choose you!
DM: Congratulations! You chose Charmander as your partner! Now, continue along your journey, and get to the next town!
Player: Let's go!
DM: You walk along a dirt road with your new Charmander. Trees line the road on both sides, and tall, unkempt grass scatters the ground. From deeper in the weeds you can hear snarling and growling. You remember something somebody told you about the grass, but you can't exactly remember right now. It seems like going into the grass could be dangerous, but it also may lead to an awesome adventure.
Player: Stay along the road
DM: You head back to the road, continuing down the safest route. Down farther, you can see somebody fiddling with what looks like a pokeball. He has a frustrated look on his face and seems almost as if he's trying to rip it open. When you reach him, he looks up at you and you lock eyes. He smiles, not bothering with the pokeball anymore. "You have to battle a trainer that looks you in the eyes!" He yells, a new look of determination on his face. Throwing the pokeball at the ground, a small Weedle appears. It writhes on the ground in a happy dance, calling out its name to communicate. "Now let's battle!"
Player: Let's go then!
DM: Charmander moves in front of you, looking down at the Weedle. You almost laugh. Fire type is super effective against bug type, this should be a cinch! You tell Charmander to use flame thrower, but before he can open his mouth weedle uses string shot and binds his mouth shut. You gasp and the boy laughs. "No fire moves! Let's make this fair!" You tell Charmander to use tackle, but Weedle is already by his side, throwing his body against him. "Don't think you have the upper hand just because of type difference! When pokemon have a strong bond with their trainer, type doesn't even matter! Now Weedle, use poison sting!" The Weedle shoots a barb into Charmander, and he turns a sickly purple, dropping to the ground. "Now finish it off with a final tackle!" Weedle attacks Charmander with a hard tackle, finally knocking him out. Since you are now out of usable pokemon, you lose!

Player: The second pokeball
DM: You picked Magikarp, the water type pokemon. Would you like to choose Magikarp?
Player: Magikarp, I choose you!
DM: Congratulations! You chose Magikarp! Now go along and start your journey with your new pokemon!
Player: Full speed ahead!
DM: You begin your journey with your Magikarp in its pokeball, because it cannot walk on the ground. You come up to a fork in the road. The right path looks like it's covered in a forest, and the left path looks like it's a desert.
Player: Forest path
DM: You step into the forest, noticing that the deeper you walk, the thicker the brush gets. Eventually, the forest blocks out the sun and it looks like night time. Snarls and noises come from almost all around you. You see eyes from the bushes. Fear begins to take over when you go to turn around, but your path gets blocked by a hoard of Rattatas! You try to run passed them, but they keep running around until they form a circle around you. You only have one option, to fight!

DM: You send out Magikarp and watch him flop around on the ground. You tell him to use splash, but it seems nothing happens! The Rattata all take turns using tackle or scratch, and when you use splash, again nothing happens. All you can do is watch while your Magikarp gets beaten up, until all of the Rattata run away. You don't know where you are in the woods, and you've gotten so turned around that you don't know where you came in from! Looks like you're stuck... You lose!

Player: Go into the grass
DM: You step into the grass, hesitantly waiting while it crunches under your feet. After a minute, you step forward, making your way through the grass, with Charmander right behind you. The farther you go in, the less visible things seem to become. The grass becomes taller, and the snarling in front of you grows louder.
Player: No way, I'm out

DM: Without hesitation you turn and dart left down an alleyway - because Tommy actually has his pistol in his hand he is the bigger threat now: one of the detectives shoots him and fatally wounds him. You hear the gunshot and the yell of one of the lawmen for you to halt but you make it to the end of the alley and race around the corner a second before the lawman fires after you. Emerging onto a busy road you quickly flag down a passing car, jump inside and taking the driver hostage you order him to get you out of Iowa. You make your escape, heart pounding, and drive down to Indiana to meet up with the rest of the gang.
Player: Hide out near Chicago with Jimmy and John
DM: You go with Jimmy and John Chase to hide out in a small cabin in a wooded area outside Chicago. You manage to stay hidden for a few weeks until one night the three of you are standing around talking when suddenly a police car pulls down the drive, stops and a police officer gets out. You all tense."What's the trouble here?" the policeman asks."No trouble at all," you call back to him.Jimmy raises his machine gun.
Player: Open fire on the cops
DM: You fire a blast of bullets at the policemen, hitting both of them. With the two lawmen down you, Jimmy and John hastily run to John's car, jump in and drive away. You quickly flee the Chicago area and it is a good thing that you do: a week later you are stunned to read in newspapers that your friend John Dillinger was shot dead by FBI Agents while leaving a cinema with two friends in Chicago. A month later Homer Van Meter is tracked down and killed to.You are now the most wanted man in America.

Player: If Nemo is healthy
DM: "GET DOWN!" roars a voice over the squad channel. Nemo dashes forward and tackles Radio and Savant to the ground as the humming beams fly over. You can see they look hurt."You okay there Nemo? Savant? Radio?"Savant's voice is heard: "Yes, we're good, Sentinel. We made a serious error but have only sustained light wounds.""Why so cold, Savant?", says Radio. "We're fighting for our lives here, be casual, swear, piss on the dead, just don't go all robotic.""I find this... casual hard to wear.""Don't worry, it has to rub off sooner or later.""You haven't been through a Kharon training camp. Breaking the indoctrination and thinking by oneself is alone challenging. Relaxing among others... I have not yet succeeded in this task."

DM: Grabbing your equipment, you, Harridan, Gearhead, Outrider, Hawk and Nemo move out of the control room."They drilled through the roof, into the junction ahead", says Gearhead. "We can set up a defense in the corridor."You look around. The corridor contains alcoves on either side, and from this point onward broadens into a maze-like low-roofed warehouse filled with magnetically sealed crates, which gleam metallically in the flickering overhead buzz-lights. The perfect place for an ambush. As you move forward through the boxes, you see the room narrow into another corridor. That's where you will make your stand."So, Sentinel", asks Hawk. "What should we do? We'll only have time to do one thing."Hawk doesn't seem at all fazed by his near death experience, but his face has changed; instead of the wide-eyed rookie gawp, his eyes have hardened with determination. It doesn't seem to have hurt him like Gambler, or turned him cold, like Nemo.Harridan looks up at the ceiling. "The lights... After we set up, we can shoot out the lights and leave them in the dark!"You think. The Taktat military uses both night vision and night-vision countermeasures, but in a daylight assault you doubt they came prepared.
Player: Get into cover without setting up anything
DM: You find a good spot and plonk yourself down, testing your weapons by turning off the plasma and firing darts into the wall. Satisfied with your weapon accuracy, you turn up the plasma the highest it will go without making noise.You point your preferred weapon at the doorway. Echoed clanking noises come out, and you feel a shudder as the Third Line suffers another salvo of cannon fire.
Player: Ambush
Player: Use your Plasma Pistol
DM: You start pumping out shots, but your pistol's beams don't even slow them down. In the confusing, strobing light of plasma flashes, you notice that they are wearing armour. The commandoes came prepared for a tough fight.However, your shots draw their attention. You blink as a bunch of them stop moving and begin probing the containers around you. A lucky beam hits your neckplate and you wince as you feel the heat of your suit dispersing the energy. You yell out in pain and urgently flush coolant into your helmet as the deadly energy works its way through, slowly but surely, like lava. Your suit is burning out.You gasp as you feel a small electric shock to your skull. The plasma doesn't even get past your skin, energy spent.Pick a number from the random number table. If you did not repair your suit last night, add 4. If you are an engineer, subtract 2. Deduct this number from your health.

Player: 1

DM: That you know you are hungry cannot be denied. But what else might be said about you? If you could bare the intimacy of self-questioning you might have a breakthrough, maybe awaken some deep seeded, repressed memory from the past and through this enriched understanding transcend the "you" you never were. Something like that, anyway.You square your shoulders and put yourself toe-to-toe with your holo-self."What are you doing here?", you ask.Your holo-self asks the same in response, as before. This time you hardly flinch but are aware of the impulses of discomfort playing out on your face. Fascinating!After what seems like hours talking to yourself - at yourself, you feel you've made some progress and despite an experience to remember, you wonder if it has any bearing on the choices you will make in the future. There's only one way to find out. You decide to head back from whence you came. Maybe you'll make another choice this time around.

DM: You switch from screaming to singing and regain your balance. All of the walruses, including the one balancing fish and eggs on its head, make gargling noises which resemble the pitch and melody of Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back In Town". They continue to slap their fins together and nod in rhythm to the beat of the song. The timer makes a dinging sound. The walruses break out into a polite applause and nod in approval. Two of the larger ones pick you up and hoist you upon their shoulders. The walruses begin to march towards the factory with the sign labeled "Santa's Workshop". The two carrying you have a pretty tight grip on your legs.
Player: "No thanks, I quit years ago".
Player: Leave immediately.

Player: Go towards Woodhall
DM: You journey towards the village of Woodhall. There, you see Hobbits at market, and many farms. The crops look very bountiful here, almost as if there was some kind of magic in the area causing them to grow. As you wander around, you look out to the wilderness. It is very hard to make out, but something catches your eye in the woods. It looks like a camp of some sorts. Do you investigate it?
Player: Go to investigate
DM: You stumble upon a strange camp, with a doused fire pit and wooden platform in the trees. There is a prickle on your neck, as you realise that there is magic here. Elvish magic.Lying in the grass is a piece of jewelry. On further inspection, it seems to be a brooch of some kind. You pick it up, and suddenly your mind sees images. Fields of flowers in the morning. The rushing waters of a ford in starlight, and a nightingale singing in the woods in the evening.You suddenly drop the brooch, and leave it there. Elvish magic is not something to be trifled with.

Player: Descend more rapidly to prevent Donovan's escape
DM: You and your men descend rapidly, not carefully checking the caves for opponents in your haste to catch up with your enemies. Suddenly a volley of gunshots rings out and three of your men fall dead. You and your remaining companions throw yourselves to the ground but you are not sure where the shots came from. Seconds later a second volley of three shots rings out, killing three more of your men.This time you can clearly see where the shots came from and order your men to fire at the cave. Your men fire a volley of gunshots into the cave and silence follows. Approaching the cave cautiously you find your three attackers lying dead inside, emaciated with worn shoes and tattered clothes. You have killed three more of your enemies but their ambush has cost six of your men their lives.
Player: Press on west
DM: You and your men continue west, following the stream, when suddenly a small volley of gunshots ring out from the darkness ahead: three of your men are hit and killed. Immediately your men return fire and you hear shouts in the darkness and then running feet. Rushing forward you find the bodies of three men on the ground but none of them are either Donovan or Longa. Your last enemy still waits ahead of you.

Player: Outnumbered
DM: You keep your head down, now. The Taktat storm commandoes are moving around the container labyrinth. You keep your exit route in your head.Harridan comes through on your radio. "Okay, fearless leader, what do we do now? We could make a run for it and get out, regroup at the 4th line."Gearhead groans. "Where are those heavy weapons? We should have some kind of firepower here. What do we get? Ploorking carbines. Ayo, Command. Let's hold off a fucking horde with-""Ah, stop moaning. We all have problems." Outrider is annoyed."Well, we can either get back to the 4th line, keep fighting or make a push forward." Nemo is calm"Forward? Bullshit!" Harridan and Gearhead speak at the same time."Just give the word", says Hawk. "They won't get me so easily this time!""Well, anyone who's wounded will have to get out now. If you can't fight, get to the control room."
Player: Push forward
DM: "We're going to counterattack.""Oh, shiiit..." You can see Harridan screwing her eyes shut."Move out. When you see them, lay down as many beams as you can, keep the pressure on them."You move forward, crouching to keep your head below the container level.You hear quick footsteps coming closer and you move to meet them. As you turn a corner, you start blasting away with beams akimbo, a weapon in each hand. The space between rows of containers is filled with troopers. You catch a few of them off guard and they go down, but the ones behind them start spraying back. You are forced to pull yourself back around the corner as beams fly past. Then you see a shockwave grenade bounce off the floor. You dive for the ground as it goes off behind you (lose 2 health).Troopers round the corner and start firing on you as you desperately run for cover.If one or more members of you squad have been wounded, lose 7 health. Otherwise lose 4 health.You fire behind you, somehow managing to stay on your feet. Your back is burning and you can feel the suit struggling (if you did not repair your suit last night, lose 2 health)."Run, man! Run! We blew it!""What do you think I'm doing!?"You manage to lose the troopers in the containers, but stay on the move, knowing your foes are hot on your heels.

Player: Charlotte Costello

DM: "You have fucking blisters and rashes, man. It looks like that whole chunk of your arm could fall off at any moment!" You look again, but quickly look away. The discoloration, leaking, and bloody, swollen punctures were too much for you.The expression on Mike's face shifts. It shifts in the worst way.. He can tell you looked away, and he can tell that the wound is bad. He starts to panic, "We need to get into Spearville, fast! Please, speed up. Com'on, this is fucking crazy! That bastard! That bastard bit me, and now... I don't know. Necro-shit? Like a goddamn zombie? In the movies? Am I gonna be eating brains tomorrow or some fucked up shit like that?"You press a little harder on the gas, wondering if riling him up was a good idea.. A sign ahead says 'Welcome to Spearville', so the medical practice must be close.Mike must have seen the sign too, "Spearville! The doctor is a couple blocks ahead, let's go, go, go. We can go now." He starts itching and digging at the blisters.
Player: I need to hurry. He's freaking out.

DM: "No," you reply. "It must be lead, for only lead is sufficient to smother the flames of the Chimeara. Athena was clear - anything else will be useless."The metallurgist shakes his head, and sets about affixing a large lump of lead to you spear. He's right, it is remarkably heavy and unwieldy.Still, you know what needs to be done, and resolve that you will follow the instructions of Athena and prevail over the frightening monster.To the cheers of the gathering crowds, you mount Pegasus, and hoist your spear. With a whispered prayer for protection and strength, you take to the sky, navigating quickly to the lair of the Chimaera.It's time to put an end to the suffering of Lycia. Can you do it? Are you ready?
Player: No! I'm afraid! I don't want to be a Hero!
DM: You slow your flight, the spear weighing you down.Is this what you want? Is this how you plan to build your name, gain fame and riches?Alas, you hesitate too long. The Chimaera awakes and swoops towards you. In your shock and indecision, you drop the spear, and the Chimaera snatches you from the back of your steed.You have failed.Meddle not in the affairs of Chimaerae, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

Player: She's wasting your time and it's slightly aggravating.
DM: Far be it for her to let that sit between you two, so she brushes off her earlier bravado and excuses herself, leaving you tired and just a bit bewildered.

Player: You're welcome.
DM: That you don't mind seeing on her, and put them aside for later.
Player: So, what was that about TV?
DM: "Actually," she begins. Of course she has something picked. "Can we try that one movie based on your favorite book?" It's not that great, but you're surprised she's paid that much attention. You agree, and the two of you move to the downstairs couch. After turning on the system and putting the disc in, you both settle in. Before long, you turn to ask her what she thinks of it. She's sound asleep. It's too late now to rouse her enough to change into the more comfortable sleepwear and she has a tendency to be overtly affectionate and clingy while partially asleep. You don't have enough energy to get her awake and settled in. You do manage to think up a few different options, however. You could let her sleep where she is, settled comfortably on your chest. You would have to set an alarm and hurry out the door in the morning. You could carefully remove yourself and go up to your bedroom to sleep, Or you could take her with you, knowing she'll be much more comfortable in a bed and you'll be happier knowing she's close.

Player: Yeah no actually get out of my house.
DM: Not only is she shocked and hurt, but you're also not getting that thing she managed to get you to "forget" at her house back. "No that's okay," she frowns. "I get it." She can't retreat fast enough. Also your car probably has at least one new scuff on it.

Player: You're busy with chores.
DM: She starts to let herself out. You stop her to say....
Player: I'm sorry. Some other time?
DM: You know, for her showing up randomly, and all. She nods and leans in for a quick hug. "Yeah. I'll call next time," And you wave goodbye as she shoves her feet into her shoes and grabs her jacket. Outside it's started pouring harder.

Player: At least let me get you home safe.
DM: She grins at you, a bit worried about causing you more effort than she'd meant to. "Thank you very much, I appreciate it." She says as you help her with her jacket and then grab your keys from a hook on the wall. Maybe you'll never know why she showed up at your house in the first place. She never brings it up again, and it doesn't seem to bother either of you again. Still, sometimes you can't help but wonder....

Player: She isn't that heavy, and you know that both of you will be more comfortable on a bed.
DM: Trying to find your way out and up the stairs in the dark. A few times you almost trip over furniture you swear wasn't placed there, but you eventually make it. Now you are very tired, and she's starting to come to. In a last ditch effort you roll her into the bed, set your alarm, and crawl in. She won't disturb you if she thinks you're asleep. In the midst of your drowsiness, you think you hear her voice... "My family is moving away, I got in a fight with them because my life is here, and I didn't want to make it about that, but you're here too." She whispers. "I think... I could be falling in love," Is your breathing even enough? Is this too sudden? Is it a little offputting? But you are very tired. Your arm is wrapped over her, and you gently tug her closer. Whatever it is can be sorted out later, or not. You're both happy. You smile and mumble "goodnight".

Player: Pick her up.

Player: Quietly leave the room.

Player: She's comfortable, what's one night on the couch going to hurt?
DM: It really isn't the biggest discomfort in the world, if a bit inconvenient. But you figure it's worth not exerting yourself or coming up with a plan to remove yourself from the room. So you slip your hand into your pocket, pull out your phone, squint into the light and set an alarm. There's about a half hour left on the movie. Deciding that it's easier to let it run out than stretch for the remote, your hands find themselves resting on her stomach after pulling down the blanket kept over the backrest. She is smiling and content. Hopefully you helped with whatever shit was eating at her. Tomorrow she'll rush out a goodbye and head out. You won't hear from her again until after work when she texts you saying you should "hang out sometime soon" and to "have a good day!" You never do figure out why she showed up in the first place. It's been a strange night.

Player: Leave the Golden Perch
Player: Go towards Budgeford
DM: You head towards Budgeford. There is a very pretty bridge here, and you see some Hobbits lazily fishing. You remember that the Hobbits are suspicious of strangers, and you don't want to disturb the peace here.
Player: Return to Stock
Player: Travel to Frogmorton
DM: You travel across country roads until you come to the grassy fields of Frogmorton. As you climb to the top of a hill, you see all around the Shire. In the distance, just North of where you are, you see a tall hill with a beautiful, ancient tree right at the top. Do you go towards this strange tree, or carry on to Hobbiton, thorough Bywater?

Player: Go back to Stock
Player: Order a beer

Player: Return to Woodhall

Player: Go towards Hobbiton through Bywater

Player: Go towards the tree
DM: You travel towards the tree, atop the tall hill. The hill is on the edge of the forest of Brockenborings. The tree, and Elm Tree, looks rather beautiful, and you can see by its trunk that it must have been here for a very long time. There are two indentations on the tree, and the image of eyes on a face jumps into your mind.One thing seems a little odd to you...the ground is covered in crumbled dirt. It looks as if something has recently dug up the ground here, but what could they be digging for? And why is the dirt all around the tree, rather than in just one spot?
Player: Look closely at indentations on the tree trunk
DM: You examine the indentations on the tree trunk. As you look closer, the indentations begin to move. Suddenly, a piece of bark over the indentations lifts up, and you see a perfectly round eye with a dark green pupil."Burarum!" The tree growls. What do you do?
Player: Step back, but hold your ground
DM: You take a few steps backwards, but do not run."Who...are...you?" The tree says, each word taking it a while to say"You look...different to the...others."You explain, a little quickly, that you are not a Hobbit. You are one of the "Big Folk"."Ah..." the tree says. It does not say anything for a full minute, so you ask what it is."My...you are a hasty one," the tree says, "But you...told me your name...so I ...Will tell you mine. I am Elmwig and I...am an Entwife!"An Entwife! You had heard myths about such creatures, but you're sure that they were all male."I...am the last of my kind," continues Elmwig, "This place, this...Shire, was the last resting place of the Entwives, before the Ents began to wander away East. We were...cut down by the invaders from the North. I...was the final one to escape their slaughter."You listen for the next few hours to her stories. She has seen so much of the world; she was there when the Elves came West, when the Durin and his dwarves came out from the Mountains. She saw a Dark Lord do battle with a huge spider of pure darkness, and a whole continent fall into the sea. After her tale is done, she begins to close her eyes."I have not had...such an attentive listener...in all my years," she says, "But I must rest now. I must sleep." And with that, she closes her eyes, and speaks no more.After a few days, the leaves began to turn brown and fall. They never regrew. The tree never moved or spoke again.

Player: Continue into the woods
DM: You walk into the forest. The trees tower over you, and you hear them whispering in the winds. A small Fallow deer stag, russet with white spots, wanders into the dirt path and takes one look at you before galloping away through the ferns with a rustle.As you travel deeper into the woods, the air gets noticeably colder, and the trees close around you, making the forest dark and foreboding. Suddenly, you hear a howl: wolves! A wolf is ahead of you, on the path, its eyes shining like lanterns. You turn around, about to run, when you see a larger pack sneaking up behind you. You only have a short sword, which you use to defend yourself. It probably won't be of much use here. What do you do?
Player: Try to fight back
DM: You decide to fight. You reach for your sword, but before you can even draw it, the wolves are on you. You fall backwards, and you feel the weight of the creature pressed down on your chest. Its teeth are bared to your face.Suddenly, another howl comes from the woods. The wolves all look up, then immediately bolt. Something is coming that scares them,A hooded figure climbs down from the trees. They look at you, on the floor, and then help you up. The figure removes its hood, to reveal a young, beautiful woman with long brown hair and emerald eyes."It was an unwise choice to wander into these woods unprepared as of late," she says, "It is appearing to be more and more the case these days."
Player: Ask the woman if she can escort you out of these woods
Player: Try to run past the wolves
DM: You attempt to run past the wolves. They snarl, but your quick response causes them to back away for just a moment. They give chase, and you can feel them snapping at your heels. Suddenly, there is another howl, and the wolves stop in their tracks. This howl sounds like it comes from a much larger, more dangerous animal. Just as you manage to escape the woods, the creatures turn back.

Player: Return to Frogmoton

Player: Run away!
DM: You don't know what is going on and you want know part of this. You run down the hill as fast as you can, your heart heavily pounding in your chest. When you get the courage to look back, you see the tree has closed its eyes again.
Player: Go back to Frogmorton
Player: Go to the woods of Overhill

Player: Travel To Hobbiton

Player: Ask the woman who she is and how she found you
DM: The woman smiles."Normally I wouldn't give out my name so readily, but there is something different about you," she says, "You came to this land, not out of desire to conqer or dominate, but merely to experience it, to know. So I will tell you my name...it is Byersael." You walk together for a while, and talk. She is a Dunedain, a Ranger. They are the descendents of Numenor, and ancient people who's Island was plunged into the ocean after their King was turned to wickedness and evil by a mysterious figure, known only by the name "Sauron"."I was tracking you through these woods in case you meant harm to the Shire," she explains, "There's talk of strange folk abroad, whispers that even powers from as far away as Isengard are looking to attack this place. However, I've seen you, and you do not carry yourself like one of the enemy."You reach the end of the road. Byersael bids you goodbye; she knows you're not a threat, and hopes that you will meet again someday.

Player: You have found your way back to Frogmorton

DM: You have seen all you want to in The Shire. It is time to travel on to new lands. Perhaps the ancient lands of Ered Luin, the only survivor of the Second Age, will be interesting.You have one last chance to travel back to The Shire. Do you take it?
Player: Go back into the Shire

Player: Return to the Town Hall

Player: Look at the collection of teeth, claws and tusks
DM: In one display case, there is large tusk. The sign says that the tusk came from a large boar, who snapped off his tusk when he got into a fight with another boar.There is a cruel, dark fang in the case. This belonged to a spider of Mirkwood;Bilbo found it when trying to save his friends from their webs.
Player: Go back

DM: While you really don't want to go to your lessons, you also don't want to disobey your mother. That, and there's the chance you might put Lanike in a bad spot with your mother. You'd rather avoid your mother's wrath entirely, for lessons can always end, but when your mother kindles her wrath, it can stay ablaze for several months at a time. It's quite unlike your father's wrath which flares up at the most unexpected times, burn hot, then turns to ash.You yawn and the pair of you continue onward to Leonidas' study. When you two get there, Leonidas is sitting in a polished wooden chair with a book in hand. His desk is positioned behind him, and another chair is sitting in front of him. Several bookshelves line the walls, and each of the shelves are filled with copious scrolls, parchments, and a few bound books."You're late, Alexander." his voice sounds like your mother's, filled with authority, but the similarities end there. While your mother has fiery red hair, Leonidas has dull brown hair. Even their facial structures are wildly different. The only thing they really have in common, aside from their demeanor, is their color eyes which, like yours, are sky blue. "His mother kept him longer than expected." Lanike immediately comes to your defense. "Hm. Is that so? It can't be helped then ." He says this, but doesn't sound at all convinced. "Now come Alexander. We have work to do." Lanike ruffles your tousled golden hair one last time disappearing into the hallway. She'll be back in a few hours to pick you up. You sit in the chair across from your Uncle."Alright. What shall we start with?

Player: Stay in your lesson
DM: As much as you want to practice your fighting skills, you can't just leave Leonidas here. For all you know mother might get mad at him again. You wait patiently as Leonidas decides how to teach you, and before long he walks back over to his seat with the Etiquette 'manual' in hand. He begins the lesson by teaching you the various ways you are supposed to address foreign dignitaries, and then having you memorize them and repeat them back to him.This grows quite tedious and you find yourself whistling some nameless tune. Anything to break the monotony of blanket memorization. After a while you realize that Leonidas has stopped asking you questions, and instead is just listening to you whistle. The sudden attention surprises you and you break off your whistling. "What's wrong Uncle?"He shakes his head idly. "Nothing's wrong. The opposite in fact." You raise your eyebrows surprised and somewhat curiously. Leonidas gets up from his seat and walks back to his materials shelf. He puts the manual back, and instead grabs the lyre you saw earlier. He's never once given you the opportunity to play it before. "Let's see how you do with this Alexander," he hands you the lyre, which you take gingerly, He waits expectantly."I don't know how to play it," you tell him."Give it your best shot."Seeing no way out of it, you start to struma few strings. After you figure out the basic sounds of each string you attempt to play craft a melody. You think it sounds great, but Leonidas' expressing denotes otherwise. "That's fine enough for starters, but I think you can do better. If you're willing to commit, Alexander, then I can teach you this instrument. It is a hard thing to do, but i think it's well within your reach. What do you say?"
Player: No
DM: You don't know why else you have an aversion to it, but you feel like if you start to learn the lyre, you won't have very much time for anything else. "No.'Leonidas frowns. "That's a shame. I feel like you could have been one of the greatest musicians of our time. "When you don't say anything he simply moves on. "What lesson would you like to learn next?

Player: No

Player: No

Player: No

Player: "When Achilles defeated Hector."

Player: No

DM: I thought I would make a dice game :) The rules are pretty simple, so you'll get the hang of it once you start playing the game.There are 28 number slots, next to 8 goals.Each turn, you roll a die to get a number, and then say which number slot you want to place that number into.If it can not be placed there, the number is lost, and the next die is rolled.Keep this in mind:Four in a Row requires the numbers 1,2,3,4 or 2,3,4,5 or 3,4,5,6Five in a Row requires the numbers 1,2,3,4,5 or 2,3,4,5,6Two Pair, means you choose a pair of numbers for the first two slots, then you can pick any number to start the second pair of numbers for the last two slots.If you start a Row series with a 4 or higher, you will never be able to complete that series.
Player: ROLL THE DICE!
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [5]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 27 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0
Player: 5. Assign this roll to Four in a Row

Player: 7. Assign this roll to Five in a Row
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [5]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 0, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 5, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0
DM: YOU HAVE ROLLED A [2]Now you must choose which goal to assign the number to. You can only assign it to a goal if there is a free number slot still available. If you try to assign a number to a goal where it does not belong, you will lose the number, and gain no points from this roll.You have 26 rolls remaining.1. Single Number............ 02. Two of a Kind............ 0, 03. Two Pairs.................. 0, 0, 0, 04. Three of a Kind.......... 0, 0, 05. Four in a Row............ 0, 0, 0, 06. Four of a Kind............ 5, 0, 0, 07. Five in a Row............. 0, 0, 0, 0, 08. BLITZ! Five of a Kind... 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 GOAL8 = 0

Player: 4. Assign this roll to Three of a Kind

DM: It's your first night in the Bachelor's mansion, and 24 fabulous women are waiting to win your heart. You're a little nervous, but not TOO nervous... after all, besides the host, you're the only guy for miles around. (You lucky dog.) You sit down the head of a huge and formal mahogany dining table and stare at the gaggle of gorgeous girls. You're going to have to eliminate half of them tonight. You only have two hours... hardly enough time to get to know them all. You can, however, ask them each to answer one question at the table. What do you ask?
Player: What is your best feature or trait?
DM: Good idea, put 'em on the spot and see how they perform under pressure. You clear your throat and say, "Ladies, please think carefully and tell me your single best feature." The girls giggle and you catch a few batting their eyes at you when they think the other girls aren't looking. One by one, they take turns revealing their finest traits, and although they're each a little unique, they fall into four categories. You have to eliminate some of their girls based on their answer, so which of the four groups do you send packing?
Player: "My playful sense of humor."
DM: You're not here for games or laughs, you're here for love. So you bid farewell to the silly good time gals, along with a few others who fail to set off any initial sparks in your heart.Now it's time for some big First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you want to entertain the 12 remaining ladies. You reply:

DM: Hmmm... that's not a question you're asking YOURSELF, after laying eyes on all of these eager beauties. But it's a good one to ask them. You clear your throat and say, "Ladies, why are you here? Why do you want to be a part of the Bachelor?" A few girls blush and several others throw knowing glances your way, as they go around the table, answering your questions one by one. Although they each say something slightly different, they still boil down to three basic categories. You have to eliminate one; which group do you send packing?
Player: "I was asking myself the same thing, until you walked into the room. Now there's no question at all."
Player: "In the giant hot tub, of course."

Player: "My totally uninhibited and adventurous spirit in all areas of life... including the bedroom."
DM: You like women with a little more to offer than some fun in the sack, so you dismiss the girls with the dity minds, along with a few others who don't set off any initial sparks in your heart. Now it's time for some First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you'd like to entertain the remaining 12 ladies. You answer:

DM: Great idea! Go right for the juicy stuff. You clear your throat and say, "Ladies, would you please tell me what you're looking for in a relationship?"After a lot of giggling and hair tossing, not to mention several winks thrown in your direction, you get answers out of all the girls. They each have their own unique wording, but they fall into four basic categories. Based on their answers, you need to eliminate at least one group. Which one do you eliminate?
Player: "I want a best friend, most of of all, and also a sexy partner for all of life's adventures."
DM: You bid a fond farewell to those spunky, sweet girls, as well as a few others who didn't make your heart start pumping at first sight. Now it's time for some big First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you want to entertain the remaining 12 ladies. You reply:
Player: Nothing, you don't want to make either of them or any of the other girls jealous.
DM: Smart choice. The girls seem to respect your hands-off attitude, and Gemma and Ruthie both hang around a little after you've said goodnight to the others to favor you with a quick peck on the cheek. You wish them sweet dreams and retire to your bachelor's suite, looking forward to Round Two.

DM: Hmmm... that's just a little too much pressure for you! You don't like the idea of having to make someone's life perfect; you've got too many foibles for that job description. So you bid farewell to the romantic idealists, along with a few others who fail to set off any initial sparks in your heart.Now it's time for some big First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you want to entertain your remaining 12 ladies. You reply:

DM: If these ladies think it's just a game, they're playing with fire. You want someone who knows there's more than a competition at stake here, so you bid farewell to the fiesty vixens, along with a few others who fail to set off any initial sparks in your heart.Now it's time for some big First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you want to entertain your remaining 12 ladies. You reply:

DM: Blech... sensitivity, who needs that? You're looking for something a little more exciting than that, so you bid adieu to the touchy-feely girls, along with a few others who don't set off any initial sparks in your heart. Now it's time for some First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you'd like to entertain the remaining 12 ladies. You answer:

DM: Sure, you don't want to have the burden of taking responsibility for a fragile girl. The girls who want protecting are sent packing, as are a few others who don't set off any sparks in your heart. Now it's time for some First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you'd like to entertain the remaining 12 ladies. You answer:

DM: Yeah, those girls were just a little too slick for their own good. You like a woman with her own mind, so you send the "whatevers" home, along with a few others who don't set off any sparks in your heart. Now it's time for some First Night Fun. Chris, the host, asks you where you'd like to entertain the remaining 12 ladies. You answer:

Player: "Gemma, will you be my girl?"
DM: You worry for a moment that Gemma will be disappointed that you aren't proposing, but she barely seems to notice. "I'm so happy!" She exclaims almost a dozen times before you silence her with a kiss. She has tears of joy in her eyes, and you realize that not only is she totally in love with you, but also she is going to be very patient with you and positive no matter what. You feel absolutely full of hope for a long and happy relationship.

DM: You return to the palace on the magnificent Pegasus, much to the surprise of Iobates, who had been certain that you had fled.You spend the night in your quarters, fasting and praying to Athena for strength. The stable masters have been warned to stay well clear of Pegasus, who will attack any who stray too near. The Pegasus is a proud and willful steed, obedient only to the one with the protection of Athena.There is a great scurrying about the palace, and everywhere, whispered conversations erupt. Some say you're headed for certain death. Some say you'll prevail. You can't tell which they would prefer.Fitfully, you sleep.

Player: If not, pick a number from the Random Number Table

Player: Laura
DM: You've chosen Laura, and now you have a big decision to make. Will you propose marriage to her, or will you just ask her to be your girl?
Player: Propose
DM: The big moment has finally come. The cameras are rolling and you think of the millions of people who will be watching you in your big moment. You see your new soul mate Laura standing there in a beautiful flowing gown with flowers in her hair, and you know in your heart you've made the right choice. You get down on one knee and pop the big question.
Player: "Laura, will you marry me?"
DM: Laura gives you a coquettish smile. "Yes, of course!" she exclaims. You are elated, until you realize she is more enraptured by the diamond engagment ring than your beaming face. Have you mistaken Laura's lust for victory for true love? A sinking feeling overtakes you, and you realize you would play the game completely differently if only you had another chance...

Player: Ask her to be my girl
DM: You see Laura waiting for you, and you feel a huge burden lifted from your heart, knowing that you won't have to ask her to rush into anything, but also knowing that she'll realize you chose her over the 23 other women and how special you think she is. Finally, it's time, in front of the camera and millions of future television viewers, to pop the question:
Player: "Laura, will you be my girl?"
DM: Laura is all smiles until she realizes that you are not proposing marriage, but simply a relationship. Her eyes narrow slightly and a cool demeanor replaces her previously charming embrace. You realize that Laura's feelings for you may not be everything you hoped for and thank your lucky stars that you didn't propose marriage. It's a happy ending, but not as happy as finding true love. If only you could go back and try a little harder to find your real soul mate...

Player: Warrior

DM: You work up to a slow jog, and cover fifty of the last ninety feet to Mike's. He's sitting on a log outside the camper, holding his arm. You can see another figure running, almost sprinting, in the opposite direction of you. This can't be good, you pick up your pace, quickly reaching your friend.. er.. work-friend?
Player: Look at Mike's arm
DM: "Hey, you're back!" He stands up, and peels the sticky, blood soaked washcloth from his forearm."Mike, what in the-", you start to ask, but he cuts you off, "Some crazy fuck, he comes running from the woods, and he fuckin' bites me!"He takes a moment, breathes deeply, and continues, "I grabbed a rock and beat the hell out of him, then he ran.. You prob'ly saw him, right?" He looks down and notices a small slug on his arm. He flicks it away, and sits back down."Yeah, he ran down toward the town," You take another look at his bite-wound. It looks bad. You take a step toward the car.
Player: "Mike, we gotta get you to a doctor.. That thing'll get infected out here."
DM: You both get in the car, buckle your seatbelts, and prepare for the thirty-minute, bumpy, winding drive from Dripping Springs to the nearest town big enough to have any sort of doctor: Spearville.Mike, the only one of you two that knows the way back to real civilization from this hellhole, points you in the right direction, and the two of you head down the twisting dirt trail in his 2001 Subaru."Take this next left.. Hey, why don't we turn on the radio?" Mike reaches for the dial..
Player: "No, leave the thing off. Nothing but that 'modern' pop, dance shit anyway."
DM: You leave the radio turned off and continue on the way into town.Eventually, you reach a 'Welcome to Spearville' sign.Mike looks agitated, "Yeah, yeah. This is good. The doctor is up ahead. Lots of medicine.."You notice his wound is now surrounded by a purple rash and blisters.
Player: He needs medical attention. Quickly.

DM: Sebastian pulls at her sleeves and out come two daggers that she spins nimbly through her fingers in a dazzling display of skill. The men, still possessing the longer steel, advance. Sebastian watches the footwork of the men as they close. Daggers versus long swords is a game of skill and speed. She doesn't have the power to block a blade but she can deflect them and do so at high speed. She must first enter the swordsman's guard to filet him.The first swordsman jabs at Sebastian who steps backwards. The second advances and swipes hesitantly, they are testing their range. Sebastian retreats a step. The first lunges and Sebastian rolls to the left before ducking to his outside, this puts the first swordsman between Sebastian and the other man. He is effectively blocking his partner.Sebastian rushes then stops, causing the first swordsman to swipe clumsily and she waits as the blade whizzes by then charges in. Having exposed himself Sebastian stabs his throat, cuts his leading sword arm, and then plunges her backup dagger into his chest. He falls backwards into his ally who lets him slump.Blood ejects from his mouth as he tries to breathe, blood issues from his back."His lung is perforated, you can save him if you hurry." Sebastian speaks calmly.
Player: Try to Question Him.

Player: You continue down the path
DM: You continue down the path as you were told. (Such an obedient person.) Down the path you start to be able to barely see your hand in front of you face. You step slowly and carefully. You don't want to trip on the unsteady path. You wish you had some kind of light. You start thinking of what got you in hell. You weren't a bad person all your life, and actually you believed in God and tried to follow his orders faithfully. So, what did you ever do to deserve hell? Why had God turned his back on you now? And had you really died? The demon had said so, but then again, you can't remember actually dying. You almost run into a tree, thinking absentmindedly. However, you stop just in time to see the path has split in two. There's a path to your left, and a path to your right. The path on your left seems to have some light at the end, and the path on the right seems to lead into an underground tunnel.

Player: I change my mind, I want to be carried by big walruses to the sign labeled "Santa's Workshop"
DM: The walruses all cheer and another round of polite applause is delivered in your honor. The same two larger walruses hoist you back up on their shoulders and everyone is marching towards the sign labeled "Santa's Workshop" again.
Player: Awesome.
Player: 5

Player: Read Gabriel's First Note

DM: Forget the speed limit. You're going to get out of here, and you're going to get out fast. So you put your foot on the accelerator and drive faster than you ever have in your life, dodging all the cars going at half the speed you are like it's a maze. Hopefully, you're going to get out in time.Well, it looks like that isn't going to be happening anymore. Because a minute later, you're on the side of the road talking to the police. They ask you what you were thinking, if you knew what the speed limit was, and that you're going to lose your license.Your only way of getting out of this is to show the police your mission alert about the bomb, revealing everything about your secret team in the process, but that would mean betraying your promise to not tell. Or you could just accept defeat and keep your promise.
Player: Keep Your Promise
DM: You've made a promise, so you're going to keep it, even if it kills you. So that's exactly what you do as you tell the police that you didn't know what you were thinking and that you are sorry.Unsurprisingly, that doesn't cut it. You have your license taken away from you and end up in the back of the police car. Heading straight towards the city. No point getting out; you'll just get into more trouble if you do. Even if this bomb isn't real, your life is heading in a really bad direction.Its 2:31 and you're counting down the seconds, praying that the bomb isn't real. 3, 2, 1...BOOM!(You died.)

Player: But we get bored of looking at photographs. We have ideal partners right here in bed with us.
DM: Walter is relatable and muscular and funny and good and trivia, and Quinn is creative and artistic and funny and beautiful and lithe, and they are both completely in love with us.You have a patio with driftwood furniture, and I have a greenhouse with rare orchids, and everything is right, and Walter is turned on again, and Quinn is scratching her nails on my back again, and the yearbooks fall on the floor.There might have been a different world, but there isn't.Is that the story, you want to hear, Natalie? How things might have been, how we might have been happy with other people? Perhaps so. But there is no Walter, and while there is a Quinn, I haven't heard from her in decades. It's a fiction. We have our real story, and it's unglamorous and has no adventure or dangerous sex or anything, just love--soft golden love that fills the day.If that's enough, then kiss me now, because I understand about wanting to scare yourself with thoughts of other futures, to think of how close we come to not being here in this room together.And if that's not enough, then please, by all means, you go find your Walter, and I will look up Quinn. We are here now, but we don't have to be. It would be so easy to leave.

DM: Not wanting to risk getting pulled over and losing your way of escape for good, you drive at the speed limit. It really annoys you doing so, as every part of your body is screaming "Go faster! I don't want to die!". You allow yourself to go a little bit over as no one will care about that.You reach the city limits, but you're not in the clear yet. Passing you right now is another car belonging to an agent. You've been passed by a few of those. But no, you're not going to speed up. Imagine speeding up. Even when you're still within the blast radius of a bomb that could explode in minutes. You look back at a sign on the other side of the road that tells you how far you are from the city centre which all but confirms that.Eventually, it reaches 2:31 and you can only hope that the bomb isn't real, and if it is, that you don't die from it. Not long left now. 3, 2, 1...BOOM!There is a giant wall coming up to your car, which would have claimed millions of lives in that split-second. You are its next victim.

Player: Turn around and go back home
DM: This is some of the craziest stuff I've ever seen, there's no way I'm going in there. I turn around to head home, and a hand grabs me, puts their other hand over my mouth, and drags me inside! I wake up in a cage. It's dark, and It's so hot that I was sweating in my sleep. I feel around, but I can't seem to find any way out. oon, I overheat, and die. The End.

Player: Go along with him

Player: Run into the alley
DM: I sprint into the alley and hide behind the dumpster, looks like I safely avoided trouble. I'm not quite sure why I ran, I feel like someone's watching me, or something's after me. As I leave to turn and I walk away, I see a man standing at the end of the alley, and my heart drops. It's the man from dream. He gives me a menacing grin and starts walking closer. What do I do?
DM: Seeing his evil intentions, I rush towards him and punch him in the face. He doesn't budge, and I burn my hand. I try to give him a kick, and he grabs me by the leg and throws me across the alley into pile of boxes. He moves closer and raises his hand. I'm burned to a crisp,

Player: If the number is 6-10
DM: You lie in the darkness, invisible. You are surrounded by an armour stronger than the toughest magnetic shield or the deepest bunker, the camouflage of darkness. Even if the Taktat troopers had nightvision or infrared capabilities, your suit would confuse them. You are just a bump in the terrain. Concealed.As you lie hidden in the darkness, you piece together what is happening from the flashes you see and the radio chatter on your squad's channel."They haven't found me yet. I'll try and take them out from here." You recognise Harridan's determined voice is wavering from fatigue."Hmm, we'll move forward into the fighting now. I'm tired of hanging in reserve and you need us." That would be Cub's impatience."Have we called for relief?", says Guardian. "Some of us need nanobot treatment and we can't disengage without being gunned down.""But it's night. Won't they just blunder around in the dark?", asks Cub."Well Cub, they're attacking. They'll want to advance as far as possible. To them, no shots means an opportunity to move forward, and maybe to bring in heavy weapons. Also, they may have an infrared sensor. I know they don't have an accurate one yet, but it will surely be able to tell the difference between a squad and thin air.""I told Command we're hard pressed here and the other squads are wavering. Re-enforcements should be en-route now.", injects Harridan. "I hope they get here fast. What I'm getting from the Company isn't good. The 486th artillery crews have had to load up their cannons on to the transports so they can make a quick getaway. They'll keep fighting, but they're hard pressed."
Player: Squad, let's move.
DM: You hear new radio chatter."501st squad? Your company is being relieved. We'll take it from here."Harridan's weary voice comes through. "Thanks, guys. Lay down some cover fire so we can get away.""Will do."A rapidfire plasma gun sprays a withering hail of beams into the night. In the confusion, your squad quietly melts into the night.The ride into Tel-Nadr is blurred by the sleepy, but you feel so relaxed...You disembark at your staging post and decide to enjoy your downtime. You should be getting a pretty good reprieve from the hours of fighting and sentry duty to renew your mind and stop all the sleepy from getting you killed.

Player: Keep playing
DM: I do as he requests and continue playing. Minutes soon become hours, and I am still playing. Playing and playing, for endless amounts of time. The environment suddenly gets hot, increasing with each strum of the guitar that I take. My body burns up with the intensity, overheating me from my finger tips to my feet. The crowd continues screaming, begging for me to keep on playing. My last bit of energy fades, and I drop the guitar onto the floor. It cracks into numerous pieces, as I fall face first onto the floor as well. The crowd is in an uproar, but I can't move a single muscle in my body. Attempting to get up proves to be a futile attempt. Blood slowly drips from my fingers, eventually dropping onto the floor. The increasing heat causes me to feel dehydration, the worst form of death I could assume happening right now. I slowly fade out of consciousness, falling into a state of mind that prevents me from waking up ever again. The last instrument I will ever get to play, the last breath I will take in my life. My saddening death ending with the crowd cheering and shouting, my lifeless body on the foreboding floor.

Player: Dodging out of the way!
DM: You dodge out of the way of the charging wolves, and your astonished companions bear the brunt of the attack. Zorbak flings necromatic bolts of energy at the wolves, while the Book of Lore spits out paper soldiers. Robina sends shaft after shaft into the throats of the wolves.The paper soldiers put up a good fight, but they are ripped into pieces by the wolves who rip the Book of Lore into shreds.Zorbak manages to keep the wolves off him but they overwhelm him with numbers. You don't see them kill him, but a tuff of blue fur lands near you...You see Robina fending off and wounding wolves with her sword, her bow dropped to the ground. You leap forward with weapons in both hands, but the throng of wolves in front of you prevent you from helping Robina. She, like Zorbak, is overwhelmed by numbers. You know that your fate will be the same, but you still fight on.You tire eventually and you welcome the release that the wolves give you.

Player: Hide and Wait
DM: I'm not taking any chances, so I think I'm going to hide and wait for him to walk past me. I feel the footsteps getting closer, and they come to a sudden halt.I feel his hot breath above me, as I look up with terror. "You insolent fool!" he screams. He raises his claws to strike, and I dodge to the left and try to run. He grabs me by the leg and hurls me across the room. With severe burn marks on my leg and shattered bones, escape will be impossible. He moves towards me slowly with a menacing look on his face. I try my best to stand up but it's no good. With one final strike, I'm finished.

Player: Out of the inn...
DM: You step out of the inn, and see an undead mob of skeletons and zombies chasing and killing people. Oops. Seems like you should have done Artix's quest first. Too late for regrets now though, you call upon the Light to help you. The undead closest to you start disintegrating. When you have cleared the immeadiate area around the inn, you decide to look around and see how bad this 'undead invasion' is. Its bad. Undead have overrun the palace... So you have no idea about what to do now. Then, a bunch of undead come upon you. You can't use the light because the skill hasn't recharged yet. You use every bit of your skills but eventuaally tire. You make a good zombie warrior though.

Player: Go left.
DM: You choose to go left. You see piles of skulls in here. You come across two doors: Beige and Red. Which one do you choose?
Player: Go back.

Player: Steal the bike
DM: I hop on the bike and start to pedal away. There just so happens to be a squad car as I pass by the intersection, and seeing me flee from the cop, he turns his lights on and begins to follow me. Just great. I have all these police following me and I haven't done anything wrong. Should I give myself in? Or keep running?
Player: Turn yourself in
DM: Not wanting to cause any more trouble, I quietly turn myself in. While passing through the police station, I see a group of detectives standing around a man getting his mugshot taken. It's the mysterious man? It turns out he's an actually a terriost, and was developing gas-based bio weapons capable of producing intense hallucinations. When he say me after the show, I went home, but before that, he sercretly sprayed me with something. Why me though, of all people....
Player: Go along queitly
DM: I'm taken to a cell where I spend the night there. The next day he's gone, and I've lost all chance of finding him. In hope of escaping this madness, I leave the city to stay with my brother out in the country for awhile. I've had enough of this mess, and I just want to be safe.

Player: pedal faster
DM: I hit a bump and lose control of my bike, which sends me out into the street, lying in the path of an oncoming bus. I'm killed on impact.

Player: 3

DM: Despite the fallen can, you need to find some gas for your car. With added caution, you move further back in the garage; eventually reaching a room full of shelves and drawers with cans and containers of paint, oil, automotive fluids, etc. Hopefully you can find some gasoline.
Player: Look for the mechanic. He/she can help, and you shouldn't steal. You're already trespassing.
DM: You look around, and try calling out for someone, "Hello? Is anyone here?"*Click* *Clack*A shotgun.The sound of the pump action drops a 10 pound weight in your stomach. Oh shit. Instinctively, you put your hands up, in clear view of whoever is in the room with you."What'n the hell are you, you doing in my shop?", a man's voice demands.You need to be careful about what you say. Maybe you can get out of this.

Player: Run up to question him
DM: I run towards him, away from the cop arresting me. I shout "why did you do that to me?" before I'm tackled by police All of a sudden, i see a strange smoke coming through the air vent, and the entire room is too hazy to see. When I look up, he was gone. I spent the night in jail and was released the next day after being questioned by police. So many thoughts were racing through my head. I was angry. I was confused, but most of all, I was scared. I had no way to find him, but I was constantly worried that he might find me. A few nights later,I was laying in my bed when I hear a knock at the door. I opened it, and I was attackted by two men in black. After a breif struggle I'm thrown onto my kitchen floor, and I search for something to defend myself.
Player: Grab a roling pin
DM: I grab the rolling pin and smack one of them in the head. He falls down in agony, and after a quick beating, the other one does too. "what do you want from me!" I scream. They tell me that I know too much. In a fit of rage, I end up killing them both. Great, Now what do I do?
Player: Search the bodies
DM: I reach in their pockets and I find and address. In hopes of being their home base, I consider heading out. but first, what should I do?
Player: Hide the bodies
DM: I put the bodies in two large trash bags and I put them in my car one at a time. Someone sees me, and calls the police. I'm arrested and taken to prison.

Player: Head to the address
DM: Deciding that I should head over there while I have the chance, I go outside and I take my car straight to the destination. I see another large empty buidling, very similar to the one I had seen in my hallucinations. Fear grips me, and I begin to feel weak. I'm not entirely sure that I can do this, but I at least have to try. I sneak in side the building in attempt to find the man who tortured me. Once again, he's at the top of the stairs. I see him, and immediately attack him. After a struggle, he explains everything to me. I was chosen as a guinea pig, simply because he thought it'd be easiest. He needed a way to test out his weapons without thinking that he'd get caught. "unfortunately" he says, "Now I have to kill you." He reaches in his pocket and pulls out small hand gun. With three shots, I'm finished. I guess I'm going to hell after all.

Player: Jump onto the Car
DM: You jump onto the car. Panicked, the driver puts it on full speed and crashes into a tree. He jumps out of the car just in time while the car - and you - explode.

Player: Stay and fight
DM: You crouch and tense up. The footsteps grow closer and closer. A dark, armoured figure rounds the corner.Time seems to slow down as you raise your weapon.
Player: If you have 3 cartridges and use your rifle
DM: You fire as fast as possible, but as the first figure goes down screaming another three emerge behind him. You try to run, but there is nowhere to go.You feel searing agony in your back and legs. You trip and fall on your face. Struggling to get up, you feel cold metal on your neck and then nothing at all...

DM: As your life is being threatened by these men in blue uniforms, you ditch the bomb for now and run for your life. Unsurprisingly, the men chase you the whole way. You run through the city streets, crossing roads directly in front of cars several times to try to get the men to wait. They do wait, but they continue to chase you. You've been doing a lot of running in the last few minutes, so you're getting really, really tired. The blue guys, in contrast, aren't even breaking a sweat. You really need to find a place to hide.Eventually you find a hiding spot behind a bin. You make sure the blue guys can't see you, then get into the hiding spot. You hold your breath as the men run straight past the bin that you are sitting behind. Phew!
Player: Stay behind the bin
DM: You stay seated behind the bin, not daring to risk getting up. Maybe the blue guys have formed a trap for you, with some positioned at each end of the road. Or maybe you're only a few metres away from one ready to attack. Whatever it is, you know that it must be getting close to 2:32, so you haven't got all day to make a move.But you're just too scared to make a move.
Player: 2:31
DM: As you stay behind the bin, you think that it must be getting awfully close to 2:32. You look at your watch, which states that, in fact, it is going to reach 2:32 in fifty seconds. Fifty seconds that all you can do is hope that A05 somehow managed to enter the last three digits of the code and save the city. It would be pointless trying to run back; there's no way that you could make it in time. Well, here we go. The moment of truth. 3, 2, 1...BOOM!(You died.)
Player: Double the Speed Limit

Player: Go back downstairs into the lobby
Player: Go through the door in front of you
Player: Have a closer look at the handbag

Player: Go into the bathroom
DM: You walk into the bathroom, which is a smallish room with a walk-in shower to one side. "Thorpe told us he took a shower just before Williamson found the body in the Maintenance Room" Habib reports and indeed the floor of the shower and bathroom are both still wet. You glance around carefully and notice a few small drops of blood on the floor near the toilet and also a few small splashes of blood in the sink as well. The room is small and doesn't seem to require further examination.

Player: Go back to the corridor
Player: Go into Room 4
DM: You go over to Room 4, the key for which has been left in the lock."This is the room of Thomas Thorpe." Habib tells you. "After Williamson found the body, he claims the first thing he did was to alert Thorpe, the two apparently being good friends. Thorpe saw the remains as well and both agreed the best thing would be to call the police, we found them both waiting for us outside when we arrived. So far, they've both been co-operative, though quite shaken."You follow Habib into Thorpe's room, a messy boy's den with empty and half-empty beer cans lying all around. A wallet, phone and a packet of condoms lies on the table next to the unmade bed while clothes and an empty pizza box decorate the floor. There are some freshly wet towels lying on the floor near the bed and though you examine them carefully they appear to contain no bloodstains, only water. "Thorpe told us he had just showered and was getting dressed when Williamson found the body," Habib comments to you.

DM: You open the door to the Maintenance Room and immediately cough and choke. The thick smell of smoke and burnt flesh that you could faintly smell in the corridor hits you full in the face: the room is full of it despite an open window set into the north wall above an old-fashioned looking boiler lined with pipes. Faint clouds of wispy smoke continue to drift about the room. On the uncarpeted stone floor in the middle of the room are clearly imprinted the remains of what was once a human being.A scorched black outline of a human figure, approximately five and a half feet long, lies in the middle of the floor. The remains of two unburnt naked legs extend out of the black charred pile of bone fragments and thick ash in the middle of the floor; both legs end just above the knees and apart from being long and slender with clean, cut, unpainted toenails offer no clue as to the identify of their owner. It is the burnt skull at the other end that really gets to you though.The blackened skull sits atop of a black mound of ash. The mouth is wide open as if the mouth was screaming in death, blackened sightless eye sockets face the ceiling. The whole countenance of the skull appears to be one of pure agony. Apart from a few burnt buttons the only solid man-made object amidst the ash to survive the fire is a tarnished length of a triangular metal blade lying in the chest region. Covering your mouth with your hand and unable to take your eyes off the silent screaming skull you wonder if you have the nerve to examine the burnt remains more closely.
Player: Go back into the corridor
Player: Go into the Maintenance Room

DM: You go over to Room 3, the key to which has been left in the lock."This is the room of Richard Williamson, the young man who found the body in the Maintenance Room," Habib tells you. "He left the key here." You use it to go into the room and find it generally messy with the bed unmade and clothes lying all over the floor. A plate covered in crumbs and containing half a slice of buttered toast lies on the table next to the bed alongside an empty packet of cigars, a lighter, a wallet, a mobile phone, a watch and a few coins. You eye the messy room with trepidation.
Player: Search the room
DM: Overcoming your reluctance, you conduct a thorough search of the room. You find several 80% strength bottles of Finnish Vodka and various packs of cards, novelty drinking games and a poker set in the wardrobe. Examining the mobile phone on the table, you find nothing amiss and everything seems to be in order until you pick up an oddly shaped shirt off the floor and make an interesting discovery: a broken trophy with a heavy marble base is hidden underneath. The plaque reads "Charlotte Costello - Cross Country Running Champion, Farnborough Hill College" while the gold figure on the top, which has been broken off at both ankles, shows a generic female athletic figure. The shirt appears to have been thrown on top of the broken trophy to conceal it. Apart from this odd find there doesn't seem to be anything interesting in the room.

Player: Go into Room 6
DM: You walk over to Room 6, which Habib unlocks."This is the room of Ralph Lee," she tells you swinging the door open. The room inside is very messy: not a single piece of clothing is hanging up in the wardrobe but instead they are all lying scattered all over the floor. The bed, oddly, is the one thing that is neat and made and the bedside table next to it is completely empty. Apart from the clothes on the floor there is no sign of anything else noticeable among the mess and the room's inhabitant is most definitely absent.
Player: Back to the corridor you go
Player: Go into the upstairs Bathroom
DM: You open the door to the upstairs bathroom, step inside and look around. The floor of the shower is bone dry and on first glance you think there is nothing interesting in the room until you spot a few faint splashes of dried blood and water in the handbasin of the sink. You look at them closely: they are very faint and feeling the hand towel below the sink you notice it is damp, though free of bloodstains, indicating someone used it to dry something, probably hands. Thoughtfully you leave the bathroom.
Player: Back to your favourite place
Player: Go into the upstairs Maintenance Room
DM: Carefully you open the door of the Upstairs Maintenance Room. It is an exact copy of the downstairs one complete with a bare, plain stone floor but without the burnt remains and screaming skull lying on it. You notice that the window in the north wall of this room is closed and beneath it the boiler is untouched. Indeed, the stone floor is completely bare of anything remarkable except for a thin layer of dust which suggests that the room is rarely used. You return to the corridor.

Player: Search the room further
DM: Frowning over the various unpleasant smells Thorpe's room provides it's visitors you pick through the room as thoroughly as you are able. You find a huge number of clothes scattered all over the floor and an even greater mess in the wardrobe. You find Thorpe's laptop lying next to the bed, opening it you find it has got frozen on some music videos. Finding nothing of notable interest you and Habib leave the room and return to the corridor.

DM: Trying not to look at the skull you kneel down by the burnt pile of remains and look closely along the whole charred length of the unidentifiable body. You see no object to catch your attention but do notice a dark stained mark on the stone floor extending a few centimeters beyond the edge of the ash outline around the entire top half of the body. You take it to be dried blood. Looking closely around the rest of the floor you find a few very small spots of dried blood back near the door as well.Congratulations: you have found a Clue!Having had about all you can stomach, carefully avoiding looking at the screaming skull, you step back out into the corridor.

Player: Go into Room 8
DM: You walk over to Room 8, which Habib unlocks."This is the room of Sarah Price," she tells you. The room is unremarkable with a neatly made bed, tidy interior and absolutely nothing notable to be seen except for the absence of its inhabitant. The silence weighs heavily on you as you search the room carefully but uncover no trace of anything except photos of the blond-haired Sarah with her friends. Nodding to Habib you step back out of the room into the corridor.

Player: Force yourself to take a closer look

Player: Go into Room 3

Player: Go into Room 7
DM: You walk over to Room 7, which Habib unlocks."This is the room of Marcus Potter," she tells you and pushes open the door. The door moves a few centimeters before striking a heavy and immovable object and stopping. Habib frowns and tries putting her weight against the door but it can't move any further: when you try it feels like pushing against a wall. "Mr Potter?" Habib calls loudly. "Are you there?" There is no reply and though both of you try again you can't force the door open any more than a tiny fraction.Both of you try calling out to the room's inhabitant but no matter how loudly you call you get no reply. "This is strange," Habib says frowning. "Either we get a ladder and go in through the window or we break through the door with a fire axe, either way we are not getting into this room in a hurry." "Are there any ladders available?" you ask. "We could request one from the fire department." Habib says. "Or perhaps the University might be able to provide one if you think it is sufficiently important?"

Player: Leave it for now and go back to the corridor

DM: Thorpe squirms uncomfortably."I guess I woke up about the same time as Dick. Heard him go into the kitchen and back to his room. I got up and was feeling pretty rough so I went to take a shower. Saw there was a lot of blood in the bathroom, guess someone got hurt somehow last night. There was lots of blood in the shower so I... er... I rinsed it all out with water. I didn't know what it was about, didn't know that... erm... something had happened. I er, I just cleaned it all out so it was clean and had my shower.I just finished getting dressed when Dick started yelling to me to come quick. I went to see what was up and he told me he'd found something, in the er, in the Maintenance Room. Well, I didn't believe him so I took a look and... well... oh my. So, er, I told him he better call the police like right away. We saw Sarah's handbag was on the floor and blood all over the corridor but I told him we better not touch anything, just get out of the house right away and wait for the police to show up. The woman on the phone said the same thing so we waited outside and well, here we are now."You nod and offer Thorpe a smile but he just turns his gaze back to his shoes as though he has weights in his head.
Player: Ask Thorpe if he can identify the remains in the Maintenance Room
DM: "Do you know whose remains that is in the Maintenance Room?"Thorpe stares fixedly at the ground and just shakes his head slowly. He opens his mouth as though to reply, hesitates, takes a few deep breathes then resolutely closes it and just shakes his head again while you watch him closely.Apparently, that is all the answer you are going to get.

Player: Ask Thorpe what he did this morning

DM: Costello looks puzzled by the question."Erm, most of us had dinner at home and then we all started playing drinking games about 6. We always drink at home a bit before we go clubbing. I suppose I must have had quite a lot, I got out my old running trophy to show everyone! I felt alright though until after we went to the club. I went upstairs with Tom, Sarah and Hannah, my housemates, and me and Han had some Malibu. I don't know if the alcohol was bad or old or super-strong or what it was, it tasted a bit off, but soon my head was spinning. I felt really, really drunk and really, really tired so I called it a night and came home before midnight.I could hardly keep my eyes open and went straight to sleep when I got home. I think I slept for a few hours until just before dawn I woke up feeling really sick. I hurried down to the bathroom and threw up God knows how many times. I've never been sick like that before. I felt better after that and slept for a few more hours before my alarm woke me up at 8.30. I'd made plans to have breakfast in town with Amy the night before so I'd set an alarm."Costello looks at you as though uncertain she's said the right thing or not and still looks very confused.

Player: Ask Costello what she did last night

Player: Ask Costello what she did this morning

Player: Ralph Lee

Player: Richard Williamson

Player: Thomas Thorpe

Player: Joe Bowers

Player: Hannah Leppard

Player: Talk to the thugs
DM: You approach the thugs with caution, as they squat around an ashtray and what looks to be several firearms."Hey, do you guys know anything about a certain Carlos?"This grabs their attention. They stare at you.
Player: "Am I being too pushy?"
DM: "No, but you gotta watch your mouth there, son." one of the thugs claims."Just down there, that house... there." one of them points to a house at the end of the street.
Player: "Thanks."
Player: Keep running down the thin forest trail
DM: You decide there's no point in engaging further. The job is done. With your life barely in grasp, you hurtle down the trail. After about a mile of frantic running, you end up at a river, although the gunshots ended long ago, and you couldn't hear any footsteps trailing behind you. Sitting by the river, you dangle your feet mindlessly in the cool water and think about the hefty paycheck coming straight to your door in about a weeks time. It helps soothe your mind about the murder. [GOOD ENDING]

Player: Please, no parents.
DM: "My parents are already so bummed out about this" you reply, "I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around them. I'd rather just do this on my own so I don't have to think about them when I'm talking to my neighbors. This is going to be hard enough as it is"."No problem" she replies. "It's up to you whether or not you want them to be there. It's important to know that you have a voice in this circle as well. We just need you to be genuine and take responsibility so that your neighbors don't regret coming to talk with you. Plus you'll have a mentor there with you, so you won't be alone".A few days later you have a meeting with your mentor. He's a pretty relaxed guy in his mid-thirties. The meeting is informal. He answers some of your questions about what the Restorative Justice meeting will be like and lets you know that he's there to help if you are having any difficulties. It's nice to know that there will be someone in your corner on the day of the meeting.
Player: The Restorative Justice Meeting

Player: Sit down to eat.

DM: Fowler growls alarmingly. "It might interest you to know Grey that we have just received a report from a witness who reported seeing Mr Potter in a nearby park two hours ago. I think you had better make another suggestion and you better make it a good one." He gives you the kind of look a wolf might give an undefended child while contemplating an attack.
Player: You better try again quickly
Player: Marcus Potter

Player: Sit it out and just go to the party.
DM: "Nah, I think I'll just go straight to the party.""Okay, bro, whatever."The party is pretty lame. You look around, trying to find someone you know. You finally see Nate, who is trying, unsuccessfully, to get out of some meaningless conversation with some drab loser."Hey Nate! Shitty party you're having!" You say, then you turn to Mr. McLoser and say "Hey, aren't you the guy with the weird thing on your cock?"He looks confused."HEY EVERYONE! COME LOOK AT THIS GUY'S JOHNSON!" Everyone turns, and The Loserminator slinks back into the crowd. Nate turns to you and says "Hey, thanks for that. Look, I have something special in my room, wanna come with?"
Player: "Nah, I'm good. I think I'll just mingle."
DM: The party still sucks. You look around, deciding whether you should stay or not.
DM: You call Sam. "Hey Sam. Look I'm gonna go back home. Wanna meet up?""Sure... be right over, babe. I'll bring the condoms."
Player: Go Home
DM: You and Sam fuck for hours. Her moans fill up the empty halls of your house. You never leave the bedroom until the next afternoon at 2, when Sam has to go to work. It's only then that you look at your phone.27 missed calls from Nate. You know that something must've happened. You call him back."Hi, Nate.""Hey Jake... uh... something happened."He sounded sick, like whatever happened was affecting his health. This only served to worry you more. "What happened?""The heroin deal was fake, Jake... Jimmy is dead."You break down. You sit down, feeling yourself be lost to the weight of the situation. For the first time in your life, you feel heartbreak. "Oh shit... goddammit...""Listen, Jake, I gotta go... but like... we can talk through this later, man."Your eyes swell from the tears that cascade from them. You look at a knife on the kitchen table, and consider it for the first time in your life.

DM: Hurriedly, you enter the last three digits into the keypad as the blue guys are getting closer and closer to you. 3, 2, what was the last one again? Oh yes, 9. You've done it!You know you've deactivated the bomb as that is currently what the screen above the keypad is telling you. Unfortunately, you're now being dragged across the park just like A05. You see her a fair way ahead of you and she mouths "Did you do it?". You mouth back "yes", and she gives you a thumbs up. You don't dare to communicate with each other until you reach your destination.Your destination turns out to be a yellow car. You are placed in the back seat next to A05, handcuffed, and the car starts to move. Feeling completely powerless as you are driven around the city, you try to make yourself feel better by reminding yourself that if it wasn't for you, there could not even be a city.The drive doesn't last that long; it's only about two minutes before the car stops outside a grand, old-looking building that you've never been inside. The blue guys get out of the car, open your door, take off your handcuffs and move around to A05's side of the car.You gasp as you look outside. You're free. You could just run away from here, right now, without following these men who have just made a huge mistake.
Player: Go With the Men

DM: They thought they might catch a few more fireflies outside of the forest, so they decided to stick around for a bit longer and catch a few more before going home. As expected, more and more fireflies surrounded them. They were very excited to see so many, so they happily got as many as they could inside their firefly jars."Have you ever heard of a moonlight firefly?" Lili asked Nami."Yeah, aren't those the kind that can glow forever? Do you think we can find one if we keep looking?" Nami replied.Suddenly, a big noise filled both the sky and their ears."Buzzzzz...," a strange sound hummed as the girls saw something flying across the night sky. They couldn't see much, but they saw what seemed like a round shape surrounded by green light. Both of them felt curious yet afraid at the same time. Lily broke the silence first with a whisper, "What was that thing? Was it a shooting star?"Nami shook her head and said, "It didn't really look like a star. It might be something else. Do you want to go take a look?"Even though the noise worried them, their curiosity would not let them just forget about it.
Player: Listen to Nami and go into the dark forest to follow the light.
DM: "I think we should go into the forest to explore," whispered Nami. "But it's dangerous, so if you don't want to go, just go home. I'll go ahead alone. I want to explore," she said as she walked straight into the forest."Wait for me!" Lili shouted as she ran after Nami.They walked into the forest, slowly and quietly at first. The girls held out their firefly jars to help show what was in front of them. Even though the jars had at least twenty each, they still had trouble seeing more than a few meters in front of them. There were only slight noises from the insects crawling around the dark forest. As they walked further, they started walking more confidently."I think it's aliens. What do you think, Lili?" Nami smiled. She liked teasing Lili. "They might even be aliens wih robot bodies!" Lili started to shiver.The sound of flowing water caught the girls by surprise. They held up their firefly jars a little higher and saw two paths.
Player: Walk on the path that goes to a small cottage.
DM: They walked and walked for so long in the forest that they weren't even sure where they were anymore. After following the path for what seemed like 15 minutes, they saw the empty cottage in front of them."Hey Nami, I don't like this place. I got a bad feeling. Can we go home now?" said Lili."Oh, Lili, don't be scared. We'll just have a quick look and then we will turn back."They opened the door quietly, peeking into the room. When they stepped inside, they saw something they had never seen before. In the darkest corner of the cottage was a green light glowing."Ahhh!" they screamed loudly, at the same time.Behind the glowing green light was a little green guy. He walked out of the dark shadow. The girls were really surprised when they weren't scared anymore. Seeing the small, cute body, arms, legs, and friendly face, they instantly felt calm. They liked the little alien very much and started to play with it. They played and had fun all night.

DM: Another peaceful night started. Lili had gone home and now Nami lied down on her bed to try to fall asleep, but she could not. Her friends and parents didn't believe what she had told them. They thought she might have been having a bad dream."Should l tell the police?" she asked herself. "Will the police trust me?" But then another opinion sprouted in her mind, "Will the aliens destroy our world if I don't do something? I'd better tell the police."She didn't call the police at first. It wasn't until the next day that her friend Lili grabbed her cell phone and dialed 110. "I think we have no other choice, if our parents don't believe us," Lili said to Nami.They decided to call the police. Lili pressed the three digits and said, "Hello. My friend and I saw a strange thing last night. We believe it was a UFO.""A UFO? Are you kidding me? Look, kid, if you have nothing to do, you can try to do something else, but don't joke around with us, we're the police. We don't have time for that. Thank you," the officer said before he hung up the phone.
Player: Don't give up this easily! Go down to the police station and convince them it really happened.
DM: Nami and Lili were not satisfied. They decided to go down to the station themselves. Once arriving, the same officer from the phone call greeted them."So, you want me to believe you saw aliens flying in the sky?""Look, you don't have to believe us. Come down to the forest and see for yourselves," Nami snapped back, starting to get frustrated. "At the very least, come out and see what happened to the forest.""The best I can give you is two officers and an hour or two, max," the officer replied. "But, if you are kidding with us, you'd better let me know now! Do you know what kind of punishment there is for people who create false reports?"A few moments later, two policemen left the station to follow the girls. They went into the forest behind the girls. As they walked, they looked at each other in disbelief, wondering why they decided to follow these two young girls on some crazy alien hunt. They went deeper into the forest behind the girls, and soon, they came to two paths. Nami sighed in relief. It looked like it one was a path along a river, and another path to what looked like a small cottage.
Player: Don't bother taking the risk - just go home to avoid getting the officers angry in case there's nothing there.
DM: It was all back to normal. Everyone still yearned for weekends - something that always stays true, no matter what. They went back to school on Monday, had volleyball practice, and continued to do everything girls their age did. However, at night, one thing didn't go back to normal - they still thought about the UFO they had seen that night when catching fireflies. Perhaps it was just their imagination, yet it still appeared in their dreams.riOne week passed, then another. Soon, they had forgotten about that mysterious experience. It had been two weeks and another Saturday had already arrived. They were coming home from volleyball practice when they came across the same forest they had seen the flying object over. It was getting dark, around 5 P.M. Then, it appeared again. There was another flying object in the sky...no, the exact same one as before. The girls froze in their steps, horrified. Fortunately, it wasn't going their way...Or was it?Suddenly, it turned toward them. The white lights, in just a moment's notice, turned red. A sharp "skreech" rang in the girls' ears. "Maybe this is a good moment to run..." whispered Nami.Lili was still staring at the UFO, stunned when a laser came from the bottom of the spacecraft. It barely missed Nami. She cried out in fear and surprise."RUN!"

DM: A phone call wakes you up and when you answer you hear the voice of the officer from last night."We have your phone," says the officer, "we also found a wallet that has your name on it".You feel excited to have gotten your things back. You are not in a hurry today, but you still get ready. You have a good feeling about the day.You arrive at the police station and you remember that not only did you not write on you dream journal, but you also didn't dream weirdly. Today is a good day.There's a cute police officer attending the new lost and found box, they got it just for you. She greets you with a smile and you smile back. The officer gives you your wallet, but she keeps your phone for a bit, fiddling with it. She finally hands it to you with a wink and wishes you a good day.As you walk away, you check your phone and instinct leads you to your contacts, where you find a new name and a winky face.It's a nice name.
DM: You don't feel like dating right now, so you ignore the number and go back home. A few months go by and you hear someone in your house, you call the emergencies number and you hear a familiar voice."Well, well, well..." she says, "look who it is".Oh no.She blows you off when you explain the situation and you angrily hang up on her. You call again but the phone keeps making the beeping sound.That harpy...A few minutes go by and you decide to face the burglar. You grab something to act as a weapon and you turn on the lights in your living room.It's actually two burglars.And they're armed.
Player: Be a hero
DM: This reminds you of a movie, but never mind that.Your life is in peril!You run towards the burglars and swing your improvised weapon towards them. They take a few steps back and stumble into your couch. One of them tries to shoot you, but you're faster and you hit his gun out of his hand before smashing their face with your melee weapon. The other one tries to run, but you grab the gun on the floor and command him to stop, or else you'll shoot.He stops.
Player: Shoot anyway
DM: You shoot anyway, killing the runner, then you point at the head of the knocked out one and you also kill him.Your ears are ringing, but you liked the sound.There's blood on your carpet, your furniture and even on your face. The police show up, the cute police officer is leading them, and you realize that she wasn't really blowing you off. She looks at you and sees the gun in your hand. She then sees the dead bodies and you know that it was all in self defense, but you feel like you're still going to need a lawyer.You're arrested and an ambulance is called.After a few hours, you're free to go, but you don't want to go to your house because you know it's a crime scene and they won't let you in.The police officer offers you to stay at her place if you want to.
Player: Sure
DM: You spend your day with the police officer and you find yourself liking her. When night falls, you kiss her goodnight but she tells you that you can still stay if you want to.You spend the night with her and find her leaving for work the next morning. She tells you she had a wonderful time and that she wishes to see you again. After a few weeks of on an off nights spent together, you go official and move in for a while. Then, after some months, you know that you love her.You get married after a couple of years (it was actually her who popped the question) and you know you couldn't be happier.

Player: Find a chink in the tower
DM: You look around and try to find a chink in the tower so that you can destroy it somehow. You might need some sort of strategizer to do it though. Since you're this close to the tower, you can use something to bust it down.
Player: Stop trying to strategize
Player: Run through the woods until you get somewhere! Escape!

DM: You have named the jet ski "A Horse With No Legs". It revs its engine as a sign of respect.
Player: Attempt to do a cool trick.
DM: You spin your jet ski around in place a few times and then do a somersault in mid air. The geese go wild.
Player: Continue to somersault as the geese go wild.
DM: The geese are going absolutely insane. A few of them start doing somersaults with you as the rest run around honking and flapping their wings. A crowd of photographers gathers around you.
Player: Nail a sick landing.
DM: The geese go more wild than you thought was possible. Everyone in the crowd is crying and screaming your name. The mayor of Florida takes off the big sash which he is required to wear at all times that says "Mayor" and hands it to you. If you stay and become mayor you will probably have a pretty good life, but my dad's house will fill with pine needles and christmas will be ruined.
Player: Become the new mayor of Florida.
DM: You are the new mayor of Florida. Your jet ski becomes secretary of the interior. A parade is thrown in your honor every day with many floats that feature large dancing animatronics and very expensive pyrotechnics and LED lights. You can hang out on the beach as much as you want and are also president of the Walt Disney Corporation. It's pretty cool, but as mayor of Florida you are also never allowed to cross the state border for the rest of your life, and spend a large part of each day wondering what happened to my dad and the rest of your disc family you left behind. The christmas quest is never completed.

Player: "No" you say

Player: Raise your hands to show him you mean no harm
DM: You raise your hands but to your amazement and fury the lawman points his pistol at you and fires, hitting you in the left side. As pain shoots through your chest you cry out in anger and lower your pistol but seeing what is happening John has already turned and shot the lawman who wounded you in the side of the head. As the lawman falls dead to the ground John turns back to the lawman who shot him and squeezes the trigger again, hitting him in the chest. As the lawman sinks to his knees on the ground he tries to raise his gun arm but when John tries to shoot him a third time he revolver clicks on a faulty cartridge.
Player: Let John deal with the situation

Player: Follow the voice
DM: Amidst the fury, you race into the thick growth to your side. After a while of running, you end up away from the gunshots, to a small clearing, being very far into the forest now. In the clearing, several odd looking mushrooms grow in patches around a large, shimmering oak tree."Down here."You hear a voice from below you. A small creature is looking at you: It continues"Welcome, comrade, to the Mushroom Glade." [KINGDOM-OF-THE-MUSHROOM-PEOPLE ENDING]

Player: Go down to the Lobby
Player: Go down to the lobby

Player: You are too scared to do anything
DM: You are too scared to do anything so the demon keeps attacking you until you die. Sorry, you've lost the game. Click on "The beginning" to try again. Otherwise, the game ends here for you. Leave you comments. Thanks for playing!

Player: Guess I better go check out those woods.
DM: I steeled myself as I walked up the road toward the forest. I was certain something awful awaited me but couldn't possibly imagine what. A monster, I suppose. I paused for a moment at the end of the road before the forest. Though nothing physical was stopping me from turning around and going home, I knew it wasn't an option. This felt like something I had to see through. I stepped past the tree line onto the wooded part of the dirt road. It had probably been a minute or two of walking before my flashlight illuminated a huge lump in the middle of the road. I approached cautiously before identifying it as a cow. It was lying limp on its side with its back facing me, almost as if it was sleeping, but I knew better. I walked around to the front to see the damage. My shoes splashed in a few sticky puddles. The cow was effectively disemboweled. The meat from the front of its torso was gone, ribs sticking out at me like clawing fingers and unidentifiable guts spilling into the dirt. I gagged and squeezed my eyes shut trying to will away the image in front of me as well as the memory of the farmer who still lie in his house, matching perfectly with his beast. Suddenly, a small noise from behind me. I practically leapt out of my skin with adrenaline and whipped around to point my gun at... a little orange cat. It meowed again; a sweet sound that would have made me melt if I weren't tracking some kind of vicious monster.
Player: Shoo, kitty!
DM: I shooed the cat away from me. "Go home, stupid! It's dangerous out here!" I shout-whispered, trying to convey my seriousness while staying reasonably quiet. The cat took a cautionary few steps away but approached again almost immediately and tried to wind itself around my legs. "Stop it!" I hissed, gently kicking at it to discourage it from continuing its interest in me. It worked. The cat sat down a foot or so away and glared at me. I skirted around it and continued my walk up the road. Glancing back as I walked, I saw the cat was still following me though at a significant distance. I shined my flashlight at it and it sat down again before meowing mournfully. I shushed it and continued down the road. It did not follow this time. I couldn't help but think it looked sad sitting there alone.I walked long past the point where the cat was out of sight before I came to a clearing. I use the word "clearing" loosely, as there was actually precious little ground that wasn't covered in sharply decorated vines. I remembered what I'd heard about an abandoned house caught up in the blackberries and shined my flashlight into the clearing to get a better look. My breath caught in my throat suddenly as the beam of the flashlight crossed something that moved. A low growl emanated from the creature and I immediately fumbled for the off switch to avoid attracting attention, but it was too late. Its eyes flashed green in the beam of the flashlight and I thought I saw horns silhouetted against the sky but I didn't stop to consider it. I quickly cocked the gun and blasted the monster. I hit it square in the shoulder and it winced from the impact but only seemed to get angrier. I turned tail and ran back up the road.

DM: Your eyes open. As always you cannot recall exactly when you drifted off. You sit up on your bunk. You can feel it. A tension. The ages old dilemma of mankind hits your brain and slaps you around. To pee or not to pee.That is the question.You have to take a leak. But it's cold. The Ploork virus can take a chunk out of the guy who designed this city. The craphole is a fair distance from the barracks.You lie back down, but the pressure becomes very annoying...Muttering oaths of vengeance against the fates in general and the dumb, blind flow of evolution in particular, you climb down from your bunk and throw on your set of clothes. You set the colour to "Deep Black". You dont want to stand out if the paratroopers start falling.
Player: If you do not have your jumpsuit with you
DM: You feel vulnerable without your armour, but you'll just have to deal with it. You slink out of the barracks, noting that even Psych is getting sleep.But Nemo is... whispering?"No... The Zerstorers... Out of rockets... Why wont it die? Oh, man I'm scared... UG on the way... Stay calm, man, stay calm..."Seems even cold, implacable Nemo has his problems...
Player: The shadow before
DM: Weaponless, you silently tread through the streets. Here and there you see bomb craters and burned out husks of buildings. The air is chilled, and you can tell that the Terra Proximan autumn is having it's way with the temperature.Your mind, dulled by the cold and by the sleepy, brings up a flag. You blink and focus your eyes. There, without a doubt, is the nearest shithouse. And it's out of order."DAMN!"You yell until your rage has passed, then notice a park a block ahead. You run as the pressure builds in your nethers. Mercifully, a single LED light illuminates the area."Aaaaah!"You turn to leave when your mind throws up another flag. Blink. Focus. Report.You see another bomb crater in the middle of the park. This one is particularly deep, and... You suddenly feel uneasy. Fully awake now, you try and look at the walls of the crater. It's shimmering, vibrating, and you can feel a rumbling sensation as you approach it.
Player: Forget about it and go back to the barracks
DM: Deciding that you don't want to go back, you turn around. You instantly freeze; Psych is walking towards you, and his eyes are blood-red. His teeth are bared.You realise that something is up. This could be the answer to Psych's lack of sleep.
Player: Get out of there
DM: You quickly drop to your haunches and crabwalk through the grass, taking care to make as little noise as possible.Psych staggers to the crater rim, then turns, sniffing the air, like a wolf.Your heart goes into overdrive with fear as he turns to face you. Psych's face is primal and wolfish. You reach for your weapons, but realise you left them back at the barracks.
Player: If you want to sneak away
DM: Treading lightly, you move slowly away from Psych and the mysterious crater.Pick a number from the Random Number Table

Player: Shoot him in the back of the head

DM: Real men don't wipe, so why should you? LOL, ok.. so that was stupid. But you don't feel like wiping with leaves so you just pull up your pants and keep going. Sure you've got a pretty nasty case of mudbutt going on and you are not looking forward to returning these pants to the girl who loaned them to you (don't even ask why you chose to wear girls pants...). Hopefully this journey will end soon. The next three days of travel down the Redridge Pass are surprisingly uneventful. You sneak past the occasional orc patrol and wild animal but nothing particularly difficult. You half expect something to come jumping out at you from the darkness or to find some large camp around the corner but to your plesant surprise the way seems more or less clear. Part of you wonders if it is a trap given the Craxil knows you are coming but then ... what choice do you have? As you come up a steep incline you look down and with great satisfaction you find what you've been searching for all this time. A colossal chasm, the canyon you've been searching for! The old man said you would know it when you see it and damn if he wasn't right about that! Still, this canyon is freaking huge. It will take probably half a day just to get down to the bottom safely and once down there, there is a LOT to explore. You know the underground cavern that houses the Craxil is accessed somewhere down there, so I guess you don't have much choice than to go down there and investigate huh? You are about to cautiously decend when you hear the sound of hoofprints behind you...
Player: Turn Around
DM: You turn around to confront the source of the hoofprint noise and you see two humans on horseback. Their eyes appear to be in a glaze and they are looking right at you. Thing is, you recognize these two. They were farmhands that were captured a few weeks back. Everyone assumed they were eaten like most of the people who are taken. For some reason the Craxil must have decided to make them thralls and this is abundantly clear in their appearance. These must be some of the "riders" you've heard about. They both hop down from their horses and draw swords. Given you were already standing at the edge of the canyon when they showed up, you don't have a lot of room to maneuver. You know that before they became thralls they didn't really possess much fighting skill, but you have no idea now. You don't have much time to decide what to do here. There is a small gap between the two of them and they are widening it in an attempt to come at you from both sides. Perhaps you should bolt between them and try to get away. Alternatively, there is a branch sticking out of the wall of the canyon not far below you. You could jump down to it and try to climb down the wall of the canyon to a safer ledge. Either way, you need to get away from these two.
Player: Run Between Them
DM: You make a break for it and dash between them. You catch an unpleasant slash across the right hip and it is bleeding but you are still alive and running and that's what counts. You contine down the Redridge Pass, determined to lose them and double back somehow. Its only when you hear the hoofprints getting closer that you realize the tactical error you've just made. The horseback riders quickly catch up to you and one of them puts his sword into the back of your head as he rides by. THE END

DM: A friendly voice picks up the phone, you recognize it from earlier; it's that cute cop girl.You ask her out on a date and she says yes, making your day even better. With your wallet, your phone, your keys and a date, you feel as if nothing could go wrong.
Player: The censer
Player: The seven trumpets
Player: The plagues

Player: The Rogue

Player: Go to the Camp Gate
DM: I was pretty livid. I have no luggage now. Behind the admissions office was a giant gate. I'm assuming that's how we people were able to get in or out. At the gate, were two gate keepers holding spears. One was stubby and chubby while the other was quite intimidating and very clean cut. I walked up to the intimidating one. He held his hand up and turned to me. "Halt. Do no step any further. What business do you have?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to get outta here. There's no way I'm staying at this camp with just the clothes on my back and no toiletries. Please open the gate." He smirked. "I cannot do that. And I will definitely not take orders from some kid. If you have a problem with the camp, please go to the Admissions Office."
Player: Go to Admissions Office

Player: Talk to the other guard.
DM: Since this guard wasn't going to help me, I figured I'd try asking the chubbier guard. He looked like a bit of a push-over. I walked up to him and I could already see drops of sweat dripping from his hat. "W-what can I do for you..?" He stuttered and had an unsure tone. "Um, yeah, hi. Your friend over there won't let me through the gate. I'm really home sick so will you let me through?" He looked lost in thought. After a moment of silence he replied, "I-I'm afraid I can't do that... Sorry... If you wish to leave, go to the Admissions Office to get a form for us to open the gate... Um... Have a nice day..."
Player: Go to the Train Station
DM: As I walked away from the gate keepers, I noticed a train station off to my left. It wasn't very far so I took the chance and walked there. Maybe I could buy a ticket outta this place. I walked up to the platform and there seemed to be no one there. "Hello? Can someone help me?" I called out. My voice echoed. An old fellow came out from the shadows. "Hello. My name is Chris. I used to run the train station here." Chris was kind of old looking and very worn out. He looked like he hasn't had a decent meal in weeks. "Um, used to?" I started. "Yes. You see... The owner of the camp cut off the train station's power." "Why in the world would the owner do that?" He looked at me very seriously. "... To prevent people from escaping." Chills were sent down my spine. I was horrified. "Is there any way of getting out?" Chris looked around and slowly started to retreat back into the shadows, "I've already told you too much. Just do what you need to do to survive, kid. And if you do find a way out... You will forever be my hero." And with that, he was devoured by the shadows. I was left with only one option:

Player: Just keep running blindly in one direction.
DM: I ran as fast as I could, not knowing where I was going. My eyes started to well up with tears from the fact that I thought I would never get out of here. I closed my eyes tightly and kept running. I ran for what had felt like forever. I opened my eyes too late and was running straight off a cliff. My reflexes didn't stop me fast enough and I plunged head first into the ground. I woke up and it was night time. I rubbed my head and surprising there was no bump or soreness. I realized I had fallen into sand and right next to me was the ocean. I search for a dock or boat but neither were found. I was supposed to be a Booker's at noon. Oh no. I'm sure if I explain to him what happened, he will understand.
Player: Go to Booker's Shop.
DM: I arrived at Booker's Shop, but sadly it was closed. According to the sign, his store closes at 10pm. It must be pretty late than. I knocked on the door and there was no answer. It was also too dark to see anything in the windows. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped and turned around quickly. It was Shelly. "So here you are. Booker has been looking everywhere for you. Come with me, Lana." I couldn't tell if Shelly was angry with me. But either way, I had no choice but to follow her. As I entered the Admissions Office, I was greeted by Booker. "Well, well, well. Good evening. Shelly, may I have a word alone with Lana?" Shelly exited the room. Booker walked right up to me and grabbed the collar of my shirt. "Listen kid. This is your first warning. If you're late tomorrow, there WILL be dire consequences. Got it?" Before leaving, he spat on my shirt. My only shirt. I was mortified. I walked back to my cabin with my head down low. ----------------------------------------------------- The next morning, I walked into Booker's Shop, it looked like a run down shack. There weren't many items to buy. Much like my cabin, it was dusty and full of cobwebs. Booker greeted me. "Welcome! You decided to finally show up, eh? Well, no time to waste, put this shirt on. You need to look professional." He handed me a worn out shirt with a "B" in the back. I'm guessing it was my uniform. Seeing as there was no back room to change, I threw it on over my other shirt. "Good! Now you look like a real employee. Alright, I have a series of tasks for you. I'll be nice and let you choose which one to do first."

Player: Go to Booker's Store.
DM: After taking off blindly from the Admissions Office, I finally calmed down a bit. I whipped out the map to find Booker's Shop. I mean, I didn't have any other choice. When I walk into Booker's Shop it looked like a run down shack. There weren't many items to buy. Much like my cabin, it was dusty and full of cobwebs. Booker greeted me. "Welcome! You decided to finally show up, eh? Well, no time to waste, put this shirt on. You need to look professional." He handed me a worn out shirt with a "B" in the back. I'm guessing it was my uniform. Seeing as there was no back room to change, I threw it on over my other shirt. "Good! Now you look like a real employee. Alright, I have a series of tasks for you. I'll be nice and let you choose which one to do first."

Player: Go fishing.
DM: I decided to ditch Booker's customer and tear open the package. I tossed the box somewhere and take off with the fishing pole. I headed for the beach. I sat quietly on the sand with my line casted out. I figured I could try fishing in between deliveries. I could just tell Booker I was late because a customer was asking a lot of questions. After completing three deliveries, I started to get a little discouraged. Cody relied on me for finding food and I am utterly failing him. Just when I was about to give up, my line gets a tug. I reel it in quickly and out pops a sea bass! Fairly hefty and should last a while. I run back to my cabin to store it. -------------------------------------------- On my way back to Booker's, I decided to take a different path. I came across two shops I've never been in before. A Tailor and a Lost and Found building.
Player: Go to the Lost and Found
DM: I stumbled into the Lost and Found. There was no one guarding it. On the table I saw two shirts, a little worn, but definitely good enough. Also, a flash light. I decided to be greedy and take both items. Free stuff is always the best stuff. Light source: check.
Player: Go to Cody's

Player: Plant some Flowers.
DM: Booker handed me a basket filled with flower seeds and a squirt bottle filled with fertilizer. "Your next task is to beautify the area! We want to entice new tenants to this wonderful facility of ours and to attract customers to the store. Better make it look pretty!" I planted maybe one or two flowers outside of Booker's shop, just to make myself look productive. I then proceeded to take off in search for an open field. It wasn't an open field, but there were minimal trees. "I guess this will have to do." I started planting the seeds carefully and made sure to drown it in fertilizer. I made it so that when they grow, the flowers will spell out "S.O.S." It will definitely attract people, that's for sure. As I sowed the last seed, I realized it takes a LONG time for plants to grow. On top of that, I would have to come here every day to water them and there's a chance they may die. Again, this plan had failed.
Player: Back to Booker's.

Player: Collect Fruit
DM: After leaving the Lost and Found, I realized that Cody and I will need more than just a giant fish to survive. I went into the forest to collect some fruit. The trees were far too tall, and I had no climbing capabilities. My only option was to shake the tree. It was pretty effective. My basket was almost filled with fruits: apples, oranges, and peaches. One more tree and my basket would be all filled up! Then my part of our missions would be complete. I shook this tree with all my might and a swarm of bees charged out. There must have been at least 10 nests in that tree! I am extremely allergic to bees. I dropped the fruit and ran for my life. I didn't know where to turn or where to run to. Everything tends to look the same when you're fearing for your life. But of course, life has to hate me, and I trip on a branch. The bees were right behind me. I had no time to get up. I'm sorry Cody, I failed you.

Player: Go into the Tailor
DM: I was greeted by a lady with some crazy, spiky hair. "Welcome! My name is Trish. And this is my sister, Maple. She doesn't talk much. What can I do for you?" I realized I've been wearing the same clothes for two days now. I figured I'd buy some new threads with the tip a customer gave me earlier today. I didn't have enough for ANYTHING. I told Trish I only had $20 on me and she laughed in my face and threw me out of her shop, while saying "come back when you have REAL money" and slammed the door. Pretty rude.
DM: After my shift at Booker's, I went to Cody's to see how he was doing. "Hey, how's the boat coming along?" "Alright. I hope you don't mind it'll be kind of cramped. If the boat is too big, then they would surely spot us. Have you collected everything?" "Yes! I got a big fish and a flash light." "Ah, good. I managed to gather some fruit while I was chopping trees. Meet me at the beach at 1AM tonight."
Player: Insist that you stay with him
DM: "Cody, I don't think it's a good idea we split up. Booker has eyes everywhere." "You're right... How can I be so careless? Well that works out, you can help me finish the boat and carry it to the beach." -------------------------- We worked the remainder of the day away, and finally, the time came for us to make our escape. We pushed the boat into the water and hopped in. We started to drift from the shore. "Oh no. This guy is the worst." Booker was closing in on the shore. "He can still get to us! Grab an ore and row! Row for your life!" And row I did. Together, we got far enough away from the shore where the water was too deep for Booker. Cody and I hugged. We didn't know where this boat was going, or what direction to go, but as long as we were away from Camp Happy Trails, we didn't care. Mission Complete!

Player: SW
Player: SE
Player: NE

DM: "Wait!" she called after him, running to catch up. "I do.....want to escape my life." He smiled, pleased with her quick answer. "I'm aliclair, follow me."

DM: You hold your breath and dive in. You are surprised that the water doesn't hurt your eyes and that you can see perfectly. You frantically try to search for the open crack but cannot find it. After a long time of searching you finally find it but it's about 5 yards from you.You are losing oxygen and fast! You swim forward but somehow it seems like as though you're swimming in the same place. You can't seem to swim at any direction in that matter. What to do...
Player: Sing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

DM: Welcome to Grade 6 Labor Day Brainstorm Group's first Choose Your Own Adventure story. We hope you enjoy it!
Player: Start the adventure!
DM: It was a dark night. The sky was calm and cool, and the fireflies were out. Two friends, Nami and Lili, wanted to go find some for themselves. They carried some snacks to eat and some nets to capture the bugs. They even had two jars to put the fireflies in. Nami realized she was really good at catching fireflies. She caught a few very quickly. Lili helped her put them in the jars. The jars were starting to glow with a bright light due to all the fireflies inside."What if we try and catch some in the forest?" Nami suggested.
Player: Continue catching fireflies outside the forest.

DM: "Gabriel Xing?" the policewoman repeats slowly. "Yes, I headed the investigation into that case. Very sad. A clear case of suicide. There was some suspicion against a local resident called Nathan Hall. He had been convicted of drug offences in the past and we traced a drug in the dead boy's system, Flunitrazepam, to an illegal purchase Hall made on the mainland and brought to the island a week before Xing's death. We failed to find any illegal substances during a search of his property in Lo So Shing Village. He admitted to buying the substance and bringing it to the island but claims it was stolen from his home in the afternoon a few hours before the boy's death. When the verdict of suicide was returned. we determined Master Xing had stolen the substance himself to use as a means to end his own life and closed the case."The policewoman pauses, looking surprised at her own willingness to share.

DM: You exit the garage. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you hear a vehicle roaring down the street towards you."$h%t it's the cops!" says Jeremy, who turns and leaps over the back fence. "Run for it!""Man it's nothing!" you yell but he's already gone. Unafraid you walk up the driveway when suddenly the truck roaring down the street pulls sharply into the driveway, blue and red lights flashing. An undercover vehicle. Reily was right. With the six-pack dangling from your left hand you've been caught red-handed. Do you:
Player: Run for it! The cop is probably old and out of shape.

Player: "Okay, sure let's go"
DM: You go to Nate's bedroom. Hung from the ceiling is a nude girl. Ropes criss-cross her thin body, her mouth is taped shut, and her legs are being kept open by the ropes. Her long blonde hair has been pulled tight and attached to the ropes holding her off the ground."This, my friend, is Jessica.""..." "Don't be so scared, man. It's ok. Me and her both agreed to this. She likes it, don't you, baby?"Jessica nods her head."See? Now, I think Jessica might like some punishment from you... how about it, Jake? Why don't you punish this little slut?"
Player: "Okay, I'll do it."
DM: And you do it. Jessica's body writhes in ecstasy as you cum inside of her. You groan at the end. It was the best sex you've ever had.Unfortunately, just moments after finishing, Nate comes rushing in. "Jake... oh fuck Jake... oh fuck""What happened?"Tears roll down Nate's cheeks as he says it. "Jake... Jimmy just died..."You look stunned, then you cry with Nate. The feeling of loss runs through the rest of the guests. You attend Jimmy's funeral a week later, though by this point you have even more weighing on you. Jessica is pregnant. You are the father. Nate becomes mentally unhinged and is transported to an asylum in Maine.You marry Jessica, and you both try your hardest to lead a normal life. But the past catches up, and you slowly sink into old sins. Eventually, you find yourself looking through the window of a diner at a girl, now a woman, who you had met a long time ago. You are 42 years old...
DM: You go inside the diner. You have the option of two seats, one but the window and one by the door. The one by the door is being waited on by an old woman, the one by the window is being waited on by Sarah.
Player: Window table
DM: You choose to be waited on by Sarah. She comes over, takes one look at you, and realizes that you are Jake. She smiles brightly and hugs you. "Long time no see.""Hahaha yeah... it's been a very, very long time. How long have you been in the town?""Since I was 17. I'm surprised you haven't seen me.""I don't get out much anymore. I'm a very busy guy.""Ooo does Jake have a ball and chain?"

Player: Order all your men to surround and approach the Royal House
DM: Your men surround and advance on the largest hut, the Royal House, in the centre of the village. You advance stealthily until you are all around it, using the walls for cover. A blanket covers the door and approaching it with Yiqi at your side you pause."Donovan, if you are in there come out at once!" you shout.Seconds later the hut spectacularly explodes.The blast knocks you off your feet, stunning you and you hit the ground hard. Your men are not so lucky: six are killed outright and all the rest are more or less severely injured. You and Yiqi drag yourselves to your feet and see in the smoking ruins of the hut the charred remains of barrels of gunpowder: this must have been where Donovan's men stored their powder. A long length of cut rope shows how a slow-burning fuse had been left."Look," Yiqi tells you and points to the west.Squinting you can make out two fingers stumbling along the shore: Donovan and Longa. The beach ahead of them ends at a small cluster of rocks and beyond that lies the blue expanse of the ocean."They must be making for the Temple of Han, our holy place," Yiqi tells you. "We have them trapped, they have nowhere else to go."You glance at your remaining men, they are all too injured to continue and need rest: fortunately the village is indeed full of food. You and Yiqi make sure your men are comfortable and then continue on alone towards your enemy, trapped at last.

DM: Can you guess what happens next?I blink.And right on cue...She blinks."Say something, Can!" Her mother urges her on.Candace shakes her head furiously, her blonde hair whipping around her face like a mini hurricane."It's okay, honey," my own mother says to Candace. "Nolan seems to be shy today too! Isn't that right, hon?"I look down at my shoes.
Player: Growing Up
DM: It's six or seven years later; I'm in third grade, Candace is in second."Ewwww!" she shrieks as I hold a hermit crab by the leg right in front of her terrified face. "Get it away, Nolan!"I laugh and place the likely also terrified crab back into the small sand hole I dug it out of. "He wouldn't hurt you, ya know." I say to her, partially reassuring, and partially amused at her reaction. "I think they eat bugs."We're sitting on a beach close to our houses, on a Saturday afternoon. My dark brown hair has countless grains of sand in it from my exploration of the seaside, while Candace is determined to keep her shoulder-length hair away from the sand as much as possible."Dummy, there aren't any bugs in the sand!" she retorts. "There are, like, worms and stuff.""Worms ARE bugs, dummy!" I say back."Nu-uh! I learned in class that an insect has six legs and worms don't have any. So you're wrong.""But-""You're WRONG!" she nearly shouts at me, her bottom lip protruding in a pouty face.
Player: Argue that worms are bugs
DM: "They ARE bugs!" I say quickly before she has a chance to retort.Her lip protrudes even more, and I notice her eyes starting to well up. Oh, no no no...I wasn't sad about her crying because I hurt her feelings, I just didn't want to get in trouble with my mother. Uh oh."N-no, never mind!" I say awkwardly, making a final ditch attempt to evade the tears, but she doesn't seem to hear me. Tears fall down her face with every blink, but she doesn't make any noise. She just gets up and runs back towards her house.Whoops.
Player: Later On
DM: "So...you really like her?" Candace asks me, giving me a quizzical look. We're standing atop a bridge overlooking a creek that leads into the ocean farther down the path. The springtime sun shines above the trees, reflecting across the shallow water bubbling slightly below us."Yeah, I do. I've known her a while, and...well, truth be told, she's attractive. And smart." I say. She squints her eyes at this, their color matching that of the nearly clear sky."Oh, so knowing a girl for a while qualifies them as a worthy candidate for you, Nolan? Is that how it works?" she says, somewhat accusingly.I'm a bit insulted by this. "What? And who are you to judge what girls I date? You were fine with Chloe back in junior year. What's wrong with Celine?""It's not Celine I have the problem with, Nol! It's....I'm just worried about you." Her look of accusing turns to concern. "She's had six boyfriends since freshman year. SIX, Nolan! You deserve someone better."This time, it's my turn to give Candace the quizzical look. "You've had three, that's almost one a year..." I grin at her, unable to stay mad.She hits me softly on the shoulder. "Asshole," she says. She pauses for a moment. "So, you're going to ask her out then?"
Player: Don't ask Celine out
DM: Before I can even tell Candace that I won't ask Celine out, she blurts out, "Do you really not know why I don't like her?" She looks at me with her deep blue eyes staring into my green ones, a look of...not worry, but concern."I..."Before I can finish my sentence, she leans across the bridge railing towards me and kisses me, her soft lips melding with mine. I feel her tongue go in and out of my mouth, her lips still working their way around mine. It feels amazing. She's been my friend forever and now we're making out - well, she's making out with me, at the very least. I...
Player: Kiss her back
DM: I happily meld into her kiss, bringing my hand up to cheek and pressing her face against mind. My other hand goes around her back, feeling the contours of her back underneath my fingers.God, I never knew contours could feel so sexy.She runs her fingers through my messy brown hair, almost letting out a half-giggle into my mouth when I jump from her amazing touch.After we finally pull apart, she seems to be smiling, not with her mouth, but with her deep, beautiful blue eyes. She's as red as a tomato, and it's safe to say that I probably am too."Finally," she says, and blinks flirtatiously at me.

DM: Becoming mayor of Florida probably would have been cool, but you don't let it distract you from fulfilling your quest. You wave at the crowd as you turn back north. The mayor smiles at you with tears in his eyes. The geese arrange their bodies to spell your name. It is a very emotional moment for everyone involved.
Player: Head north and don't become the new mayor of Florida.

Player: You give in

Player: You refuse her

Player: Continue to Lycia, You Got A Second Chance!
DM: Open a sealed message? No way! That would be very dishonorable!Instead,you continue on to Lycia, being careful to travel only during the day. The hillsides are littered with the bones of the Chimaera's victims - you are horrified and afraid, and grateful when a King's envoy meets you to escort you to the palace.Once there, you deliver the message to Iobates and offer your services to him, pledging to serve loyally in whatever manner he sees fit.Iobates pauses, his eyebrows rising and his mouth quirking. He is intent upon the message you have delivered, and he considers briefly before speaking."It seems you're in quite a bit of trouble, young man. But you can atone for your indiscretions.Slay the Chimeara, and your slate will be wiped clean."You swallow hard. "Beg pardon, Majesty?" You blink. "Slay the Chimaera that has been terrorizing this town for so long. Restore our peace, and you will not be punished for your indiscretions. Refuse, and you will be put to death."Your stomach knots and jumps. Oh, adventure, here you are! You're a little frightened, but very excited. If you can free Lycia of this terrible creature, you'll be famous! Unsteadily, you accept the King's orders, and ask for time to prepare for battle. Iobates suggests you seek the counsel of Polyidus, the wisest man in all of Lycia. Surely he will know how you can prepare.

Player: You join her

Player: Seek Out Polyidus
DM: Polyidus, it seems, has been expecting you."You understand," he says, "that the Chimaera is no ordinary creature? She is the result of the union of two Gods, and she is nearly invincible. You're not going to get very far without help."You nod in agreement, and explain that you're willing to go to whatever lengths necessary to free Lycia from the monster's reign of terror and despair. Impressed with your courage and willingness to fight, Polyidus instructs you to go to the Temple of Athena."She posesses the Pegasus, the winged steed who sprang from the blood of the Gorgon Medusa. Only with the help of the Pegasus can you defeat the Chimaera. Go to Athena, offer her gifts and prayers, and she will help you."
Player: In Athena's Temple
DM: You travel to the Temple of Athena. As you pass among the pillars, you become aware of many owls roosting in the Temple - birds sacred to this Goddes of Wisdom and War.Upon her altar, you lay gifts of gold and burnt offerings, and offer your life to the service of the Goddess if she will but assist you in ridding the land of this fearsome beast.As the night wears on, you grow tired, cold and hungry. Surely you aren't meant to stay the entire night here?
Player: You Leave
DM: Polyidus might be the wisest man in town, but he surely missed the mark when he told you to go to Athena for help. You leave the Temple, muttering about the dearfness of the Olympians, and vow to do battle without their aid.Alas, the hide of the Chimaera is impervious to your spear. You may as well throw feathers at her, for all the good it does.She eats you in one bite, before swooping off to terrorize Lycia once more.Patience is a virtue. You have lost because of your lack of patience.

DM: Who is the King kidding? You're Bellerophon, son of Glaucus! You don't need any help from some old geezer! A horse, a spear, and your wits are all you need!You charge off into battle, certain in your excitement that you'll slay the fearsome beast, and return to shouts adultaion!You were most certainly wrong. She burns you to a crisp and eats your flesh, adding your bones to the ever growing piles on the hillside.You've lost. Painfully.

Player: You Stay
DM: Though you are weary you know that you must be patient. The Gods respond in their own time and will not be hastened.With the eyes of Athena's owls upon you, you drape yourself in your cloak, and curl up to sleep on the cold marble floor.Your sleep is fitful and dream filled, and Athena comes to you with advice."You are brave to seek to destroy this beast; your bravery and offerings please me.To destroy the Chimaera, you must fly above it, and hurl lead into the mouth of the fire-breathing goat. There is no other way to destroy this beast.Seek out the Pirene Spring where the Pegasus drinks each morning. Approach him quietly, and slip this bridle over him. He will obey you, and only you, so long as the bridle remains on him. Do not seek to fly to Olympus, however, or he will throw you to certain death."She stares meaningfully at you, her clear grey eyes penetrating you, and you wake with a start.In your hand is a golden bridle.Your prayers have been answered.
Player: To The Spring
DM: In the pale morning light, you creep to the Spring at the foot of the temple, and wait.Presently, you hear the beating of wings and watch in wonder as the beautiful white steed approaches the well. As he lowers his head to drink, you creep up softly behind him.Do you dare attempt to capture him for your own? It's said that only the Muses can get close enough to tend to this magnificent animal. How are you supposed to slip the bridle on without getting yourself killed?
Player: Hesitate
DM: You creep slowly toward the Pegasus, trying desperately to be silent, but he turns toward you and watches your progress.You freeze, the bridle in hand, but too nervous to move, and in the instant you hesitate, the Pegasus attacks, pummeling you with his hooves before taking flight. You waited too long, and will now spend your remaining days a broken shell.Your adventure is at an end.

Player: Hurry! Toss the Bridle!
DM: You move quickly across the grass, making no sound, your arm outstretched.In one fluid motion, you slip the bridle over his head. Success!Pegasus whickers softly, and gently nuzzles your hand. He is yours now, and will obey your every command. You can scarcely believe your good fortune, and quickly whisper a prayer of thanks to Athena.As you mount the magnificent steed, your mind races. Battle the Chimaera, or visit Olympus? Athena didn't REALLY mean for you not to go there, did she?
Player: Head for Olympus
DM: You decide that before you gird yourself for battle, you'd like to pay a visit to the Gods. Surely they would welcome a visit from one about to become a hero?You mount Pegasus, and urge him to fly higher, higher, towards Olympus. He resists, and begins to buck and bolt. Though you cling hard to the bridle and urge him onward, you are no match for this magical creature. He throws you from his back, and you find yourself falling to Earth.Athena takes pity on you, remembering the prayers and gifts that you offered her, and causes you to land in a bramble bush. Blind and crippled, you wander the Earth a beggar, until the end of your days.You have failed.

DM: You know better than to tempt the wrath of the Gods. Besides, you're not a hero yet! There is the small matter of the Chimaera to attend to before you dare claim that title.You ride the Pegasus back to the Temple of Athena, where once again, under the watchful gaze of her owls, you offer her gifts of gold, burnt offerings and prayer. You ask her for strength in the battle to come, and dedicate the battle to her name.As you exit the Temple to return to Lycia, you notice that one of the owls has grey eyes, not yellow. The owl slowly nods at you, then vanishes.Is this a blessing from the Goddess herself?
Player: Return to Lycia

DM: You rise at daybreak, and seek out the metallurgist in the village. There is much activity in the palace, and reports of several stablehands being bitten by Pegasus.*sigh*You did warn them. "I need a large lump of lead, affixed to my spear. It needs to be large enough to fill the belly of the beast. Have you such a thing?""I do," replied the metallurgist, "but it will be heavy. You may not be able to properly wield your spear! Wouldn't you rather have something lighter?"
Player: Accept a Substitute
DM: You tell the metallurgist that he is correct, the lead would be too unwieldy, and allow him to use a substitute.Though the metal he uses is lighter, it is no match for the hot flames of the Chimeara. Though you fight hard and valiantly, eventually the Chimeara prevails.You've lost.

DM: Tenebra, a grande deusa noite, paira por cima de toda Arton, até mesmo em uma pequena vila do reinado. Embalando os sonhos de um jovem de 15 anos, ela vê quando uma matilha de lobisomens ataca a vila.O ataque é feroz e rápido, destruindo quase tudo o que encontram em sua frente, apenas a sorte (ou seria azar?) do jovem faz com que ele sobreviva. O barulho acorda ele de seus sonhos, e ao olhar pela janela, encontra apenas sangue, fogo e destruição em sua frente.Ao decer as escada, depara-se com seus pais e sua querida irmãzinha mortos. Desesperado, ele corre para fora de sua antiga moradia, tentando escapar da terrivél visão de sua familia morta.
Player: A vila destruida
DM: Correndo pela vila, o jovem encontra apenas os restos de pessoas que ele conhecia e amava, destroços de suas antigas casas e pegadas, tanto humanas quando de lobos.Ele percebe então que o sol começa a nascer, e sem esperanças, têm apenas duas decisões:
Player: Ou procurar por ajuda na floresta que permeia sua pequena vila.
DM: O jovem sai correndo pela floresta, e logo encontra um caminho pela floresta, como uma grande estrada de terra.Parando para descansar, ele encontra um fonte de água e aproveita para se refrescar e molhar a garganta.Enquanto está lá, escuta o barulho de passos e rodas, provavelmente uma carroça e seus condutores.Ele decide então:
Player: Esperar no caminho para pedir ajuda;
DM: O jovem vê chegar a carrugem, controlada por duas belas donzelas, que param ao ver o jovem machucado e sujo. Elas chamam ele para subir a bordo e levarem para a vila delas, em troca, ele ajudaria a proteger elas se algo acontecer.Ao subir a carrugem, em baixo de um monte de feno, estava escondida uma espada.Ele então:
Player: Ou aproveitar o tempo da viagem para descansar.
DM: Depois de alguns dias de descanso, boas conversas e comida boa, eles começam a se aproximar da "vila" em que as Donzelas vivem, apenas para ele descobrir que eles estavam indo para a maior cidade que ele já tinha visto.Mas ao chegar perto da cidade de Malpetrin, eles são emboscados por um grupo de bandidos. O jovem rapidamente pega a espada e parte para a luta contra os bandidos mas, apesar de saber manejar um pouco a espada, os bandidos são muitos, e ele acaba sendo morto...

Player: Continuar pela busca de sobreviventes;
DM: Continuando pela vila, o desespero começa a falar mais alto quando passa ao lado de sua velha escola, e vê todos os seus amigos mortos, suas cabeças empaladas em espetos, formando uma terrivel pintura que para sempre assombrará sua vida.Ao chegar perto da praça principal da vila, ele cai no chão, pois apenas vê morte para todos os lados, vestígios de luta, espadas quebradas, mortos e sangue, muito sangue.Ele cai ao chão em choque, e depois de um tempo ele decide:
Player: Ou rezar para todos os Deuses do seu mundo, procurando por um milagre.
DM: Ajoelhado sobre o cascalho quente da praça da vila, ele começa a escutar vozes em sua cabeça...- Meu filho, eu posso oferecer ajuda para você, confie em mim, pois sou eu que protegi e alimentei sua vila nos tempos de dificuldade. Vá para a floresta e pegue o tronco da árvore mais frondosa que você encontrar e eu lhe darei meu poder...- Há! Humano fraco e imbecil, vai confiar nessa "deusa" mixuruca? Se você quiser um poder fenomenal, capaz de matar todos e de ter sua vingança, corte sua mão com essa faca que eu lhe darei, e beba de seu prórpio sangue que eu lhe darei poder eterno!- SuA tErCeIrA eScOlHa É sErViR a MiM. PuLe No FoGo Da CaSa MaIs PrÓxImA e Eu Te DaReI ToDo O MeU PoDer... Ou NãO! Hiahiahiahiahia! E vOcÊ tErA tOdAs As PiPoCaS QuE VoCê CoNsEgUiR CoMer! HiahiaHIAhiahiAIHiahiHAIhaiHIhaiHAIhiaHAhaiHAIA!
Player: Ele corre e mergulha no fogo.
DM: Correndo como um louco, ele mergulha nas chamas da casa. Enquanto escuta o cheiro de cinzas e a fumaça entrando pelo seu nariz, ele pensa que loucura foi essa. - PaRaBéNs MeU NoVo ClÉriGO! VocÊ ProVoU sEr LoUcO o SuFiCiEnTe PaRa SeRViR a MiM, NIMB, DeUs Do CaOs E dA LoUcUrA!!!!!!!1!!!!!! @[email protected] Huahuauahahuaihaiahaiahiahiqiqhqihaihiaqiuqiuqiqa! CoM MiNhA lOuCuRa E Seu NoV0 pOdEr a TuDo vOcÊ IrÁ DoMiNaR! \o/Sim, o jovem ficou louco, louco como pedra, e tudo graças a uma pessoa sentada na frente de um computador...Loucura?Sim...Ou não...

Player: Ele vai para a floresta pegar o galho;
DM: Entrando na floresta ele encontra uma grande árvore e pega um galho dela. Ao fazer isso a voz fala em sua cabeça:- Parabéns meu escolhido, eu sou Alihanna, Deusa da Natureza e dos animais, e a partir de hoje você é um de meus clérigos. Pessoas que eu dei parte de meu poder para que eles possam proteger as matas e animais de nosso mundo de ameaças. Agora vá, viva com o poder da mata e salve nosso mundo da destruição da Tempestade Rubra...E desde então ele, com seu poder de controlar as plantas e falar com os animais, passou a viver na floresta, protegendo ela até o fim de sua longa vida de ameaças e morte...

DM: You try to strike up a conversation with the bored customer lying on the ground, but he doesn't seem to talk much about anything besides the used bookstore upstairs. "Everything inside the used bookstore is used! Even the lightbulbs are used! I saw some weirdo named Zephyrme walk into the used bookstore and he stole a bunch of ideas from other storygames from the books! Can you believe that?!" He asks you. That name, Zephyrme seems quite familiar to you. Maybe he's the reason why you're stuck in this place anyway! You should really go and check that bookstore!
Player: Stop pestering the poor guy!
DM: And just like you guessed, it is the artsy store. You see a bored customer lying around on the ground and a bored costumer trying to paint something with crazy paints. You also see a vending machine that only sold packs of markers... for a quarter! What to do...
Player: Go to the Vending Machine
DM: You need a quarter to buy some markers.
Player: Leave the machine
Player: The bored customer

Player: Visit the Church

Player: SW
Player: NW
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Player: SE
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DM: You walk up to the Caravan's front driver's-side door, and pull the handle. The door is locked, but you decide to check the passenger-side and two sliding-doors as well. Unfortunately, they're locked too.
Player: Check the Caravan's hatch

DM: You dismiss the anomaly as an equipment bug, and the patrol walker continues on it's course. You watch the trees, bushes and grass go by and you feel yourself becoming relaxed, feeling at one with this peaceful setting. The rhythmic, gentle rocking of the walker's leg motions is soothing.You visit all the points in your assignment and after two hours on patrol, Harridan pilots the walker up an entry/exit point back into Tel-Nadr. You feel as light as air, the patrol as harmless as a scenic drive.Then you notice Gearhead's expression."What's the matter, man?"Gearhead's only response is to dive for his toolchest. He rummages like a madman and pulls out a stick of computer memory. He shoves this into the console's socket. After a few frantic clicks, by which time everyone in the walker is staring at him, he says one word:"Shit!"As Harridan, Nemo and Psych look on apprehensively, he shows you the screen.Virus analysis: Intent is to overload engine cooling and destroy the vehicle. Time to detonation: 00:15.00:14.You all stare at each other and clamber down the walker's side, every one of you knowing what will happen if you fail to get clear... Your mind fills with barely controlled panic, this is fear, raw, unstoppable fear. Fear, the destroyer of reason...00:0500:02You jump clear and start running... Pure adrenaline floods through your veins as your inexplicable fear of becoming a fireball siezes control of your body.You manage to get one message through the quagmire of panic blocking your neural pathways: Roll and shield yourself from the blast!00:01Have a nice day :)Pick a number from the random number table.

Player: Right! Sneevils can't hurt no one!
DM: You head to the right... And see a sneevil box guardian and a sneevil operating a Sneeviltron 1000(the name is written on the side)! Its a big assed machine that wields a giant warhammer!You prepare to fight it but before you can do anything, sneevils pour in from the room's two entrances. Sneevil box guardians rush you.You take down a great number of sneevils, but the Sneeviltron 1000 and sneevil box guardians eventually overwhelm you.Looks like Sneevils can't hurt no one eh?

Player: Butcher them
DM: You shout a battle cry, giving you an extra 25% damage for 25 seconds. But that doesn't help you much as you get swarmed by the rats, who crash into you, as easy to stop as the waves.

DM: You and Eddie hide out in Indianapolis for a few weeks until you get word that John and Homer were approached by FBI Agents at John's apartment and fled town after a gunfight. Much of Homer's stuff is still at his apartment but he doesn't dare go back for it in case the FBI is watching it, Eddie decides to pay a woman he knows to go to the apartment, collect up all the stuff and then drop by her apartment to pick it up. You are nervous about the idea but Eddie asks you to accompany him.
Player: Stay in Indianapolis
DM: It is a good thing you do not go with Eddie to St Paul, when he doesn't return you get nervous and clear out of Indianapolis. The next day you read how Eddie was ambushed and killed by waiting FBI Agents, you were lucky not to share the same fate. Unnerved by your narrow escape you arrange a reunion with the rest of the Gang in the second half of the month.
Player: Back Together

Player: Fine, I'll go out with you.
DM: "Fine. I'll go out with you. Happy?" you say.He raises his head and stares his intense eyes deep into your soul."Even though you don't want to?" he asks."Yes. Even though I don't want to," you reply.He hangs his head again. A howl hoots in the distance.The stars and moon seem to grow dimmer, and the world around you is like a dark and dreary castle having all the candles snuffed and all the light and life sucked out of it.Andrew speaks. "Can't do it. Just can't."He turns and runs off the end of the bridge that leads into the forest.He's gone.

DM: The waste basket was overflowing with the endless yet incoherent letters I wrote to you, Zita. The ones I intended on leaving at your grave every Sunday of every week, even if I visited far more often than that.One letter probably read, Zita, my love, my life,Without you I have not even the motivation to pull myself from my bed. To start the day before the sun had struck midway through the sky. I feel a heavy weight upon me, of sadness, of sadness, and mostly of sadness.I perhaps wrote Sadness several dozen more times before I crumbled the letter and threw it away.One letter fell from the waste basket. That one might have read,ZiTA, I MissS You come back to me.CYnthia DacostA.But that was silly because my name was not Cynthia Dacosta.And I was drunk when I wrote it. The salty stains on the paper gave it away.Honestly the waste basket was my monument to you, Zita. My tireless and tire-full thoughts of you, for you, about you. I missed you so much I imagined I would sooner need a wastebasket the size of an elephant.And like the weight of an elephant, this sad, sad, sadness pinned me down on those sheets you and I had shared so many nights.Before you died.I turned over in that bed.
Player: Flicker the bedside light
DM: The bedside light flickered and I knew I'd have to replace the lightbulb at some point, but that would fall under my long and heavy list of chores I had since kicked down the road since you had kicked the bucket, Zita.And I know you would have said, "You're nothing but a lazy sack of potatoes, Cynthia. It's just a lightbulb, Cynthia. And Cynthia, it is just a spill on the kitchen floor. Mop it up before it becomes sticky, Cynthia."Well, it did become sticky, so I just put the rug over it."Besides," I'd say to you, "I'm a working woman, unlike you. I don't have some housemaid like you, to tend to my every annoyance, so that I might spend some more time in front of the mirror because how else can a woman look as drop-dead gorgeous as you, Zita?"You smiled that pretty smile and kissed my cheek.It was unfortunate, because you later become drop-dead gorgeous.That flickering light did eventually pull me from the sheets. My head throbbed and I stumbled to the bathroom and hoped you had left me some medicines or potions. But I really didn't need medicines or potions.I needed you.I looked into that bathroom mirror, saw my blonde hair tinted with early grey, probably brought on in the last few weeks of intense sobbing. I saw my blue eyes heavy with sadness. I saw my aged skin that had since been tinted by freckles and sun spots.I never understood how you could even stand to look at me, Zita. But perhaps before your death I seemed much more alive myself.I gulped down some aspirin with a cupful of water from the sink. I thought about leaving the room for a second, but my bed, and depression, beckoned me back. The springs creaked beneath me.
Player: Turn on the radio

DM: You drop down to your stomach, and slide under the door. The floor leaves dirty black marks on your clothes. It smells like engine oil."Hello?" You call out across the garage. No one answers.Walking to the back of the shop, you can hear something. A slapping sound on the concrete, along with a wet squishing noise. You step slowly and carefully, reaching the back of the shop.A man in messy, torn coveralls lays on the ground, thrashing around. He looks sick, like he's dying, and has a large wound on his stomach. You don't know what to do, or how to help. You feel forced to just stand and wait. Suddenly, he stops moving.Now that he's still, you can see the wound better. It's surrounded by purple rashes like Mike's arm. It even has similar boils and blisters.
Player: You still need that tube. Or maybe just some gas.
DM: You wander throughout the shop, keeping your eye out for anything that looks like a gas can or plastic tubing.Eventually, you circle back around to where the mechanics's body was.But something was different. There's a bloody smear across the floor. Reaching from the corpse's wound to a doorway across the room.
Player: It looks dangerous. You should leave.
DM: You decide to just walk to the highway. It isn't worth whatever trouble may have been waiting.Eventually, you see the sign. Route 71.
Player: END
DM: You finally reach the highway, and head toward Fairmont. As you move along Route 71, you notice little pale, purple and red tinted worm-like creatures slowly slithering around on the road. As you move forward, weaving around the monsters, they increase in number.Cars are everywhere, abandoned by their owners.And their owners are scattered across the pavement.The only things walking are shells. Empty, dead people. Hosts.

DM: Psych is still conscious and he is not screaming his head off, so his suit must have protected him well. You could fix his injuries with what you have right now.You remove the damaged panel of Psych's suit, ease him out and look at his back. His skin is still intact, but a mess. A few shards have caused shallow cuts. You marvel at the suit's protection yet again. After giving Psych anaesthetic to stop the pain, you pick the shards of metal out of his wounds, then dress them. The dressings contain compounds that stimulate skin cell duplication and blood clotting.You then treat the burns. Heat has always been a problem with the jumpsuit because the offending weapon doesn't even need to penetrate one layer to overload the cooling and burn the victim.You apply a gel that will draw the heat away from the burn, then cover it with gauze to stop it rubbing against the jumpsuit.A few more squadmates gather around. Psych looks a little bored now. He rubs his numb neck and thighs."Feels like being hammered, only my head's clear this time.""What would you know about hammering and the getting of?", says Acrobat. "The last time I saw you drinking, Psych, you turned green after two pints and chucked. Thats not getting hammered. That's sad.""Come on. You wouldn't insult a shy casualty, would you?"Psych puts on his suit and tests his binoculars."In fact, I'll make a point of showing my awesome skill when those nice drones get here. They're ready to attack, you know."This comment sobers everyone, and you all return to your defences.
Player: Blitzkrieg
DM: You crouch behind a boulder and look around for the enemy. There! From behind a set of boulders far away, they come.Airborne, metal beasts, five of them. Spread out across the plain like harmless dirigibles, their ominous humming can be heard from where you are squatting.They draw closer. You feel dread creeping though your gut once more."1st Line to Command! Enemy mammoths, five of them. We need air support and rockets! Over and out!"Someone has some sense.They draw closer, splitting up. They are going to crack the line in five places.When they are halfway across the plain, you see infantry, tiny specks, scurrying through the grass. They keep their heads down and are out of range at the moment."Dammit! How can we stop those things!" Gearhead exclaims. You hear the furious clacking of keys.The Mammoths float closer... and closer...You have no idea what will happen when they get too close, but it won't be pretty.You wonder if there is anything you could do to stop them...
Player: If you are not

DM: Steelhead walks over."I don't think he should stay here. Psych looks like he needs sleep, on top of these burns and shrapnel.I'll take him back on a walker."He fetches a collapsible stretcher and you load Psych onto it."aaah-ah-aaaahhh!" He groans. "that's nasty."Psych is manouevered to the walker then he and Steelhead head back to base. (mark Psych as Wounded and Steelhead as In Transit)Savant calls out. "They're massing, guys! This might be the big one!"You hurry back to your position.

Player: If you are an Engineer
DM: You think, then get out your tool chest and radio. You fake some radio chatter."Missile Silo group 2, prepare to fire. Enemy will be in range in 10 seconds.""Gold Squadron, commence torpedo run""Capsules, the boarding signal will come soon, stand by."There. If your signal fakers are good enough, the Mammoths' crews will pull back out of "range". They would prefer to send in more cannon fodder than risk a Mammoth's captureYou hope.Pick a number from the random number table.
DM: The Mammoths stop. They wait in position, unable to fire. You wheeze relief and relax. You take your binoculars and zoom in on a Mammoth. A white contrail flies off in the direction of Tel-Nadr. Instead of shelling you, they are shelling the "missile silos" which are actually on the wilderness on the other side of the city. Standing still above the enemy frontlines is not conducive to a Mammoth's survival...You stop thinking about it.
Player: Otherwise, if you have a Rifle and some cartridges, you may duck, then pop back up to shoot them
DM: Quickly crouching behind a large boulder, you balance your rifle on the rim, then stick your head out and aim. You can see movement very close now, and a suppressing fire is coming down from what seems to be a light plasma machine gun. You can also hear the shots and see the muzzle flashes of a few old chemical-explosive weapons.Unless you are specialised in Special Forces and therefore have camouflage, you are seen and a beam of plasma splashes your suit. It is a poorly aimed shot, but you still lose 1 Health. Furthermore, it seems that the beam hit one of your items and rendered it useless (Remove an Item of your choice from your chart.)Taking aim at a likely source of the shots, you squeeze the trigger, gently, steadying the barrel against the recoil as plasma from the cartridge surges out.Pick a number from the random number table and add it to your marksmanship. Add 1 to the result for every cartridge you used. Remove that number of rifle cartridges from your Chart. You must use at least one.

Player: Or, instead of popping up, fire around the side of your cover.
DM: You lie down, then peer out of the side of your rock, laying your rifle against the ground. You tilt your head so it is only half out of cover, and aim. You can see movement very close now, and a suppressing fire is coming down from what seems to be a light plasma machine gun. You can also hear the shots and see the muzzle flashes of a few old chemical-explosive weapons.Taking aim at a likely source of the shots, you squeeze the trigger, gently, steadying the barrel against the recoil as plasma from the cartridge surges out.Pick a number from the random number table and add it to your marksmanship. Add 1 to the result for every cartridge you used. Remove that number of rifle cartridges from your Chart. You must use at least one.
Player: If the number is lower than 13
DM: Your shots hit nothing, and the snipers in the tall grass are hidden well. In your frustration you do not notice a rifle barrel pointed your way. A beam hits you and burrows through a few layers of your suit before it is stopped. (lose 4 health) You duck behind cover quickly.

DM: Instinctively, you know you are going to be discovered if he gets any closer. You aren't sure how you are going to go about escaping the other two, but you are gonna have to kill this one before it gets any closer. Without warning you lunge forth and put your short sword through the creature's belly. You were actually aiming for the heart and the creature moved so I guess that says something about your swordsman skill. Nonetheless, it proved effective at killing the creature. You waste no time at all in bolting back up to the original chamber with the campsite and the other two will round the corner any second. You need to make a decision FAST! The large pathway (on the right wall as you enter) is now inexplicably barred but you can still run back outside the cave or down the passageway that was previously inaccessable due to their presence. The adrenaline floods your body and your survival instincts take over. You immediately decide to...
Player: Run Outside The Cave
DM: You run outside the cave and around the corner. You are back on the plateau overlooking the village. Your heart is beating fast as hell and you are clutching your sword so tightly you will probably have blisters. Fortunately for you, the humunculi have chosen to run down the path behind their campsite. You wait outside the cave for a few hours and still they haven't returned from the passageway. Perhaps they have chosen to travel further in to pursue you? You return to the cave's interior and are standing at the campfire. The large passageway on the right side of the chamber is still blocked. You peer down the passageway in front of you, the one the humunculi chose to go down and you wonder what lies beyond its depths. However, as you look left you remember there is still an as yet unexplored passageway down in the cavern where the humunculi nearly overwhelmed you. You aren't going to find the Craxil by standing around here so you are going to have to decide where you want to go from here.
Player: Follow The Path Behind The Campfire, Where The Two Humunculi Went
DM: You chose to take the passageway behind the campfire. If these creatures are protecting the Craxil, or at least serving him in some sense, it would makes sense they would head in this direction. You get the strong scent of burning animals or something like that and what you see next is COMPLETELY unexpected. Instead of seeing the two humunculi that ran down this passageway earlier, you are standing directly in front of some kind of hovering demon whose gaze is fixed directly upon you! This thing looks like a large floating eye with multiple smaller eyes attached atop its head. You realize this thing is a beholder and soon you find yourself paralyzed in its gaze. That's what you get for staring into its eye I guess. "Answer me puny one, why are you here in my domain?" You are too terrified to answer, but this creature appears to grow irritated by your silence so you muster all the courage you've got and speak up "I'm here to slay the Craxil" you proclaim, terrified of how this creature will respond to such a bold statement. "HA! Amusing little one, someone of your strength doesn't have what it takes but it would entertain me to see how you die in the Craxil's mountains. Answer this riddle correctly, and I will permit you to continue through to the other side of my domain. Answer incorrectly, and you will share the same fate as your former pursuers. Are you ready?" "Did he kill the humunculi?" you think to yourself... "As ready as I'll ever be" you squeak. "Very well!" it bellows, clearly enjoying every bit of this. "I am a vast canyon that spans beyond sight. I am without end and have been a part of every man whenever there is trouble. What am I?"
Player: Boundless Hope
DM: "Indeed" the creature states. "You are clearly in trouble right now as you are helpless in my domain, yet like the rest of your kind you retain hope of survival somehow. I guess this means I'll have to let you through to the other side, but hear this: once you reach the other side, I'll not permit you back in so this is a one way deal. Get going." You wanted to protest as you can't guarantee you won't need to come back here later in search of the Craxil but let's face it... you aren't willing to argue with this thing either. Just stay focused on the goal and avoid unnecessary conflict with anything other than the Craxil. You cross to the other side and a gate closes behind you. The beholder gives you a look as if to say "good-bye", then turns and moves the other way. You have no choice but to move foward from here.

Player: Yes. Uncle Benny was pretty wise.
DM: Listen, Natalie. I...I can't stand here and watch you decline like this, your brain slowly turning off, turning into the bread at the bottom of French onion soup, soggy, falling to pieces, dripping and dead. I can't watch this happen in slow motion, labeling doors for you, taking away your keys, eventually tending to your bathing and bathroom needs and pureeing food for you and feeding you with a rubber-coated spoon.I'm sorry, Natalie.Darling, you don't have an Uncle Benny. I've been watching you play this, and I didn't want to tell you that you've been forgetting a lot lately. To turn off the oven. To button your shirts. To close the front door. You've been dropping words. We went for neuropsych testing twice last week. Do you even remember that? You put the red blocks a line, and the white blocks in a square. Well, most of them, you did.There's a special home you can go to. I can't watch you fail like this. In the same way that you don't remember how we met, perhaps I don't wish to remember you like this. I'm so sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry. I will visit you, and walk up to your table in the cafeteria, and you won't know who I am, and I will sit down across from you and speak to you, and it will be like the first time we met, over and over.I'm so sorry.

Player: If the number is higher than 17
DM: Your shots penetrate the grass to hit a cluster of snipers. You can clearly see both snipers and shock troops taking cover. It will not slow them for long, but you have bought valuable time. Your medics can restore one casualty taken while on this defense line to health.(Due to your prowess at sharpshooting, if your marksmanship is below 10, increase it by 1.)Time passes. You take a drink of water from your suit's canteen and check your ammunition. If you have fewer than 6 rifle cartridges and a rifle, you can go through the lines to the main bunker and resupply.You hear sounds of fighting either side of you. Humming plasma, yells and smoke fill the air. You look behind you. The 486th squad is manning your artillery, but they cannot see their targets and you are too close to them for the guns to be of any use yet.

DM: Sebastian was no stranger to camping, it was a part of the Mercenary Lifestyle. She headed towards the forest, within sight distance of the village, found a spot, and cleared the brush. She hadn't expected that kind of resistance but these were dark times, there were bandits on the roads, undead roaming the lands, and faerie folk charming unfortunate passers by. A town had to be careful, even one with a monstrous smith with magical powers.She made a small fire and covered it so that it wasn't a bright light in the darkness, settled her sleeping bag, pulled her blankets, and set up her camp the way she'd done a thousand times before. It would be a long night and without a partner she'd have to forgo sleep. She;d be tired in the morning but she could just rent a room in the inn, take a nap and head back making Celika before dawn.Holding a short sword, she leaned against the tree and started keeping watch...
Player: A Wake Up
DM: She awoke with a start. Shit, She'd fallen asleep. Her senses told her she was in trouble. It was not yet dawn and her campfire was burnt out. Despite this, she instinctively knew someone was in the camp. She reached for her sword. Gone!Suddenly, a light shone on her and she saw that she was surrounded by a dozen men, they were pilfering her items. Shit!"She awakes! The Damsel of Swords arises!" a figure chuckles, the figure holding the torch. He looks like a well-bred gentlman in forest green. His rapier and main gauche are not the kinds of weapons the local rabble use when engaging in banditry. Instead he has the smooth grace of a seasoned duelist and is quite pleasing to look at from a female perspective. His face is comely and his har is perfect. He speaks in a slight accent that indicates proper breeding. Sebastian moves slowly, her fingers caressing the blade of her various hidden knives. At least she had those..."Miss er, Sebastian of Essintrea I presume, I mean you are carrying her Seal. And she has a striking resemblance to the vision of loveliness before me. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Reichold the Dashing, outlaw, at your service!"
Player: Put Up your Dukes!
DM: Sebastian swore, "This is an outrage, I demand my items back!"Reichold laughs, "My dear it is seven to one in this camp alone, I've twenty men ranging these woods that can be called with one wolf whistle. Even a fabled mercenary and knight like yourself cannot survive those odds, especially if we take your horse. Please be reasonable.""I will not, you are robbing a knight of the kingdom, the law...""Only applies to those who care, which, by the nature of our activities means we don't...""Fine then, let's duel, you and me. You win, you get what you came here for, I win, you let me go no problems, no thievery, no troubles."Reichold arches an eyebrow, "Fair then, if I win I take you for tonight, and all of your coin, and your short swords."Sebastian also raises and eyebrow, "Take me how, where?""Well, in the sense of woman and man, lovemaking, and in all ways I can think of for this night."Sebastian spits on the ground, "Disgusting.""No that was disgusting, I am quite dashing, well-groomed, and quite the accomplished lover if I may boast.":I'd rather...""What milady, lose all of your items? That is where you are headed I must say with your indignant and unlady-like behavior.""Well, give me a grain (second) to think..."

Player: Leave the company. You've had enough.
DM: You leave the company the next day. Less than one hour after you walk out of the office, you get a text from the co-founder saying "You should quit more often - we just got a $150k sale out of the blue!!". Great. Now, about that action research project... there won't be any more product development in the future, and it'll be hard to get the needed info out of the database without your VP of Engineering, but you can try to salvage your project anyway.What do you do next?
Player: Keep trying to salvage your Action Research project.
DM: While you're no longer employed by the company, you have access to the email account still. You send followup emails to teachers, increasing the offered gift card if they'll schedule time with you. You get no response.Time to go see Linda.
Player: What do you do from here?

Player: If you possess a smoke grenade and wish to use it to mask your retreat
DM: "Smoking! Run!", You yell as you pull the pin on a smoke grenade, count to three and throw it.It explodes on the ground, masking the view of the enemy (remove a smoke grenade from your chart).Plasma beams lance through the smoke, but they are poorly aimed and hurt no-one. Your squad sprints up the slope towards the 486th squad and their artillery.

Player: Continue forward
DM: Suddenly, you hear a loud crackle and the grass separates. A taller snake like pokemon hisses at you. It's long rattle tail shakes at you while it's yellow eyes stare right at you. Charmander steps forward, calling its name in a sort of battle cry. It's tail fire burns brighter than before. You yell tackle, and Charmander runs forward, attacking the snake with it's body. They roll around in the grass before Charmander gets back up, only to be bitten and fall back down. It gets up, looking back at you, holding over the bite. You yell flamethrower, and it conjures a flame out of its mouth, burning the snake. It staggers back, and while you have the chance, you consider catching it.
Player: Give the final blow!
DM: Charmander tackles the snake pokemon and he faints. You won the battle! But your pokemon is badly injured. You take him in your arms and run back to the road. You pass a boy on the side, fiddling with a pokeball, and he waves you along, seeing your injured pokemon. You reach the next town along the dirt pathm, running into the pokemon center. The kind woman behind the counter heals your pokemon to full health, and when you send your Charmander out to see if he's okay, he seems so happy to see you! You've both fought your first battle together, and won! You're both so proud, you decide to head back out to train some more.

DM: Your coiled legs release their energy like a spring, sending you flying off to the side, as a puddle of hissing plasma covers the rock you were sheltering behind. You struggle to get up, but as you do you see the giant shape of the stormtrooper looming over you.Splut! (lose 6 health)Ignoring the building heat as your powered suit works to counteract the liquid, you bring your own weapon to bear.
Player: If you have a blobgun and wish to use it

DM: Your beams hit the green trooper before it has a chance to react.It topples over and lands with a sickening crunch.Heart pounding, you check it's pulse. It's still breathing, but will be out of action a long time...(Due to your prowess at personal defense, increase your health and maximum health by 2. If your marksmanship is below 10, add 1 to it.)
Player: If you want to try having half the squad cover the other half as they escape, then vice versa
DM: "Okay troopers! Half-squad cover formation while we fall back!"Half the squad breaks cover and sprints away carrying the injured, while you, among the other half, stay put. You keep firing on the oncoming stormtroopers while the others set up. You always feel apprehensive doing this, but you steel your resolve, knowing that your friends are looking out for you and will not abandon you.A plasma beam clips your shoulder armour (lose 1 health).Radio's voice pokes through your headset's squad channel."Go! Go! Go!"The rest of you break cover just as the enemy troopers reach your position. Now they quickly dive to the ground as a barrage of rifle beams score the ground and scorch the cut grass around them. Your squad gets to safety and you repeat the procedure, keeping distance from the enemy troopers, until you are firmly under artillery cover.

Player: Leave it to Jimmy
DM: Jimmy fires a blast of bullets at the policemen, hitting both of them. With the two lawmen down you, Jimmy and John hastily run to John's car, jump in and drive away. You quickly flee the Chicago area and it is a good thing that you do: a week later you are stunned to read in newspapers that your friend John Dillinger was shot dead by FBI Agents while leaving a cinema with two friends in Chicago. A month later Homer Van Meter is tracked down and killed to.You are now the most wanted man in America.

Player: Steal 'em both
DM: You grab the strategizer and the queen and rush off. That was fun! Where are you now? Oh no! You watch as Yule's foot connects with your face as you fly away. That Yule must have a power-converter hidden in his socks. You close your eyes as you fly away and hit something with a splash!
Player: Queen of Spades
DM: You cough several times as you wake up. Apparently, you've been washed up on the side of a river. You walk and walk and walk until you reach a small hut. You knock on the door and walk in. You smell the scent of stale milk and cold ice cream. You walk forwards and spot a she-kitten. "Are you a human?" She asks, saying are like ahh. She bats flies away from her whiskers. "How do you know?" you ask her, shivering. "You ain't the only one. Last year, some guy escaped and landed in the river. He ran into the ice cream shop. Too bad they caught him. If I was a rebel at that time, I would've saved him, but I wasn't. Good thing now I am!" She explains everything about the FAT, an acronym for Feline Agent Troop. They are kittens who protect Earth from giant lizard monsters called Beasts. She also tells you that every year, the kittens take a human and turn them into a kitten as a sacrifice to the Beasts. She tells you that the sacrifice is just something to stall the Beasts for a bit while the FAT are trying to figure out all their secrets. She pulls you into the back room. You hear her say something to some FAT agents, who seem really stuck up. They march off and the kitten pulls you out of the room. "Here, heat up by the cream churner oven. Here's my number. If you get into any hassle with those FAT guys, just call if there's a free public phone nearby." She walks off, making more ice cream. An hour later, you pad off towards a strange smelling area in the forest. Hmm... You look ahead and see a small village. Where do you go?
Player: Ice cream lady's phone number
DM: You grab the frying pan and swing wildly, not caring about anything at all. These bad monsters need to die! You then notice a water pipe system on the wall. That should do it! You bang the pipe system and the water gushes out, hitting Iwan's eye. It pops out and you run around, looking for a way to get out. However, the pipe busts open and a huge fountain of water hits right at you. You slosh around until you reach a bathroom. The flood is so high that you actually get dumped into the toilet and the water flushes it for you.

Player: Agree with her
DM: "Okay, okay, they aren't bugs, then!" I say in defeat. I didn't feel like arguing with her - if there was anything I had learned over the past few years, it's that she was stubborn.She smiles a toothy grin. "Yep, I know. I'm right!" She gets up and skips down to the water. I follow behind.
Player: Older
Player: Ask Celine out
DM: "Yeah, yeah...I think I'm going to."And so I did. We lasted up until 4 months before high school graduation, then she broke up with me. About a month later, she went on to another guy.I'm not sure, but when I told Candace this, I could've sworn I saw a smirk on her face.

DM: You join Harry in Indianapolis where you both live quietly in hotel rooms: one morning you are shocked to read in the papers that John has been arrested by lawmen while visiting his girlfriend in Dayton. Initially you and Harry are unsure what to do but days later ten prisoners use the guns John smuggled into them to escape Michigan State Penitentiary.Your friends Harry Pierpont, Charles Makley, Red Hamilton and Russell Clark use stolen cars to reach Indianapolis where you and Harry meet with them a few days later. You are thrilled to see your pals again: Harry, cold and clever, Charles, experienced and dependable, Red, absent-minded but loyal and Russell, gregarious and confident, are all thrilled to see you too. They are soon planning a bank robbery in the nearby town of St Mary's Ohio before busting John out of prison. Harry, who doesn't know any of them, turns down taking part in the robbery and instead opts to hide out in Chicago for a month or two.
Player: Hide out with Harry in Chicago
DM: You and Harry move to Chicago where you lie low, reading in papers how your friends first busted John out of prison and then pulled off a major bank raid together. You are keen to re-join them but Harry is not so eager, he does not know any of the others and is now drinking more than ever. One night you are drinking in a bar together when Harry gets into a heated argument with a woman. Drunk and irritable he pulls a pistol out of his pocket and threatens her with it.
Player: Try to get him to calm down
DM: You try to intervene but before you can several off-duty policeman, who were also having a drink in the bar, quickly draw their guns and move in to arrest you both. Surrounded there is nothing you can do but curse Harry's stupidity as the two of you are hauled off to jail. Once in custody you are swiftly identified as wanted bank robbers.You both refuse to say nothing about your companions, are convicted and both receive long prison terms. Two months later John and the rest of the gang except Red Hamilton are arrested and you are transferred to Crown Point, Indiana where John is being held so you can both be tried on robberies you committed together.Fortunately you and John have no intention of staying in jail...

Player: Guess it's best to use my own beliefs and observations.

DM: You ignore the voice but one of the other prisoners raises his pistol and shoots one of the men in the leg. He falls to the floor but it does well in getting the others moving faster, grabbing their wounded colleague under the arms they help drag him into the vault, leaving a trail of blood. With the alarm raised you all run outside and split into two groups, six of the prisoners go one way while you, Harry, Charles, Russell and Red steal a car and start driving to Indianapolis.Reaching Indianapolis you are able to reunite with Harry Copeland, John's friend, and from him you learn that John has been arrested and is being held in Lima Prison. Harry is keen for you to rescue John right away but the others would rather rob a bank in nearby St Mary's, Ohio first to raise some funds. Harry, who doesn't know your companions very well, decides to go and hide out in Chicago for a few months.
Player: Leave the bar immediately
DM: You leave the bar quickly and head home, the next morning you are shocked to read in newspapers that Harry was arrested at the bar by off-duty police officers and identified as a wanted bank robber. You quickly make contact with John, Harry, Charles, Red and Russell and flee Chicago, heading to Racine, Wisconsin to rob another bank.

Player: If you want to stay where you are.
Player: If you are an engineer

DM: You gesture for your nearby squadmates' attention."Concentrate fire on those targets", you say, pointing at the various rocks, dead logs and impenetrable bushes in front of you.You and your squad open fire. The stormtroopers immediately start to curl up and bring their body parts out of harm's way. They don't fire back, it seems this bunch only has blobguns and carbines. Apart from the ancient, wildly inaccurate chemical examples, you have yet to see one of them use an automatic.Pick number from the random number table and add it to your marksmanship. If you have a Plasma Rifle, add to the number the amount of cartridges you want to use (and drop that amount of plasma ammo), if you have a Carbine and want to use it add 4 to the number. If you have thrown a smoke grenade near them, subtract 4 from the number.

DM: Beams of plasma illuminate the darkness, flying out of the foliage in front of you! They must have figured out where you are. Your heart is pounding as you stay still and hope none of the flying beams finds its mark.
Player: If it is 4-7
DM: You move, but not soon enough. A trio of beams flash of of the darkness and head toward you, blinding you momentarily in the glare. You feel the burn as the beams hit your chest (lose 6 health).You fall to the ground and pull yourself into safety, the agonising heat rippling through you.
Player: Owww!
Player: Draw back from the smoke and train your gun on it
Player: Line up your sights, Sentinel!
Player: If you have a Plasma Carbine and wish to use it

Player: Enter the smoke
Player: Or you could get out of there, back to your squad

DM: Your shots fly out, illuminating and hitting your foes foolish enough to stick their heads out. However, your beams also illuminate you. Soon you have a vicious firefight going. It ends abruptly, and you can see no more of them. You have a feeling you won't be seeing them again soon...You were hit during the firefight (lose 3 health)

Player: If you are a Special Forces member

DM: Your shots fly out and it appears your eyes decieved you, they hit only air. However, the beams illuminate you just fine. The Taktat snipers' shots impact on your helmet before you can pull it in. (lose 6 health, unless you threw a smoke grenade, in which case lose 3 health)You were very lucky the beams didn't penetrate.
Player: Take cover!
Player: Pick a number from the Random number table. If it is 8-10
DM: You move, scrambling for cover, but you feel a sharp pain in your outstretched arm as it is clipped by a beam (lose 2 health)You lie there panting.
Player: That was a close one!

Player: If you have a Blobgun and wish to use it
DM: You shuck the compressor, then try to judge the trajectory of such a long shot. Feeling unsure of what would happen, you pull the trigger, feeling a bit foolish. A near-invisible projectile flies through the air with a whoomp!
Player: What were you expecting?
Player: Take aim again
DM: You get up on one knee and steady your weapon, recalling from memory the position of your target. You breathe out and-ZZZZAP!A beam catches you firmly in the chest. It deflects off the sloped outer layer, but the cooling is overloaded. YOu quickly pull the vent lever as warning symbols pop up inside your helmet, but your suit is badly damaged and your abdomen screams with pain every time it rubs against your suit (lose 5 health). Gritting your teeth, you drop to the ground and play dead until your foes turn their attention elsewhere.

DM: You hit the dirt, a humming sound filling your ears as several bright beams shoot over your head. You tuck your body in behind a solid boulder and sigh with relief.
Player: Reflexes as sharp as ever, I see.

DM: First thing's first. You stick your fingers down your throat, throwing up your breakfast. Nothing like genuine vomit to convince idiots. The acid burns your throat. Even better.You slump and close your eyes, waiting. It's incredibly boring, but you remind yourself about what could happen too you, and you fake general illness with renewed vigour.Eventually you hear footsteps outside your door and hear voices. The door clicks and you hear the noise of boots on concrete."Hmm, he doesn't look so pretty."Pick a number from the random number table. If your Health is 5 or below, add 3 to the number. If you are a medic, add 2 to the number.

Player: Alternately, you could fire on it.
DM: You draw your compact pistol - perfect for the range - and carefully take aim. You squeeze, quickly, rapidly. Beams come out, lighing up the fog like a laser show of true brilliance.The trooper falls, dropping to it's knees, then keeling over forwards.You hear shouts, yells.Then, about ten covered figures are revealed, enclosing you in a circle. They wear the (rudimentary) armour of Taktat Stormtroopers.You slowly raise your hands...
Player: You're deep in the ploork, now!

Player: Let the walrus do its thing.
DM: The walrus is still balancing the basket pretty good but it seems like maybe they're not as good as you initially thought. They keep doing a little side step to prevent the basket from falling to the left and the fish and eggs are rolling around a whole bunch. Audible walrus gasps can be heard every time it seems like basket is going to fall. The kitchen timer looks like it has a little under 15 seconds left.

Player: 5

DM: You quickly leave the room and run. You stick to the shadows between buildings to stay unseen from the masses of troops milling around... You despair at their numbers.The run to Tel-Nadr is much faster than you expected, much of the time your body running on autopilot, your mind blanking out much of the distance and terrain. You forget how you evaded your guards and soldiers at the front, especially without your armour. Everything seems blurry and out of focus, and it increases the closer you examine something. You feel great, you feel like doing something now.Soon you are wandering the streets.You hear a call over your helmet radio."Nemo to Sentinel. Nemo to Sentinel."
Player: Screw them, I need to think on what just happened.
DM: You jog through the streets to your barracks, arriving in about ten seconds. You sit in a chair and realise you are in exactly the same room you started in, minus the guards. Where are you?
Player: I need to find my squad, they'll need me now. They might already be breaking through!

DM: Your time as an engineer has taught you a lot about the various weapons you might come across. You reflect on your training and discern what each weapon availiable would do...Pistol - Because of it's small size, you'd be able to take cover and move faster using it. However, it's accuracy is very doubtful at this range. The small size does mean that the strobing plasma flash is dimmer, so you might go unnoticed.Rifle - Definitely the most accurate, but you'd need to still have ammunition for it. The more you use, the more accurate. However it is quite unwieldy, so moving may be a problem (you will need to move, even while defending).Blobgun - Incredibly unreliable at this range as it is affected by gravity and spreads. On the flipside there is practically no flash as the projectile remains inert until impact. It is quite mobile.Carbine - Not as accurate as the rifle, you'd have to fire many more shots, but it's independence of ammunition means you can fire all you want. This would work well for cover fire, but would attract a lot of unwanted attention. It is fairly mobile; more than the Rifle, less than the blobgun or pistol.
Player: If the total is 16 or lower
Player: Spray your pistol's firey plasma like squid ink to help you escape
DM: Your foes are shooting at you, and they know where you are!You suddenly realise you are very vulnerable, so you quickly draw your pistol, you snap off several shots in the direction of the enemy. You don't wait to see them miss, but you hope it startled them. You stop shooting before you attract more attention to yourself, then go to ground.You crabwalk over the cropped grass until you feel secure. The darkness can hide you now.

Player: Enter the smoke... again...

Player: Fiiiiire!
DM: You jam open the trigger, sending a storm of plasma boiling out your weapon. It's very satisfying seeing all that glowing energy fly through the darkness to your foes, but it also draws unwanted attention.You feel nervous, then scared shitless as plasma emanates out of the darkness from three points. The plasma shots track along the ground and onto your leg armour (Pick a number from the random number table and deduct it from your health).You throw yourself on the ground, heart pounding. You let your instincts get the better of you. The only crumb of comfort is that you may have drawn fire intended for a squadmate, but it does little to ease the pain or the regret.As you look up from your meagre cover in the short grass (but nevertheless hidden by darkness), you see the flashes drawing nearer.
Player: Continue fighting in the gloom
Player: If it is 0-5
DM: You see Radio dive forwards to the ground, while Savant rolls to the side.Savant's voice appears on the radio: "It was close, but we're safe now."Harridan: "Keep at it, boys. Wait until you see the plasma flashes before drawing attention."In the gloom you can just make out the shapes of the two friends changing position, hiding in a small, grass-covered depression. Then, they eagerly rejoin the fight.

DM: I can't win with this eye color.Even though my father is chancellor of Area 7, and that my grandfather collaborated with the Germans, nothing will ever change the fact that we are not poster children of the Aryan race.Benjamin probably feels the same way. Ruling class son, and yet no respect. Wrong phenotypes. Speak of the devil.
Player: Ben
DM: "Listen Alex, you know you can't win against these pricks. Why do you put up a fight?""I didn't even try to this time.""...Alright. Well, just stick close to me and the other browns. There's safety in the numbers, right?"This is ridiculous. I should just get colored contacts already."...I guess.""Alright. Well, cheer up! It is a great honor to be here, after all.""...right."This building is impressive, as well as daunting. I guess it conveys its message well."Who built this glorious monument to our triumph, class?"
Player: Answer
DM: "Albert Speer""That's correct. Well done. I wouldn't have expected an answer from a brown eye. Albert Speer- the most glorious of the Third Reich's architects....ehh you get the idea."Even Herr Spitzer, the SS appointed instructor, has to tone down the propaganda sometimes."Alright class, please follow my lead, single file"
Player: Into the Museum of National Triumph

DM: "Ah, ploork! We need him well enough to give us what we need. Take him to the infirmary."You are blindfolded again, hands bound and slung over a guard's shoulder. You are bounced around for a few minutes, then are unceremoniously dumped on a straw pallet.Your blindfold and cuffs are taken off and your leg is roped to another ring in the floor. You feel a prick in your arm, then feel dizzzzy...You open your eyes. You are still in the infirmary, lying on that pallet and you feel... better. (restore 5 health)You have no idea how much time has passed but you need to get out of here. You scan the room. It is another concrete cell, one entrance, grille in door, no windows. Rows of straw pallets fill it, upon which lie wounded soldiers. You realise with a wince that you could have made some of those wounds. A guard stands by the door, vigilant.Well, you're slighly healthier than you were inside the cell, but now there's a guard on the inside of the room. Brilliant.
Player: If you want to yell for the guard to come over
DM: "Hey! I need some dope over here!"The guard walks up, an amused grin on his face."Matter of life or death, is it?""Yes, I could relapse into my condition at any moment!"He looks over you, scanning you with his eyes.Pick a number from the random number table

Player: Respond, your squad needs you!
DM: You report in."Sentinel, I've forgotten where we need to go. I heard explosions, but I haven't heard any orders yet."A map appears on your heads up display"Just show me where you think we should go. I think we need to stay either near the big guns, the sensors or the anti-air defences."You select the possible areas on the map. All the sensor arrays, AA matrices and ground defences."Thanks. That's all we need."You gasp and look around your cell. What? You feel all confused. Why were you wearing your suit so suddenly? Why are you here now?The interrogator looms over you, a disdainful smirk on his face. The floor of the concrete room is still filled with your stomach fluids."That's all we need, Sentinel. Thank you for your co-operation."He holds an old chemical revolver to your head.You have barely time to be shocked, surprised and scared, before the interrogator pulls the trigger.As your mind works to record the memory, it suddenly blinks out of existence.

Player: Go through the door "Die".
DM: You go through the door "Die". Inside is a torture room. An executioner with a bloody axe comes to you. "What're you doing here!?" He demands. What do you say?

Player: If you wish to use your plasma pistol
DM: You carefully and methodically sight down the tiny scope built into the small weapon. To steady the weapon without a stock you rest your elbow on your knee. You identify a shape in the distance which momentarily lights up like a strobing lamp.Calming yourself, you squeeze the trigger.
Player: If your total is 19-25
Player: If you want to pump as much fire as you can into them
DM: You draw your trusty, reliable plasma pistol and start pumping shots out. Unfortunately for you, you cannot see whether you hit anything, because you just drew attention that wasn't there before. Your enemies are now presented with a beautiful beacon of flashing light to aim at.You may take solace in the fact that you may have drawn fire away from your friends, but the beams flying toward you do not give you pause for thought.
DM: Beams of energy flash across the battlefield. You are relieved by several which shoot past you into the night, but the amount of beams in the air is incredible, and before you can take cover you are skewered with a beam straight on your stomach armour. You hold your breath as it burns a hole and slows down as it meets massive resistance, but the heat is transferred to you and you recieve some nasty burns.Then, your breath catches in your throat as you feel an electric shock and realise the beam has penetrated. You have been seriously wounded by the beam and even if no organs have been damaged, you are in danger of losing your life and of brain damage due to lack of oxygen (lose 9 health and 2 marksmanship).

DM: You lie still, part of the landscape. Just a piece of debris. Shots fly over you, but none strike home. Eventually, after what seems like an agonising eternity, the beams stop flying.

DM: Your move carries you forward, all your weight and muscle focused on your knife point. The blade goes right through the trooper. It appears to have missed the heart, but only the best surgery can save it now.You pick up it's dogtag: Trooper "Karn" (if you wish you can add it to your inventory), and wonder why the practice of collecting dogtags sprung up... It seems very similar to sticking human heads on a Terran horse's saddle, and you wonder about the ethics of it. You come to the conclusion that it's just a (cheap) object and dismiss the issue from your mind for the time being.Wary of the possiblity of being surrounded, you leg it out of the smoke. The squad are still holding positions.Harridan speaks up: "Hey, hot-shot, why aren't they coming out!?""I don't know. Maybe they're wondering who's picking them off through the mist...""Hey, look! Our relief's here!"You turn around to see a UG squad, the few light sources glinting off the metal of their armour. As they draw closer, you can see some faces behind the visors. They look grizzled and determined, hardened soldiers all."Okay greenies, you've worn them out. We'll take it from here. You won't want to be around for the next wave, I assure you.", says the squad leader. Then his expression lightens. "You did well, mates. I'm glad to be fighting with you."Your squad marches through the darkness to the patrol walkers. You can see the others of your company riding alongside you.The trip is uneventful as you cannot see much. Harridan navigates and drives with the map and nightvision screen.The dimmed lights of Tel-Nadr are a welcome sight...

Player: Not going to ask Celine out

DM: This guy's wielding a knife and he's quite big. You're not sure you can take him on, although you remember what your father used to say:"If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything". This reminds you of a movie, but never mind that.Are you fighting this guy?
Player: Better not. I'll just give him my wallet
DM: You give him your wallet and the guy runs off.For a few moments you're just standing there, wondering if you did the right thing.You rush to the nearest police station and tell them what just happened. The chief said that they'd let the units know and that you could go home now.A bit startled, you ask if you can be escorted home or something. You know the police are not a cab service, but you don't want to take any chances.The chief laughs and agrees, assigning someone to take you on a bike ride.
Player: Accept the ride back home
DM: You accept the ride home and you hop on the back of a bike, holding tightly to the officer in front of you.When you arrive home, the officer tells you that you'll hear from them if the robber is found.You say thank you before going in and locking all the windows and doors. You do a quick reality check and go to bed, wishing for a peaceful sleep.
Player: Face the morning (click here if you're into women)
DM: You dreamed with a purple sky and did a reality check, realizing that you weren't really awake. You wake up the moment you know you are dreaming and write some words in your dream journal.You take a shower, get dressed and have some breakfast before deciding what to do with your day.The doorbell rings and you wonder who it might be.You open the door and find a cute police officer with your wallet in her hand."I believe this belongs to you," she says, handing you your robbed goods.You are dazzled by her beauty and can't fight the urge of asking her out on a date. You take your wallet, thank her, and, just before she walks away, you ask for her number."My number?" She cuestions.You explain to her that you're not asking for the emergencies number and she blushes, letting out a nervous giggle."Sure," she says, lighting up your mood, "I have time for a happy hour today".She gives you her digits and you suddenly feel confident.The day goes by quickly as you wait for the clock to hit the happy hour time. You call your date and she tells you that she'll wait for you at the bar.You hit it off right away and end up walking her home and kissing her goodnight. She has the day off tomorrow and you want to take her out on a proper date. You dated her only for a few months because then you got engaged. It was a rushed decision, but it felt like the right one. You stopped having weird dreams since the first night you met her and now you're happily married with the woman of your dreams.

DM: I've got plenty of friends in high places, but they're not going to be able to help much if the authorities can trace my registration to a boat full of bodies.
Player: Dash up the stairs
DM: Eric was halfway down to the boat when the smell hit him. He slowed his descent on the ladder, but that was when the man's face appeared over the side of the boat. It was a face full of madness. Eric couldn't tell if he had a weapon or not.
DM: I can see him now. He knows I'm coming for him.
Player: Follow down the ladder
DM: He ran into the boat, but before he could slam and lock the door behind him he was thrown back by the smell, and the sight of Marisa sitting on a chair, arms propped on a table.This was not the beautiful, lively Marisa that Alfred had known, but a Marisa distorted with death. A man's arm casually hung out of a pantry closet behind her.
Player: The door behind him opened quietly
DM: Eric swung the knife.He brought it up right between the intruder's ribs, feeling a pang of guilt as he did so, even though he knew this man had meant him great harm. But Eric was not a killer.
DM: My shock is almost immediately overridden by the pain. I can hear myself screaming. The pain is unimaginable. As my consciousness fades to blackness, I wonder what I did wrong. I wonder if I could have changed this somehow.
Player: I know this must be the end.
DM: After the man finally stopped screaming, Eric threw up for what felt like hours. Every time he thought he had brought up everything he had in him, his stomach would find some more.When his tremors had finally ceased, he went up top where he could find the radio. The air was fresher up here.He called for help. It was too late, he knew, but he could at least help in this one way. He could help his friends find peace. He could know that this one task was accomplished the way it should be. He could finally come out of hiding.The sun broke through the clouds in the east. He turned his face towards it.He was warm again.

Player: NW
Player: SW
Player: SW

DM: You walk to the nearest hospital to get patched up. You wince as the needles slide through your skin, then watch with interest as your body repairs itself, doing in minutes what should have taken weeks. Burns fade, scrapes are replaced with healthy skin and cuts close of their own accord (restore your health to it's maximum).You walk through the streets, occasionally moving around a crater or two. A few buildings that were standing before are now charred husks. You arrive at a maintenance station, a small temporary building bolted together from steel girders and aluminium panels. The guy manning the counter looks up as you walk in."We've got our hands full here, it might take a while to get that fixed up."(You can either leave your armour here to get repaired overnight or keep your armour in less-than-perfect condition. If you choose to leave your armour at the workshop, make a note of it .)You head back to the illuminated square.
DM: As you arrive back at the square, you see the troopers dispersing. Tomorrow will see a red dawn, and nothing is worse than fighting while tired.You feel a tap on your shoulder and swivel around to see Red, her helmet off."Hey, Sentinel! Better get some sleep, or you'll end up like Psych."Your eyes follow her pointing finger and focus on Psych, snoring in the dirt. Outrider shakes his head and hoists Psych over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. You sigh and trudge back to the barracks, the journey blurring in your memory. The sleepy has it's grip on you. Then as you haul yourself into your bunk, there is a minute of incredible relief from physical effort, before all thought ceases...
Player: As if in a dream...

Player: If the total is 18 or above

Player: If the total is 17 or above

Player: Fire like crazy into the darkness to try and supress them
Player: Pick a number from the Random Number Table

Player: If you want to take aim again
DM: Emboldened by your success, you take aim again, knowing every hostile you take out is one less to threaten your friends.Pick a number from the Random Number Table and add it to your marksmanship. If you have a Rifle and ammunition and want to use it, add 1 for every cartridge you want to use. If you have a Carbine and want to use it, add 2.

Player: Keep your head down

Player: If you want to take cover

DM: You push the quarter in and immediately pull it out. Who do you want to call?
Player: Quit Messing around with the phone

Player: If the number is 18 or greater
DM: Your shots illuminate another foolish Taktat trooper who is standing up in the middle of a battlefield. You feel supremely confident in your skills (if your marksmanship is below 10, add 2 to it).You shift around a bit and decide to check up on the state of the battle.

Player: If your total is 14-18

Player: If you have your jumpsuit with you
DM: You gaze with pride at your protector, made by human hands and lovingly checked over each day by yourself and Gearhead. You look at all the components, listing them mentally, pockets for impact absorbers, electronic communications, holsters, liquid cooling capillaries, valves, fuses and the many, many scars and dents it carries.You put on your rugged companion and your weapons and walk quietly out of the barracks. As you pass the rows of bunks, you notice Psych getting much needed rest, and Nemo... whispering?"No... The Zerstorers... Out of rockets... Why wont it die? Oh, man I'm scared... UG on the way... Stay calm, man, stay calm..."Even cold, implacable Nemo has his problems...

Player: Take my stuff, it's not Worth it.
DM: Sebastian knew she had been had but she had expected to lose something, here she'd be walking away with her life, most of her weapons, her horse, and enough coin to complete her mission. The only thing she'd really lost was her pride and that could be avenged later, when she led soldiers back here to retrieve them.She swallowed her pride and said, whilst fishing in her pouch, "I thank you for your generosity, please take care of my coin and items, they mean alot to me." This, al least was true.Reichold bows and says, "The pleasure of your acquaintance was all mine. Please keep yourself safe milady, there are true dangers in this wood, ones less kindly than I and my Jovial bunch. Adieu!"Just like that, the Highwayman fades into the woods. Sebastian knew that she, in a way, was lucky. A bear would have just killed her. She swore to herself about her amateur mistake.Dawn came and at the seventh stone she was at the gate.

Player: Pick a number from the Random Number Table and add it to your marksmanship. Add 1 for every cartridge you are using.

DM: Once safely past the tree line the warriors release your arms and you spring to your feet. Princess YiQi is nearby whispering rapid orders to some of the Yantu warriors, she looks up as you approach and demand to know what the hell is happening."Not so loud," she cautions you. "That devil Donovan has ordered that you and your men are to die. His control over my father and my brother is complete. We saved you because you must return to the Log Fort and the big village Victoria to tell your Chief Buford what is happening, what Donovan has done. Otherwise he will continue to kill our people, take our women, our food and our valuables and desecrate our holy temple."You frown at her words. You have dozens of questions but you ask the first one that comes to your head."How is it that you speak such good English?""Many years ago an English ship was broken on these cliffs and a man swam to shore. He taught me English for many years but he died of jungle fever three years ago. He was a good man and I feel sure you are a good man too, not like Donovan and his red-coat killers. Now me and the ten warriors of the royal guard will protect you and guide you back to your people but we must move quickly. When Donovan discovers you are not among the dead and me and my warriors are gone he will understand what we have done. We must move fast and we have brought all the food we can."Yiqi waves her hand in an eastward direction."The fastest way back to your villages are eastward, along the Soft Stream or through our old village of Anshan. Which way do you favor English Brave?"
Player: Northeast to the Village
DM: For three days you and your new companions travel Northeast through the trees, all the while your respect for Yiqi steadily increases. Finally you come to Anshan Village where just ten days ago your men fought a fierce battle with the Yantu. Since your departure the Yantu have returned and seem to have buried their fallen in a vast mound while your own dead were buried by you before your departure. Now the village is empty and uncomfortably quiet."There may be food concealed in some of the huts," Yiqi tells you quietly. "If we search we may find some but it may allow those who follow us to catch us. If we continue east leads to the Goat Valley while Southeast will take us down to the Soft Stream."
Player: Travel Southeast
DM: As you continue to follow the stream east you increasingly encounter a series of rocky waterfalls where the water descends from rocky higher ground. You and your companions are forced to go slower as you cautiously climb the slippery wet rocks as you continue your flight. From one peak you look back and are startled to see hundreds of Yantu swarming up the rocks below you like ants. You tap Yiqi on the arm and point behind you. "Look, we need to go faster," you shout over the roar of the waterfalls. "We can't," Yiqi yells back. "It's too dangerous!"

Player: Go back to my original "other" life
DM: You step out of the machine and there's a riot team waiting for you in your lab."Don't move or we'll shoot!" they announce.
Player: Don't move
DM: You comply and they arrest you.Turns out you came back to the wrong dimension. You're a most wanted criminal in this one. Super dangerous or something.But wait. If you're here... Where's the real criminal you?! Your other self bursts in through the window with a machine gun and starts to shoot the heck out of the riot team.You throw yourself to the ground and the team fires back. After a few moments of blazing guns and screams and blood, it all ends.Your other self lays dead on the floor and the tac team is mostly alive.
Player: Just lay low
DM: Not wanting to take any chances, you don't move and wait for things to chill.But someone from the riot team shoots you because they thought you weren't dead yet, thinking you were the other one.So you die.Sad.

Player: Investigate
DM: Filled with a sudden sense of urgency, you move closer and examine the crater wall. It is mostly dirt and fragments of metal, but a small patch is a translucent brown, topped with shifting rainbow patterns.I've got you now, whatever you are!You reach out and touch the surface. Your hand goes right through. Other parts of the crater have started to shimmer as well. Obeying your instinct, you step forward, and walk right through the crater wall.
Player: Among the ruins
DM: You step out into the middle of a stone-floored tunnel, walled with clay, going deeper and deeper into the ground.You hear an amplified rattle from above and, thinking of knives in the dark, begin to walk faster.Eventually you notice that there is an ambient light - everything glows dimly, with no apparent source. But this anomaly is driven from your mind when you pass under an arch and abruptly step out of the tunnel. You are in a small room with a railed balcony and a door. The walls and floor are glassy, translucent crystal, highly polished and glowing with a mild blue internal light.You move to the balcony, and gaze out at a necropolis.It is a city. Wide, translucent-blue streets are lined with fantastic buildings. There are perfect domes topped with crowns of spikes, conical towers and perfect blue cubes. It is an alien world, frozen in perpetuity.The second thing you notice is the wreckage. Among the sterile, geometric crystal buildings lie broken machines. Metal parts, everywhere. Cogs, wiring, pistons, boxes with strange symbols and blades, some whole, some shattered into fragments. You can barely make out the gleaming word "Zilthrak" on one of the metal parts. There are puddles of green fluid, lubricant and...Blood. Mixed in with the mechanical debris, you can see crimson spattered on the buildings, harsh death amid the sterile crystals.Looking closer, you see remnants of human bodies amid the mechanical ones, but only small pieces remain, as if they had been ground down, in a hideous taunt.The blood looks fresh. The whole landscape is perfectly preserved, despite the air being only slightly cooler than on the surface. You feel a shiver run down your spine.More sounds from the tunnel. Footsteps echoing on the stone. You quickly slip through the door.

Player: If the number is 0-5
DM: You slink away, careful where you put your feet. When you have gone a block and feel safe, you glance back over your shoulder. Psych is just standing there, like he's waiting for something...You run. You need to get the squad up here.
Player: Discovery
DM: You open the door of the barracks, and sound the "silent alarms". You can barely hear them, but the whole squad instanty springs up.Gearhead's eyes remain closed. "Dammit, if this is someone's idea of a joke, I'll-""-Psych is on a bender!" You dump Psych's mutated form onto the floor.Nemo facepalms. "Dammit. How stupid do you have to be, to drug yourself up in a ploorking warzone!?""What the hell happened to him? I found him hanging around a fresh crater in a park. We got some strange, trippy stuff going on here.""Well, maybe he was tripping. Or maybe the crater cut through to a cache of subsonic emitters." says Dozer."When did his fingernails get so long?" wonders Red.Harridan raises an eyebrow. "He looks like a ghoul. Several of them were sighted just after the 1st Colony/Outsider/Machine war. Mad human beings, transformed by Outsider artifacts.""Well, lets strap him down and get a medic up here", says Nemo. "We've got work to do."

DM: Your shooting has alerted your foes to your presence. An array of beams come out of the darkness, boring through your armour (lose 4 health).Gasping, you drop to the ground and decide to find out what's happening around you.
Player: One hit, one miss

DM: Parting from the rest of the gang you and your two companions drive up to the First National Bank and leaving the car unoccupied you all enter the bank."This is a stick-up," John calls out, chewing his gum. "Raise your hands everybody."The customers and staff raise their hands, one man glancing at a small amount of his money he has left lying on a counter."Go ahead and take your money," John tells him. "We don't want your money, just the bank's."You guard the door while John watches the hostages and Red empties the safe, one policeman comes through the door and you quickly capture him. Through the window you can see more policemen running to take cover behind cars further down the street."Cops outside," you warn John."Don't let those coppers worry you," John calls back cheerfully. "Take your time Red and be sure you get all the dough. We'll take care of them birds on the outside when we get there." John grabs the captured policeman by the arm and pushes him in front of him. "You go first," he tells him. "They might as well shoot you as me. We love you guys anyway."Sheltering behind hostages you, John and Red all emerge from the bank and move in a tight scrum towards your escape car, several policemen watching you with their guns trained on you all but not daring to fire. Suddenly one of the policemen sees an opening and fires his pistol several times, hitting John in his bullet-proof vest. For the first time you've known him John loses his temper."I'll get that son of a bitch," he snarls and raises his machine gun.
Player: Concentrate on making it to the car
Player: Drive down to Tucson with John

Player: Return to the threshold and consider the options.

Player: You attempt to run away into the crowd so the demon can't get to you
DM: You attempt to run away into the crowd so the demon can't get to you. Your thoughts are panicked and desperate to get away. Yet, you've seem to forgotten that the demon can move much faster than you. The demon catches you in an instant and begins dragging you off to another building which you can hear blood curdling screams. Your heart begins to beat faster as you near it. You try to fight the demon, but he's much stronger than you and you can not escape his grasp. "Fine, you don't want to listen..." He says opening the door. "Have fun!" He then shoves you in and locks the door behind you. You look around and realize you're in a torture house! Sorry, you've lost the game. Hint: try listening to the demon.... Please click "the beginning" if you'd like to try again. Or just end the game and and place your comments.Thanks for playing!

Player: If you want to attack Psych
DM: You creep forwards, eying Psych's back. He wears his normal clothing, but it is torn and ragged. As you take your next step, his bare feet clench like fists.You freeze, breathing hard. Now or never.You lunge silently out of the gloom.
Player: If you are wearing your powered armour jumpsuit
DM: You cannon into Psych's back, sending you both crashing to the ground. Psych quickly rolls away, and as you stagger to your feet, you look up to see him standing over you.His arm sweeps out at your neck at inhuman speeds. You blink involuntarily, before the outer layers of your jumpsuit go rigid, leaving Psych's arm hanging limp by his side.Seizing the initiative, you kick out at his legs.Psych's knees buckle, and he falls. You then proceed to slug his head with the knockout blow.Wheezing from the neck-chop, you sling the mutated bastard over your shoulder and stagger back, through the silence.

Player: Turn around and get out, that thing was INSIDE a person.

DM: Your swords snap out to the sides, and the Dayel's servant reacts by bringing them back up, out of the range of your potentially disarming sweep. An arrow hisses past you and nearly strikes your enemy's heart, but he twists to the side and lashes out at you, cutting you slightly across the arm. You howl in pain and swing your weapons forward, for his guard has been let down temporarily and the pain only makes you angrier.Your weapons meet his sides, and he leaps backwards, barely avoiding a lethal hit. There are deep slash marks in his flesh, and then an arrow strikes him in the side. A bolt of magic misses him barely, and he stabs at you. The attack would have gone through your gut, had you not leaped to the side. Smiling, you come forward again and slash at your enemy.
Player: Decapitate your foe
DM: Your weapons snap together like a vice, and the foe's head collapses to the ground. As the body burns, you smile and turn towards your companions. They are beginning to stir, letting out groans of pain and getting up to their feet.Motioning for them to follow you, you go through the portal and leave the Dayel's realm behind.

Player: Payphone
DM: This is a payphone. You need to pay a kitten quarter.

DM: You step on an unusually loud twig.A crack pierces the silence. You freeze, facepalming with annoyance.The silence returns, like a smothering blanket.Then, a primeval roar fills the air. You slowly turn to see Psych sniffing the air, like a wolf. If you want to get out, you must attack while he is still looking for you.Gritting your teeth, you hide behind a quaint wooden fence, waiting for him to retrace your steps. When he stops to examine the ground, you jump out and rush at his back, adrenaline flooding your mind and body.

Player: Try to convince them.
Player: Keep Playing

Player: Fold the paper scroll into a basket and attempt to balance some ice on your head, but also scream the lyrics to Thin Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back in Town"

Player: Follow the path along the river.
DM: As the girls started along the river, they noticed it was getting very dark in the forest. It was dark before, but the firefly jars had been bright enough to guide them. Now, the darkness was getting thicker.Lili was really scared. She asked Nami, 'Do you really think it's aliens? Do they really have robot bodies? I haven't seen anything unusual in the forest yet.'Nami put her hand out to stop Nami and said, 'Nami, look, do you see that silver light over there?' Nami and Lili walked carefully towards the light. 'Look!' Nami shouted, 'Are those the moonlight fireflies we've always wanted to find?""There's no way - I didn't even think they were real when I mentioned them earlier!" Lili smiled at first, but shook it off, thinking it couldn't be true."It has to be. Don't you recognize that silver glow? Quick - hand me your jar!"Lili hesitated, but after a few moments, passed the jar to Nami. With a jar in each hand, Nami started sprinting towards the silver glowing aura. Once she let the regular fireflies out of the jars, he began pulling the open jars through the air to catch as many of the rare fireflies as she could.The girls were so excited with the moonlight fireflies that they forgot all about the thing they saw in the sky, the aliens with robot bodies, and anything else that was bothering them.

Player: Follow John, Homer, Red and Tommy out the back window

DM: You don't feel like sitting next to someone who might start a conversation with you because you're late and can't afford to get distracted by a beautiful woman or a handsome man.Not you.You sit at the back of the bus and hope that it hurries.Two men get up and you have this strange feeling about them. You've never been one to judge people by their looks, but you're pretty sure these guys are robbers.You wonder where this strange feeling is coming from and you look at the waists of said people: they don't seem armed; at least not with guns, but they could still have blades or something.You're still very far away from your destination and if you get down now, you'll be late. If the guys start their robbing, the bus won't stop and they'll get down. You won't be late if you let these men do their thing. They'll probably take your wallet and, worse case scenario, your phone; but you're pretty sure you can afford to lose them.So, what's it gonna be?
Player: Stop them
Player: Stare even harder
DM: You widen your eyes as the robber starts to move his'. You're winning.You take a step forward and the robber takes a step back. He puts away his weapon and apologizes for the trouble. But the bus won't let them go so easily.When you get to the next stop, a couple of police officers get on and arrest them, thanking you for your services to the community and being a hero. Later, you receive a call from a newspaper interested in writing the story about the local hero.
Player: Do the interview
DM: You do the interview and have your picture taken by the paper.You are a local celebrity and it gives you enough popularity to get a date whit whomever you feel like.So you enjoy your little fame and fortune until it fades away after a couple of months. But it was fun while it lasted. You stopped having nightmares the night of the day you became a hero and you've never had another night of bad sleep in your life.THE END

Player: Letter One
Player: Go to Trinity Street
Player: A group of thugs

Player: Go with George to the Miller Farm
DM: You and George set off towards the Miller Farm but you never get there. One evening you reach the little town of St Joseph and as you are trotting your horses down the street two lawmen armed with rifles emerge from an alleyway to your right. "Hold up your hands men, you are under arrest!" one calls out. George immediately raises both his hands but the thought crosses your mind that rather than surrender you could lean down your horse's left flank and try to spur it into a gallop for safety. That would be far more dangerous than just surrendering however.
Player: Try riding to safety
DM: You start to raise your arms and then suddenly yell out "Fuck you, you sons of bitches!" Leaning down in your saddle to try to keep your horse's body between yourself and them you dig your spurs in so deep they draw blood. With a scream your horse bolts, the lawmen fire a few pistol shots which zip overhead but within seconds your horse has carried you down the street, out of town and across the prairie leaving the startled lawmen with their prisoner. Riding your unhappy horse all night you reach safety and over the next few days learn what has transpired.In a series of raids lawmen and vigilantes have killed Ol and John and captured George, who gets a short prison sentence. For the next few years you live a wondering assistance, moving around Missouri and other states to avoid detection. Finally, in the spring of 1871, you renew contract with Cole Younger and Frank and Jesse James and arrange a meeting at the home of your mutual friend Clell Miller. Despite the loss of three of your companions you are ready to resume your career in banditry.

DM: You can feel the pounding recoil of the wide-bore guns as they belch fire at the walkers. Your shots come crashing down on the side of your target's legs.It takes another step, and the front three feet snap off, one by one. The metal warlord starts to lean to the left. The fall seems to take an eternity as the colossus sways and staggers. It hits the road surface with a roar, throwing up a massive cloud of smoke. You can see huge cracks running along the ground around it like a huge spiderweb."Third Line to Command, scratch one walker!"Gambler frowns. "Do you redshirts realise that there are twenty-four left, in our sector alone? And THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER!"As the smoke clears, shots ring out from your right, and the vulnerable top of the downed walker is pulverised, crumpling like a paper cup."Damn, if only we had an orbital cannon..." says Gambler. "Why do they get all the good stuff?"The gap in the line of metal beasts is quickly filled, the downed walker's remains being trampled into the dust.The walkers open up on the wall, a hail of shells whacking the solid supercrete face. Plasma erupts and worms its way into the cracked wall. A dangerous-looking puff of red smoke curls into the air.The wall guns fire back, as the walkers get closer and closer. Off to your left, you see a venting explosion. A boulder-sized piece of wall falls to the ground, throwing up yet another crater and exposing a hole in the supercrete wall.
Player: Fall back to the Fourth Line.
DM: You all grab your equipment, hurry through the escape tunnel and hit the big red button on the wall. Explosive bolts blow and the tunnel behind you caves in with a thunderous rumble. When you see light, you run as hard as you can, for the cover of the Fourth Line. You twist your head and see wall cracking. You run harder.You wonder if you made the right decision. Then you remember what they said at Tel-Takir. Doing ANYTHING is better than being indecisive. Gambler can't lead the squad if he can't stay calm under fire. It's harsh, but this is war.

Player: Make a hole
DM: You fire a massive barrage at the road in front of you, throwing up a plume of dust and a deep crater. When the dust clears, you can see the walker climbing up the other side with it's six metre legs, unharmed.

Player: Set an alarm.

DM: You stick the plasticine-like explosive around the door and corridor through which your foes will come, then check the frequencies on your detonator remote, arming the plastique. As you duck behind a crate, you can hear the tortured shrieks of metal echoing down the corridor.Gearhead gives you a whispered countdown. "Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Mark!"You stab your finger down on the detonator. The roar of the explosive is muffled by the reverberating crash of falling corridor.Pick a number from the random number table. If you are an engineer, add 4 to the number, due to your training with demolitions. Also, remember to remove the explosives from your chart.
Player: If the number is 8-10
DM: As the dust settles, you see a huge pile of rubble in front of you. Everything is silent.Your team stares in shock."Woah..." says Gearhead, breaking the silence. "No life signs on the other side. We must have either buried them or scared them off."You all stare at the debris, horrified at the thought of being in the corridor when the plastique blew.Nemo's face hardens. "Come on, back to the guns. Nothing is getting through that without a mechanised tunnel borer."

DM: You take a smoke grenade from your pocket, pull back and throw. It ricochets off a shiny container and hits the ground, smoking the place up good. Fully breathable, fortunately - if it was one of the old types you would have to go to self-contained air. Posion gas is banned by the Narsh convention, and if anyone gets caught using it, pretty much the whole planet and the formidable Terran Colonial Authority would take up arms.
Player: Use a Plasma Carbine
DM: You start spraying, pumping the semi-automatic trigger as fast as you can. Beams fly out and strike the flickering figures, sending them sprawling on the floor. But more and more come to take their place. Your team's small arms are not enough to stem the savage tide. They fire back, beams whizzing past your exposed upper body. Then a lucky shot strikes your neck.You yell as you feel the burning plasma fight your suit. Shaking your head rapidly, you flush the coolant in your neckpiece and flood the capillaries with fresh liquid, trying to draw away the terrible heat. You smell melting plastic (lose 5 health, unless you are a medic in which case lose 3).
Player: Fall back
DM: "Pull back, all of you. Get to the control room."You end your transmission and quckly slink out of the container labyrinth, running when you see the corridor to the control room ahead."501st, we're pulling out! Get ready!""Command to Sentinel, your section has been sealed off, get to the escape tunnel!""Ayo!"

Player: Risk spurring your horse down the slope

DM: Hello sneaky little you, yes you, invader of some innocent kitten's garage! The light flashes on and you jump for the exit, but a shy voice says, "Oh... I'm sorry, we just don't get very many visitors. They say the place looks like a garage. I'm Lena. For being the first person to show up this week, you get this free glow-in-the-dark paint. Would you like to go laser shooting? It's free for you because you're our customer of the... week, uh... month..." So, what do you do?

DM: The arrow flies true, and strikes his unarmored neck. Obviously he wasn't expecting that, and perhaps it is also his weak point, for he staggers backwards and spits up a large among of blood. Clutching the wound, he snarls angrily, drops the sword, and begins advancing, despite the fact that its life is flowing out from in between its lips, out of its nose, and most of all, around that deadly bolt that you fired.Falling to its knees, the thing looks up at you in shock, then falls forward on its face and dies. The body bursts into flame, and then the sword quickly shatters, slowly falling to dust. You turn towards the door, wondering what awaits you beyond it. Going through is your only choice, though, you notice soon, for your portal back home has closed. There's probably some way to open it, you simply do not know how.

DM: The doorway ahead of you is filled with rubble, but you can hear scratching sounds coming from behind."Yep", says Gearhead, They're still trying to bore their way in."The rubble shifts, then explodes outwards, striking the containers with a metallic reverb.
Player: Stay in cover
DM: As you stay hidden, you hear the thumping, clattering footsteps grow louder and louder as more troops swarm into the room."There's too many of them! We can't hold here, man!" Gearhead sounds panicky."Shit, shit shiiiit!" You can imagine Harridan gritting her teeth. "They winged me. Hurts like hell.""Yeeeargh! Aaah, im hit, guys!" Outrider is in pain."We have to fall back, Sentinel." Nemo is calm. "We'll get overrun. COVERING FIRE!"A new flood of noise, whirring and buzzing, hits your ears."Get back! We'll have to abandon the guns!"As you get up you are careful to duck your head so as not to present a target, hurrying to avoid being cut off.In the corridor leading to the control room you see Harridan and Gearhead just ahead of you. You duck behind a corner as the plasma starts flying, but your leg is caught, sending you sprawling to the ground with a sharp jolt (lose 3 health). You pick yourself up as Nemo dives into safety."I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Check Outrider.""Hang on..." Harridan sounds nervous. "Where is Outrider? Oh, no. We left him behind, didn't we?"Nemo's eyes go wide with shock"We LEFT HIM BEHIND!?"He grabs you by the collar."Do you KNOW what they do to their prisoners? They don't abide by any POW treaty. They'll grill him for information and then kill him slowly."Nemo's face contorts and he holds his head in his hands."No... Not another one..."Mark Outrider as MIA on your chart and mark Harridan as Wounded.A shockwave grenade explodes and you hear the footsteps that signal another charge."RUN!"

Player: Examine the old oak tree

Player: Alley 1

DM: You take aim and quickly pick off five figures, but the rifle is just not fast enough to stop them (remove 5 cartridges from your chart). These commandoes are stormtroopers; the same ones who recklessly charged you at Tel-Ignato. They don't bother to check their wounded and soon many of them are in the maze of containers.

DM: Fully loaded, the remaining fighting squadmates walk behind you, eyes peeled, as you move along both sides of a street, full of ruined, skeletal buildings. You can see plasma flashes ahead and hear yelling, but the combatants are hidden by chunks of rubble and mounds of scree.With no contact with command, the only thing left to do is try and rescue your comrades before the Zerstorers break through."I heard they had a contigency plan if they were attacked by walkers.""What? I thought that was the Third Line.""No, something to do with underground ruins... I don't know.""Whatever it is, I bet Psych has a shrewd idea.""Yeah, if he's not a vegetable..."You and your squad reach a pile of gravel, just plonked in the middle of the cracked hover-road surface. The ground vibrates as if hit by an earthquake. The devestation grows more intense from here on out, with buildings razed to the ground and everything covered with a layer of dirt. Here and there, exposed and broken underground cables spark, and water wells up from shallow pipes.Then suddenly, you round a large piece of intact, fallen masonry, and before your eyes see a squad of Taktat troopers. With Rapidfire guns and grenades, they force the escaping UG troopers back down the road, laughing uproariously as sniper beams from the Zerstorers pick off the desperate soldiers.You rush in, beams flying, catching your adversaries completely off guard. As the last of them falls to the ground, you hear yells, and more troopers converge on your position from the ruined buildings on the side of the street.The trapped UG troopers take cover as best they can, and are soon out of sight.
DM: Faced with the sight of at least ten raised weapons, you stagger backwards and trip. You bonk your head on the ground, and desperately try to scramble to safety behind a rubble boulder.Pick a number from the random number table, and add 4 if you didn't get your armour repaired. Subtract this from your health.The shooting starts, and you deal with your wounds as best you can, slumped on the ground. Soon, you realise that the shooting has stopped. A medic stands over you, but you don't notice who it is - things are going very... fuzzy...You close your eyes.
Player: Thoughts
DM: The shots fade as you and your squad hunker down behind whatever rubble you can find. You are all in a bad way, cut, bleeding, exhausted. But after having come this far, all that seems insignificant. Even as you cling to the masonry like limpets, doing little more than hiding from the stalking terror of the Zerstorers, you will not be dislodged.The potshots continue. Minutes pass. Your squadmates start to chuckle, faced with the destruction around them, the blood, the occasional whistle of a shell - for some reason it all seems so pathetic, so small, in comparison to your cameraderie.You feel stronger than ever as your fortress crumbles. You feel invincible.
Player: If your squad has downed one Zerstorer or less
DM: The ground shudders beneath you. You look up to see the craning neck of a Zerstorer, 'eyes' gazing down.A roar goes up from the enemy, and taking advantage of your surprise, they dash out at you. Plasma from the Zerstorer rakes the ground, scaring the ever-loving shit out of everyone. As the Taktat troopers rush in, plasma rifles raised as clubs, you know this fight could spell your doom.
Player: If your squad has at least 14 healthy members (including yourself)
DM: As you take your bearings, everyone starts firing. As your gaze sweeps left and right you see your comrades crouching behind the largest chunks of rubble they can find. The firing line starts projecting plasma forward at a furious rate, taking out a trooper just in front of you as, dazed, you pull out your weapon and start firing with them.You breathe heavily as the shadow of the Zerstorer moves over you. A mammoth foot crashes down just beside you, sending you spinning into the dirt. As you gaze upwards, you can see ropes falling from the belly of the beast.Quickly, you stagger to your feet and go over your options.
Player: If you have a remote-detonated explosive and a blobgun and wish to use them
DM: An idea comes to your head - one of those insane, whacked out ideas only available to the stupid and desperate.You jam your explosive charge in the barrel, chuckle at the absurdity of it, then pull the trigger.It soars upward, whirling in the breeze. It seems to slow, and you fear it might come back - but then it lodges just inside the machine.The ant-like creatures at the top of the ropes start to move frantically, but it is too late. You smile, and squeeze the detonator.While well-armoured on the outside, the designers didn't seem to anticipate an attack from inside. A short Bang! issues its report, seemingly harmless.Then, the thing's head explodes to the staccato sound of exploding ammunition. You must have touched off the thing's magazine. It's shooting itself up from the inside out.You and your squad run, as it sways, then topples over. The explosions continue, breaking the once fearsome beast into a pile of blackened scrap metal.

Player: If you want to set your explosives to try and collapse the corridor on top of the enemy

DM: You have seen the coldness in his eyes, and know that he will not relent. Fighting for your life is your only chance to get past this alive. You crouch and look for a weakness in his stance that will allow you to turn the tables. He is armed with a weapon, and you are not, but barehanded combatants have beaten armed opponents before. Finally, you spot a tension in his arms that leaves his body unbalanced and vulnerable. You fake left, and you notice that he reacts a split second too late. You coil your body, ready to strike, like a cobra. When you see that he is still hypnotized by your feint, you dart toward him, grab his hands gripping the blade handle, pull his hands and the handle past your body, and deliver a straight kick to his hips, all in one swift motion, before he can react. He crumples backward from the force of your kick. The blade handle slips out of your hands, but only for a brief moment, however, as you simultaneously side mount him while he is on his back and grab the handle using one hand. You quickly rain elbows, fists, open palms, and forearms down on his head and neck with your free arm. He offers little resistance in the face of such brutal force. Eventually, you choke the breath out of him with your bare hand as his legs twitch weakly and arms flail powerlessly. At long last, he drops his blade with a clang and his body stops moving. You stare at his chest for signs of breathing for a few minutes before releasing his throat. You take a moment to catch your breath, and then check his body for something to loot. You only find his blade and cloak to be of any use to you. The cloak keeps you from feeling colder, though not by much. There is nothing left to do except to keep walking toward the light.
Player: Keep walking toward the light.

DM: You are suddenly knocked to the ground in a flying tackle. Gasping, you shake your head and clear your wits, just in time to see Outrider exposed and off balance. He jerks like a marionette as the beams start flying.He falls to the ground, punctured like a colander. A pool of blood forms around his twitching form.But while they concentrate on Outrider, the United Guns troopers spread out around the rubble. You can only hear the crunch of gravel and flashes of reflected light from your position behind a chunk of rubble, but then you see the barrels of a squad's worth of plasma weapons appear from the ruins.In their rush, it appears the Taktat troopers had no flankers at all. They're all in one big stinking pile."FIRE!"Your voice is little more than a snarl, and filled with hatred for those bastards. The UG soldiers feel the same way - beams fill the air like a laser show, catching the enemy troopers in a lethal crossfire. When the troopers fall, your weapons are turned on the corpses, turning them into bleeding sacks of meat. They start to burn with the energy and hate being poured into them.Only when they have become dust in the wind do you stop firing.Outrider is not moving. His heart is exposed, and filled with holes. He lies in a hideous pool of his own lifeblood. There is nothing you can do (mark Outrider as KIA on your chart.)
Player: If your squad has fewer...
DM: Before you can get over the shock, the sky suddenly fills your vision. You realise you are lying on something very hard.A metallic blur rushes towards your face, and you see no more.

Player: If you have a missile launcher and a missile and wish to use it
DM: Fingers trembling, you load the heavy device and point the business end squarely at one of the openings on the Zerstorer's underside. Above, you can see the figures of shock troopers starting their descent on the ropes.Phut. You close your eyes as a plume of smoke obscures your vision.WHOOSH. The sound of the explosion is muted, but flames gush from the weak spots on the Zerstorer's armour, blackening the metal. It stops, still, as the muted roar of secondary explosions echo up and down the length of the walker, until the smoke clears and it just stands there, still upright, a skeletal, blackened piece of junk.

Player: Deny Responsibility
DM: "Honestly" you reply, "I don't see what the big deal is. All I did was go into their stupid garage and take a few beers. It really doesn't have to be this big thing." "Well" she replied, "if we are going to invite your neighbors here to meet you, they're not going to want to listen to you telling them that this wasn't your fault or something to take seriously. So based on that I think we're going to have to send your case back to the court to deal with as they see fit"."Fine", you reply.You find yourself a defense lawyer and when your court date arrives he tries his best to plead your case. Your neighbor appears in court and states that she saw you emerge from the garage after she heard you break in. Your fingerprints are all over the six-pack. It's an open and shut case. You are found guilty and are sentenced to one year of detention. They never serve desert.

DM: "Alright, let's rush them. I want five of you giving us cover fire from here, the rest of us will charge.""Man, I wish we had some shockwave grenades", laments Cub."Our whole supply line is in a mess", agrees Gambler."Cut the chatter and lets move out," says Nemo.As the five marksmen in the building open fire the rest of you burst out the door. The Rapidfire remains silent, then, as you start to spread out, a cloud of smoke billows out of the ring of sandbags."Oh, no..." Nemo senses what is to come.A flurry of red beams track their way along the ground towards you, making little craters in the asphalt. You can hear the whine, hum and crackle of the static electricity and ionising air. Then, the beams reach your feet and track their way across your chest. Your stomach suddenly burns and you collapse in agony. (lose 4 health, 6 if you didn't get your armour repaired)You writhe on the ground, yelling "YEAAAARGH!"Your heart beats fast, and you can feel pain in unrelenting waves. Around you, you hear Switchblade screaming (mark Switchblade as Wounded on your chart.)
Player: If you are not a medic or engineer
DM: You smell sizzling flesh, and you realise your chest armour is badly damaged. (lose another 2 health).Eventually, you see Red appear above you with the red cross on her helmet. You close your eyes while she patches you up - you don't know how, but the pain goes away. Probably anaesthetic too.You stagger to your feet with her help.

DM: "Everyone spread out and fire on my mark."Everyone who can hold a weapon line up their sights along cracks in the wall, holes and windows. The wounded move back into the building you came through.You take your binoculars and scan the area. The troops in the emplacement are alone. They are alert, but they are all looking at the streets and sky. They must be new to the game of urban warfare."Fire!"
Player: If you have more than one unhealthy soldier
Player: If the number is 3-0

DM: You prop your Rapidfire on a windowsill, deploy the bipod and hold down the trigger. Plasma beams walk up and down in a zig-zag pattern around the sandbags, melting the sand into glass. The troopers react too slowly, falling to the ground as they spin around to look.The gunner still had her hand on the trigger, and as she goes down the energy weapon starts firing wildly into the sky.

DM: You carefully assemble and load the launcher, and stick it out of the nearest opening, motioning for the squad to stay quiet. Staring down the sight, you pull the trigger.Pick a number from the random number table.
DM: A trail of smoke flies out of the tube and obscures your view. You hear a yell, then you stagger and trip as the ground trembles from the explosion.Peering out into the dispersing smoke, you see punctured sandbags and irregular glass debris scattered everywhere. Dismembered limbs lie around the place, and there is a small, but deep crater in the centre. You see one of the dead shot through the head with a shard of glass, another with a piece of tarmac in her chest.You see movement. Some of the Taktat troopers are still alive.

Player: Turn on the light
DM: I did finally scream and clutched Oberon tightly as the light clicked on.But there were no dead bodies or a murderer waiting to kill us in the dark. But I guess I would have been the only one here getting killed.But that would have been silly anyway. You wouldn't keep dead bodies in your house, would you Zita? Although if you had been murdered here, I suppose the murderer could still be lingering.My heart raced. I ushered Oberon to go before me.I stayed on his heels, peered around the musty room.And I don't ever recall seeing a giant painting of you, Zita, hanging on the far wall, as dusty as the rest of the place.I finally pulled away from Oberon to look at the painting closer.Your brown eyes stared intensely at me. Your lips formed a hard line. You were dressed in black, hair pinned up and away from your slender face.It was stoic and frozen and not at all as lively as you had ever been. A poor depiction of my beloved Zita Dacosta, I'd say.I reached and touched it.The paint was fresh and I smeared the blush that had been painted on your cheeks."Bloody Hells," I whispered.The light shut off.I screamed again.

DM: You know that if you do not cool your chest armour immediately, you could suffer severe burns. You flush your cooolant reserves into the wounded pockets, gasping as intense heat is replaced with cold. You vent the coolant, being careful to turn onto your side, and a cloud of steam appears above your head.You stagger to your feet.

DM: The sun Kray moves out from cloud cover, and shines right onto the barrel of your missile tube."The squidfuckers are here! THEY'RE HERE!" The Taktat troopers scramble out of the emplacement as you pull the trigger.With a whoosh, your vision is filled with white smoke, then you stagger as the shockwave of the impact hits you.Plasma starts to fly as the smoke clears, but the Taktat troopers' main advantage, their Rapidfire, is now just twisted, glowing scrap.
Player: Inept sniping

Player: New Paradise

Player: 2

DM: + 2 " Ding-yang, are you alright? You seemed to be in discomfort." You asked and signal for him to come sit next to you. Your little brother slowly went over and sat next to you, still complaining about his uncomfortable stomach. "My tummy has really been uncomfortable to last few days. I cannot seem to remove my waste over these few days." Again, you questioned his diet throughout these period. "I eat normal things such as porridge and salted fish. Why?" He answered curiously.

DM: You take a large slab of beef and a refreshing goblet of whiskey. The whiskey is strong, and it burns your throat, but you get used to it. The beef is finely cooked and tasteful. You soon get hooked on the whiskey, and you pour yourself another glass. It is dangerous, you must stay aware and awake. Or you could have a few more..... The pitcher of whiskey is near at hand and the whiskey looks good and smells good, the dark caramel color nearly makes your mouth water, and the beef is a tid bit dry. Go ahead, have some more.....
Player: No More
DM: You decide to have no more drinks except water and push the pitcher of whiskey away to avoid temptation. A piper comes in and plays a sorrowful tune, and near the end of the rising and falling of the bagpipe's squeals, a MacDonald tacksmen gives a shout and his head falls onto his plate, dead. He took a poisoned dish. Everything freezes, both sides pondering this new development. A MacDonald rises and screams, "ATTACK!" But your men are prepared. Dirks fly and blood spills, guts fall and bodies slump over dead. A fierce fight ensues and when you cut off the chief's thumb, index, and middle finger of the left hand, his side flees through the double doors but barricades them with furniture so you can't escape. You can either stay and fight or flee. There are half a dozen of your tacksmen, and you. Each side had had fourteen tacksmen and a chief. It would have been twelve, but plus a chief and then it would be an unlucky number. Your men climb the long table for higher ground. Halberds, Lochaber axes, broadswords, bows, arrows, and claymores were mounted on the walls for decoration, but your men heaved them off their supports and can survive a fight.
DM: You stay and fight which isn't all that bright because you are deep within enemy territory. Your archer can see far down the hall, because the fleeing MacDonalds destroyed the doors, and brings down any guards of ghillies which come near. You are dismayed to look up and see a skylight, displaying a crescent moon and many stars. No attack is launched against you until dawn. You look up to the skylight, and your worst fears come to life. It is ringed with MacDonald archers. Your men are tired and sluggish, no one could sleep. The archers on the roof shoot down countless arrows, but once again your men are ready for it. All except one, who is brought down with three arrows to the chest and one to the shoulder. The rest of the arrows hit the stone harmlessly or are dug into your men's leather targes. While you are distracted with that you don't notice a trap door under the table open. Armed ghillies crawl out and it turns into a bloodbath. Many of them are killed, but they can afford those losses. Your tacksmen drop off one by one until you are standing on a pile of bodies. You are prepared to fight, but an archer cuts your fight short. It strikes your throat and you literally drown in your own blood.

DM: Reacting Quickly, Sebastian flips a Throwing Knife into one hand and tosses it towards the neck of the leader. The Blade drives home and he falls to the floor gugling one his own blood as he writhes around, one hand covering his neck and the other stretching out for help. His eyes bulge and he convulses before stiffening and then expiring.Sebastian's eyes narrow and she draws two more throwing knives. The advantage was hers, she could either throw or stab the man and it was going to be difficult to predict her next move.One swordsman remains.

Player: Kitty and the Beast
DM: You open the book Kitty and the Beast. What a cheesy name. There are Beast monsters all around here. Imagine! A kitty and a beast! You've watched that Disney movie, Beauty and the Beast, but how could a Kitty fall for a Beast! When you flip the first page, the book sucks you in. Wait, that's not right! Sucks you in? It must be a magical book! When you get into the book, you realize that you're in a room. A bathroom. And also, there's a Beast sitting on the toilet. Uh-oh. In a splatter of blood, bones, and fur, you're on the ground, dead in a magical book.
Player: You died in a book, seriously

Player: Call the police from a landline
Player: The next morning
Player: Dial the number
Player: No, sorry
DM: You take the cute police officer out on a date and you hit it off right away. You find yourself liking her a lot and you're thankful that she put her number in your phone.You walk her home and kiss her goodnight, but she invites you into her house and you agree.You spend the night with her and find her leaving for work the next morning. She tells you she had a wonderful time and that she wishes to see you again. After a few weeks of on an off nights spent together, you go official and move in for a while. Then, after some months, you know that you love her.You get married after a couple of years (it was actually her who popped the question) and you know you couldn't be happier.

Player: Through the Sewer
Player: The village

DM: You immediately rush into the rocket just before the teeth of the Beasts snap your neck. To your surprise, there is a kitten with sunglasses dancing inside the rocket. Seeing as he's distracted, you rush to the control pad. You can feel the beasts shaking the rocket. There's only one thing to do. You flip switches and push buttons and pound on the control pad. Pounding on the pad, you accidentally punch the DO NOT PUNCH button. Uh-oh. The dancing kitten drops his sunglasses and his donuts and stares at you. "Did you just-" Before you can even shrug, the rocket explodes, one of the large pieces stabbing Beast King Iwan in the left eye. Uh-oh! That's not good. You are launched out of the window, but thankfully you have a parachute! You dive through the sky and breathe in fresh air. Aaaaaahhh, that's good. However, your parachute is ripped to pieces by a small piece of the rocket. Oh no! You look around frantically. Where do you want to try to land?
Player: Land in the river a bit forward

Player: Lie and save your skin!
DM: Before you can lie, the police kitten rants about the FAT, an acronym for Feline Agent Troop. They are kittens who protect Earth from giant lizard monsters called Beasts. He also tells you that every year, the kittens take a human and turn them into a kitten as a sacrifice to the Beasts. He tells you that the sacrifice is just something to stall the Beasts for a bit while the FAT are trying to figure out all their secrets. He then shoves you into his police car while tossing you some fish. "You aren't going to arrest me?" You ask. "Nah, I know you're the human sacrifice this year. Breaking rules isn't too bad. Here, you're a nice quiet little guy. I'll take you to Kitty City, a nice bustling town. You'll like it, I know, just stay away from any FAT agents while you're there because you're now wanted by them. Be careful! By the way, the name's Waldo, Inspector Waldo!" You listen to him talk about his life as you sigh and lay back. You might actually have a nice life in Kitty City...
Player: Yule's Strategizer
DM: You walk around the strange smelling area. You spot several dogs sniffing a pole. A kitten in a lab coat is watching you in surprise. He claps his hands several times and shouts something. You walk over to him, but the dogs smell you and jump at you. Uh-oh! You scratch the dog. Aha! These dogs are extremely weak, but have sharp teeth. If you have a weapon, you could get past them! Well, what do you do?

Player: Mitten Village
Player: Second Floor
DM: At the second floor, you immediately go to the bar, but unfortunately, the "bar" is just a humongous statue of a granola bar that the owner once dreamed of. The laundry place has nothing in it either.

Player: Leave, 'cause he's not your mayor

Player: Forest

Player: Chocolate
Player: The Garage
Player: Glow-in-the-dark paint

Player: Police shot death

Player: River Flight
DM: You climb aboard the special Mitten Village Only Over River Flight Plane. You spot a few FAT members hanging around, but there's no need to do anything about them. You sit down next to the pilot. She starts the plane by rubbing her fur on a strange fur sensor. With a strange buzzing noise, the plane starts to fly. You watch as the trees whiz by so quickly. But the thing is, you're sleepy, so you decide to fall asleep. You lean down your head onto a button... wait, a button?! A button! The plane explodes, sending you into the river.
Player: Washed up
Player: Strange smelling area
Player: Just sit and die, too bad

Player: The Archery Arena
DM: When you walk in, an arrow flies at you. If only you could stop time!

Player: I...hoped you would. But I don't know if you did.
DM: I'm glad it takes a storygame to make you admit that, Natalie. I told you. I could not love them. I told you. But do you understand my thought process now? I couldn't make you understand any other way.You sit here clicking (painfully so--it's the top, the point of the mouse that does the job!) these choices.And the house is very quiet, isn't it? When was the last time it was so quiet?This is the last choice, Natalie. Go into the playroom. Tell me what you see.

Player: Get onto the road to hitchhike!
DM: You get onto the road and make some signals to some cars, but nobody seems to see you. Hmm... You scratch your head just as you hear a motorcycle sound. Well, it seems like some kittens are playing Lanesplitter on their phones nearby. However, when the motorcycle crashes into you, you realize that hitchhiking was a mistake.

DM: The old man has to think for a moment to remember who Gabriel Xing was."Oh yes, the young gentleman who drowned himself at Lo So Shing Beach a few years ago. That was a very sad occasion. I was still a councilor at the time and had to conduct the Inquiry. It was a very sad thing to happen but this island unfortunately has a very sad history. You know what the Japanese did on that beach? I was very young at the time so I was not taken on that terrible day but my father and older brothers were... It is not good to talk about such things, even now."He blinks, draws a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at the tears in his eyes. You wait awkwardly for him to compose himself.

Player: Go Up
Player: Go to the lobby
Player: The Lobby

Player: Eat a skull.
DM: Mmm... Scrumptious.

Player: Butterknives

Player: The bored costumer
DM: "Dang it!" The bored costumer cries out, sending paint flying through the air, "This waterproof paint is waterproof, but it makes a mess of everything! Now look at these jeans I got yesterday!" You stare at the dripping (wait a sec, how can something waterproof be dripping?) purplish glob that the bored she-kitten is holding. She pulls out a plastic bag with really dry looking paint inside. Oh no, she's going to give it to you, isn't she... "There's somebody who might need this. Go to the old lady inside the Mitten Factory employee area and you'll see what I'm talking about. Now begone before I get annoyed by the wretched paint's smell!" The cranky and bored costumer shouts at you.

DM: "I'll do everything you say if you don't kill me!" you say pleadingly. The creature laughs, his eyes sparking with amusement and slight curiousity. "Then stop crying, you vile creature." The creature snaps at you.
Player: You continue crying
DM: You continue crying, unable to stop the sobs coming from you. The demon gets highly annoyed and decides to kill you. Sorry, you've lost the game. Please click "the Beginning" to try again, or end the game and leave comments! Thanks for playing!

DM: "Sure, let's go laser training!" You say to Lena. Her eyes widen. "Thank you so much! I actually have somebody to play with!" She licks your fur, "Thank you so much!" Now you have a cute kitten here, who likes you. What's better? You rush off to the laser training, immediately equipping yourself with a huge laser gun. Lena also equips herself with one. "Try not to hit each other. Laser wounds are actually hard to clean up, you know. We're just training." Lena tells you. You nod seriously. You shoot a huge laser beam at the ceiling. Cracks appear right away. Wow, what a strong gun. You begin to shoot the rag dummies that creep around the area. Wow, this is fun! Time flies and you are trying to beat Lena's high score of five-thousand rag dummies in thirty minutes. It's going higher and higher every second. Your score is still around three-thousand, but it's awesome. After you're done, Lena gives you a slip of paper. "Here's a phone number. If you need a laser shooter, then just call me up." Ooh... You've got a cute kitten's phone number. Wow! Good job, dude!
Player: Lena's Phone Number

Player: Use your Kitty Quarter on a String!

DM: "There actually is something wrong Herr Spitzer. Herr Albretcht was just mocking my eye color.""Well, Herr Albretcht has a point, brown eye. I suggest that if you cannot get over the teasing, you should adopt the use of blue contacts, as most have already done.""Yes...Herr Spitzer."I should've known that he wouldn't have helped."I know you are likely upset, I was when I was your age."
Player: Let it Go
DM: "Yes sir.""Anyway, get back in line.""Yes sir"I wonder what that was about...I can't win with this eye color.Even though my father is chancellor of Area 7, and that my grandfather collaborated with the Germans, nothing will ever change the fact that we are not poster children of the Aryan race.Benjamin probably feels the same way. Ruling class son, and yet no respect. Wrong phenotypes. Speak of the devil.
Player: Stay Quiet
DM: Probably Albert Speer."Albert Speer""That's correct. The most glorious of the Third Reich's architects....ehh you get the idea."Even Herr Spitzer, the SS appointed instructor, has to tone down the propaganda sometimes."Alright class, please follow my lead, single file"

Player: Stop bothering the poor lady!

Player: Waterproof Paint

Player: Play with the LEGOs.
DM: You sit down and run your hands through the pile of LEGOs. You spread the pieces out on the ground, and a wave of nostalgia washes over you. You feel like a child again. You take out all the big pieces first, then search through the heap for smaller pieces and start putting parts together. You remake all your childhood favorites, and some new designs that you are just able to think of now. Your imagination runs wild, and the time flies. Despite all the nostalgia, you cannot help but feel that something is amiss. Playing with LEGOs is not going to help you find a way out of trouble nor get to the bottom of this mystery. You cannot keep playing with LEGOs forever.
Player: Leave the LEGOs.
Player: Continue walking to the fire.
DM: At last, you have almost arrived at the fire. You can feel the warmth of the heat dancing on your face. It is but a few more paces away. Your excitement grows with every step. Without warning, a gigantic wall of ice instantaneously materializes in front of you. You look up for the top of the wall. It is impossible to tell where the wall ends and the darkness begins. Did the fire magically create this wall to keep you out? Is someone tricking you? How did you come to be in this place anyway? Why are you even here? The immense ice wall is a daunting sight. You look left and right, and the solid wall stretches as far as your eyes can see in both directions. You take a few steps back to get a better angle, but the wall still extends beyond your vision on both sides. There is nothing left to do except to try to chip away at the magical wall of ice. You pull out the blade that you had taken from the cloaked assassin.

DM: Your breath is shallow and quiet as you squish yourself into the smallest shape possible in your tiny closet. You woke up in the middle of the night as you heard your parent's shouted warning to hide, followed by a scream and a loud thump. Your heart aches as it beats loudly, and your mind is racing. You tried to call the police, but the line's been cut. You'd jump out the window, but there's no one around for miles, and you don't have a cell phone because there isn't any service. Basically, you're in the middle of nowhere, being hunted down in your new house by a man who you suspect killed your parents and is looking for you. It's all you can do to stifle your tears. Suddenly, a gruff, manly voice can be heard calling your name. Judging by the sound of it, he's somewhere in the kitchen, which is the farthest place from your room than anywhere else. You must get out of the closet and get somewhere safer. Right now your only option is to jump out of the window... But what if your parents are still alive? What if they need your help?
Player: Try to save your parents
DM: Your parents could still be alive, if barely, and you'll be damned before you let them die to save yourself after all they've done for you. Grabbing a hammer off of the table you were building something on, you softly open the heavy metal door and slip outside. You head for the living room, where you heard the screams, and your eyes search for your Mom and Dad. You stifle a horrified scream as you look at your dead parents, and the naive hope of rescuing them sinks as grief brings tears into your eyes. You should have known. Now you're still in danger, and everything they did to protect you could be for nothing.But at the same time, the man in the kitchen looking for you could get away with this, and his crime for murdering your parents may never be met with justice if you just run out of the house. Anger begins to register and all logic leaves you.
Player: Avenge your parents
DM: Your eyes narrow and your grip on the crowbar tightens as you do something insane."I'M IN HERE, YOU STUPID SON OF A B*****!" you yell, and you stand beside the doorway, weapon at the ready.The man walks in, only he turns to face you as if he knew you were already there. Your plan of hitting him from behind is a flop, and suddenly you are face - to - face with a man holding a gun.He's tall and pale in his black clothing, and his jacket hides his neck. His hair is blackish brown and messy, and his face has not been shaven for a few days. His handsome features are soiled by a cold stare and two empty dark eyes."Hello, Olivia." he says softly. Your eyes widen. You feel weak."How do you know my name?" you whisper."I know alot of things."Suddenly, he wrenches the crowbar from your grip and pins you against the wall. Somehow you're not scared anymore, though your heart jumps as he takes out a knife and gently caresses your cheek, and the blade is cold against your skin."Olivia Hart", he whispers. "The daughter of the people who took away my freedom..." Memories of learning about your parent's past as FBI agents flash across your mind. You study his face and find the look in his eyes.

Player: "I've never done anything to you."
DM: "No, you haven't." he whispers. "But I have no choice, love. I'm not going back. I can't let you live, or my freedom dies.""True. But wouldn't that be like what my parents did to you?"You hit something, and you see it in his eyes.But it's not what you were hoping for."Alcatraz is worse than death... Your parents didn't kill me. To do that would have been merciful. Instead, they put me in prison..."You grow silent as you watch anger fill his eyes."But they closed the prison. When you were little... And I escaped... After all they have done to me, their efforts to save their precious little girl are at an end."He gently wipes the tears from your eyes. "I'm sorry, love... I really am."He puts the knife away and forces you to the floor. The bullet went into your side, and when you finally died, he closed your eyes and buried you under a magnolia tree after carving your name into a rock and placing it over your grave as a headstone.

DM: "I think we should wait five minutes," you say, trying to sound calm too and failing. "Not anything against you, A05, but I really don't think we can do this on our own.""Fair enough," A05 says. "Let's just wait there then."You're expecting a boring (but nervous) wait, so you're surprised when two of the men in blue uniforms emerge from the building and have a whispered conversation. You try to listen in, but you can't catch a word they say."Looks like no one else is coming," you say after what feels like about five minutes of waiting. "Let's just go in. We haven't got much time left now."
Player: Go Inside
DM: Feeling scared but curious, you lead A05 into the building that she suspects is where the bombers are. Inside, it is definitely not what you expected. The ground floor houses several of the men in blue uniforms just standing there and talking. Some of them aren't even talking; just standing there and occasionally glancing at their watch."They definitely don't work here," A05 whispers to you, "they must have somehow got rid of everyone that usually does. No clue how. Should we go up?"So far, you haven't been noticed, but you haven't found anything helpful yet, either. Are you brave enough to go up?
DM: "Let's go up," you whisper. "There's nothing here, and we haven't got much time."The two of you tiptoe up the stairs as fast as you can, not wanting to be heard. On the next level up, you see a very crowded group of normal-looking men in an office, being closely watched by some of the blue guys. You assume that they're all the people that normally work here, all stuffed into this one floor of the building. Shaking your head, you continue up the stairs. You're lucky that you weren't noticed. Level 2 is a completely empty office, except for a couple of blue guys on guard."The blue guys are here, too!" you quickly whisper back to A05, getting out of their field of vision. "I'll give the signal, then we'll have to run straight past this level, okay?"A05 nods. It's a nervous wait as you wait for the men to turn around, as they're currently looking right at where you're going to walk. Finally, an alert appears on one of the computer screens and you give the signal to A05 that it's time. The two of you run to the stairs to Level 3 as fast as you can, not even knowing if the "guards" on Level 2 heard you or not."Let's hope they don't have guards on every level," you whisper once you're safely out of sight. Indeed they don't, as Level 3 is a completely empty office, with all of the computers displaying the alert you saw on Level 2. It's written in very small writing; you would have to walk up to one to find out what it says."An empty floor," A05 whispers to you. "Should we look around to see if we can find anything here, or keep going up?"

DM: Your new home is bigger than your old one, though not nearly as grand. Your old home seemed to rise up from the ground, proud and tall and brick; this one was like every other home in the neighbourhood.That is, except for the one beside yours. It was pink, while all the rest were green. Its windows were painted glass, the trees in the yard were like the oaks that had stood for what seemed like half a millennia in the forests back home."Hi, my name is Sarah." Said a small voice from that yard.The subject to whom the voice belonged was dwarfed by the trees around her.
Player: "Hi, my name's Jake"
DM: "Do you want to play?""Sure!" You say. And play is what you and Sarah do. You play and you pretend and you hang out for 5 years. When you are both 11, Sarah moves away. You cry yourself to sleep that night. But you make new friends, friends like Jimmy and Nate-- guy friends who help you get drunk and stoned on the weekends.Your life devolves into meaninglessness, until the day after you turn seventeen.
Player: Wake up!

Player: Summon a mage
DM: "Hmmm, tempting but no." you say as you light your hand on fire. With small poof several professor's appear they paused taking in the scene. You covered with bruise's and burn marks, Bree tied up then the masked people, in a quick order they magically bind the masked people into tight rolls letting Bree out and healing a few of your more serious injuries'. With that all but one left, it was your personal favorite professor Lodar. "It's pretty obvious what happened but tell me any way." giving you a tired smile. Bree stood up and told the story while you straightened out the room. "Yep, sound's like what we guessed they will be bumped down a year and most likely be sentenced to a year under surveillance. Hey Raven might want to heal your cut's they'll scar otherwise." He advised. "Good, I need to proudly show them sending them a message." Falling into your bed with your finger's curled around the hilt of your dagger.

DM: You stay a few moments longer, staring at the mirror and finding your own eyes gazing back.Are you really awake?Yes.You plug your nose and watch your hands.You truly are awake.Now are you ready to move on?
Player: Not yet
DM: The mirror is suspiciously quiet.You keep staring at yourself, plugging your nose and waving your hands between the glass and yourself.Nothing happens.You start to feel kinda silly.You're awake, move on.
Player: Not quite yet
DM: No matter how many times you look in the mirror, plug your nose and check your hands, the result is always the same:YOU ARE AWAKE.
Player: You're right
DM: After checking your reflection, you decide that it's finally time to go out and do something. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and leave the house as you do some reality checks along the way.
Player: Go to a bar or something

Player: "This is sick. I'm out of here."

Player: Stay
DM: You see her across the room. There's no denying that it is Sarah who you are looking at. She's different, changed. She's still small, but the way she wore her hair in a bun and the short skirt that she wore made her at least look her age. She was chatting with some bullish guy who you assumed was her boyfriend. You are instantly enamoured with her, but you know that if you try and act on it then that guy will kick your ass. Also you already have Sam. What do you do?
Player: You leave, try to forget about Sarah by spending the remainder of the night with Sam
Player: Commit Suicide

Player: "Yeah, I'm married"
DM: "Oh, well then, congrats! I'm glad! Well, I better get back to work. Would you like some coffee?"You say yes, then you eat and drink and say goodbye to Sarah. You go back to work, and when that's done you go home to Jessica.
DM: The first thing you notice when you step through the door is the smell of blood.It's foul, the house seems to reek of it. You pull up your shirt to keep out the stench. You follow it into the bedroom, where your heart breaks. There, laying across the bed, is Jessica. Her body is broken, blood seeps from wounds all over her. Towering a over her is Nate, naked, holding a knife in one hand and stroking himself with the other. He is huffing, and as he cums his thick semen hits Jessica's body.He turns to you and says "I punished her, Jake. I really punished her."Everything goes dark as he plunges the knife into your chest.

Player: You risk it and go talk to Sarah
DM: "Hey Sarah.""OH MY GOD, HI JAKE!"She hugs you. You pull her close. She smells like flowers. You smile so big that it hurts your cheeks. "Jake, this is Chris. My step-brother."You breathe a sigh of relief. You and Chris, the muscly guy Sarah was talking to who you now know is her step-brother, shake hands."Hey Jake, wanna go grab a drink for me and we can go somewhere and catch up?""Sure!" You say, thinking of many other things besides "catching up."You grab two beers and then you and Sarah find a bedroom (no idea who's it is) and sit there and talk. You talk for hours, about school, about life, about families and friends. Sarah had moved back here when her mom married Chris' dad a few months before. She didn't think that Jake was still in town.You and her get drunk together. She is joking around, and you are laughing hysterically, rolling around on the floor.Then, something unprecedented happens. She kisses you. A long, deep kiss. You savour every second, but it is interrupted. Nate runs in. "Jake... Jake something happened..."Tears are running down his cheeks. You get up and go to him."What happened, Nate?""Jimmy... he... he's gone, Jake."That is the last thing you remember.
DM: You wake up in the hospital. You had fainted. Sarah is there, holding your hand. She says that Nate told her that he was moving away, to a place where he could forget all this.You check out of the hospital a few days later, then you go to Jimmy's funeral. You and Sarah date, then get married. She starts to work at a diner, and, at 42 years old, you are going there every day for lunch. You are still in love with her...
DM: You walk into the diner and kiss Sarah. She smiles, obviously very happy to see you.You sit down at a table, when, out of the corner of your eye, you see a person with black hair and pink highlights walking towards you."Hey Jake."
Player: Pretend not to know Sam
DM: "Who are you?""It's me, Sam? Remember? We used to fuck on the weekends?"You watch as Sarah walks around the room, but constantly keeps an eye on you. "I don't remember you. I'm sorry." Sam looks at you, obviously hurt, and sits at another table. You go back to work, and then go home.
DM: You arrive home to an empty house. It's dark and cold. On the kitchen counter you find a note that reads:"I saw you today, Jake. I saw you today with that whore Sam. You two used to date, right? I think you're cheating on me. I'm leaving, by the time you get this I will be gone.I hope you rot in hell you cheating bastard."Then you start to laugh. It's ironic, you think, because you cheated on Sam with Sarah all those years ago. You can't stop laughing. It hurts to laugh this much, you cry. But it's so damn funny.And you laugh alone until the end of your days.

Player: "No, I'm still single."
DM: "Huh, well, perhaps this is a bit forward, but could we maybe go out together sometime?"
Player: "I'm sorry, but no thank you. I'm more of a lone wolf."

Player: SE

Player: Talk to Sam
DM: "Hey, Sam!""Oh my god, it's been to long!""I know right! What happened to times like this?"And so it continues. You take note of Sarah's watchful gaze at you as you talk to Sam for hours on end.

Player: Just let it go
DM: I say nothing.She blinks at me, clearly waiting for an answer.I blink back."So...I'm right, right?" she asks, clearly thinking she had won our petty debate."Uh...yeah. Sure." I said.She smiles at me. "Yay! I win!" She gets up quickly, making sand fly into my face.She skips along the beach, going down towards the water, but I don't notice. I'm too busy rubbing my face furiously, trying to get the sand out of my eyes.
Player: Getting Older
Player: Nah, don't ask Celine out

Player: "Would you let me cut your hair..?"
DM: "Of course you can," He kneels down in front of you and looks up, "Just be careful not to make it look all bad, Hon."You nod and give an uneasy smile. For a moment you debate thrusting the sharp scissors into his throat, but you realize that he would probably see that coming and it wouldn't end well for you. Focusing real hard, you manage to ignore the smears of black that you leave on his forehead and hair as you snip and brush away at it. Whenever you get near his neck or ears, Daddy tenses up and relaxes when you move away. It doesn't take long before you are satisfied with the result. Taking the mirror that came with the kit, you show Daddy just how handsome he looks.He stares at his reflection for a long minute before slowly turning to face you."This might just be the best haircut I ever did have," He chortles and moves closer to you. "You want to do anything else for your birthday or just end your day right here?"
Player: Stay Silent
DM: You want to ask to go upstairs so, so badly but... you'll probably only get more hurt if you do. So instead you say nothing and refuse to meet his empty eyes. Even without looking, you feel them burning through your skull. You feel his anger flare as if the room heats up ten degrees."F i n e." Daddy mutters. You wince, waiting for him to strike you but instead he just places a hand on your shoulder. "Let's just get you back to your room, okay?" You nod, praying that for once that he is going to leave you alone. Daddy tucks you in and kisses you goodnight before slipping out of the cell. You squeeze your eyes shut and wait to hear the lock click into place. It's quiet enough that if you don't pay attention you'd miss it- but you always hear it. That's what keeps you here after all.This time it doesn't click.You wait for Daddy to fix the problem, to lock you in. Instead, you hear his thunderous steps ascending into the upstairs. Your heart begins to beat with excitement, pressing up against your bony chest. You throw the blanket off of you and creep towards your door. There's something preventing the cell door from closing completely. The scissors. The thin blade just barely preventing the lock from clicking into place. Hesitantly, you push on the cell door. It swings outward. Freedom.You weigh your decisions heavily before finally deciding to...

DM: You fire at the left man, planting a bullet in his shoulder, causing him to disengage and curse you, before fleeing sharply. This has granted enough time for the stout knife wielding man to make the distance to you, grabbing your firing arm and throwing it in the air.
Player: Headbutt
DM: You plant a head-butt on the short man, causing him to stagger, although retaining his grasp on your arm, a little looser than before. With this advantage, you squirm you arm out of his clammy hands and sink a bullet into his temple. In a panic, you sprint off, leaving the two dead men on the square. In the distance, you hear sirens whir out. An inescapable sound. Hell, you're already in trouble with YInk, the police can't be much worse to shake off. After slipping into an alley and calming down (stuffing your gun back into your satchel) you continue your mission.
Player: A business man

Player: Pop up and aim another shot

Player: Rest
DM: You are feeling very tired and you decide to spend the night away from the place where Other got murdered by chicken monsters.Actually, there don't seem to be any living creatures nearby.You warn New Other about possible danger and you decide to mount guard and take turns over the night.When it's your turn to sleep, New Other takes the guns and aims at nothing as they pretend to be as cool as you. You doze off and dream of your life back home, except that it doesn't have a purple sky...

Player: I change my mind again, take me back.

DM: You open your eyes and find yourself trapped inside a giant Television. Outside is water surrounding you. You are unsure where you are. You stand up from the sleeping position you once were on and walk up to the screen. You gently touch the glass and suddenly a crack appears. The crack opens up suddenly and water comes rushing in. After 2 seconds the water starts to flow in very slow.You were unsure what happened. Hmmm... What do you do?
Player: Swim around frantically.
DM: You start to panic and swim around frantically and you can't seem to find another way out. What to do...
Player: Try to swim out.

DM: You and your companions press on, leaving the trees and entering a beautiful rolling valley that continues for many miles. A few days into your flight down the valley Princess Yiqi plucks at your sleeve and indicates behind you. "Look," she says in warning and glancing back you see hundreds of Yantu warriors emerging from the tree line far behind you in pursuit. You glance up at the valley's steep sides and point to them. "If we climb those slopes then if it came to a fight we would have the high ground." Yiqi shakes her head. "It will be difficult to keep moving east along those rocky slopes, it's better if we just stick to the valley."
Player: Climb the Valley sides
DM: Against Yiqi's advice you lead your men into climbing up the valley's sides. It is slow progress on the rocky, uneven ground and moving along the slope is even more difficult. Soon the Yantu warriors have shortened the distance and soon arrows begin falling amongst you and your companions. "This is no good, we need to go down," Yiqi shouts to you and you agree. Stumbling down the steep slope you return to the valley floor but three of your companions are not so lucky: pierced by arrows they are soon overtaken and beaten to death by your vengeful pursuers while you continue your flight.
Player: Turn Southeast towards a Mountain
DM: You continue to climb upwards, ascending a treacherously steep mountain with the vengeful Yantu always visible behind. When you reach the flat summit you are surprised to find a sheet of paper in a waterproof envelope pinned under a rock to a nearby rock. The note readsTO ANY EUROPEAN WHO MAY FIND THIS,FRESH FOOD AND SUPPLIES HAVE BEEN CACHED IN A CAVE BENEATH THIS SUMMIT AND MAY BE USED IN AN EMERGENCY. FOR FURTHER AID PLEASE TRAVEL ONTO FORT DEFIANCE, THREE DAYS EAST, WHERE A GARRISON OF BRITISH SOLDIERS HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED,LIEUTENANT W WILLIAMS, OFFICER COMMANDING.You are pleased to know help is so close but wonder if you have time to search for the supplies that have been hidden before the Yantu catch up with you.
Player: Search for the supplies
DM: You and your companions spread out and search among the rocks and crevices just below the summit. After a short time your diligent search is rewarded by the discovery of a cache of hidden supplies in a small cave. You have just recovered these foods when you are startled by the sudden shout of war cries and glance up in time to see dozens of the fleetest-footed Yantu warriors swarming over the hilltop. You and your companions scramble for your lives down the steep slope but three of your men aren't fast enough: overtaken they are clubbed to death by your remorseless enemies. The rest of you flee down the mountain eastwards towards the Fort and safety.

Player: Yes madam.
DM: You have "fun". Not much else to say. Suddenly a gang of chocolate bars come up in a Roll's Royce. They pull out their AK-47s and M16s and shoot you and your lady. Sorry. I mean this door says "Die later", what can I do? Had a good time though?

DM: "I knew it was your fault," Liz spit back at you, hatred in her eyes."Well... I thought he'd get me a kitty or something... not... you." You whimper and inch away from her, like she is somehow going to attack you harsher than Daddy ever has."Why on earth would you think that man would ever do anything nice for you or anyone else?" She questions, contempt still written across her face."Because I've been good..." Your dejection softens Liz's face but she recollects herself and continues to glare."Good? And that gets you... what? Brownie points? Congrats, sister, now you've got us both in this mess. All because you... you couldn't take it..." Liz sighs and turns towards you and shakes her head, "I always thought that someone in this situation would be strong but you're... you're just sad."
DM: Liz just scoffs and turns away again. The silence between you two is deafening and nothing but contempt is sizzling in the air. You almost continue to apologize but decide that it is best to let sleeping dogs lie. Among the silence, you hear Daddy pacing upstairs and wonder what he is planning. Clearly he expected you two to hit it off but that just isn't going to happen. Rather, you much preferred to be alone."What's he gonna do to us?" Liz asks out of nowhere, begrudge still in her voice. She doesn't even glance in your direction."Everything you can possibly imagine," You mutter."Yeah.... that's what i thought you'd say." She turns away from you as Daddy opens the basement door and eases his way down toward the cage. Now with his presence, you see Liz get scared and she actually creeps towards you as if to say 'take her'! When he gets to the cage, he smiles at the two of you."Who wants a movie night?" Daddy looks between the two of you, waiting for a volunteer. When neither of you do anything, his face contorts into frustration. "Well? Whose it going to be? Tess?"
Player: "I'll go."
DM: You creep out of the cage and he smiles, patting you on the back and following you up the stairs. There's something you notice that he doesn't, but you don't say a word. He left the cage door slightly ajar. Hopefully, Liz will notice. Silently, you watch him set up the movie as he glances at you every three or so seconds. This causes him to take double the time to even set the movie up but as soon as it starts playing he turns towards you and smiles. "Why don't we get out of here for a little while?" He saunters over to you and scoops you up, planting a nasty kiss onto your lips before dancing with you down the hall to the bedroom.The entire time he grunts over you, the image of the opened cage door keeps you going. Nothing he can do to you now will stop his reckoning from coming. You even smile a little as he finishes and exhausts himself. Pulling your dress back on, you follow him out of the room and he turns to you. "Time to get you to bed, Tess. Been a long night." You nod. As you pass through the living room, you see the front door slightly ajar and the screen door silently closes. Daddy doesn't notice so you say nothing. As he guides you downstairs, you know he'll find an empty cage. That satisfaction is enough to keep the dopey smile on your face a whole extra minute. When he suddenly whips around and clocks you in the face, your upturned lips don't shift.
Player: Salvation?
DM: "Fuck.." He punches you in the mouth. "...You." Then you can't speak as he hammers out your teeth with his fists over and over again. You can see as his fists are cut by your broken bones but he doesn't cease. Not once. Not even a minute in. And then three. After five minutes of Daddy pounding you all over your body, you realize that Liz didn't get help. She just ran. You brought this on yourself. As your vision and the pain fades, you can still see Daddy pounding on what is left of your face but all you can focus on is the blinding light growing before you. And then the door bursts in and cops pour into the house. They storm into the basement and you watch Daddy go down with barely a fight. The cops who aren't focused on dragging Daddy's ass out of the house are surrounding you, some throwing up in the corner. They had arrived... A Moment Too Late. (Ending 25)

Player: On the dragon

Player: NE

DM: MORALE -500! You start driving on I-5 for 20 hours a week. Life becomes a blur of rest stops, your only friend the soothing robotic female voice of the GPS. Your work tasks start to pile up, and you are fired. Your wife divorces you and takes the children to Paris, where she marries a billionaire underwear model.THE END.
Player: Let's try this again from the beginning.

DM: Kristen is the only cohort member whose interests seem like a fit, but she lives and works approximately 7 hours from where you do.What now?
Player: That's crazy, I'm going to try to research my own product.

DM: That afternoon you are all working in the prison workshop when you and your friends are handed a box of thread by a guard. Hidden inside the box is several pistols; unseen by the guards you and your companions pull them out and hand them out amongst yourselves until seven you are armed. At a nod to each other you move through the workshop and without morning you quickly take several guards hostage - altogether eleven prisoners are in the plan to escape including you.The ambush is going well and forming the guards into a circle around you and have them much you at gunpoint through the prison before using your hostages to force the guards to open the gates to the administration centre. There you capture a further eight clerks and order them all into the vault. Some of the clerks appear to be deliberately going slow and someone yells for someone to shoot them.
Player: Hurry them along without any gunfire
Player: Wait in the car with Russell
DM: You and Russell wait nervously in the car while your companions enter the prison. Moments later there is a shot followed by silence, you and Russell glance at each other nervously. A few minutes late your friends come jogging out of the prison, John is with them! They all pile into the car and you drive off."What happened back there?" Russell asks."Harry shot the sheriff," Charles says shortly.John is elated and his rescue and together you all determine to rob a large bank as soon as possible.

Player: Take key and head to treasure chest.

Player: Return to the threshold.

DM: You read and reread the obscenities scrawled out above you. You attempt to employ all the useful mind tricks you know to commit these terrible words to memory. First you work with rhymes but you've lost your sense of humor since so nothing seems to stick. You then employ song and dance to incorporate a full body mnemonic tactic. Your feet are not coordinating well though and there's not much room for jumping. Undeterred, you pop a squat, and furrow your brow. Within your humbled state you close your eyes and evoke mental images of a mind-palace, a seven-story feat of glowing gold, marble, and ivory designed by you for long term memory retrieval. You dust your feet off before entering the imagined palace and head straight to the zoo chamber of exotic galactical lifeforms where you keep all the miscellaneous memories you don't know what to do with but find important anyhow. Within the zoo you conjure up a stuffed Ewok to represent one of the less offensive words and place it next to a baby sandworm, which was meant to help you remember the name of the soup you liked on that jungle planet you lived on some time ago. You forget the planet's name but according to the sandworm, the soup's known as "Tsubsu". The most vulgar of the words is represented by a bit of Pichangk river slime, which you hope you never have to rely on for subsistence again. Finally, you place the words in the order that they appeared under the tiny table. Confident the naughty words are now forever etched in your mind, you relax. There, you've done it. You're not sure why exactly you felt the need to memorize the order of these words but you walk a little taller knowing you could complete a task you set out to accomplish.
Player: Consider your options under the tiny table.

DM: You may now choose your stats. Each stat has a maximum of 10, and affect skill checks. Points remining = 29Your stats = Strength = 0 Agility = 0 Charisma = 1 Kindness = 0 Perception = 0 Intelligence = 0 Physical traitsStrength - Measures your physical strength. This is good for characters who want to focus both on skills that involve manual labour, or those who wish to focus on melee combat. Agility - Measures your reflexes, and your ability to very quickly respond to events. Ideal for sneaky builds, or those that rely on speed for combat rather than brute strength. This is good for characters who want to be quick, and is also useful for general combat skills.Social TraitsCharisma - Measures your ability to convince ponies, as well as other races that use language. This is good for characters who wish to speak their way through problems, and can be used in Kindness - Measures your ability to connect with animals, as well as children. This is good for characters who want to spend time with natureIntelligence traitsPerception - Measures your ability to see things in the world that others might miss. Good for characters who want to solve problems by noticing small details.Intelligence - Measures your wisdom, knowledge and deductive abilities. This is good for characters who wish to discover, as well as those who specialize in problem solving. This is highly recommended for unicorn characters who wish to heavily spec into magic
Player: +1 Charisma
Player: +1 Agility
DM: You may now choose your stats. Each stat has a maximum of 10, and affect skill checks. Points remining = 29Your stats = Strength = 0 Agility = 1 Charisma = 0 Kindness = 0 Perception = 0 Intelligence = 0 Physical traitsStrength - Measures your physical strength. This is good for characters who want to focus both on skills that involve manual labour, or those who wish to focus on melee combat. Agility - Measures your reflexes, and your ability to very quickly respond to events. Ideal for sneaky builds, or those that rely on speed for combat rather than brute strength. This is good for characters who want to be quick, and is also useful for general combat skills.Social TraitsCharisma - Measures your ability to convince ponies, as well as other races that use language. This is good for characters who wish to speak their way through problems, and can be used in Kindness - Measures your ability to connect with animals, as well as children. This is good for characters who want to spend time with natureIntelligence traitsPerception - Measures your ability to see things in the world that others might miss. Good for characters who want to solve problems by noticing small details.Intelligence - Measures your wisdom, knowledge and deductive abilities. This is good for characters who wish to discover, as well as those who specialize in problem solving. This is highly recommended for unicorn characters who wish to heavily spec into magic

Player: NW
Player: NW
Player: NE

DM: "The dreams are trying to tell me something," you mind screams, "like, maybe it's a trap!"You bolt out from your tiny table shelter and sprint out of the domicile to try your luck with the Pilchangk once more. Who knows? Maybe the waters got a few degrees warmer since you parted ways. You nearly stumble over yourself as you try to get out of your own way -you just aren't moving fast enough.Halfway between the domicile and the dense understory above the cliff edge, you notice a figure standing before you. You are so surprised by the stranger's presence that your legs forget themselves. You fall forward and extend your arms in an effort to protect your head. The impact of the earth takes the air out of you and you skid mercilessly on your face. You scramble to your feet and wipe the dirt from your eyes. The lanky creature towers above your tiny frame. Its features hide in shadow and long hair. The creature approaches and takes a knee as it presents its squirming rucksack to you. It slowly loosens the drawstrings and a horrible stench assaults you. As you prepare to introduce yourself and assure it that you mean no harm, the creature sweeps you up and throws you roughly in his smelly bag. The bag's insides are dank and the darkness is almost absolute. You make out various animals about your size who are as horrified as you. In an unspoken agreement, you join the chorus of muffled yelps and howls, offkey and off-putting as the kidnapping creature leaps and bounds along the riverbed, ending your adventure abruptly. The End

Player: Here we go again...
DM: You came across some horses tonight. Incredible! This is even better than feeding on cattle: You prefer horses' blood.
Player: Bite a horse! Bite a horse!
DM: At first, the horse shakes its head, runs around, and tries to get rid of you. But finally, you manage to land on its mane and hang onto it while you feed.
Player: Go back to the old hollow tree.
DM: You are back in your roost, safe and sound, but now another bat is begging you for blood.She is not a relative, but she is a frequent roost-mate. You recognize her smell and remember that she generally reciprocates help by sharing part of her food with other bats.Besides, she has only sixteen hours left until starvation. If you help this bat, it will benefit her a lot (more than what this donation will cost you)!

Player: Okay, I will donate some blood.
DM: This bat will survive, thanks to you! She will remember your help.

Player: Sleep and fast forward to third night
DM: The hunt is much harder tonight. The horse you are trying to feed on is very aggressive and you cannot manage to feed tonight, no matter how hard you try.
Player: Go home.
DM: You still have more than twenty-four hours until starvation, so other bats do not donate blood to you: Some bats need this help more than you.You are hungry, but that's okay. You can survive one more day.
Player: Fast forward to one day later.
DM: Tonight, again, you did not have the chance to feed. The hunt was unsuccessful.You are so hungry. You crave blood.However, one of the bats seems to be well-fed: It's the one you helped two nights earlier.What will you do?

Player: No

Player: The Damsel of Swords
DM: Sebastian enters the town, it is completely sleepy and even the inn looked like it was shut down. She had permission to enter the inn so she stabled her mount and then strode up to the door. Taking a breath, she knocked loudly. No one answered. She knocked again and waited.She heard a faint noise in the background.She knocked again. "Hold yer' friggin' horses I'm coming!" She heard a grumpy voice announce from beyond the door.The door popped open suddenly and a man in bedclothes complete with a night cap answered angrily, "We're closed!"Sebastian holds up her seal and says, "The guardsmen say differently, I passed through the gate and was told to sleep here.""Friggin' guardsmen, can't do even one job correctly..." he mutters."I have coin and am willing to pay for this inconvenience." Sebastian offers.The man's eyes brighten, "Er... really? How much?""A Silver for your troubles and normal cost for room, board and breakfast."The door opens, "Well then, be our guest! Jus' don't be 'xpectin' no dinner, kitchen's closed. Your room is upstairs, first room to the right."

Player: Remove the basket now that you have their attention

DM: The left side of his face is covered by a slug-like creature the size of both your fists. It's latched onto, and partially embedded in the man's skull, perhaps feeding on his brain, or controlling him like a puppet. The purple discoloration, blisters, and open wounds on his skin looked similar to Mike's arm, but much, much worse. Half the skin on his jaw was gone, rotting away as the man still lives and breathes. The 8 inch long, pale skinned, purple veined, pulsing organism suddenly dug deeper into his head."Arrgh," He collapses, grasping toward his head, but falling short with each clutch. The slug stops wriggling long enough for him to get to his feet.."I'll kill you.. You government fuck... Puttin' goddamn worms in my ears!" He takes two large steps toward you.You only have a moment to think. To your right, there's a metal rack with candy and snacks on it..
Player: It's a weapon. Pick up the rack.
DM: The metal rack is held out in front of you, as the parasite's victim stomps forward. He closes in, and you jab outward, aiming the tip of the rack at his head. The rack collides with his face, including the slug-creature attached to him.He falls backward, and the parasite contracts, almost cringing at the pain (assuming it can feel pain) that you've caused it. It's host lands on his back, and you thrust the metal snack-rack down onto his face, hoping to kill the parasite and host in one blow.It works.The creature's rhythmic pulsing slows, eventually stopping. You can see where the rack penetrated it's pale, purple tinted flesh; which has begun to leak with a white and yellow pus. It separates from the man's body, allowing you to see it's 'face', which looks like a suction cup with teeth, and a thin, pointed tongue hanging out. Almost like a lamprey eel, but somehow more..disgusting?The eel's host stopped moving as well, apparently dead. His nose was collapsed by the two strikes, and you can see marks on his face from the metal grates on the rack, thin parallel red lines, breaking the skin in some spots. You can also see were the creature attached itself, a circular opening about 4 inches in diameter, and reaching deep into the host's head. Within the deepest portion of the cavernous hole that was drilled into his skull, you can see his brain. There is a small hole cut into the brain, just large enough to fit the slug's tongue-like appendage, maybe 1/16th of an inch wide.You're thankful to be alive, but still need to get gas. This encounter has only given you more reasons to leave Spearville.
Player: Go behind the counter and activate pump #3
DM: After filling your tank, you get ready to leave this town. You need to get back to Fairmont.You get in, and buckle your seat belt.
Player: Drive.

Player: Nope nope NOPE NOPE NO. Absolutely not. I'm going back to bed.

Player: Make a beeline to the woods. All creepy sounds come from there.
DM: I wandered to the edge of my driveway and peered across the field. The fog was still thick and stagnant and the night was still quiet save for the crickets. Emboldened by the apparent normalcy of the scene, I turned my attention to the woods at the end of the road. If anything weird was afoot, it would probably be in there. In a moment of brave foolishness I strolled past the neighbor's house and into the woods. I shined my flashlight around among the trees as I walked along the road but they almost seemed to devour the beam of light with malice. I hadn't yet reached the abandoned house but suddenly lost my nerve.I had just turned to leave when I heard a deep growl to my right. I froze instinctively. Before I could convince myself to turn and face the creature, it came barreling from between the trees and knocked me on my side. I felt sharp teeth sink into my shoulder but couldn't pull myself out from under it. Its next bite found my neck. I can only assume it tore me limb from limb after that but mercifully I expired soon after my trachea was punctured. What luck.[Bad End]
Player: Maybe he went to check on his cows?
DM: I made my way back across the little dirt road to the gate of the pasture. After fiddling with the mechanism for a moment I got it open with a creak. I strode across the foggy pasture toward the barn, dew collecting on my shoes. The floodlight illuminated the area well as I pulled one of the doors open a crack and stepped inside. There were probably about 50 or so cows in the barn and every one of them turned to look at me simultaneously, the light of my flashlight and the floodlight that leaked through the door shining back green from their eyes. They fearfully packed themselves into the corners as far away from me as possible. The cows were extremely agitated, stomping their feet around and grumbling with concern. I decided to close the barn back up before any of them decided they would prefer to be outside.
Player: Maybe my neighbor is still in his house after all?

Player: Leave and look for someone else
DM: "You're useless." you leave a useless remark.You stuff your gun back into your bag and leave the house into the summer heat. The other candidates are still there.
Player: A man dressed in tattoos

DM: "Wait!" he heard a voice behind him, smilng to himself he turned around. "I do....want to escape my life...." she looked sad, unsure, nervous. But she still chose him. He smiled, pleased. "I'm aliclair. Follow me."
Player: Take her home
DM: Aliclair led her to his home, and to her pleasure it was a mansion. They took his private limousine to his home, the neon lights of the city illuminating the road before them. "Home please, derek." aliclair ordered the butler driving the limousine. As they drove he watched kyoko stare outside the window, she watched everything that passed them. She was really cute. "This way." aliclair told her when they'd arrived at his house. She looked around in awe around the mansion. He could tell she was obviously impressed. She inspected everything, stopping every few seconds to look at something. He led her to his room. The moment she saw his bed she froze. He smirked, her reaction amused him. "It's all right." he assured her, remaining calm. He wanted her to feel safe. "One night. Then you can leave, unless you would rather..." he ran his hand down her arm, coaxing her closer to him. Looking nito her eyes challengingly he continued, "Return to your old life of thievery." I don't want that." she responded almost instantly. Aliclair patted the bed. "Well then..." he smiled warmly. Kyoko sighed, laying down on the bed. He moved on top of her, looking into her nervous eyes. "You're cute." he smiled wickedly, tilting his head slightly. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately, undoing her other pony tail and tangling her hair in his fingers. "Stay with me."
Player: Promise
DM: Morning came, broken sunlight dimmed by the black clouds in the sky peeked through the curtains of the window. Kyoko rolled over onto her back, her ebony black hair beautifully spread out beneath her. Kyoko opened her eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling. She lay there on the bed emotionlessly, still dazed from her sleep. She wore nothing but a light weight transparent tang top which had been pushed up above her stomach and her under-wear. Aliclair sat on a small sofa at the edge of the room. "Morning." he smiled at her. She turned her head slowly over to the sound of his voice. "Aliclair?" she said his name, liking the sound of it on her tongue. "yes?" Kyoko sat up, swinging her legs off the side of the bed and walking over to aliclair, draping her arms around his neck. "I promise to stay with you. Forever. I give my body and soul to you. Because I can't ever repay you for saving me from the hell I was living, all I can offer you is myself." she tilted her head slightly, their lips inches apart. "Promise? You promise to be mine, everything about you, you're mine?" He asked her, brushing his face softly against hers, shortening the distance between their lips. "Promise." ~~~~~ Congratulations! You've just created a...strange.....couple, but a happy one! You've won the game!

DM: After that she just wasn't really in the mood to steal anymore. She sat at the end of the counter, resting on her folded arms and thinking about what that man had said. "It would be nice...to never have to steal again...." she whispered to herself. sliding her finger around in circles on the counter, but that was a fantasy. It could never happen. She was a young girl of only the age of 15 and already she had lived a painful, hard life. Kyoko placed her hand on her neck, rubbing it. Her uncle had caught her near his mansion, and he'd strangled her. Luckily she got away, because he would have killed her if she hadn't. He had left a painful bruise. Why was she there? She hated that place. She hated her uncle. Yet sometimes she found herself staring at the mansion blankly, hiding a distance away. Kyoko buried her head in her arms, "Ahh I'm so dumb." she sighed closing her eyes. "Decide?" a familiar voice asked nonchalantly. Kyoko looked up, startled. She looked away her expression pained. "I...I don't know..." She rubbed at her neck some more. "Where did you get this?" the man lifted her hair off her neck, observing her bruises, concerned. "D-don't!" she shouted angrily, hitting his hand away and covering the bruise with her hand and looking away. The man could tell she'd been through a lot. "Tell you what, come with me for one night and then decide." The man undid one of her pigtails, twirling her hair around in his fingers. Kyoko was silent, thinking about what she should do. To her own surprise, Kyoko nodded, not saying anything. The man smiled, taking her hand, "I'm aliclair."
Player: Stay with him
DM: It was silent. The quiet was calm, peaceful, yet suffocating. Silent tears ran down kyoko's face, "I don't want to go back to my old life." "Then don't" He said soothingly, smelling her hair. Kyoko rolled over to her other side, burying her head into his chest. "I want someone to save me!" her voice muffled. He drew his arms up around her, stroking her head caressingly. "Allright. I'll save you. I promise you'll never be sad again. You'll never go back to your old life. You can start a new with me." He rocked her gently, holding her small frame with care. Kyoko cried, feeling relief rush over her. How she'd always longed to hear those words, how she'd prayed hoping she'd hear them, and he had said them to her. He meant it, and she knew it. "Aliclair?" Yes?" "Thank you." A small smile rested on his lips as she thanked him. "Sh, don't cry." he rubbed her back soothingly as she sniffled, crying into his chest. "You're ugly when you cry." Kyoko had cried herself to sleep eventually.

Player: Leave him
DM: "No. I don't want to do this anymore." she slid herself out from under him and climbed off the bed. She turned to face him, one of her hands outstretched towards him. "Pay me." she told him in a blunt tone. "I let you use my body tonight, I expect payment." she stared into his eyes boldly. He sighed, getting up off the bed and grabbing a wad of cash from his desk drawer and placing it in her hands, then running his hand up her arm. "Heh. You're really such a fox. Playing with people like that." he said with a gentle laugh. Kyoko pulled away. "It's my job, it's how I make money." she replied, bitterness in her voice. "It's how I've figured out how to survive. I wasn't born with wealth, unlike you." If only I really could escape this life, this living hell. She thought, biting her lip in frustration. Kyoko walked around the bed, grabbing a gold watch off his desk. She didn't care if he watched her steal it or not. If she was here, she might as well make some extra profit from it. For goodness sakes he was dang rich. It would sell for some pretty high profit on the black market. "Please dont....don't try finding me. I don't want to see you again." She gave him one last look, clutching the watch in her hands, then left him. I really hate my life. ~~~~ Kyoko left him, she'll be miserable forever now. Youleft her the way she is.....sad....continuing on with her, thieving, manipulative, miserable, ugly life.......

Player: Unlock a window
DM: That would have been perfectly peachy, Zita, had it been a window on the first floor.Perhaps you liked to torment me. I couldn't blame you. I liked to be tormented. But just not necessarily by losing the love of my life, however.I sighed, hiked up my dress and began to climb the lattice on the front porch.Oberon looked at me sideways.Might I inquire what you are doing, Miss Vedaldi? he asked."Can't you see the window blew open up there? This is obviously a sign from Zita," I said.Very well. I know better than to cross the paths of two lovers.I don't think he was trying to make a joke but I chuckled and almost lost my footing.Oberon stood and watched me."If I fall, just let me die, alright!" I called.He said, I would prefer not to sever your soul today, Miss Vedaldi.I smiled. My breath was becoming heavy. I had fallen out of shape because you had kept me in shape when you were alive, Zita.I climbed the roof and clasped the window's ledge in my hands, pulled myself up and over the windowsill and stumbled face first into the attic.I heaved and looked out the window to call to Oberon, but he had vanished.I turned back and he stood before me. I supposed he was keen on scaring me to death instead."Oberon!" I said.Yes?"Why didn't you just do that magical transportation thing and unlock the front door for me?"It was amusing watching you, Miss Vedaldi, Oberon admitted."Bloody Hells."He offered a hand to me, helped me to my feet. His fingers were cold.I looked around.

Player: Chip away.
DM: You take the blade and jab it as hard as you can into the ice wall. The magical ice is unnaturally hard, and the point of your blade does not penetrate the wall. Only a few flecks of ice come off at all. You attempt again to thrust your blade into the wall, and again the only thing that you get for your efforts is a sore hand. You stab the ice one more time. Still no effect.

DM: Seriously? Dude, you're injured. You aren't climbing anything.
Player: Go check the camp.
Player: "Sure, maybe some music to pass the time."
Player: "Hell, just look at it! You're screwed, Mike!"

Player: You have to run. He killed a woman. He'll kill you.
DM: You turn and run. You can hear him behind you, "Hey! Come back, I got him, we're safe! I killed, and killed him."You reach your car, and fumble around with the keys, searching for the right one.In the midst of the key's jingle, you can hear heavy footsteps.The door opens, and you rush to get out of here. Mike is a good work-friend. He's always been a cool guy, but murder? And sickness? Or insanity?

Player: Start driving. This is too much to handle.

Player: He knows you. Maybe you can talk him down, convince him to see a doctor.
DM: "This is crazy.." You take a step back and try to decide what to say, "Mike.. We didn't come here to kill anyone.. And, uh.. Are you sure that's the person that.. Well.. Bit you?"He stood there, smiling. Then, Mike looks down at the body, and his expression changes.He looks surprised, even confused, "No, no, no... No! What the fuck? That isn't him!""Mike. We need to go to the police." You look at him. Mud and grass stains on his jeans. Blood stains on his shirt and face. And the bite is getting worse.Suddenly, he neck moves. No, not moves. Ripples. Or maybe it wriggled. Or squirmed. Like his jugular is inching up the inside of his neck. Like a worm in his blood stream.Your mind jumps to the slug he flicked off the wound when he was first bit."Fuuuck!" He grabs his neck, and drops to his knees. You can see similar movement under the skin on his forearm, around where the bite it located. "You did this," He shouts, "You brought me here, and made me kill her! And now you want to lock me up, up? Police will. Police will make me jail! Fuck you!"He races toward you, looking intent on tearing you apart. Like his last victim.Mike's lost it.

Player: Stop at the nearest gas station.
DM: You pull into a gas station, up alongside a gasoline pump. It's pump three, there are four pumps total. A large green sign reads 'Gas. Food. Beer.', a quick, easy summary. The parking area has five cars, not including yours, but there doesn't seem to be anyone inside, or outside the building.Maybe you should just leave. It's a little creepy, and looks abandoned anyway.. On the other hand, you've already made the mental commitment to get gas.
Player: Just get out, screw Spearville.
Player: Try opening one of the doors.

Player: You can't take him. Run, quickly.
DM: You turn and run. You can hear him stomping behind you.You reach your car, and fumble around with the keys, searching for the right one.In the midst of the key's jingle, you can hear heavy footsteps.The door opens, and you rush to get out of here. You sit in the car as he sprints around the front of the Subaru. He's two footsteps away from you. You reach out, grab the door's handle, and shut it just as he reaches you.He punches the window as you start the car. You don't waste any time, your foot is on the gas, and you're on the run.Mike is a good work-friend. He's always been a cool guy, but murder is too much. And sickness? Or insanity?
Player: Just keep driving. Screw Mike.
Player: Quit being paranoid and walk in. What do you expect from a gas station? A comforting atmosphere?
DM: The door opens when you pull it.. That's a start..You step inside, and look side to side. There isn't a single employee, yet the door is unlocked?
Player: Check the Employee bathroom?
DM: You step carefully toward the bathroom, remembering every movie you've seen with desolate convenience stores and gas stations. Occasionally stopping to listen, you press forward.*Clack clack*It came from the bathroom. Maybe someone's shoe meeting tile?The bathroom door swings open, and a man stumbles into an aisle from inside the restroom. He's on his hands and knees, struggling to stand all the way up. His black hoodie is faded and has drops and splashes of paint, bleach and mud on it. The hood conceals most of his face; however you can see that he's in his mid 40's, maybe early 50's, indicated by his weathered face and the grey streaks in his otherwise brown hair and goatee.When he finally stands, he lifts the hood away from his head.What was revealed made you sick.

Player: Maybe the mechanic will have some gas.

Player: What the hell is that?
Player: Knock the rack into the man's path.
DM: You take a step back, and fling the rack down between the two of you. Your attacker stumbles over the obstacle, but his momentum carries him forward. He flies straight into you, knocking you to the ground.He grabs your throat and opens his mouth.All you can think about is Mike's arm. The bite.You can almost reach the metal rack.. Maybe you can still use it.
Player: Push his face away!
DM: You reach upward and grab each side of his face, careful to avoid the bloody, parasitic being anchored to his head. He gnashes his teeth, pulling himself toward you. Fortunately, he isn't especially large or strong. You can push him far enough away from you to curl your knees up to your chest. He lunges toward you again but, quickly extending your legs, you kick him away.Before he can recover, you're back to your feet. The metal rack is still there, available as a weapon.

Player: Go look in the garage.
DM: You get down, low to the ground, and scoot under the garage door. The dirty, wet concrete floor leaves a black marks on your shirt and pants."Hello?" You call out across the garage. No one answers, but you hear a loud metallic *Clang*, like a can hitting the floor.Walking to the back of the shop, toward the noise, you can see a tipped-over oil can on the ground near a messy shelving unit. Something made it fall.
Player: What if it was Mike? Or someone like him? You should leave.

Player: "Hey, anyone working? I need gas."
DM: A door creaks open, someone must have heard you."Urm.. Did you yellll?" A man in a black hoodie stumbles into an aisle from the back of the building. His hood is up, covering most of his face, but you can see that he's about 45 years old. His brown hair, including a medium-length goatee, has grey streaks throughout it."Yes," You answer, "Do you work here? I need gas?""You want gas?"Nodding, you walk over to the check-out counter. Your wallet should be in your back pocket..The man turns his head quickly, pulling the hood backward, off this head. If you thought Mike's arm was bad, you've just been proven wrong.You're horrified.
Player: What is that?
Player: Go behind the counter and activate pump #2
DM: You walk out to your car, and realize you're parked at pump three, not two.You get inside the Subaru, turn the key, and drive around to the correct pump.After filling your tank, you get ready to leave this town. You need to get back to Fairmont.You get in, and buckle your seat belt.

Player: Search the boxes.
DM: You find some bottled water, and duct tape. Now you should go to the garage.

Player: Reach for the rack!
DM: Straining to reach the rack, you stretch as far as you possibly can.Before you can grasp the potential weapon, the parasite's host places his mouth over your cheek, and quickly snaps his jaw shut. His teeth dig into your skin as he pulls away from you, tearing the flesh away from bone.He lifts his head, taking a large portion of your face's right side with him. Your teeth and tongue are exposed, and blood from the wound pours down your throat. Despite the shock, your pain is unbelievable. You try to scream, but all you can do is choke on the thick, red fluid that quickly fills the back of your throat.You finally grip the rack, just as the host strikes for a second time, clamping his mouth around your throat.Everything fades. You die.

Player: Check the Camry
Player: Siphon gasoline for the Subaru
DM: You decide to try siphoning gas, but first you need to find a tube. The mechanic's shop should have one, so you start walking toward it. Now you're back in Spearville. Exactly the place that you wanted to get away from. But, if everything goes well, you shouldn't be here long.You can see the shop. It has a garage with two doors, and a small office space to the left of it. One of the garage doors is slightly opened. Just enough that you could slide under.
Player: Go under the garage door.

Player: You need gas for the car. You can't leave.
Player: "I was looking for you. I'm having car trouble."

Player: Grab the rack!

Player: He's going to kill you. Try to charge into him, and get the gun away.
DM: You take a step forward, and are quickly knocked backward, onto the ground. The blast deafened you, leaving your ears ringing. Your chest is unrecognizable. A bloody mush, with bits of fabric from your shirt stuck inside the deep, gushing wound. You can't begin to describe the pain. The shot hit you in the center of your chest, missing your heart. Though you would have preferred it hit your heart. Now, in place of a quick death, you'll bleed to death on the cold garage floor.You can feel blood coming up your throat, and see your heart beating within your scrambled mess of a torso. The rhythm is slowing, your heart's pulse fading. You can both feel and see yourself dying. You watch your heart come to a stop, and close your eyes.

Player: Look through the room, try to find a gas can.

Player: Pick up the gun, quickly!
DM: You grab the shotgun, and quickly step away from him. The mechanic is lying on the ground, convulsing. The creature is now completely out of sight, burrowed inside of the man. Seconds later, he stops moving. Blood leaks from the slug's entry hole, flowing into a small puddle. The man is dead. But the creature is still inside.The slug crawls out of it's dead victim's corpse. You panic, and pump the firearm, forgetting that the mechanic already did. The shell that pops out isn't spent, and there wasn't a second shell in the tube.The shell clatters across the floor, toward the creature. You can't let the worm latch itself to you.
Player: Kick the thing across the room, then grab the shotgun shell.
DM: You kick the creature across the auto shop. It crashes into a pile of metal piping. You grab the shell, load it into the firearm, and prepare to fire. The creature is stunned, giving you the perfect opportunity to fire.
Player: Shoot it.
DM: You pump the shotgun, level your aim on the creature, and prepare to fire.Squeezing the trigger, you brace yourself. The slug-worm explodes as the projectile hits it's mark. Because of the small size of the monster, and it's soft, wet exterior, you aren't surprised. Blood pours onto the floor, and has ben splattered up the wall near your target.You still need gas, though. Either that or tubing. Whatever you decide to get, you need something.
Player: Search
DM: Still shaken up by your encounter with the worm-monster, you search for gasoline or plastic tubes. You eventually find a small container of gas.Now you can leave. You start walking to the Subaru.
Player: Subaru
DM: You have a quarter of a tank in Mike's Subaru. It should be enough to get to Fairmont from here, though.You get inside, and buckle your seat belt.

Player: "Would you let me cut your hair..?" (Stab Him)
DM: "Of course you can," He kneels down in front of you and looks up, "Just be careful not to make it look all bad, Hon."You nod and give an uneasy smile. For a moment you debate thrusting the sharp scissors into his throat before finally deciding that it is your best bet on getting out of here. Cutting his hair as carefully as you can, you wait until you're right by his ear and leaning over him before turning the scissors in your hand. You thrust the blades down towards Daddy's neck but his arm shoots up and wraps around your wrist with a vine-like grip that cuts off circulation immediately."W h a t d o y o u t h i n k y o u ' r e d o i n g?" His voice flattens and you can only see those dark pools in his eyes grow."I... I was... just cutting your hair?" You squeak out as you squirm and try to escape his grasp, but the more you struggle, the tighter his hand closes around your wrist."No. You weren't." With his free hand, he wrenches the scissors out of your hand and grits his teeth. "You f u c k i n g ingrate." Your tears are falling down your face already, but the fist that is driven into your stomach makes you gasp out loud and blubber uncontrollably. You look up to plead but instead only see Daddy's hand and the scissors coming at your face. The piercing pain knocks you out instantly.Then you wake up, wrapped in your blanket bed. You try to open your eyes but you still see nothing but darkness. Panic starts to set in and you scramble out fo the blanket and feel your way to the bars. Sticking your hand out from between the bars you feel light from the open door at the top of the staircase. It's only then you realize that you're...Blinded. (Ending Five)

Player: Find some gas, and get out. You don't wanna know what made the marks.
DM: You frantically search the garage, quickly finding a small container or gasoline. Now you won't need to worry about siphoning anything.You return to the Subaru, leaving the garage as soon as possible.

Player: Smash it with the butt of the shotgun.
DM: You jog over to the creature, and raise your weapon. It starts to squirm, but can't quite move. You slam the stock of the firearm down onto it's front end, smashing what look's like it's head or face. It immediately begins leaking and squirting blood. Fluids pour from the creature, soaking the pipes and floor in blood and guts.Now you need to find gas or tubing.

Player: It has rows of teeth, and is slithering around on a bloody floor. Obviously it's dangerous. Kill it.
Player: Use the pipe to beat it to death.
DM: You pick up the pipe, and slowly creep toward the monster. It turns, and you quickly bring the pipe down onto it's body. It partially caves in, but begins squirming. Again, you slam the pipe into it's body, flattening the rear end of the worm-creature. You pause, and it tries to slither away, even with a half-broken body.The sight of the crippled, bleeding, discolored creature makes your stomach turn.A third, final strike kills the slug. It's outside is collapsed, mushed together with it's interior, leaking blood and guts onto the cold, concrete floor.Now you need to find a way to fuel your vehicle.

Player: Let yourself go.
DM: You let go.. and drift through the empty space. You know that you're going to die. And eventually, even the blackness of the vacuum fades into nothing. Your senses are absent, and moments later your mind fades into nothing.

Player: Grab the shell before the creature gets too close.
DM: You take a few steps, bend over, and reach out with your left hand to scoop up the shell.Abruptly, the creature dashes toward you. Before you can pull away, it's moving up your left forearm. You swing your arm wildly, trying to knock it off. It curls up on your shoulder, and you feel a sharp pain.And then a sharper pain.It's working it's way inside you.You grab it, and try to pull it away from your body, but it's already embedded in your skin, eating away at your body. Once it's created a little cavern within your shoulder/torso, it begins wriggling. You can feel a liquid filling the area that it dug out. Now the wriggling has spread. Like a million tiny worms are crawling throughout your body..Did the monster just give birth? Or lay eggs?You can feel it in your mouth. You start to reach toward your face with your left hand, but it's limp. The creature destroyed so much muscle in the joint that you can barely move it. So, you raise your right hand to your mouth, and pull out a much smaller version of the parasite currently latched to your body.This is what got Mike. The bite. One of the small worms must have been slipped into the wound when he was bitten.You can't just cut off the worm, or pull it out. It's offspring are coursing through your body. You can't get out of this.
Player: You can't let yourself become like Mike or the mechanic. And you still have the shotgun.
DM: You reach down, for the second time, and pick up the shell. As you load it into the shotgun, you can't help but doubt that this is the right way.Do I want to do this?
Player: This is too much to take. You have to end it.
DM: The shell loaded, you check the safety, and try to figure out where to put the barrel.They always put it in their mouth on tv.It's cold. You're more afraid than you ever have been, and you're considering all your other options.You feel another squirm, and it's the most disgusting feeling you've ever had. You know that you can't deal with that feeling for the rest of your life.You pull the trigger.

Player: Maybe you can find a way. Don't give up hope.
DM: You continue looking for gasoline, trying to ignore the burning pain in your body and the occasional squirming sensation. After a couple minutes, you feel exhausted, and your vision fades in and out. The feeling of miniature slug-creature's motion progressively moves up to your head. Every inching motion increases the uncomfortable, sometimes painful, feeling inside your head. Eventually, they reach the center.And the pain stops. The parasites are in your brain, in your body, and now they've taken your mind.You are a host.A vessel, for the violent monsters to control.

Player: Sweep the chair in front of you, trying to knock it to the side.
DM: You swing the chair low to the ground, and smack it across the room. Almost like golfing. It makes a splattering noise against a large tool box, and appears stunned. You quickly run over to it, and slam the chair into it again. One of the chair legs penetrates the creature, digging into it's side. One last time, you smash the worm, killing it.You drop the chair, and look at the slimy, mashed creature. You can see which parts you hit with the chair. It's body is collapsed, with blood and guts spilling out onto the floor.You need to find gas or tubing.
Player: Leave this room, and continue looking.

Player: Spur your horse forward and shoot the wounded lawman in the head

Player: NW
Player: SW
Player: NE

Player: Nothing goes wrong

Player: Accept Your Fate
DM: Maybe if I stay silent, he'll let me go. And If I run here, I will most likely die. If i go to correction....maybe I'll have a chance to survive. Maybe I'll even escape..."Thank you for making this easy Herr Black. Perhaps if you amend your ways, you'll be let out within your lifetime"Shit. I guess I have no choice now."Yes sir. Thank you sir.""Yes. I would like one armed escort for a Jewish sympathizer. Thank you."

Player: Defeat him but spare Him
DM: Sebastian moves towards th center of the inn, where she has plenty of room to move. The ruffian, not getting good sense of her tactics follows her and they square off. She was tiring of the ruse so she pressed the attack, a quick feint to the head. He followed. She then juked to the right and sliced his swordarm.The blade fell.She growls, "You should have just walked away."Then her second blade hits his jugular. but at the last second she pulls it and spins so that she is behind him. "Drop your blade and kick it away."He thinks for just a second and drops it. It clangs to the wood. He kicks it away."Normally I'd just kill you but you're just not worth the trouble. Get on your knees."He does so.Sebastian immediately puts him into a sleeper hold and despite his struggles, he falls quickly unconscious. She drags him from the bar and dumps him to the side. Then, taking both of the ruffian's weapons, she walks out of the bar and tosses them into a well.She then walks to the stables and Arbalest.

DM: Raising your pistol you shoot the policeman in the hand, while he is stunned you step forward, wrench the machine gun from his grasp and order him to join his companions. Moments later a third policeman wanders in through the doors."Well come right in and join us," John calls to him and points his gun at him.Holding several hostages around you all leave the bank in a close group and move down towards the car. There are some lawmen on the street and Charles opens fire on them with his machine gun twice, prompting them to dive for cover. Reaching the car you all pile inside with two hostages on the running boards.You drive out of town, release the hostages and count the money to find you have stolen $25,000, making your share $4,100. The Gang decides after this robbery it is time for you all to lie low and decide to head to Daytona Beach, Florida for the Christmas Vacation, except Red who wants to go to Chicago to look over some banks first. You need to choose who to accompany.
Player: Rob a bank with John and Red

Player: Break Your Promise
DM: Since doing anything else would probably lead to your death at 2:32, you sigh and reveal everything you have been told to keep secret, showing the police the alert on your phone as proof. Sounding like they don't trust you, they ask to see other alerts you have received in the past, so you show them a few, feeling more and more guilty with every one. Finally, they ask you to stop."Well, this seems like too complicated of a story to make up," a policeman says. "So we're going to let you off for now. But if it gets to 2:32 and we don't have any evidence of this bomb, you're going to lose your license. Consider yourself lucky."The policeman is trying to sound like he doesn't believe you, but as you start up your car again and drive at double the speed limit, you notice that the police car is right behind you. Also, you realize that now you're wishing the bomb is real so you don't lose your license. Reminding yourself that millions of lives will be lost if the bomb is real, you try to get rid of that thought as you drive through the maze of cars. The people driving those cars probably think you're involved in a police chase due to the police car directly behind you.
Player: Keep Driving
DM: Continuing to drive way faster than what is safe, you realize that there is good news. As long as there's no traffic jams and the blast radius is actually 35 kilometres, you'll be able to make it out in time.You reach the city limits, meaning that you're nearly there. You look back at a sign on the other side of the road that tells you how far you are from the city centre which all but confirms that. You keep looking at those signs, intended for cars going the other way. Those cars going the other way have no idea they're basically committing suicide. Right now, you're 20 miles from the city centre. That's 32 kilometres. I'm going to make it, you tell yourself. I'm going to make it! The next sign says 23 miles and you feel extremely relieved and slow down. The drivers who previously thought you were in a police chase would have no clue what is going on.Eventually, it reaches 2:31 and you're not sure if you hope the bomb is real or not. Not long left now. 3, 2, 1...

Player: BOOM!

Player: Look Around
DM: "Let's just see if we can find anything here, since there isn't anyone here," you whisper. You keep whispering, just in case you're being heard. But there could be a security camera watching you anyway, which means its pointless to try and hide."Good idea, A14," A05 whispers back. If she's going to keep whispering, you are too. "Let's split up to save time. I'll read this alert message, and you can look around the rest of the level."You nod, and start to walk around the empty office. It feels weird, since at this time there should be people sitting at all of these empty desks. Except today there isn't. You haven't found anything interesting when, suddenly, a group of blue guys appears at the stairs, blocking your way out. You're trapped here. You were right about the security camera.The blue guys say nothing, but A05 shows her first signs of panic. Quickly, she tells you that the alert was about how the two of you had been seen entering the building, and a reminder that the code to cancel the bomb is... she doesn't get to finish, as one of the men in blue puts a hand over her mouth. You pull A05, who is struggling to free herself, out of the man's hands. You don't want to lose your companion.Suddenly, you see an opening in the group of men. It would be risky to try and get out that way, but it seems to be your only option besides jumping out the window.
Player: Go Through the Opening
DM: "Let's go!" you yell, grabbing A05's hand and sprinting through the gap in between the blue guys. At first they must be shocked, as they don't start following you straight away. But you know they're going to. Letting go of A05's hand, you sprint down the three sets of stairs to the ground floor like your life depends on it. Which it does.A05 is a faster runner than you, so she reaches the bomb first. She starts to enter the code. She's three digits into it when the men in blue reach her and start carrying her away."3, 2, 9!" she yells back at you as she is carried across the park. It must be the last three digits of the code. Some of the blue guys look around at where her voice is aimed to see you, standing in place like a target. They start running towards you...
Player: Enter the Three Digits

Player: Keep Going Up
DM: "If there's no one here, there won't be anything useful here," you whisper, "let's keep going up." You keep whispering, just in case you're being heard. But there could be a security camera watching you anyway, which means its pointless to try and hide."Good idea, A14," A05 whispers back. If she's going to keep whispering, you are too.Knowing you don't have much time left before it's too late, the two of you run up the stairs to each level. Level 4 is also an empty office with the alert displaying on every computer, just like Level 3. And so is Level 5, 6, 7, and every level up to Level 18, where there are no more stairs up."It looks like we've made it to the top," you whisper, out of breath."But there's nothing here!" A05 whispers back. "This just looks like every level has since Level 3!"Just at that moment, a group of blue guys appears at the stairs, blocking your way out. You're trapped here. You were right about the security camera.The blue guys say nothing, but A05 shows her first signs of panic. Instinctively, she runs away and ends up looking at the alert being displayed on one of the computers. She gasps and tells you that it was about how the two of you had been seen entering the building, and a reminder that the code to cancel the bomb is... she doesn't get to finish, as one of the men in blue puts a hand over her mouth. You pull A05, who is struggling to free herself, out of the man's hands. You don't want to lose your companion.Suddenly, you see an opening in the group of men. It would be risky to try and get out that way, but it seems to be your only option besides jumping out the window.
Player: Jump Out the Window

DM: "Nah, let's stay here," you whisper back. "See if we can find anything."Right on cue, one of the men turns around to look directly at you. "Hey!" he says. "They're not one of us!"All the other men immediately turn around. You're trapped. One of them grabs you by the arm, and another grabs A05. You try to escape, but they're much stronger than you are. Weirdly, you don't seem to be getting taken to your death; instead, you're just taken into the middle of the ground floor. Some of the men form a circle around you and A05, and you know you're trapped here. There's no way you're getting out before 2:32. Absolutely no way.After a while of being trapped, you look at your watch. There's only 10 seconds left. You're all about to die. Your mission has failed. Some of the men, who undoubtedly placed the bomb now, even start to look a bit sad and anxious. You guess you'll never find out their motive. 3, 2, 1...BOOM!(You died.)

DM: "Let's go!" you yell, grabbing A05's hand and sprinting through the gap in between the blue guys. At first they must be shocked, as they don't start following you straight away. But you know they're going to. Letting go of A05's hand, you sprint down the eighteen sets of stairs to the ground floor like your life depends on it. Which it does.Who said that a long run was going to be a part of your day? No one did. You're extremely tired as you sprint down the stairs at top speed; it's the first time you've gone at top speed for further than 100 meters or so continuously. Especially since you ran up too, you're not sure if you're going to make it to the bottom before your fatigue causes you to get caught.A05 is a faster runner than you, so she reaches the bomb in the middle of the park just as you get down to the ground floor. She starts to enter the code. That causes the men in blue to target her instead of you, which is a relief as they're right behind you. She's three digits into the code when the blue guys reach her and start carrying her away."3, 2, 9!" she yells back at you as she is carried across the park. It must be the last three digits of the code. Some of the blue guys look around at where her voice is aimed to see you, standing in place like a target. They start running towards you...

Player: Run for Your Life

DM: You decide to call the police and tell them about your recent mission. You describe everything that happened in great detail, with the aim of getting the men in blue uniforms into trouble with the law. Starting with you receiving the mission alert, you describe all the events that happened up until now. You do refrain from giving the police much information about your agent group, as you're hoping to keep your promise if that's still possible.It isn't possible though, because as expected, the police ask you about the source of this "mission alert" and "woman you work with". Sighing, you tell them all about your secret job.The phone call ends after a while. A05 looks at you and says, "we're going to get into trouble for telling." But then she laughs and adds, "those men are going to get into even more trouble for trying to bomb the city.""We're definitely going to lose our jobs," you say. "But we're going to be regarded as heroes that saved the city and win squillions of dollars, so we won't even need to find a new job."A05 laughs. "Yeah, probably. Let's get up." So the two of you get out of your hiding place behind the bin and start to walk back to your cars that got you here in the first place. What a day!You got the good ending.

DM: "A promise is a promise," you say. "Let's just keep this as our little secret. Those blue guys are going to get into trouble anyway; someone would have seen them chasing us. Who knows, someone may have seen us deactivating the bomb, too. It would have been hard to miss; I imagine it would have been quite the scene for everyone there in the park.""Agreed," A05 says. "This way we won't lose our jobs, and hopefully we'll get to go on more missions in the future.""Hopefully those will be missions that other people actually go on," you add, "like the person who sent the alert telling everyone to go on the mission!""Yeah, hopefully," A05 laughs. "But we're a pretty good team too. Let's get up." So the two of you get out of your hiding place behind the bin and start to walk back to your cars that got you here in the first place. What a day!You got the good ending.

DM: Slowly you raise your hands into the air. The lawmen pour into the apartment and quickly capture William and Paul, who are still in their beds. The three of you are quickly taken downtown to the local Muncie Jail where you are swiftly identified as three of the men who robbed the New Carlisle Bank, you and your companions resolutely refuse to name John or Harry. Just two months after leaving prison you are sent back to Michigan State Penitentiary where you are reunited with your friends Pete Pierpont, Charles Makley, Red Hamilton and Russell Clark. Fortunately John does not intend for you all to remain imprisoned for long.
Player: Escape!
Player: Shoot one of the civilians in the leg as a warning to the others
DM: Irritated you raise your pistol and shoot one of the men in the leg. He falls to the floor but it does well in getting the others moving faster, grabbing their wounded colleague under the arms they help drag him into the vault, leaving a trail of blood. With the alarm raised you all run outside and split into two groups, six of the prisoners go one way while you, Harry, Charles, Russell and Red steal a car and start driving to Indianapolis.Reaching Indianapolis you are able to reunite with Harry Copeland, John's friend, and from him you learn that John has been arrested and is being held in Lima Prison. Harry is keen for you to rescue John right away but the others would rather rob a bank in nearby St Mary's, Ohio first to raise some funds. Harry, who doesn't know your companions very well, decides to go and hide out in Chicago for a few months.

Player: Go with John, Harry, Charles and Russell to Florida for your holidays
DM: You and the rest of the gang drive down to Daytona Beach where you book several apartments and make yourselves comfortable. Red joins you in the second half of December after killing a policeman in a gunfight in Chicago. You all agree to lie low over the holiday season.That Christmas and New Year you celebrate with barbecues and presents with your friends, clever Harry, reliable Charles, gregarious Russell, absent-minded Red and of course the charismatic John who is the life and soul of the party. You have had a tumultuous but generally successful year, in papers you read that the Baby Face Nelson Gang, who Homer Van Meter has joined, is likewise prospering.After the New Year most of the gang intend to continue their vacation in Tucson, Arizona while John and Red want to rob one of the banks in East Chicago Red has been checking out. It is agreed that the gang will split up and reunite in a few days, you need to choose which half of the gang you will accompany.
Player: Go with John and Red to rob a bank

DM: You join the others in running towards the car, there isn't enough room for everybody inside the compact car so while Eddie B drives and Jimmy, Tommy and Eddie G pile in you and Homer have to stand on the running boards as you drive out of town - looking back you see Earl Doyle tackled to the ground and captured by townsfolk. Once you are out of town you are able to hijack a second car out of town and drive on across the state.Counting the money you find you have stolen just $3,500, making your share $500. Eddie B is furious at the poorly executed robbery and derides all of you as a gang of amateurs. He plans to go to New York and essentially retire from crime. Jimmy is not much perturbed and is quickly putting together plans to rob another bank, this time in Minnesota.
Player: Go into retirement with Eddie B in New York
DM: You decide to go into hiding with Eddie Bentz, relying on the wily veteran to keep you both out of trouble. This he largely manages: while your fellow gang members are all robbing banks, getting arrested or shot you two live quietly in hotels in New York, rarely venturing outside. You read in papers of Harry Copeland's arrest, of the arrest of Chuck Fisher and the shooting deaths of Eddie Green and Tommy Carroll. Soon of your friends only John Dillinger, Baby Face Nelson and Homer Van Meter remain at large and the whole country is looking for them.Finally one day, more to relieve the boredom than anything else, you and Eddie drive up to Vermont where you sit in the car while Eddie goes into the bank. He emerges five minutes later with a sack of money and the two of you drive back down south. You have both stolen $8,500, making your share of the money $4,200.You return to New York and continue to live quietly for the rest of the year: by the end of the year John, Homer and Baby Face have all been tracked down and killed by local lawmen or the FBI. You and Eddie are the only members of the Dillinger or Nelson Gangs still at large and now the FBI are focusing all their resources on finding you two... you begin to question whether it is safe to remain in New York.
Player: Leave America and go to Cuba
DM: You elect to go to Cuba at the start of 1935, a year later Eddie is tracked down and arrested by FBI Agents. In Cuba you are able to purchase a small house at Varadero Beach and live the life of a retired criminal. Perhaps your career was not as exciting as John Dillinger's or Baby Face Nelson's or some of your other contemporaries but at least you survived to enjoy your stolen money.
Player: Retirement
DM: For many decades you live in peaceful retirement in Cuba while policemen and FBI Agents across America continue to search for you for decades. Eventually interest in your winds down and completely fades away when World War 2 breaks out. The troubles of that War, and the Cuban Revolution, do not affect you in your little paradise, carefully investing your stolen money in businesses you make enough money to live in comfort for the rest of your life.Alone of the members of the Dillinger Gang you have triumphed and enjoy a life of ease and luxury after so many dangers. The FBI never discover your identity and you live out your days in peace, always keeping fresh the memory of your companions and the terrible gunfights and robberies you survived that they didn't.You have triumphed.

Player: Go inside and surrender

Player: Stay in New York with Eddie
DM: You remain in hiding with Eddie in New York for most of another two years until, inevitably, the FBI tracks you down. The first thing you know about what is happening is when, in the middle of the night, your hotel door is smashed open and within seconds FBI Agents are hauling you from your bed and clasping handcuffs on you. Eddie is taken into custody as well and the two of you receive long prison sentences.
Player: Alcatraz
DM: You are sentenced to life imprisonment on charges of bank robbery and in 1936 you are sent to Alcatraz Penitentiary where Baby Face Nelson's companion John Paul Chase is already serving time. You remain there until it closes in 1963, seven years later you are paroled. By this time you are an old man and no longer deemed a threat to society.One by one your old friends pass on, many indeed are already gone. Harry Pierpont and Charles Makley are sentenced to be executed for murder, when they try to escape from prison in 1934 Charles is shot dead and Harry is badly wounded, he is executed a month later. Russell Clark dies of cancer in 1968, John Chase dies of the same thing in 1973. The last of your fellow outlaws, William Shaw, dies in a hotel fire in 1977.You continue, retiring to Washington to live out your remaining days. Your life is quiet and peaceful now. The rat-tat-tat of the machine guns, booms of the shotguns and pops of the pistol are quiet now, the screams of the dying and injured have been replaced by birdsong in the trees. The only money now you have are a few dimes in your pocket.When you reflect back on your crimes and punishment you do wonder if it was really all worth it?

Player: Hide out with Chuck and Tommy in San Antonio
DM: You drive south with Chuck and Tommy to San Antonio where you hide out for a few months and enjoy yourself relaxing in the city's bars and nightclubs. Occasionally you get the feeling that people are watching you but you can't be sure. One afternoon Tommy announces he intends to go visit a local bar and invites Chuck to join him but Chuck prefers to stay at the apartment so Tommy invites you.
Player: Head out with Tommy
Player: Leave the shooting to Tommy
DM: You wait and do nothing as two lawmen, one holding a shotgun and one holding a pistol, run around the corner. Tommy opens fire at them, shooting the first lawmen in the head and the second in the arm. The wounded lawman drops his pistol and cradles his arm while the dead lawman lies on the ground motionless - while Tommy covers the remaining man with his gun you run out into the street, hijack a pickup truck at gunpoint and the two of you make your escape on it.You flee across the country to St Paul, reading in newspapers along the way that Chuck Fisher was arrested at the apartment in San Antonio but told the police nothing. Finally you re-join Jimmy, Homer and Eddie in St Paul where they are shocked to learn about what has happened. The five of you lie low for the rest of the winter before making plans for new robberies next spring.However that spring you hear how John Dillinger, recently escaped from prison and his friend Red Hamilton want to join forces with the Nelson Gang. A meeting is soon arranged between you all.

Player: Fire at the policeman
DM: Raising your own machine gun you fire a burst of bullets into the policeman who shot at John, he crumples to the ground dead. There's a moment's pause and then the other six policemen open fire as you, John and Red break from your hostages and sprint towards your getaway car. Red is shot through the stomach and the shoulder and stumbles but keeps running, somehow you all make it to the car and throw yourselves inside. With John at the wheel and windows exploding all around you lurch away from the kerb and speed down the street, turn the corner and escape.You have made it away with $25,000, making your share $6,600 but Red is seriously wounded, breathing with a hollow, rasping sound. There is no way he can make a long-distance journey now so it is decided he will stay with friends in Chicago while John drives down and joins the rest of the gang in Tucson. You need to choose who to go with.

DM: Unwilling to take the risk you raise your hands and surrender to the FBI Agents. You and Chuck are taken into custody and tell the FBI exactly nothing but it does you no good: identified as participants in the Grand Haven and Brainerd Bank Robberies you both receive lengthy prison sentences. When John is arrested the following month you are transferred to Crown Point Prison in Indiana to be interviewed - in prison you are reunited with John.John does not intend to stay in prison however...

DM: You drive to Reno with Jimmy and John Chase and once you arrive Jimmy meets with a man who gives him the address of the Mob Informer Roy Fritsch. You drive out to his house and ring the doorbell - as soon as Fritch opens the door you and Jimmy train your guns on him and order him into the car. The terrified man obeys and you all drive out of town and park next to an abandoned mine shaft. Jimmy orders John to take Fritsch out of the car over to the mine shaft - once the two are out of the car he glances at you."Do you want to drop him or shall I?" he asks.
Player: Kill the man
DM: You and Jimmy get out of the car and walk up to the man. He looks terrified and stares at you with pleading eyes but you hardly glance at him. Raising your pistol you shoot him once in the head and he falls to the ground. Jimmy pumps several more bullets into his motionless back before dragging him over to the abandoned mine shaft and dropping him in.For most of the next month you remain around Reno, Nevada and read about the search for you and your friends. At the start of April John and Homer escape St Paul after a shootout with FBI Agents, days later Eddie is killed in the same area. Eddie's death is the trigger that prompts you and the rest of the gang to reunite in the second half of April.

DM: You, Homer and John go to St Paul where you rent an apartment with John. The weeks after the Mason City Robbery initially pass quietly but one morning you are disturbed by a knock on the door."This is Henry Cummings, St Pauls Police," a voice calls out. "Is Carl Hellman there?"Carl Hellman is the name you used to book the apartments."He's just left and won't be back till this afternoon," you tell the man as John springs to his feet. "Come back then.""We'll talk to you then," the policeman on the other side of the door says."I'm not dressed," you reply."We'll wait until you dress.""It's the cops," you tell John quietly. John nods, he has already fetched his machine gun from the wardrobe. Suddenly you hear the pop-pop-pop of pistol shots outside. Without hesitation John raises his machine gun and fires a burst of bullets through the door, throws it open and fires down the corridor. A policeman sheltering in a doorway fires back, one of his shots hits John's leg making him wince. The two of you flee down the corridor and stairs, out the back door and jump in your car. John's wound is painful but not dangerous.You later learn the gunshots you heard outside was Homer who encountered FBI Agents as he entered the building to visit you, recognized them as lawman and opened fire. Apart from John no one else was hit in the gunfight but a few days later Eddie is ambushed and killed by FBI Agents. His death saddens you and prompts the remainder of the gang to reunite in the second half of April.

DM: You hide out with Red and Tommy in Chicago and have a peaceful month, unlike your friends. You read in newspapers how John and Homer shoot their way out of an FBI ambush in St Paul, a short time later Eddie is killed in a second FBI ambush. With Jimmy back from Nevada and John and Homer in Chicago you decide it is time for another reunion.

Player: Run left after Tommy

Player: Stay in your seat
DM: You remain in your seat but it is a fateful decision: bullets fired by the pursuing lawmen punch through the rear of the car. One hits Red in the back, a moment later one hits you in the back of the head, killing you instantly. Perhaps you are the more fortunate one: Red lingers for days in agony before dying of his wound. In time all the members of the Dillinger Gang will be killed by lawmen, though your crimes will at least ensure your name remains infamous after you are gone.

Player: Help take care of Red in Chicago

DM: You remain in the car staring at the dashboard while Jimmy gets out of the car and walks away. There is silence for a second then a gunshot, a pause and several more gunshots. After that you hear the sound of a body being dragged along the ground as Jimmy drops Fritsch's corpse down the mine shaft then he and John Chase get back in the car and you all drive away.For most of the next month you remain around Reno, Nevada and read about the search for you and your friends. At the start of April John and Homer escape St Paul after a shootout with FBI Agents, days later Eddie is killed in the same area. Eddie's death is the trigger that prompts you and the rest of the gang to reunite in the second half of April.

Player: Strike Now While You Have The Chance!

Player: SE
Player: NE

Player: Is it such a big deal?
DM: You feel you're blood suddenly boiling. "Was it a big deal? All I did was take your stupid lock off your garage and grab a few beer. Why are you acting like it's the end of the world!?!?" Your mentor leans in and cuts you off with a look, but it's too late. Your neighbor gets up from her chair, grabs her coat and rushes out the door. Unfortunately, the meeting can no longer go forward. The facilitator follows her outside to talk to your neighbor but returns alone. Your neighbor no longer wishes to participate. "It's understandable" says the facilitator to you, "that you have some anger. This hasn't been easy for you. But expressing it like that is really difficult for the other people in the circle. We're going to have to send your case back to the court".You are sentenced to a year and a half in juvenile detention.The toilet paper in there is like newspaper.

Player: Head south towards where the geese were migrating and become the new mayor of Florida instead

DM: The way they clean the maize is actually quite interesting. Since there are no bodies of water, water is very limited. It must be extracted out of the ground under the Glade grass and the maize field.Instead of washing with water, the cooks will use their own saliva to sanitize each individual maize.Everyone has their own different styles. Some of them will spit a big gob onto the maize and spread it all around, into every crack and crevice. Others will use their tongues directly and lick all over the maize. Yet others prefer going kernel by kernel, lapping the front and back of each.However, it cannot be done in a completely willy-nilly fashion. You observe that every cook exercises a high degree of restraint and control. It is certainly not a job for everyone.This is the same method with which they wash their hands before handling the food.
Player: "What does 'Greenie' mean?"
DM: "It means new guy, I think," replies the person who said it. "I dunno, people called me Greenie when I got here so I think that's what it means..."
Player: Walk around blindly.
DM: You decide to walk in a random direction and hope you find Bernie. After a few minutes of walking north (or what you think is north) the sunlight stops shining through the trees. There's no way you'll be able to find your way back now, so you decide to stop near a tree. As you sit down, you subtly exhale. It's not much, but it's enough for..."Greenie, is that you?" asks Bernie from the other side of the tree, startling you. He walks around so that you can see his figure in the dark."Yeah. I came to find you," you reply."Well, it's too dark to go back now, so just stay right here with me," He sits down, back against the tree, and pats the ground next to him. "We can stay here all night. There aren't any animals or anything.""How do you know that?""Well, no one hunts. Anyway, that's not the point. I was thinking about what Elmo said. And he's right. If Alby is a crap leader then I should take over."

DM: You watch in amazement as Jimmy strides towards the two FBI Agents. One of them runs from the back of the car and fires several shots into Jimmy chest with his machine gun, Jimmy shoots him twice in return, fatally wounding him. The second Agent runs ahead of the car and fires a shotgun blast into Jimmy's legs. Jimmy sways but doesn't fall and as the FBI man throws aside his shotgun and draws a pistol Jimmy shoots him in the head with his machine gun killing him.Jimmy staggers on to the FBI car and climbs in. You and John run forward and jump into the car as well, driving away from the two dead lawmen you have left at the scene. You can tell from looking at him that Jimmy is fatally wounded, you manage to get him to the safe house of some friend of his and lie him on the bed but it is too late."It's getting dark," Jimmy rasps to you. "I can't see you anymore."Minutes later Jimmy dies. You and John make arrangements for the body to be dumped someplace where it can be found and discuss what to do. John has had enough of all this shooting: he has seen the other six members of the Dillinger Gang die now and though the newest recruit he has no wish to share their fate."I'm going back to California to surrender," he tells you.You consider your options: Cuba doesn't seem like a bad idea...
Player: Go back to California with John to surrender
DM: You and John drive back to California to surrender, John gets in touch with local law officers to arrange an arrest. In the last days of 1934, after a year and a half of running, you and John arrange to meet law officers in a peaceful park. Unarmed you are both peacefully taken into custody, the last of the Dillinger Gang. You can expect a very long prison sentence...

Player: No. I've got to finish this.
DM: You want to skip the community service but you've already come so far. You made it through the Restorative Justice meeting, you sat down with your neighbor, you bought a new lock set-up an attended the VIC PD Ride along. Really the hard part is already behind you. It's just three more days of work in the garden, and then you'll be free. You show up to work that day and are pleasantly surprised. There's a new worker there, and she/he is quite the catch. "What are you in for?" she/he asks you smiling. You're totally caught off guard. He/she is so beautiful in the morning light."What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"Congratulations on finishing the Restorative Justice Orientation! The secret word you need to remember is: "Meow"

DM: You are now in the meadow. You see some chitals grazing. But no Rhinos. They're off somewhere else.
Player: Investigate the chitals.
DM: You walk towards them in hopes of learning about them, but they are scared and run off!
DM: You are in the meadow. Without wildlife, the meadows are silent...
Player: Go to the Jungle.
DM: You land on the forest floor of a jungle somewhere in Southeast Asia.This place looks nice. Doesn't it? Well, here you are. In the jungle. Alone. You have a feeling that you should use your camera to document the Javan Rhino.You see a meadow, some hills and a creek.
Player: Camera
DM: You walk around for a while. You are beginning to smell a catlike smell around here...Hmmmm...
Player: Go in for a closer look.
DM: You see that it is a Tiger, but he sees you are looking at him, so he runs off.
Player: Oooookay.
Player: Go to the hills!
DM: These mountains look cool. Well, you are at the hills. Something tells you that you should back away...
Player: Climb up the other hill!
DM: You climb up until you see some fruits.
Player: Rhino Fruits
Player: Go to the Creek!
DM: You see lots of mud, but no rhinos! Probably because there are only like 50 left alive.

DM: You reach over to the door and swing it open. Standing before you is a demonic figure with a sword. It advances on you, and you prepare for a fight. You've got no choice, if you try to run it'll catch you and kill you.
Player: Battle the demon
Player: Run for the portal, going to his left along the way
DM: You draw a dagger and decide to make a run for it. You're no hero, just an assassin. A straight fight like this will most likely get you killed if you don't attempt to evade it.Moving quickly, you move the knife to the side, deciding that you would like to try to deal a wound to the demon as you are leaving, or at least keep him away from you. It succeeds in the latter, for the creature, swinging its sword, cannot get close enough to guarantee a hit. You duck under the clumsy strike and get to your feet just in front of the portal.Stepping forward, you attempt to cross through the portal, but feel something blocking you at the same time that something smashes under your feet. You look down and the portal is closing! Stepping back, you move to face the demon's charge, for he is coming straight towards you now. Immediately you maneuver into a relatively favorable position, and he prepares to charge.You have similar options to a few seconds ago, other than the fact that the portal is now closed.
Player: Fire your wristbow at his throat

Player: Dodge and stab the demon in the side
DM: Leaping away, you bring your blade into its side, but it doesn't seem to notice. Instead, the thing retaliates and swings at you. Attempting to leap aside, you take a nasty wound to the upper arm.The fight continues for a few more moments with no other successful attacks, and then you realize that the demon is acting purely on the defensive. Just as you pass out from loss of blood, you think that something must be wrong here...A sword hits you in the neck the instant you awaken.

Player: Stand your ground and fire the crossbow when he comes
DM: After thinking for a while, you decide that heading north is probably the best idea because you can see where the hallway goes to. As you head along it, the torches become more sparse and you reach for your own, only to find that it is gone. You must have dropped it earlier. Either way, this hallway is where you are going.Despite the fact that you can't see, you can tell where you're going easily because this hallway is straight. Your nervousness grows as you walk along the pathway, looking side to side even though you cannot see. It is instinctive. You are too used to having to watch your back for you to simply give up the habit when it will no longer help. Besides, it can't hurt anything, can it?After about thirty seconds you reach the door and grasp at the knob, turning it slightly. Of course, you berate yourself when you find that it is locked. You're going to need some way to open it, but when you look around you, you don't find anything. Eventually you just insert one of the bolts from your wrist-bow into the lock, and it pops open.Pushing the door open slowly, you can see the person you came to kill. His back is turned to you, and he appears to be deep in thought. This is your chance, but perhaps in his home territory, he will be too strong for you. You don't really want to find out, so you try to think about how you might lure him out. The most obvious way would be to make a noise and run, but that could easily get you killed.
Player: Lure him away
DM: You "accidentally" make a loud noise by crashing against the door, and the Dayel's servant jumps up and turns around, drawing a pair of swords. Those weapons look wickedly powerful. It seems that nothing is going to stop him here, so you run. That was, after all, your original plan.Reaching the portal room, you realize it's closed. However, the creature is behind you and there's a stone under the portal. Activating the magical device that it turns out to be, you leap through it, then run to the right, watching as the Dayel runs forward, not seeing you, then turns around and begins its search.

Player: Let your mind go blank
DM: The best strategy is probably to not resist at all, but rather completely wipe your mind. It works, luckily, and you achieve a sort of meditative state. In the back of your mind, your only thought is the anger-filled efforts of your enemy. Eventually the guard gives up, and you cease your exercise.Thrusting a fist upwards, you manage to connect with him, though you hit the end of your chain and cause a large amount of pain to your arm. You can feel a bruise forming there. However, this is not the time to worry about such things, and so you completely ignore it, for the guard grabs onto you and throws you against the wall, tearing you off of your chains.Your weapons are hanging nearby; making a mad dash for them, you fire your already-loaded crossbow into the guard's throat. As the corpse tumbles to the ground, you strap your other weapons to where they were before and rush back towards the portal. There's a stone next to it, that much you can remember.Grabbing onto the stone, you watch as the portal opens, and then you can hear the Dayel's servant running towards you. Smiling, you know this is your chance. You can lure him out, and then track him down.Leaping through the portal, you watch as he grows ever closer, then you are running through the forest with your compass in hand, avoiding the creature's mad charge in your direction.

Player: Kill him now while you've got the chance
DM: You rush towards him, daggers clutched in your hands, and attempt to strike him from behind. He easily leaps to the side, though, and draws a pair of wickedly sharp swords that are on fire. Those weapons aren't even beginning to melt under the heat of it, and how are they burning in the first place? Metal isn't supposed to be able to burn.You have little time to think of that as a chop comes towards your neck, and you duck under it, kicking out towards his legs. He stumbles backwards and raises his swords again, charging towards you. While he is still on his way, a bolt from your wrist-bow strikes him in the chin, knocking him back to the ground.You approach, ready to finish him off, when he jumps up and sends his sword into your side. The pain is excruciating, but then your hand hits something on your belt. It is a glass vial of some sort. You aren't sure what it is, but you raise it to your lips. This is your only chance, and you hope desperately that it's a healing potion of some sort.Before you can drink it, though, it is knocked out of your hands, and for the better, as well, because it was a flask of acid! The sword then comes down towards your head and you attempt to fight as best you can despite the wound that is making everything much more difficult.
Player: The flask of acid is not shattered -- kick it towards him
DM: Kicking the flask towards him, you watch as he deflects it with his sword. You do catch it, though, and keep it from shattering, then tuck it into your belt and continue fighting. A single chop comes down towards your head, and you instinctively leap to the side, though a sideways swing nearly kills you in the process. However, you duck under that as well and roll beyond his reach, then leap up and snap a dagger from your hand.The weapon hits him in the chest and he stumbles forward, leaping towards you. Instinctively you raise your weapons to block him, but he disappears just before he reaches you. Knowing the trick he's likely to use, you spin about, but he's not there. That's when you hear a thump behind you and a sword strikes your spine.He'd teleported to a space above where he had been before. If only you had predicted that sort of trickery.

DM: Alyda hummed in her throat."I don't think you can," she said.I was deeply confused. And this was going to be deeply confusing to express, Zita."You can't see her at all, can you?" Alyda asked me.I shook my head."Well, you're just a lowly mortal anyway," Alyda stated.I resisted my impulse to feel offended.Alyda stepped by me, went behind her desk and shuffled about.She yelled, "Egbert, I swear to Gods if I find you off that table I'll be sure you're completely dead this time!"Oberon and I looked at each other.There was a thump against the desk before Alyda stood again. She held her head, had a book in her hands."The Dead and Their Deads," Alyda said as she must have noticed my questioning glance.She said, "This will explain why our dear Zita Dacosta has not moved on. But first let me cast a spell to see if we can present her to you, Cynthia.""Cast a spell?" I stuttered."These are the humans you hang around with?" Alyda asked Oberon.I had no choice in the matter.Alyda grinned as she said, "Ipsum revelare: spiritus."She grasped a fistful of flour from Gods know where and brought it to her lips. With a huff she blew it into my face.I gasped, coughed and began to tear up in succession.I wiped my eyes and hollered, "What have you done?" And when my vision became clear again. . .By Gods.
Player: Reveal yourself, Spirit
DM: Cynthia looked at you, those big blue eyes grew wide and teary at the sight of you, Zita Dacosta.You saw your hands in your vision, perfectly real, and your feet, on which you took several steps to stand in front of Cynthia."Zita," she stuttered at you, like the stunned little child she always was."Cynthia," you said.Oberon looked on at each of you as you embraced one-another. Alyda wiped a tear from her eye.Alyda said, "The spell won't last forever. It adds dramatic tension that way. So be quick about it you lovebirds."Cynthia clasped your cheek in her hand. Her hands were so warm compared to yours.And as much as you wanted to stay like this forever, Alyda was right. You know the spell won't last. And neither will your wandering on Earth."Listen to me Cynthia," you told her.Cynthia bit back her tears but they streamed down her face anyway."What do I do?" Cynthia asked.
Player: Go to my house, Cynthia
DM: "What do you mean?" I asked.But your breath, your voice, and your life was stolen from you before you could explain to me, Zita. You were suddenly gone."Zita!" I cried.Alyda said, "What happened? You had little time, but not that little. Zita, where are you?""She was here," I stuttered."Well, follow her directions," Alyda said. "I'll get on. . . Researching this. How mysterious."This is most peculiar, Oberon said.

Player: Dodge his attacks and swing wildlly
DM: You dodge the incoming chop, only to run into his sideways swing which cuts through your ribcage and ruptures a lung. Coughing up blood, you lie there for a moment before you finally expire, pitifully unable to put up with the wound.

Player: Go back to the Jungle!
Player: Javan Rhino Handbook
Player: Go to the meadow!

DM: Instead of landing the trick, you go too fast and crash into the large crowd which now surrounds you. Your poor jet ski is so scared that it transforms into a commercial fishing boat, killing everyone. You flew to close to the sun and paid the ultimate cost. You do not meet God in heaven.

Player: Get the talisman
DM: Thanks to technology, you can actually buy the talisman online and it'll get delivered to your home!You don't have to leave the house! So a few days go by and the talisman finally arrives.
Player: Continue to the next page my friend
DM: The talisman is a scam.That was money well-wasted.Heck. What's it gonna be next?

DM: Each weapon comes out of its sheath and you advance, anger clear on your features. A pair of arrows come flying over your shoulders in quick succession, thudding into the creature's chest. It stumbles back and then brandishes its own weapons, running towards you while turning its baleful gaze towards your archer companion. The denizen of the celestial plane cries out in pain and collapses to the ground, though you see no signs of a wound.A blast of electricity arcs around you and strikes your enemy's sword, though the leather grip of your opponent's weapon clearly stops the blast. Your weapon, on the other hand, does not have such a grip, and when your blade strikes the enemy's sword, the jolt only seems to hurt you.You manage to knock away your enemy's defenses after a brief duel and raise your swords to finish him. He begins to move as you make your strike...
Player: Cut his head off
DM: Your sword comes through the air, towards his neck, though in a flash of steel the attack is deflected. The enemy rises to his feet and begins slashing at you, but each of his attacks is thwarted by your skills. Slowly you drive him back, up against the wall, until he has no more space to retreat from. Drawing your sword back, you stab at his heart. He deflects that attack, knocking a single sword out of your grasp, which you reach at vainly.Struggling to deflect his attacks, you are driven back while lowering yourself, trying to reach the weapon that is too far away. You have almost grasped it, while barely avoiding being decapitated. Suddenly, shocking you, the weapon flies into your hand.Grabbing onto it, you leap forward and drive your weapon through the enemy's chest. Taking it out, you watch as he steps back, groaning, then drops his weapons. Your magic-wielding companion finishes a chant he had begun while you were swordfighting, and the enemy's head collapses.You turn away from the corpse, not wanting to watch as it disappears, but you can hear the crackling flame anyway and visualize in your mind what it looks like. With your companions beside you, you walk out of the corner of the Dayel's realm and back to your homeland.

Player: Try to fully disarm him

Player: "Is your hairstyle called an afro taper fade?"
DM: "Uh...I don't know," he says, shrugging. "I've never really thought about what it's called."

Player: Go back to Thragnazil
DM: "Turn back!" you yell to your men. They seem surprised, and hesitate to react. The Witheron Knights do not. They cut down at least fifty men before they have time to react. Then your men get their wits about them and start firing their weapons into the enemy ranks.It is a glorious battle, even though no dwarf survives. Your heroic tale is told by the Thragnazilian civilians who escaped during the battle around small campfires concealed from Witheron Knight patrols. Even so, Thragnazil was destroyed along with all of the other cities on Bordevar.

Player: But you were still there when I woke up! You didn't leave.
DM: I know. I took one step out the door and shook my head. What an asshole I was. This was life. This is love. You were sleeping soundly, and I loved you.I looked outside, past the quad, and out to the street where people were walking, some of them holding hands, some of them with children. Nobody looked tortured or miserable or about to blow the city up. I looked back at you. You were young, and I was young, and I had no idea that I, over twenty years in the future, would be watching me as if from above, watching young me make what I thought was a crushing decision.So I'd stay. We'd been together for four years. That was long enough to know. My father said I was too young to know, and that if he could he'd try to keep me from "jumping off that cliff." I guess he felt that way about me and my brother. But what did he know, anyway?Your arms were slender, stretched out, and the back of your neck was exposed, where I loved to kiss. I kissed it, and sat next to you, and didn't realize that I was giving a gift, not to you, but to me, to older me, to me right now, standing next to you, my older but no less beautiful Natalie.I never told you how close I came to leaving. But now you know, and I'm sorry, and happy anniversary.

DM: "Da-Rung, come help me! I cannot seem to carry my bicycle back up!' yelled Taevy, your best friend since childhood. You smiled and immediately run towards Taevy to carry her fallen bicycle. You have been observing this friend of yours and since the war had started, she seems to look very pale and weak. You felt like you really need to be around her or she might just faint anytime. "Taevy." You said after carrying her bicycle up and allowing her to push the bike along with you as both of you walk. "I realised that you seem very tired nowadays. Have you been sleeping and eating well?" Taevy looked did not look surprised at all when she heard the question. "Ask me when was the last time I had meat in my diet? Probably last year. All I have been eating is tapioca and sweet potato. I am so sick of it!"
Player: You informed her gently about the nutritional aspects of tapioca and its importance for both you in this situation.
DM: +2 "Taevy, do you not know, tapioca and sweet potato has a high amount of carbohydrate." You told Taevy with a smile. "Carbohydrate has a provide us with the energy to support with our everyday activities. Without carbohydrate, we would feel very weak and would not have the strength to provide us with the energy that we need." Taevy, upon hearing that, asked, "But I eat tapioca and sweet potato everyday. But I still feel weak and get tired easily. Why?"
Player: You told Taevy to eat more tapiocas and sweet potato.
DM: -1 Hmm, maybe you should eat more tapiocas and sweet potato. That's all we have anyway." And then you remembered. "Oh I know! I think you should include other types of vegetabes in your diet.!" You said loudly. Taevy looked at you in confusion. "What is the difference? Isn't tapioca considered a type of vegetables too?" By now, both of you had reached your home and you sat down on the your front steps with her. "Yes tapioca is a type of vegetables from the tuber group. Tuber vegetables provides mainly carbohydrates. You should include more dark green leafy vegetables such as spinach and kangkong. "Why?" asked Taevy. "Dark green leafy vegetables such as spinach and kangkong is a source of an important mineral called iron. Iron will be able to provides resistance to diseases and prevents us from being tired easily." "Also, these types of vegetables are considered to be quite cheap and can easily be found as compared to meat." Taevy agreed at this new-found information and both of you of decided to cooked stir-fried spinach for dinner tomorrow. As both of you continue talking, your little brother came in complaining about having trouble with his bowel movements.

Player: You showed concern on his health.
Player: You advice him to add in more fruits and vegetables in his diet.
DM: +2 "You are probably lacking in dietary fibre, that's why you seem to have constipation. Porridge gives you energy but hardly any dietary fibre. Salted fish does not provide any dietary fibre at all.Try adding more fruits in your diet." "But fruits are expensive!" your brother complained. True enough, since the war started, you hardly see any fruits and even if there is, they would be sold in extremely high amount. Imagine $200 just for a bunch of bananas. You don't even have $5 in your pockets. But then you remembered something.

DM: -1 You agree that tapioca does not have any nutrient and is very bland to the taste. You decided to continue walking from there. You have to admit that with the lack of food availability around you, it is easy to feel frustrated. You only got to eat boiled or grilled cheap vegetables and if you are lucky some salted fish to go with porridge. Both you and Taevy continue walking in the direction of your house. Once you reached home, both of you sit down silently on the front steps of your house, like how you've always been doing for the last few year. Your little brother, Ding-Yang appear out from the house and started to complaining that his stomach was feeling very uncomfortable.

Player: "Well, we could plant some banana trees?!" You said excitedly.
DM: +2 "Hmm , sounds interesting." Taeyu said. "But honestly, where banana trees will only bear fruits after 28 weeks after harvesting. Isn't that abit too long to wait?" Both Ding-Yang and you, amused at Taevy's sudden general knowledge started laughing. With a smirk, you asked, "Well, what do you suggest then?" "Hmm, ok then. Other plants may take longer to bear fruits anyway." Taevy says reluctantly. "Ok, I know Mr Lee, my father's friends still maintained a small banana farm. We could ask him to teach us how to cultivate banana plants!" Both Taevy and Ding-Yang agreed enthusiastically. "Till then, Ding-Yang, do include other types of leafy vegetables in your diet. Even a cup of green leafy vegetables each day, would make a difference." You advised your little brother. "Ok! Shall we go meet Mr Lee now?" asked Taevy. "Yes, but Ding-Yang, I don't think you should follow. There are roadblocks and soldiers everywhere now. Its still very unsafe for you to go out. But don't worry, we'll tell you everything that we've learnt from Mr Lee once we returned." You told Ding-Yang assuringly. Ding-Yang, though very disappointed, agreed and watched both you and Taevy leave off to go Mr Lee's house.
Player: Both you and Taevy moved off to Mr Lee's house.
DM: "Hi Mr Lee! Are you at home?" You knocked on Mr Lee's front door fro the second time. Again, there was no answer."Maybe, he's at the farm?" Said Taevy. You agreed and just as both of you wanted to walked away, the door opened. "Da-Rung!" Exclaimed a perky otherwise tired-looking Mr Lee. "What are you doing here? Come in!" Both you and Taevy accepted the invitation and entered the house. "Well, actually the reason for our visit is that both us were thinking of planting bananas and we were wondering if you would be able to help us..." You asked the friendly middle-aged man hopefully.Immediately, Mr Lee agreed with a delighted smile. "Of course, I will help you. Not today though, I'm feeling quite unwell lately." "Oh dear, Mr Lee, are you feeling fine? You do look sickly and pale." Observed Taevy "I'm not sure, Taevy, latey I've been feeling quite sickly and feverish..My eyesight has been worsening too, especially when in the dark." Mr Lee explained sadly. You felt sorry for Mr Lee. His wife had died due to food poisoning, a few months after the breakout of war and since then, there was no one to take care of his health and meals.

Player: You advice Mr Lee to maintain a proper diet.

Player: You explained the benefits of Vitamin A in mangoes.
DM: +2 "It's good to hear that you are planting mangoes, Mr Lee! Mangoes contain a high amount of vitamin A that will help in strengthening you immune system! That way, by eating more mangoes, you won't feel so sickly. Also vitamin A helps in promoting good eyesight, especially in the dark. I'm sure you'll feel so much better when you start eating the mangoes." You said happily. "Also," Taevy continued, " Mangoes do contain B-group vitamin that helps in breaking down the carbohydrate that you eat from the food into energy. That way, you'll feel more energetic and spirited to do your daily farming activities." Mr Lee was so impressed at both yours and Taevy's nutritional knowledge that he offered 2 bags of mangoes to both of you which you took gratefully. "Thank you, for sharing your knowledge with me. Do accept these bananas for you and your family." Mr Lee happily said. In return for sharing his harvesting knowledge and giving the mangoes, you and Taevy offered to help out in his plantation the day after.

Player: You start to feel a little anxious, and go to check on them.
Player: They're probably just in the kitchen getting a drink of water. Your spouse has this covered. You return to bed.

DM: "The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 26th, but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took only about two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner."- Shirley Jackson, The LotteryYou know that the children assemble first. Your sister, Mary, will be there, talking with the other school girls and watching the very small children roll in the dust or cling to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.But you are not there to hold her hand. Instead, you are late.This year will be like every other year. The lottery will be conducted- as always- by Mr. Summers. Everyone will be there. Everyone will pull from the shabby black box that has seen use longer than Old Man Warner has been alive. No surprises.Except this year, you are late.
Player: Heading Out
DM: You step out of your house, dig your hands into your pockets, and head down the road until you reach a three-way split. To the left, just a ten minutes' jog away, is the town where your friend Avery lives. They don't have a lottery today. They stopped doing it years ago.To the right, even closer, is the town with the General Store. You and your pop used to go all the time for supplies. They know you there.Straight ahead is the town square. You know your family will be there: your mother in her faded house dress, your grandfather in overalls streaked with tractor oil, and little Mary in her iron-pressed school things. They'll be expecting you. Everyone will be expecting you.
Player: Go Straight

Player: You pull out the Crumpled Paper
DM: You feel the crumbled paper wilt in the palm of your clammy hand. You also feel your heartbeat steadily increasing as you wait to hear Mr. Summer's say, "Open the papers". You hold your breath as you slowly unravel your fate. Blank. You exhale heavily and your shoulders relax as you feel the immediate relief wash over your whole body.Relief that it's not you.But who was it? Voices around you begin to say, "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill," and "Bill Hutchinson's got it." You watch the Hutchinson family get pulled to the front to draw again. The mother, the father, and the three small children-- which one will you have to face? The mother. She is the one who draws the fateful slip.What do you do?
Player: Throw Stones
DM: "All right, folks," Mr. Summers says. "Let's finish quickly."The townspeople, as if on cue, all begin to pass one another stones. You are passed one too, almost the size of your fist. It is coarse and light.The crowd begins to push you forward. You realize you've circled around a neighbor you've known all your life. You wince as the first stone you throw nicks her right temple. You try to block out her pleads of mercy and unfairness. As you begin to raise your arm you wonder if every summer will be like this. Every June 27th, forever, until the day it is you.
Player: Thanks for playing!
DM: Thank you so much for playing with us!We hope you enjoyed our reimagining of Shirley Jackson's The Lottery!If you like, go back to the beginning and discover some of the other paths! There are 5 possible endings. :D

Player: Just Watch
DM: "All right, folks," Mr. Summers says. "Let's finish quickly."The townspeople, as if on cue, all begin to pass one another stones. You are passed one too, almost the size of your fist. It is coarse and light.You drop it when you think no one is looking.You wince as the first stone thrown nicks her right temple. You try to mute out her pleads of mercy and unfairness.You realize just as powerless you are against a crowd. You watch everyone else throw stones at a neighbor you've known all your life.And there is nothing you can do.

Player: I am sort of scared.

Player: Think of what to do next
DM: He paused, remembering that he'd left the knife in the middle of the kitchen. What if the intruder found it? What if he, or she, or it-it!-had already found it and was making its way up to kill him now? He thought again of the group, how they'd gone off on the boat without him. And how it would be their fault if he ended up getting killed now. Sure, he might have made some dumb mistakes, but they were-Marisa was-the reason he'd been living on this shithole boat for the past month.He decided that was uncharitable. But he still needed to account for the fact that the intruder may have the knife.He turned left into the TV room, where the vent would take him back down to the master bedroom.
DM: I hear a noise behind me, coming through the bedroom door. I consider my options.

Player: Run back up to the hallway
DM: He had checked through the vent first to make sure the intruder wasn't in there. He needed the element of surprise.There was something else he needed, and the awful idea had come to him that he should look in the nightstand drawer. He found them there-Dammit, Steve-feet and feet of black rope restraints. As if he knew how to tie a knot...but maybe it would help. Before he left he was sure to rip up the photo with their two smarmy faces.He could hear noises on the other side of the bedroom door. He picked up the heaviest paperweight he could find.
DM: The formal living area has shiny hard furniture and expensive abstract art. Not nearly as nice as the TV room. An open porthole lets in the sea breeze to lift the blanket of stillness.

Player: Elderly woman
DM: You aim at the Elderly Woman's head."The house at the end of the street!" she cries."Huh. Is that true?" you say facing the injured man."Yes, yes! Please! Leave us be! We have no reason to lie!""I guess I'll take my leave."You say this as you exit the house and set your eyes at the house at the end of the fairly short street.

DM: Sebastian wakes hours before the dawn and goes to the stables to visit Arbalest, her trusty Steed. The warhorse neighs as his Mistress approaches. Sebastian nuzzles Arbalest and gives him and apple for his enjoyment. As the Horse munches on the fruit, Sebastian begins to place the saddle blanket, saddle, reins, and harness, A second apple and she has placed the Chain Barding on him.She leads the horse out of the stables and swings up before heading to the gates. She is stopped at the gate by the guards who wish to know why she is leaving the city at so early an hour to which she casually replies:

Player: You shake your head no
DM: The demon holds you a bit longer before shoving you back and releasing you. You gasp for breath scared you'll be strangled again. The demon turns from you and paces out a bit before leaning against the opposite wall from you, staring you down with a glare. "Now then." He says. "You are my new minion. Consider that a warning. I can do much worse if I wanted to. Now, follow me, and don't try to run, or else...." He threatens.
Player: You tell him no again
DM: "No." you tell him again defiantly. He glares harshly before lunging and attacking you. Sorry, you didn't make it through the game. Please click on "the beginning" to start over, otherwise, leave comments and thanks for playing!

Player: "I'll do everything you say if you don't kill me!" you say
Player: You stop crying
DM: You stop crying immediately not wanting to upset this demon any further. You've already been testing your limits. "Good." Says the demon sweetly. "Now then, you're my new minion. Follow me."

Player: You go down the right path
DM: You go down the right path and into the tunnel. There's light towards the end of the tunnel, very small light, but just enough to give you hope. On the way to the light, you start noticing blood stains on the walls of the tunnel. Suddenly, you realize why...... Hell Hounds! You run as fast as you can, but the Hell Hounds are way faster than you and pounce on you aggressively attacking and devouring your flesh. Sorry, but you loose. Please click "The beginning" if you would like to try again. If not, please leave your comments and thanks for playing!

Player: You go down the left path
Player: You turn aroung and go down the right path

DM: "We've almost graduated!" you say to Andrew, one of your best friends."Yeah. I can't believe it!" he exclaims, smiling his adorable smile. "Hey, do you think Incredibles 2 will ever come out?"You laugh at the sudden change of subject. Andrew's known for doing that. "I hope it does, but it's not looking good," you reply."Ugh. Pixar needs to start doing better than Finding Dory!" he groans."Hey! That movie wasn't THAT bad," you say."Yeah, but it was for Pixar. Pixar can do better. WAY better."You snicker. Andrew's obsessed with Pixar and has all the toys from Toy Story. You wonder if he'll abandon them when he goes to college.Suddenly, Andrew's smile that always remains on his face vanishes. He stares at the ground. You're both on the roof of your house with your legs hanging off the edge. It's your favorite place to be.Andrew's ocean-blue eyes are still looking down at the ground, sadly."Andrew. Is something wrong?" you ask, hesitantly.He stops. "Nah. I'm fine."You know fine doesn't mean fine though. It never does.
Player: Ask again what's wrong.
DM: "What's wrong?" you ask, worriedly. "Tell me. You can talk to me, Andrew. You know that."He sighed. "Yeah but...not about this," he mumbled."Why not?" you ask curiously.He turns to you. "Look. I love you, okay? There! I said it! I said it so the whole world could hear me!"He stands up on the roof. "I LOVE HER!!! DO YOU HEAR ME, WORLD?!?! I!! LOVE!! HER!!!!" He screams at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing over the chimney tops. He then stomps back inside and down into the house. You rush after him, but it's too late. He's gone.~~~At school the next day, you find him in the classroom with his head on his desk.What do you do?
Player: Nothing
DM: You decide to ignore him and see what he does. After class, he approaches your locker and hugs you. Then he whispers in your ear, "Please let me kiss you. Just once. Then I'll never bother you again."You're startled. "Andrew," you sigh. "I want to be friends! I don't want you to kiss me and then never talk to me again! Is that really what you'd do to the girl you love?"He immediately shakes his head. "You're right. I'm sorry."He manages to pull himself back together and you both start arguing about Finding Dory again.You remain good friends forever, but do you ever find love???~~~Congrats! This is the only ending where you can SUCCESSFULLY friend zone Andrew! If that's what you wanted...

DM: You decide to say silent. Maybe Andrew doesn't want to talk about it now. You stand up."Do you want to go inside?" You ask.Suddenly, he stands up and turns to you, his lips inches from yours."I..." He starts to say. "Yes. Yes. Let's go inside."As soon as you get downstairs, Andrew grabs his stuff, says bye and heads out the door, leaving you alone and confused.The next day at school, you see him talking to LINDSEY. The skinny brunette who steals boyfriends. Surprisingly, she's actually been nice to you the few times you've talked. But she's just not right for your best friend. Not right for Andrew. What do you do?
Player: YELL IN HER FACE!
DM: You stomp up to them, step in between the couple, and face Lindsey."YOU STAY AWAY FROM ANDREW! YOU HEAR ME! YOU! ARE! NOT! GOOD ENOUGH! FOR HIM!"You're panting and your face is crimson and sweaty. Lindsey has never lost her smug face before. But this time, she whips around and scurries away in her clumsy high heels.You turn to around to see Andrew grinning at you.Then he smiles. You love seeing him smile. But you're still seething."I knew it," he murmured, now smirking."Knew what?" you demand, almost yelling."Nothing," he shrugs.~~~Lunch time! You're starved and still a little confused. Where do you sit?
Player: Alone

Player: None of your Business!
Player: Sign out.
DM: Sebastian signs out, luckily there were few people on the streets so waiting in line was not a problem. However, she would be leaving a mark that showed she had passed through the gate. She stated her business as traveling to Applevale, a small town to the North, not her true destination to the West.

DM: Deciding to deal with who is probably calling for you, you leave the cell phone be and get your home phone. The voice that answers is none other than your friend Markus! You Perk up a bit as Markus tells you he is missing his phone and thinks it is in your house (Markus attended Kipler's Birthday party last night). He asks if you could bring it to him at his little grocery store next to the Blue Rooster restaurant ASAP. He is expecting an important call anytime now, and does not want to miss it. You tell him you'd do it, glad for a good reason out of housework. Forgetting about all you had previously been in motion to do, you grab the cell phone and head to the car.
Player: Use Markus's Cell Phone
DM: Markus is still holding his phone in hand. You wrench it from his grasp against much protest but don't care about Markus's fears toward the authorities, typing in Kipler's number with resolution. Kipler answers and you explain the situation in only a few breaths. Your friendship is long and full, and he knows when you are playing him- which is not the current case. He arrives at the store within ten minutes, two other officers with him. Kipler takes Markus to the police station for safe keeping, leaving you with instructions to go home. He orders the two officers to wait and watch for the mobster, in case the villain would show up looking for Markus at the store. Later that evening, chores all finished, you hear from Kipler that the Mobster never showed up and that no one got hurt. Satisfied with your friend's safety, you go to bed and have a good night's sleep.Congratulations! You finished the story with everyone turning out fine. On the other hand, the mobster is still out there and will forever be a threat to Markus's safety. Maybe you ought to play again and see if you can catch the bad-guy, if you feel so inclined.

Player: Fold the paper scroll into a basket and attempt to balance some ice on your head.

Player: I JUST WANT TO BE FRIENDS DAMNIT!!!
DM: You lose your temper with this boy. "I JUST WANT TO BE FRIENDS DAMNIT!"Andrew jumps backwards off the bridge and into the rushing creek. Gasping, you dive in to save him and manage to pull him onto the shore. He's unconscious. You know what you have to do.Blow air into his mouth.And as soon as your lips touch his, he awakes and sits up quickly. The "kiss" completely changed everything. You've never kissed Andrew before. And now that you have..."Actually," you start to say. "Maybe we...could...date.""N-n-no." Andrew stutters, quickly getting up and backing away. "Sorry, but, I guess we'll just be friends then." He laughs nervously. Then scurries back towards the school.You find him hanging out with a shy red head girl and for one last time, see his smile.His beautiful smile.

Player: Don't go jogging
DM: You don't feel like jogging.You stay at home all day and when night falls you hear a weird noise from your living room.You stop your online shopping session and you go check out the origin of the sound.Your neighbor just broke your door!"You stood me up you son of a bitch!" they say.Then they take out a gun and-
Player: RUN!
DM: You don't think twice before turning around and heckin' run for it!You hear a gunshot but the bullet misses you. You go back to your room and you lock the door."Come out and let me KILL YOU!" your neighbor yells.You call the cops and your door starts to make THUD noises.Your neighbor's kicking your door!Will it hold long enough?
Player: No, it won't
DM: Your main entrance didn't hold, this one won't hold either.You grab your lamp and you wait for your neighbor to barge in.The moment he does, you swing your lamp as hard as you can and you hit them in the face.There's blood everywhere as the gun goes off and a bullet hits your arm.Your neighbor loses consciousness and the police show up just before you pass out from the blood loss.
Player: You should've gone jogging
DM: You open your eyes and see a bright white light.A hospital light, you imagine.You can't tell how long it's been."You're awake," says a female voice.A nurse.You ask the nurse where you are and she explains to you that the police found you lying on your floor next to a wanted criminal. It turns out that your neighbor was actually a serial killer and you helped stop them so you'll get a pretty medal."Where you having bad dreams?" She asks, almost sounding entertained.You don't really remember. You know that it wasn't worse than getting shot and you look at your arm to find it patched up and ready to go. It wasn't a serious wound.You'll be able to leave the hospital after the police interrogate you so you tell the nurse to let the officers in. A couple of policemen show up and they start to ask you questions about your neighbor and why they were after you, etcetera.You have a tedious afternoon with the police and they finally decide that you're free to go. When the day is over, you go back to sleep in the safety of your home and you don't dream about weird stuff ever again.Having a near death experience really helps with the nightmares.

DM: You sniff as you pull down another picture of Eric. You look at the photo, it was taken two months ago under a big oak tree on campus, you both looked so happy then. You sniff again, tearing the picture, and his handsome face in it, apart. You toss the picture in the trash can and gaze at your face in the mirror over your dresser. You know your pretty as you look in your reflection taking in your light blonde hair, deep green eyes and slim figure. Its time to find someone new, enough crying over that jerk.
Player: Hallway
DM: The hallway in the building is long and slender, doors that lead to students dorm's line both sides. A few students hang out here talking, the hall always busy day or night. As you step outside your dorm room you wonder if you should stop by and see your best friend Tiffany, who's room is right across from yours or go check out the cafeteria, there's bound to be some cute guys there.
Player: Cafeteria
DM: The cafeteria is a busy place, students chatting and eating at small round tables. You look about, and wonder what to do next. You could walk around, hoping to spot a cute boy or go outside and enjoy this nice spring day.
DM: It is a beautiful day on the campus, tall grand trees lend shade on the bright green grass. Many students such as yourself are enjoying the nice day, either sitting on lying on the grass. You spot the old oak tree, old memories flooding back.
Player: Sit down beneath the tree
DM: You sit down beneath the tree, taking a deep breath of the spring air as you look about. You try not to think of the happy memories with Eric hear and try to enjoy the day. Your just beginning to enjoy your bit of relaxation when suddenly, a guy trips on tree root and falls in front of you. You gasp and wonder if you should help him when he gets up on his own, laughing, looking a bit embarassed. "I guess your used to guys falling at your feet all the time." He says, blushing a bit. Do you..?
Player: Laugh and flirt with the guy or..
DM: The guy is pretty cute in a nerdy way with his curly dark hair, hazel eyes that look at you from behind a pair of glasses. You giggle and joke with him. He sits down beside you and the two of you begin to talk. His name is Marc and he tells you that he is a teacher's aide working his way through a degree in physics. You dont understand half of what he says about his master but he's nice and sweet and you enjoy talking to him. You talk until its almost sunset. He looks a bit nervous as he looks at you. "Umm..I really liked talking with you. Would you like to get some dinner with me?"

Player: Tiffany's Room
DM: You knock on Tiffany's door and at a soft, "Come in." You open it and walk inside. Her room is much like yours, a small room containing two narrow beds and two desks. Tiffany's side of the room was done in soft pink and purple. Tiffany grinned and you two got to talking. You told her how you were over Eric, the jerk, and was looking for a new guy. Tiffany smiled, happy that you were finally over him. Just then, there was a knock on the door. The door opened and in came a tall, very handsome guy with dark brown hair and blue eyes that kinda looked like Tiffany.
Player: Say Hi to him
DM: You grin at the gorgeous man and say hello. He returns your smile with a bright one of his own. Tiffany giggles and hugs him, and introduces him to you. "April, I want you to meet my big brother, Jacob. Jacob, meet my best friend April." After the introductions and a bit of talk, Tiffany glances at her watch. "Oh man, Im late for class. You two talk. I'll see you later!" She grins, giving me a wink before leaving. The two of you hit off and you begin chatting up a storm. Jacob tells you about himself. He just graduated from law school a year ago and is a young, promising lawyer working in a big law firm. The next couple of hours fly by, Jacob is smart, funny and very sweet. Jacob grins at you, "Its been really great talking to you. You know Tiffany has been meaning to set us up for months." After you both laugh, he looks at you. "Do you wanna maybe grab some lunch?"
Player: Accept
DM: Jacob takes you for a casual lunch to a quaint bistro off campus. You talk there until closing time, telling each other everything about our childhoods, hobbies, first loves and everything else. You love how he made special and beautiful. After the late lunch he walked you to the dorm and gave a soft kiss, though brief, is passionate and makes you melt. You date through college, but its hard with Jacob being busy at the law firm but you make it work. Jacob not being there alot made it easy for you to study and you passed all your finals with flying colors. You moved in together after graduation and got married the next year, making your best friend your sister-in-law which you couldnt be more happy about. Today, Jacob, a now successful lawyer and you still love each other very much and are raising three beautiful children. ~Game Over~

Player: I want my Dad to be there.
DM: "My Dad and I get along pretty well. Sure he was angry when he heard about this but he wants to help me get through this. I'd like it if he could be there with me"."No problem" she replies. "It's up to you whether or not you want your parents to be there. It's important to know that you have a voice in this circle as well. We just need you to be genuine and take responsibility so that your neighbors don't regret coming to talk with you. You'll also have a mentor there with you, so there will be two people there to support you".A few days later you have a meeting with your mentor. He's a pretty relaxed guy in his mid-thirties. The meeting is informal. He answers some of your questions about what the Restorative Justice meeting will be like and just lets you know that he's there to help if you are having any difficulties. It's nice to know that there will be someone in your corner on the day of the meeting.

DM: You wake up surrounded by metal. There is an elevator door to your front, but it is closed. There are no up, down, or floor buttons. You might as well be in a metal box with a door.You stand up and peek through the glass. For some reason your surroundings are moving.Oh carp...you're falling and falling fast. What do you do?
Player: Scream for help!

DM: You may not know your name, face, or past, but you still have your common sense, which tells you that the only way to survive an elevator crash is to jump when it hits the ground!You peek through the glass. It's pitch dark and you can't even see the ground....Well, darn it.

DM: That's right! It's not over until it's over!You make yourself quiet and still, allowing your intuition to work.Your intuition says that it's time to jump...NOW!
Player: Jump!
DM: You bend your knees, and straighten them up into a mighty jump!You land back on the ground. The elevator is still falling....Well-

Player: Okay, Plan B: just jump when it hits the ground.
Player: I'll just guess!

Player: "I agree."
DM: Bernie nods rapidly."Alright, so here's what we're going to do. We're just going to get a knife from the smiths. They won't question it. Even if they do, I'll just say I need to get a really tough kernel off of the cob.""I just need you to distract Alby with talking so I can sneak up behind him and get his throat. Oh, and we need to kill Newt too, now that I think about it. That's the second-in-command guy if you don't know.""Okay, so I need you to lead Alby away from the mainland. It shouldn't be too hard. Then I knife him. Then you lead Newt away from the mainland, a different place from dead Alby. Then I knife him. Then there are no more leaders. I take charge. You can be my right hand man if you want."
Player: "No."
DM: "Wha- what? Why not?" Bernie stutters. "I thought we were on the same page here."
Player: "That's not gonna work."
DM: "Yeah, maybe it won't work. Maybe the other Gladers will just kill the both of us. But we have to try, it's now or never."

Player: Run off into the forest.

Player: "What do you mean?"
DM: "Don't tell me you don't know. Alby sleeps in the hospital beds! And he doesn't let anybody else sleep in them! Only he gets to!" Bernie says in a whiny tone."Is that all?" "Not only that, his priorities are out of whack. You know, I gave a suggestion to him once. I suggested that we make a human pyramid and put the tallest guy at the top so we can see what lies beyond the fields of maize. He told me that wouldn't work, and it was a waste of time anyway. 'Just focus on your job.' That's what he said to me." Bernie exhales in disbelief."Like, survival is great and all, but we can't stay here forever. We shouldn't stay here our whole lives. We need to be thinking about escape instead of letting day after day pass by just surviving.""Don't you agree?" He turns to you. "This isn't living. I can't remember my life before the Glade, but it must have been more than this. What about you? You have to be thinking the same thing. Come on. You get it. Tell me you get it."

Player: Nod your head empathically.
DM: "Okay, good." Bernie sounds relieved. "We'll do it tomorrow then. For now let's just get some sleep."It's quite difficult to fall asleep leaning against the tree trunk after you've gotten used to the hammock, but eventually your body relaxes and you go to sleep.

Player: "We can't kill them!"
DM: "That's the only way to overthrow them. I can't think of a better way to get them down from power. It's now or never. Are you in, or are you going to stay in the Glade forever?"
Player: "..."
DM: "..."Bernie looks down. "Well, fine then. Your choice. If you're not with me, I guess I'll have to do it myself. Tomorrow. I have to do it."He gets up and runs off, leaving you alone to ponder.

Player: Sarah Price
DM: Fowler considers. "You believe the deceased to be Miss Sarah Price of Room 8? Very well. Who do you consider her killer to be? Think carefully now."
DM: Fowler stares at you alarmingly."What? No, no that doesn't seem right. Where's your evidence Detective, where's your evidence? No, this is very wrong. I am sorry Grey, it gives me no pleasure to say this but I am taking you off the case. Your on temporary suspension from duty. It seems clear to me this investigation has been mishandled from the start. Most disappointing."Fowler walks off shaking his head leaving you with a deep sense of shame and embarrassment.

Player: Woman
DM: You aim at the middle-aged woman. Before you can pull the trigger, a hand grasps at your leg, yanking you down to the floor, dropping your weapon, leaving you face to face with the man you had just shot. It's too late to retaliate, as he is already landing several hits to your face with his knuckles, before grasping out to his side to pick up the gun. You try to compete to reach it, but it's too late, as a bullet is swiftly delivered into your skull. [BAD ENDING]

Player: "What, do you work for them or something?"
DM: "Listen punk, if you don't wanna die, I suggest you get the fuck outta' here and don't come back, got that?"The man points a gun at you, with multiple of the thugs following sharply.It's best to back off for now. Maybe come back when they're less pissed off with you. [NEUTRAL ENDING]

Player: "Is that the time? Woah, I best get going!"
DM: You realize they have far more manpower than you, and you back off.
Player: Try the tattooed man

Player: Confront the men with aggression
DM: Little do they know, you're ready and you're not going down without a fight. Drawing your pistol from your satchel you aim at the two men with marksman accuracy. The man to the left looks flustered and is fumbling in his coat pocket. The man to the right is running at you, already wielding a small knife. It's your shot.
Player: Left Man

Player: Start to remove big chunks of the boat until it is small enough to leave
DM: You start to remove large pieces of the boat until it is finally small enough to be removed from the cave. The yeti eventually calms down and helps you. "What a swole ass boat", says the yeti. "Goddamn this is a tight fucking boat. I can't wait to take this boat to the moat which surrounds Santa's Workshop and sneak inside".

Player: Try the business man
DM: You slip past the man in the living room and enter the bathroom through it's ajar door. Unknown to you, the man in the bathroom just finished urinating before he was able to get the upper-hand over you, and gun you down. [BAD ENDING]

DM: You choose the three fingered green leaves with red spots and it is not long after your sanitation ritual that you realize what a mistake that was. Whatever manner of herbs those were you have a burning rash all along and in your backside. Between that and the turtle bite, you are finding it difficult to walk without pain. You really hope this journey ends soon, you really do. The next three days of travel down the Redridge Pass are surprisingly uneventful. You sneak past the occasional orc patrol and wild animal but nothing particularly difficult. You half expect something to come jumping out at you from the darkness or to find some large camp around the corner but to your plesant surprise the way seems more or less clear. Part of you wonders if it is a trap given the Craxil knows you are coming but then ... what choice do you have? As you come up a steep incline you look down and with great satisfaction you find what you've been searching for all this time. A colossal chasm, the canyon you've been searching for! The old man said you would know it when you see it and damn if he wasn't right about that! Still, this canyon is freaking huge. It will take probably half a day just to get down to the bottom safely and once down there, there is a LOT to explore. You know the underground cavern that houses the Craxil is accessed somewhere down there, so I guess you don't have much choice than to go down there and investigate huh? You are about to cautiously decend when you hear the sound of hoofprints behind you...

Player: Stand and fire at the two men shooting at you from the house
DM: You turn back and fire blindly at the men in the shattered window. They have the advantage, and easily put you down. [BAD ENDING]

Player: Fight him.

Player: NW

Player: SW
Player: SW
Player: NW
Player: NW

Player: Land in the village far ahead

Player: Keep looking for the tower
DM: Nothing happened during the night and you're thankful that you both survived.You get to the woods and you suddenly hear a bear. But it's a giant bear.The beast is at least a hundreed feet tall and it's claws are big enough to cut all the fully grown pines in half.The big bad bear has a red eye, a lump on his forehead and a lacking patch of fur in its chest.Where are you going to shoot it?
Player: Shoot the patch
DM: You tell New Other to take a step back as you aim...You take a single shot and the bear growls as blood oozes from it's chest. Then it dies.New Other suddenly starts convulsing and disappears into thin air.You don't know what just happened, but then you look at the bear and see the thing getting smaller and smaller.The dead bear transforms into a beautiful woman and you recognize her as your mother. Except that she's not your mother, she's New Other's mother and you killed her, killing your other self in the process...Why was your mom a huge ass bear? You don't know.
Player: Bury the corpse
DM: You bury your mother's corpse and you realize that you're now alone again, naturally.This reminds you of a song, but never mind that. You eventually find the Tower again.
Player: Open the door
DM: This may be your last chance.You open the door and see the bright light. Your other self is about to get run over and, instead of telling them to come in, you jump out and push them away.The car hits you instead and you are killed.Your other self survived, so did you really die?

Player: Meet them with mammoths and men-at-arms

DM: The breeze feels cool against your face as you walk down the street. It's a typical Victoria evening, overcast and grey, but you have more on your mind than just the weather. There's a party tonight and you want to arrive with a cold six-pack."Ready to do this?" You ask your friend Reily as you look down the driveway towards the detached garage. He nods. He's a tall lanky fellow."No time like the present".Pulling a Philips screwdriver from your pocket you begin removing the screws that secure the metal latch to the garage door. They turn easily, and soon you are inside the garage. Clearing away an old cooler and some tools from in front of the bar fridge you're not concerned about being noisy. You saw your neighbor's truck leave an hour ago. They usually went away on the weekends.Opening the fridge you see what you came for. A crisp six pack of cold beer. Smiling joyfully you raise it up. Tonight will be a good night.The beer mission complete you both start rooting around to see if there is anything else of value. You check out a chainsaw, a set of chisels, a few surfboards, but everything is too big to conceal at home. Your friend starts looking nervous, peaking out the door every few minutes."Hey man we should get out of here" he says.How do you respond?
Player: Totally. The longer we stay the more likely we'll get caught.

DM: "You can keep looking around if you want but I'm outta here. Peace." "Fine. I'll text you in an hour then we'll go to that party" you reply. Reily gone, you keep looking around. Rooting through old wooden boxes you mostly find various nails, screws, and old hand tools. After another half hour you get bored and exit the garage.Starting toward the street a passing truck suddenly roars into the driveway, blue and red lights flashing. It's an undercover police vehicle! Someone must have seen you go in the garage.

DM: No use running at this point. You're likely to get in even more trouble. The officer jumps out of the truck and tells you to put the beer on the ground and turn around. The rain falls down around you as he handcuffs your hands behind your back. "You're under arrest for break and enter and theft" he says as he guides you towards the back of the vehicle.

Player: Yes. I have a few ideas.
DM: "Yes I have a few ideas" you say. "I was thinking that since I unscrewed your locking mechanism so easily, maybe I could buy a better lock for your door, one that couldn't be so easily removed. I also thought that maybe I could do some work for you, or do something for the community that you wanted me to do". She nodded, "Those are both good suggestions. We do need to get a better lock setup on that garage, and I would love it if you helped out at the community garden. Also, I think it would be good if you went for a ride-along with the Victoria police department to see what kind of stuff they have to deal with on the average night. It might be an eye-opener for you". Then everybody in the circle began to discuss these options, and coming to an agreement, they were written down by the facilitator. A copy was given to you. It states that you have one week to purchase a new lock and 2 months to complete 40 hours of community service and go on a ride-along with VIC PD. You have a bit of cash saved up so you purchase a new locking mechanism that suits your neighbors needs. A week after the meeting you join the police officer for an evening ride along. Turns out their job isn't so easy; they have to deal with some pretty difficult situations some times. You gain a new respect for them. However the hours at the community garden really start to drag on. It's not enjoyable work, and after a month you are only 20 hours deep into your 40 hour commitment. You start to wonder if maybe it's not such a big deal to skip out on the rest?

Player: You forgot your keys
DM: You forgot your keys! How are you supposed to get back into your house now?You decide that you'll call a locksmith when you come back, there's no use in being late for something like this.You take the bus and sit next to an old lady, she suddenly starts talking about her grandchildren being all successful doctors, nurses and police officers. You know she's just a proud grandmother, but it starts to sound like she's bragging. You blow her off and nod constantly at her story. The bus makes a stop and some people get on, but you don't pay attention to them, the old woman's story is becoming sort of interesting. You're brushed by someone as they go take a seat in the back, but you don't care.When you get off the bus, you get a strange feeling. You feel your pockets once again and realize that your wallets gone.They stole your wallet!The person who brushed you must've been one of those expert pickpockets and they took advantage of the old lady's tale.Maybe she was in on it!No, that's ridiculous, she's just an old lady.Probably

Player: Wait for a bus
DM: You have a strange feeling. You feel excited for this next bus.Something or someone important is waiting for you in that vehicle.You hop on and pay the driver, there's only three seats left. A beautiful woman is sitting alone on the right side of the bus, a very handsome man is also sitting lonely on the left side; there's a free seat in the back, between two sleeping people.Could one of these people be the love of your life?
Player: Sit in the back
Player: Get off the bus
DM: You have a bad feeling about this. Which reminds you of a series of movies, but never mind that.You get off the bus just in time and wait for the next one. You'll be late, but you won't be robbed. And that's a good thing.The next bus arrives but it doesn't stop. It's actually going very fast. A couple of patrol cars rush in front of you, chasing the bus. That bus sure was going fast. It had an incredible speed and it didn't stop, almost as if it couldn't or else it would blow up or something. This reminds you of another movie, but never mind that.You're now officially late.Another bus rushes by you, not stopping.This is riddiculous, you think. How many buses can there be that have undefusable bombs triggered by speed? More cop cars go by.You're now angry and decide to hail a cab.But there're no cabs.You have to walk now, but it starts raining.Just what you needed.You take a step and suddenly you're struck by lightning.You're very shocked and you pass out.
Player: GET SUPERPOWERS
DM: You wake up in a hospital. You can still feel a rush of electricity through your body as you look at the heart monitor thingy beeping next to you.You're alive, but you're also late.But you don't care about being late anymore because now you have a pretty neat excuse.You extend your arm towards the nurse button or whatever it's called and suddenly it sparks off. The smell of burnt circuits hits your nose and you wonder what just happened.Anyways. You leave the hospital after a couple of days and you had no more incidents with any electrical things.Until you got home and fried your remote control.You didn't want to get up, so you watched the news because that's the channel that the TV was on when the controller almost electrocuted you.For some reason, they're still covering your story. Man struck by lightning in so-and-so street. You realize that there's a gas pipe right where you were standing and that you could've died. But you didn't.Somehow you believe that you were chosen by fate to be saved. And you feel a rush of electricity flowing through your veins.Your fingertips throw some sparkles and you're thrown off by the sudden thing.
Player: Do not become anything
DM: If you have powers, you have to be responsible for stuff.And you just don't feel like it.You ignore the thing and only use your electrical powers whenever something needs a quick charge or when you don't feel like paying the light bills.You save some money by generating your own energy and now you can afford fancy stuff. You're happy with yourself. Being able to generate electricity, you realize that you're actually facing a very profitable opportunity.You open a power company that, at first, is fed by your body; when you have enough money to actually buy some generators, you let them do the working.You're now a millionaire with your own electric company and nationwide renown.Great job.

Player: Don't call the authorities
DM: It's just a wallet, everything of importance you keep in your other pockets and you weren't carrying that much money. You also figure that the cops will probably never catch a guy in public transportation and can't help but to feel bad for anyone else that might get their wallet stolen today.You do everything you needed to do that day and it's now time to head back home. On foot.You call the locksmith on your way back home. You pay him with some emergency cash you kept in a drawer.
Player: Blow some steam off
DM: What do you have in mind?
Player: You know what I have in mind
DM: What do you mean by blow some steam off this late at night?
Player: Maybe I'll just go to sleep
DM: You're sitting in a bar, you see yourself, but not like a mirror. You have two bodies, one is across the table from some guy and the other one is where you're sitting.So you're not you, but you are you.Weird.The other you seems to have a broken nose. You don't know why.You see a guy approaching your other self and asking something."Where's the phone?" he asks.You hear yourself saying that you lost it and begging for your life.You have a bad feeling about this.You quickly stand up and walk towards them/yourself.A gunshot.They/You have been shot.You call an ambulance and try to stop their/your attacker. You chase him out of the bar and can't help but notice that the sky is purple.Weird.You follow their/your attacker but he doesn't seem to notice you. He eventually gets to a bridge and you know this is your chance.You charge at them full speed and knock the gun out of their hand. You feel an incredible strength you'd never had before. You fight the guy on the bridge, dodging every swing he throws and landing every hit you make. You finally punch him in the gut and pick him up, like a wrestler.You carry him to the edge of the bridge and throw him into the river.The fall kills him.

Player: Nothing, the reality checks should work out just fine.

Player: Call for help
DM: This person might be armed and you don't wanna take any chances. You call for help and someone shows up, you explain the situation and they call the police.The robber is too afraid to come out of the alley and now all you have to do is wait for the authorities to arrive.A few minutes later, two police officers step out of their car and into the alley, ordering the robber to come out slowly. The criminal pulls out a gun and starts shooting at the police, who fires back.The person gets hit with some bullets and, luckily, neither you nor the officers are hurt. They slowly approach the body and retrieve your cellphone before calling for an ambulance. It appears that the person is not dead yet. You smell the blood and what is possibly gunpowder and you don't think you can handle those things. Your ears are kinda ringing from the gunshots and your legs are trembling, this has definitely been an intense experience.You head back home and call a locksmith, wondering if the robber is going to be okay.
Player: Check the news
DM: You turn on the TV in the news channel and try your luck to see if the robber is being broadcasted.Taking you completely by surprise, the news talk about the robber mysteriously disappearing from the ambulance as he was being taken to a hospital.You don't give it a lot of thought, but you can't help but worry.A knock on the door draws your attention and you peek through the peephole to find no one. You open the door a little and find your wallet laying on the doorstep.Fazed, you look for someone but find nothing. You check the contents to see if maybe the pickpocket took your money and returned the wallet, but everything is still there. Maybe they regretted being a criminal. For the next couple of days, you check the news to see if there's any leads on the disappearing robber, but you don't find out anything. You lost your dream journal somewhere in your room. You never really found it.After the return of your wallet, you stopped having those weird purple dreams.

Player: Time to wake up
DM: You quickly write your dream in the journal and wonder if it could mean something, but you dismiss the idea.That would be ridiculous.Still, you check the news, but there's been no homicides for the past couple of weeks.That's a good thing, right? At the end of the day, you go to sleep.You dream to be a vigilante once again.And the night after that. Every night, you dream you're a crime fighter, but you never make it to the news in the waking world. Still, you can't help but to feel you're doing a good job.The sky's always purple when you dream, and that's a good way to tell apart real life from dream life, which has become so real it kinda scares you. You've been shot and stabbed a couple of times, and it hurt. But you wake up safely in your bed. One day, one of your friends found your dream journal and said that it was a good story. You worked together to write a book based on it and it was a success.The movie is coming out next month, you and your friend both get to make a cameo and being a famous writer sure has its perks. You are very happy and you're even thankful you forgot your keys that one time.

Player: Get the guns and slaughter the chickens
DM: You rush to the guns but the chicken monsters out run you.You're being slaughtered before you even know it.This reminds you of a video game, but never mind that...Your dead.

Player: I don't know, what do YOU have in mind?
DM: You don't know what to do to blow some steam off, apparently, so you just watch a movie and go to bed.
Player: Time to sleep

Player: TRAVEL THROUGH TIME
DM: 
Player: Go to the future
DM: You wake up in the same place you passed out. It's still raining and you wonder how long you've been gone. You look around and you don't recognize most of the buildings. They all look weird and you are worried you may have a concussion or something. But no, you feel fine.The buildings are weird. There's no cars in the street and you look up to find that the cars are actually flying.They're not planes.They're cars.Flying cars.You must be in the future.Welcome to the future, you think to yourself as you shake off the dust and some water and you start to walk to your house.Except that it won't be your house anymore, because who knows how long you've been away.You get home and find out that the same weird futuristic changes have been done to your place and you ring the doorbell. No one answers.You fetch your keys and you try the keyhole, surprisingly enough it works. You are greeted by a robot that recognizes you as the owner of the house and tells you that you've been missing for the last three-hundred years.That's a lot of time. You fit back into society after a few weeks of learning about the future. There's been a couple world wars and Mexico disappeared from the map. Literally.The nukes that Russia and North Korea launched towards the US were deflected by state of the art technology that made all the missiles land in Mexico, filling the land with craters and then just vanishing it beneath the ocean.America is some sort of empire and now Earth is called Planet America.But you're on the right side of capitalism as you become a star. You were the first time traveler and, even though it is possible now, you're technically the first to ever do it because you "did it" three-hundred years ago.You're famous and rich and you live happily in the future.

DM: You get up and go to the bathroom.Your reflection is normal. You're awake.Are you ready to move on?
Player: Order the pineapple pie
DM: You order the pineapple pie.It turns out to be poisoned and you die.
Player: Poisoned?!
DM: You wake up covered in a thin layer of sweat. You write the words «chickens» and «poison» in your dream journal and you wonder what they might mean. You can't remember anything else.

Player: But I DO want to check my reflection
Player: No
Player: Yes, I'm ready now
Player: Take the subway
DM: You take the subway. It's empty.After a few stops, the subway crashes onto another one. You fly through a window and hit your head with the wall.You feel like you've just lost consciousness for about ten hours. You find yourself in a dark tunnel with zero to none light.This reminds you of a story, but never mind that.You feel like there's something you're supposed to be doing...

Player: No
Player: Jump right
DM: OH NO!As you jump right the driver steers the wheel and hits you anyway. Maybe you should've done nothing.When the bumper breaks your legs you hope that maybe you'll roll over the roof?But you're dragged down and the tires tear you apart.It's very painful but also very fast.Now you're dead.

Player: And then (click this option if you're into men)
Player: Ask if you can open a tab
DM: You ask the cute bartender if you can open a tab even if you don't have your wallet or any cash on you.He looks at you suspiciously and eventually let's out a chuckle."Sure, why not?" he says.He gives you a couple of beers and you write a promissory note. He also writes something and you don't know what it is until he gives it to you.It's a phone number. A few days later, after getting a new phone and a new wallet, you call the bartender and tell him that you're on your way. He sounds excited as he tells you he'll be waiting for you.You arrive at the bar and pay the beers that you owed. He gives you a drink on the house and winks at you.
Player: Don't date the bartender guy
DM: He asks you out on a date and you politely decline.Why?Well, who cares. You stopped having weird dreams and you got a new phone and wallet. That's all you need in life, right?

Player: Let's Go!
DM: You were filled with excitement. "Let's go!! Now, let's go now!" You didn't want to bother with packing, you weren't very attached to any of your belongings anyway. Your sword... you wouldn't need it. There was nobody you felt very inclined to saying goodbye to. Would they even care if you were gone anyway? Adrenaline poured into your body like a brisk, powerful waterfall. You couldn't tell if this was because of the excitement of leaving or the fear of what's ahead. You were certain of one thing, if you both were going to leave it would have to be quick. Those suspicious girls may be lingering close by still. You climbed onto Koletis' back. His fur was warm and you felt comfort snuggling into it. It was a feeling you couldn't describe. Is this what babies feel like when embraced by their mother? You felt at ease and safe. You hadn't ever felt this at peace before. Suddenly, all your anxieties have washed away. The waterfall has turned into a gentle stream. Koletis stretched his long limbs outside of the cave. For a moment, you were concerned. He's so large and he sticks out like a sore thumb. Surely we will get caught! But then, when Koletis gracefully made large nimble leaps throughout the forest, you knew that everything was going to be okay. Koletis was large but his steps didn't make a sound. He stood out, yet the world didn't seem disrupted by him. He was a breeze flowing through the trees. You were two whispers in a sea of voices, and your small was suddenly so big. "So..." You smiled, "Where should we go first?"

DM: 
Player: Go to the past
DM: You wake up in a bed and hear a motherly voice telling you that you seemed to have hit your head pretty hard.You tell the voice that you had this weird dream where you got struck by lightning and you traveled to the future, where they had flying cars and robots and weird stuff."Well, you're safe and sound now," the voice says, "back in good old 1935".This reminds you of a movie, but never mind that.You open your eyes wide and repeat the year, fazed. You can't believe you're actually in 1935, that's like a lot of time!The Second World War is going to start in a few years and you are the only one who can stop it!You don't have time to introduce yourself to your might-be mother as you rush out of the house and run to the nearest bus station. But your money from the future might not be accepted by the driver. He shouldn't notice if you pay him with coins, and you do; and he doesn't notice and it turns out that the bus is much much cheaper so you still have a heck-ton of cents.You get to the airport and you buy a ticket. The lady at the desk didn't seem to notice that your bills were at least seventy-something years from the future.You fly to Washington D.C. and you try to talk to the president, but he's the president and he doesn't have time for you.You threaten to blow the whole city and you get arrested. Then you finally claim to have information about an upcoming war and you spit out all the important names and dates that you can remember. The police laugh at you and you're finally released after a couple days of investigation.All you can do now is wait...

Player: Leave the tunnel
DM: You start walking and you encounter a shadow...Something tells you it's a zombie, but when you get closer you realize it's a chicken person!Oh no! Now there's hundreds of chicken people and they're all coming for you!You run and try to get away, but eventually the chicken people catch up to you and start to tear you apart.My god, there's blood everywhere!You suddenly remember you're dreaming and you feel relief.

DM: The next week you go by and you take off your clothes before sitting next to Shalissa, but Raina stops you."Today you'll sit next to Ivan," she says with her sweet voice that you actually like.And you sit next to Ivan. Today's class is different and you wonder if they actually plan these things, because it's supposed to be a course but everyone's in different levels so it wouldn't make sense for the gurus to give you and the more advanced people the same class.But no one seems to bother about it, not even Julia."Talk to each other," Wolf says.Ivan then tells you about all the dreams he's been having. For the last couple of days he's been getting caught by the shadow monster in his dreams. You learn that he's from a foreign country in the Middle East and that he thinks that the shadow monster is a metaphor for the war.You feel kind of bad for Ivan and you're a bit embarrassed to tell him about your blurry purple-skied dreams. You remember that you dreamed about chickens and pie, and you try to make it sound more dramatic because you don't want to bore Ivan. For some reason.When you're done talking, you do the same breathing exercises as last week, but now you add a new step where you must hold your breath for exactly seven seconds before breathing out in your palm. Why? You don't feel like questioning it.It turns out that Shalissa and Greg wait for the bus in the same stop as you, while Julia and Ivan carpool to class from somewhereGood to know, you guess.
Player: Next week
DM: This is Shalissa's last class and the gurus take her to the back room that you'd never noticed before. If your calculations are correct, this is her eighth class, so you still have six more weeks before whatever ritual they perform back there happens to you.Ivan's left in charge and he makes you do the usual breathing exercises.You're now sitting next to Greg.When you talk, Greg tells you about his dreams. He's been dreaming about zombies and you think that sounds kind of cool. He always starts in the same place: the subway.In his nightmares, Greg has no memory, but he know he has to get back to his wife and children. Sometimes he makes it out of the subway and into the city, but he always ends up being eaten by zombies before waking up.You don't remember him talking about this before.You remember your dreams and you know that they had something to do with you losing your keys or your wallet. And there's always a purple sky. Again, your dreams are kind of embarrassing compared to getting caught by a shadow monster (which reminds you of a series, but never mind that) or being eaten alive by zombies (which reminds you of a book you read once).At the end of the class, Shalissa comes out and says goodbye to all of you before disappearing.Wolf and Raina stop you and Julia before you leave."You guys have been showing amazing progress," says Wolf, "I just wanted to congratulate you."You don't even know why they'd say that. They weren't even in class today and you're sure you really haven't been doing anything out of the ordinary.You're not able to lucid dream yet, but you have been getting better sleep.Maybe they just say that to all their students to boost their confidence.You walk out and you say goodbye to Julia before meeting Ivan at the bus stop. Shalissa is not there, but you don't ask.
Player: Week four out of nine
DM: This is Ivan's last class, so he's the one being taken to the back by Wolf and Raina.Are those even their real names? You know Wolf can't really be named like that, but you've heard Raina somewhere before.Now it's down to Greg, Julia and you to talk about your dreams after the breathing.Greg's dreams are still terrifying, but they've stopped being so gory. Julia's dream changed to her being kidnapped somewhere in China or something. You've been recently dreaming about a tower and purple sky, but you're not ashamed of your dreams anymore.You actually like Greg and Julia, they're nice people. And they seem to like you back.Ivan comes running out of the back room and yells at the gurus."Fuck you!" he says before storming off.Wolf and Raina stand there unfazed and apologize for Ivan's behavior.Raina sits next to you and Wolf sits next to Greg. You're now in a circle and the breathing exercises continue as if nothing happened.Julia seems a bit concerned and Greg asks to be excused for a moment. You don't blame him.The class is over and Raina asks to talk to you before leaving. Wolf is talking to Julia and Greg didn't return. "Will you be coming back next week?" she wants to know.
Player: Say no
DM: Yeah. That was too weird. You don't trust this people anymore.Even though you paid for this thing, you can just stop it now. You know enough.You're kinda getting the hang of lucid dreaming and you can practice the breathing at home, so...That should work. You actually stopped having purple skied dreams the day after that and your life could not be better. Or could it?Well, yeah, probably.But you're pretty satisfied right now. Months later you find out that the gurus were criminals or something.They not only arrested them but they also arrested their current students, so you're glad you got out of it when you did. And you got a dog. And you named him Fernando because it sounds nice. And that's the end. You're still here? It's over. Go home. Go!

Player: No

Player: No
Player: But am I really awake?
DM: You put your face really close to the glass. Your breath fogs up the thing and you wipe it clear.You see yourself, looking dumb.Do you like to look dumb?You plug your nose one last time and check your hands.Wakefulness.The mirror is not going anywhere, go do something with your life.
Player: I want to look one last time
DM: You look at yourself one last time, plugging your nose and checking your hands. Your palms are sweaty.This reminds you of a song, but never mind that.You haven't unplugged your nose and it's starting to be noticeable.You need to breathe or else you'll die.You read somewhere that it is impossible for a human to suffocate themselves because the body compels you to remove whatever is obstructing your respiratory track.What happens next?
Player: Hold my breath for as long as I can!
DM: You keep your nose plugged. You start to feel that urge of breathing, but you also feel excitement.What'll happen? How long can you last?Last time you held your breath was at a pool party, you know you lasted more than thirty seconds, but you don't quite remember the exact time.You can beat that time.It's been approximately twenty seconds since you plugged your nose. You don't need air desperatly.You reach the thirty second mark, impressive!You have now been forty seconds without breathing.Great going!Your hand struggles against itself to keep your nose plugged. Your other hand rushes to cover your mouth.Better not breathe accidentally.Fifty seconds.You know you need air. But you want to keep going.Almost a minute, now.You're not sure you're gonna make it.Just a few seconds to go. Your body starts to spasm and your hands want to break free from your own willpower.If you keep moving, you'll waste precious oxygen and won't hold out for sixty seconds.You feel another spasm coming. You hold your breath.Almost a minute, now.
Player: Hold on, I know I can make it
DM: As previously stated, you're no quitter.You tighten your grasp on your face and feel your legs shaking. Your torso lunges to the side and your arms wiggle. Your whole body is writhing.Suddenly, you're not sure that you'll be able to make it.Time slows down as you struggle to keep holding your breath. You fall on your knees and almost unplug your nose and mouth, but you manage to keep going.Your eyes are now wide open as your body begs you for some air. Your lungs are trying to breathe themselves in.Are you gonna die? You don't know. You had your fair share of warnings and now it's time to accept the consequences.With a final shaking, you realize it is now too late.You hit your head with the lower corner of the sink and lose consciousness.And blood, you lose a lot of blood.You reached the sixty second mark and kept going, but you lost count and bashed your temple with hard marble.Your own body betrayed you while trying to save itself from suffocation.Apparently, it is impossible to asfixiate yourself. Had you not hit yourself, you would've breathed with a loud gasp.

Player: Must... obey!

Player: I'm going to get my phone back myself
DM: You go to the pawn shop and you face a new decision.Should you buy your phone back or should you demand it back?
Player: Just buy your phone back
DM: You enter the pawn shop and buy your phone, it was a lot cheaper than when you first got it, and that amuses you. You thank the clerk and you leave. You stopped having weird dreams after that night.

Player: Fall asleep
DM: You wake up feeling well rested and you look for the pencil of your dream journal to write the pleasant dream you just had, but the pencil is nowhere to be found.You get up and step on the little pencil almost losing your balance. You pick up the thing and write your dream, except that you don't remember it.You feel silly for thinking that you would've needed a journal to cure yourself from those nightmares and you laugh.You go out and buy a new wallet and a new cellphone, replacing every service and card. You call your old number, wondering if they'll pick up, but they don't and you're not surprised. After a few days, your weird dreams don't come back and you feel better than ever. Things are going great. This reminds you of a song, but never mind that. Feeling renewed, you start a brand new chapter in your life, finding happines along the way.

Player: NW
Player: NW
Player: NW

Player: Blow it and ruin everything.

Player: Become a supervillain
DM: You can do anything you want with electric superpowers. It turns out that you can generate your own energy, but you can also absorb it.Your first major crime is to steal the whole city's energy unless they pay you a very juicy ransom.And they do.You repeat this in a couple of cities, becoming insanely rich. Disgustingly rich.The police can't stop you because your lightning bolts are faster than their bullets and electricity is always accompanied by a magnetic field, which you can control to divert any shot they actually make.The heckin' army can't take you on. You learned how to control electronics at a distance and choppers, cars and even frickin' tanks obey your commands.The world is yours to rule.Everyone fears you and you have a sweet lair in almost every place of the world that you can afford. And you can afford anywhere. One day, as you are robbing a bank in Amsterdam just for fun, the wall crumbles down and you find a silhouette in the dust that rised from the debris.It's a superhero!It's Rubberman!And that sounds super-lame, but he's immune to your powers.What are you gonna do?
Player: Just surrender, you had a nice run but it's time to stop
DM: You accept that you've been outsmarted by this man and you fall to your knees.There's no way you can beat The Rubberman.He takes you in, immobilizing you with his rubber handcuffs and hopping you on board his rubber carriage pulled by rubber-coated horses.You can't escape the well prepared Rubberman. He really is your nemesis. Your opposite.He's won. You spend your life in a special prison built just for you. Rubber walls, floors and ceilings.Even a rubber toilet!You're forced to wear a rubber jumpsuit and you eat out of rubber plates with rubber cutlery and you sleep on a rubber bed with rubber sheets.You've become the Rubberman, you think; and you laugh.

Player: Refuse to let them in the water
DM: You judge that the water is too dangerous and refuse to let the men even refill their water canteens from it, merely camping alongside it instead. An hour later one of your men happens to dip his hands in the water to wash them and gives a scream of agony, the water has become as hot as fire and burnt his hands badly. Alarmed by the idea that you are not on safe ground you order the camp moved a few hundred yards further west.While the man with burned hands is treated you climb onto a rocky outcrop and survey the area before you. To the west the ridge continues on but to the southwest the valley gives way to closely-growing trees. Startled you spot first one distant flickering orange light among the trees and then another and another. Your men share your discovery and with excited chatter several declare those lights are surely campfires. "It's Donovan's men" declares one excited man but staring at the lights others are more nervous. "It might be savages" one man declares and others murmur their agreement. Nevertheless in the morning's light you turn southwest and descend towards where you saw the fires.

Player: Force your way into a partnership.
Player: Start driving to Bakersfield twice a week!

Player: 5

Player: But I don't drink
DM: Right! Silly you, how could've you forgotten?Well, it's never too late to start drinking.You want to taste alcohol, right?
Player: Right, let's go to that bar

Player: Keep going, you know what's gonna happen next
DM: You don't want to be killed by chicken monsters so you decide to keep going until you get to the woods that you know are coming next.New Other is exhausted, they aren't as fit as you and they fall to their knees.An earthquake shakes the ground and you see a flock of chicken people fleeing in the distance. They're actually coming your way.Maybe they're too scared to notice you?
Player: Escape from the chicken people
DM: You yell at New Other and tell him to run as you start rushing back to the beach.The ground stops shaking but the chicken people already noticed you and they're clucking and clucking with hunger.New Other is still tired and you see them fall again. You stop aswell and you try to shoot all the chickens, but there's too many of them. The chicken people get to New Other and start dismembering him.Horrified, you can't bear to keep looking and you turn away.You feel the beaks and the claws on your back and, before you know it, you find yourself on the ground being eaten alive by the chicken people.At least there are other worlds besides this one. Maybe you're safe and sound in one of them...

Player: Say yes
DM: You promised Raina that you'd come back and here you are.You're kind of surprised to see Greg back as well. You assumed he'd been scared off by Ivan's storming off.Julia is also back so it's now reduced to the three of you.You breath in and out and Wolf approaches you."Can I touch your back?" he asks.You're kind of unsure, but you agree and he just places his palm on your lower back.And that's it. His hand sits there for a few minutes before he releases it .You're not sure how to feel, but you guess it was OK.Raina asked Julia to touch Greg's back and they agreed, so now they're kinda busy and you're left to do some breathing exercises by yourself.You still haven't been able to control your dreams and you're pretty sure that you should be doing so by now. The reality checks you've been doing at home are not really helping so you consider stopping them, but you've been trying for over a month so why stop now?You don't talk about your dreams that day. You're about to go to the bus stop when Greg walks up to you and asks you if you want to carpool with him and Julia.
Player: No, thanks, I'll take the bus

Player: Run Away!
DM: You start running as fast as your little legs can carry you, but the Tiger breaks into a run after you! You know, Tigers can run a whole lot faster than people can! He bounds into you and you feel something sharp pierce through your neck...

Player: I will
Player: Remember
DM: You do a quick reality check and you realize that you can breathe through your plugged nose.You're dreaming!
Player: Time to do a waking up
DM: You wake up and you realize that the reality checks do work. That thing was probably going to turn into a nightmare.This happens for the following nights, and you keep writing down everything in your dream journal.In time, you stop immediatly waking up after doing a reality check and you start to be able to control your dreams, which is quite fun to do.You now have only lucid dreams and your life couldn't be better. You stopped having weird dreams after a week or so and now you actually sleep better than ever.

Player: Go jogging
DM: You catch up to your neighbor and they look quite good in their jogging clothes.You're just wearing trash you found in your closet."Lookin' sharp!" they say when they see you.You thank them and you start to jog along. You don't know if your neighbor is going slowly on purpose because they know that you may not have the stamina to run at their pace, but you don't mind that. Jogging is actually kind of fun and you manage to get a few laps around the park. When you're done you feel invigorated by the energy or something. Even though you didn't have a very good night's sleep, you feel amazing.Your neighbor asks you for brunch and you agree. You have some pizza and you wonder if this is actually a good meal for a jogger."No, it isn't," your neighbor giggles, "but I just like pizza so much!".After spending the rest of the Saturday doing stuff, you go back to sleep and you have high hopes. You don't dream about the purple sky and you decide to take up jogging as a hobby from now on.

DM: You won't sleep until you know what just happened.You stop sleeping for a few days and all you do is read about the multiverse theory. You learn about quantum mechanics and you start to come up with some ideas of your own.You study physics and you search for every single piece of information you can find.You look for other cases similar to yours. Maybe you're not the first one to encounter their other self.You start to take risks because maybe you'll be saved by yourself again, but it doesn't happen. All you get is a heck ton of scars.You try to open portals of your own. First with your mind since you might be able to do it, it could be an ability that you don't know you have. You meditate and you train your spirit and body while trying to build a machine that could break time and space.You know the theory for traveling through time (into the future), it's all about the speed. But how about reality?There are lots of arguments and theories. Some are scientifically supported and some are just people talking about the power of will. You can't really get the grasp of space-time traveling. Not on this Earth.Maybe, if alternate realities are real, you've already cracked this mystery in another time and another place. But you need to do it too.Your machine is supposed to creat vibrations that tap into the cosmic fabric, allowing you to at least have a peek at other universes. After a decade of experimentation and things like that, it's time to test the machine.But first, one final choice.
Player: Should you recalibrate the machine?
DM: I don't know. Perhaps. (congrats, you found the secret Comic Sans MS font).You recalibrate the machine and tweak it a bit before entering it.You turn it on and put all the safety things where they should go.The vibration starts and your special vibration-resistant window lets you look at the world becoming blurrier.You activate the second gear of your machine and the world seems to get brighter. You feel the vibration getting more and more intense.You put the machine in it's third and penultimate gear. Your laboratory outside starts to disappear as another scape begins to show.Your machine is working!
Player: Stop the machine, this is good enough

Player: Treecko, I choose you!
DM: Coongratulations! You chose Treecko! Now go along on your journey to find yourself with your pokemon!
Player: Let's do it!
DM: After you chose your Treecko, it's been happily walking beside you on your first journey. It chirps cheerfully beside you, and your steps are almost perfectly in sync. It stops, looking around wearily. It seems to hear something, something dangerous. It gets into fighting stance and growls at the bushes near you.
Player: Stand and fight
DM: You stand confidently behind Treecko, who waits for whatever is snarling in the bushes to come out. Suddenly, a tiny Marill pops out, looking innocently up at you. You laugh and kneel down to pet it, and it rubs it's ears against your hand. Treecko stands up and smiles at it, and for a little while they run around and play. Then, Marill comes up to you and pokes one of your pokeballs. It seems it wants to be caught!
Player: Well then let's catch it!
DM: You smile down at the tiny Marill and pull an empty pokeball out of your bag. You lightly tap it on the head, and it goes right in and catches without a single problem. You send it back out and pet it, letting it walk with you to the next town beside Treecko. When you arrive, you treat your new pokemon to some delicious tourist food, and soon they're ready to go back out and train! Congratulations! You win!

Player: Sure, carpooling is good for the environment
DM: You give them your address and, luckily, it is on their usual way.You talk during the ten minute trip and you get to know both of them better.Julia is single and she lives with a roommate in an apartment near a university, but she's not studying anything, it was just a cheap place.She is currently writing a romantic novel and she likes pop music.Greg is married and lives in the suburbs, but he works in the city. He has two young daughters and his neighbor is one of those crazy people who collect guns.You tell them about yourself, your music taste, your current status and your hobbies. And you finally get home.You wave at them goodbye and they drive away. Julia's the driver, by the way. Her car is red.
Player: Sixth week
DM: You get early and you only see Wolf. He tells you that Raina will be late but he doesn't explain why."Have you started lucid dreaming?" he asks.Every time you realize you're dreaming you immediately wake up and it's getting kind of annoying, you explain.He tells you that that's a normal thing and you'll eventually get the hang of it.Greg and Julia eventually show up and you all start to breathe together. You were sort of expecting to see a new class member today because the place feels kind of empty with only three students.Raina finally arrives and she hugs everyone including you for some reason.You talk about your dreams and Greg explains that he's been having lucid dreams all week. Julia talks about her only two lucid dreaming nights and you feel a little envious, but you're also happy for them.When the class is over, you carpool with Julia and Greg again."Next class is my final class," says Greg, "I'm a bit nervous. I wonder what they'll do to me in that back room." he says only half joking.Julia assures him that there's nothing to worry about and you're not so sure, but you decide to remain silent.You get home.

Player: Keep yelling at him to be quiet

DM: You may now choose your stats. Each stat has a maximum of 10, and affect skill checks. Points remining = 29Your stats = Strength = 0 Agility = 0 Charisma = 0 Kindness = 0 Perception = 1 Intelligence = 0 Physical traitsStrength - Measures your physical strength. This is good for characters who want to focus both on skills that involve manual labour, or those who wish to focus on melee combat. Agility - Measures your reflexes, and your ability to very quickly respond to events. Ideal for sneaky builds, or those that rely on speed for combat rather than brute strength. This is good for characters who want to be quick, and is also useful for general combat skills.Social TraitsCharisma - Measures your ability to convince ponies, as well as other races that use language. This is good for characters who wish to speak their way through problems, and can be used in Kindness - Measures your ability to connect with animals, as well as children. This is good for characters who want to spend time with natureIntelligence traitsPerception - Measures your ability to see things in the world that others might miss. Good for characters who want to solve problems by noticing small details.Intelligence - Measures your wisdom, knowledge and deductive abilities. This is good for characters who wish to discover, as well as those who specialize in problem solving. This is highly recommended for unicorn characters who wish to heavily spec into magic

Player: No thanks
DM: You decline the offer and tell her that you have things to do. But you don't, you just still don't feel like doing that.You spend your day at the city, you go to the movies and you treat your heroic self with a fancy dinner at a restaurant.When the day is through, you go back home.There's someone in your living room.Before you can do anything, they shoot you and you fall to the ground, aching.They tell you that they want revenge for their cousins (you assume it was the guys you killed) and they shoot you three more times. You die instantly.

DM: You take the cute police officer out on a date and you hit it off right away. You find yourself liking him a lot and you're thankful that he put his number in your phone.He walks you home and kisses you goodnight, but there's more to it. He's not leaving yet and you know what that means.You spend the night with him and find him leaving for work the next morning. He tells you he had a wonderful time and that he wishes to see you again. After a few weeks of on an off nights spent together, you go official and move in for a while. Then, after some months, you know that you love him.You get married after a couple of years after you popped the question and you know you couldn't be happier.

DM: You have named the jet ski "Highseas Casket". It revs its engine as a sign of respect.

Player: Please, wake up (click this option if you're into women)
DM: You open your eyes and see a bright white light.A hospital light, you imagine.You can't tell how long it's been. In your dream, it felt like years."You're awake," says a female voice.A nurse.You ask the nurse where you are and she explains to you that you've been in a coma for the last five years. You've been in the hospital, receiving visits from your few friends and sometimes mumbling some words."Where you having bad dreams?" She asks, almost sounding entertained.You respond that she has no idea. You know you felt a lot of distress. Years of psychological torture sure have scarred your mind. You're too afraid to do a reality check so you just go along with it.You won't leave the hospital until you're partially recovered, so you ask the nurse to call your friends and let them know the good news. They all show up with cake and pizza and you ask the nurse if you can eat that."Just a little bit," she says, "you don't want to be puking all around".You have a lovely afternoon with your friends and they all tell you about their last couple of years. You listen to them trying to remember most of the changes. One of them got engaged and the other one broke up with their partner, you're not surprised that some of them are missing. Maybe they'll arrive later.When the day is over, you're too afraid to go back to sleep."That happens all the time," explains the nurse, "you'll be alright. Don't worry".
Player: Trust her and fall asleep
DM: Trusting her, you fall asleep surprisingly easily.You wake up the next day feeling fully rested and there are no traces of having had a bad dream.The nurse greets you good morning and you finally learn her name. It turns out to be a very pretty name.She's been taking care of you since you first arrived at the hospital brought by your closest friend who found you on your PJ's lying on your bathroom floor all covered in blood. She asks you if you remember the accident and you feel really embarrassed to tell. You lie to her and say that you slipped with your own foot, which is not as embarrassing as telling the truth.You held your breath for so long that you fell into a coma.Now that's a good one.You get along fine with the nurse and you find yourself liking her, even falling for her.After days of physical therapy and real food, you ask her out and she says yes. Years later, she says yes to another question and you get married. Fitting back into society after five years of coma was hard, but she helped you with it and you know that she's the most important person in your life. You want to spend the rest of your days and nights with her, especially now that you don't have nightmares anymore.You actually stopped having dreams, it was probably a side effect of being comatose all those years, but you don't care. Your wife is the only dream come true that you need.

Player: Am I dead?
DM: You open your eyes and find yourself in bed. You touch your temple and find no blood.Was it all a dream?You quickly plug your nose and find it hard to breathe. You look at your hands and they appear to be normal.You're a bit afraid to go to the bathroom, but you get up and do it.Your reflection is fine.You seem to be awake, but you remember the dream perfectly. You held your breath...Wait, that was stupid! Only in a dream could you have acted like that.You feel well rested and you don't remember having had that weird dream so everything looks fine.You take a shower and get dressed, you have a bowl of cereal for breakfast and you head out into the world.Something's off and you can't really point your finger at what it is. The birds are chirping, the cars are honking, people are walking by; everything's normal. The sky is purple as usual and that's when you realize that you left your watch. You go back inside and put on your watch before going out again.You hail a cab because you don't wanna be late and you give him the adress. You can't remember where you're going, but you don't care. The cab driver turns around and you see he has a dog nose. That's funny.You get off the cab and walk. You find the ball you think you were looking for and pick it up. It's a red tennis ball. You turn around and throw it into the cab. The driver goes crazy and fetches it, barking happily.You remember the reality checks and plug your nose again. You can't breath.The sky is still purple. You don't remember it having always been purple. Was it blue before?It was!
Player: I AM DREAMING, WAKE UP!
DM: You try and try but you can't wake up.What's going on? You start to feel desperate.You slap yourself across the face and pinch your arm. It hurts.Why does it hurt?Find some water. Wake up.You run towards the nearest river and cannonball in.You can't wake up!That reminds you of a song, but never mind that.WAKE UP!WAKE UP!WAKE UP!

Player: "I really am sorry..."
DM: "I really, really am. I never meant for you to be trapped here. Or for you to be here at all. Just don't act like we aren't in this together now, okay? I don't want this to be bad for either of us. I got you into this and I want to get you out," You inch closer to her as you speak, trying to show how genuine you are being. Liz looks over at you, her distaste fading away as she sees your desperation."Okay..." She sighs. "I believe you." She turns away from you as Daddy opens the basement door and eases his way down toward the cage. Now with his presence, you see Liz get scared and she actually creeps towards you as if to say 'take her'! When he gets to the cage, he smiles at the two of you."Who wants a movie night?" Daddy looks between the two of you, waiting for a volunteer. When neither of you do anything, his face contorts into frustration. "Well? Whose it going to be? Tess?"
Player: Save Liz

DM: "Please... Daddy..." You look up at him with round doe eyes and try to still your trembling lip. Your desperation has grown enough to warrant the risk of pleading."What did I just say?" He kicks you straight in the face and you see stars. A sharp, stabbing pain radiates from the base of your nose and you know it's broken. You turn over and breath heavily, trying to ignore the pain. Daddy's fist loosens and his rage-induced grimace falls away to his sensitive side. Kneeling down, he speaks softly. "What do you want, Tess?"
Player: "I... I want a friend.."
DM: "Okay..." Daddy smiles, "That can be arranged." He pats you on your head and leads you back to your cage. You sit down in your cage, shocked that he actually is letting you have a friend. Maybe it'll be a puppy! That'd be great. You love puppies. After a week, you start to think that he's lied to you but he always reassures you that, "Your friend will be here soon. I promise." He acts like he's got to be careful about it.Then her sniffling explains everything. Your friend is finally here and she looks a lot like you. "Meet Liz," Daddy smiles as if he is offering you the best gift in the world, "She's your new friend! Are you happy?"You look at Daddy and nod hesitantly before he shoves her into the cage, locks it, and wanders back upstairs. Taking in her tattered appearance, it looks like she was shoved into a trunk before she came here. She doesn't look at you and you know for a fact that this is your fault. She is only here because you asked her to be. You feel the need to say something, anything, but can't decide exactly what. Nor can you decide how you feel. But you forge ahead anyway.
Player: "You okay?"
DM: Liz shakes her head no as hard as she possibly can, looking up at you with her big eyes. You smile reassuringly but Liz just buries her face into her legs and doesn't speak to you. Frowning, you lean back onto your dirty blanket and sigh. "Can't we just be friends?" You ask, "We're both in this situation and maybe it'd just make it a little easier, you know? Just... to have a friend right here with you.""Is that why I'm here," Liz growls at you, "So you can have a friend. So you can suffer less? You're just selfish, aren't you?""No!" You exclaim, not wanting to admit that she is right about you. "I'm just trying to make the best of a tough situation.""Yeah. Whatever you say." She turns away from you as Daddy opens the basement door and eases his way down toward the cage. Now with his presence, you see Liz get scared and she actually creeps towards you as if to say 'take her'! When he gets to the cage, he smiles at the two of you."Who wants a movie night?" Daddy looks between the two of you, waiting for a volunteer. When neither of you do anything, his face contorts into frustration. "Well? Whose it going to be? Tess?"
Player: "Liz can go.."
DM: Daddy shrugs and duct tapes Liz's lips before guiding her upstairs. You stare in disbelief as they retreat into the dim lighting of the stairwell. The odds of him not noticing were slim yet... there he goes. Right up the stairs. Inching forward just to make sure you weren't seeing things. The door was slightly ajar! He didn't close it completely! Without any hesitation you dart out of the cage and begin creeping up the stairs. Pressing your ear against the wooden panels, you can just make out the audio of a movie and... nothing. Your hand creeps up to the knob and your heart races up into your throat, the pounding loud enough to drown out the movie. With a sense of determination, you push open the door only to find an empty room. Now, out in the open, you can hear Daddy's moaning from the bedroom. He took advantage of her being alone.Though, your time to take advantage is now as well. You silently close the basement door and creep to the front one. Daddy's grunts stop. Undoing the latch, you quietly push your way out into the night. Leaving the door slightly ajar so you can make your way quietly through the screen, you hear soft whimpering and Daddy muttering, "Time to go back to bed, Liz."You realize that you have to...
Player: Get Help
DM: You flee into the night and stumble down the driveway. The screen door eases quietly shut and you see headlights coming down the road. You rush to the side of the road and wave your arms frantically. The vehicle speeds past you, but just a few seconds later, the wheels screech and it skids to a stop. You run up to the driver, tears pouring down your face. He looks to you with wide eyes and glances around before asking, "Are you okay?""He... he has my friend still. And he's gonna hurt her! Please, you've gotta help. Please!" You plead, clinging to the car door, your dirty hair pouring over your shoulders and into his vehicle."Fuck!" He says as he pulls out his phone and dials 911, "Fuck! You better get in the car." You scramble to the passenger side and hop in as he pulls away. You don't hear the rest of his conversation as you numbly come to the realization that you're out. And alive. You certainly didn't expect that. The man in the car looks at you a few times and then seems to give up and looks out the window. Must be looking for an address. Soon, you hear sirens flood the street. Neighbors pour out of their houses and police barge through the door to your prison of eleven years. You watch as they drag a bloodied Daddy out of the house, followed by a beaten but breathing Liz. She smiles as she finds what are presumably her parents, but all you have to hold onto for comfort is this stranger who picked you up. That's all you have to hope for here. But even here, all the cops are calling you a... Little Angelic Savior. (Ending 23)

Player: Why am I not waking up?
DM: You've heard of sleep paralysis before, it happens when your mind is awake and your body isn't.But you're still in your own dreamland. Your dreamworld. However it's called.You think you hear a voice calling your name.Who is it? You live alone.You wonder where your body is as you scour the land with your eyes. You recognize nothing.Are you in the bathroom? You remember hitting your head there.You try to wake up but nothing works.Might as well try to fly. You've always wanted to try lucid dreaming, that was the whole reason for the reality checks.You climb the highest building and find yourself on the roof. Should this not work out, you couldn't die. Not in a dream.You run towards the edge and jump off. The purple sky embraces your leap of faith. You start falling. And you fall.Faster.Stop falling, this doesn't feel good.You keep on falling.Fly. Fly. Fly!
Player: Focus!
Player: Don't fall asleep
DM: You stay up all night. It is a cold long night, but the nurse promised to stay with you even after her shift ended.You don't sleep and she keeps you up by telling you about her and how it is to work in a hospital.She says she enjoyed taking care of you and that she's grateful that you're now awake, even if you refuse to sleep.You don't want to keep her up, but you really don't want to sleep. You know that you'll eventually have to do it or die frome sleep depravation, so you ask for a warm glass of milk and she gets it for you. You fall asleep as the sun rises and she leaves. You never wake up.

Player: No, I don't drink
DM: Standing there in the middle of sidewalk, you remain firm to you principles.Not drinking is a good way to live one's life.But one beer won't kill ya, whaddaya say?
Player: Just one beer, no more

Player: Fight the chicken people
DM: You don't trust the chicken people. You know what they are capable of.You take out your guns and you start shooting.One. Two. Three corpses with three shots.Five. Six. Seven dead chicken people.You kill two of them with one bullet. But they keep coming and the ground's still shaking, making it hard for you to aim.A big crack opens between you and the chicken people, stopping them for a few moments before they realize they can jump over it.You shoot and reload and then shoot and reload and then you shoot again and you reload again.A peck on your arm surprises you and you kill the chicken person responsible for it.A peck on your leg makes you bleed and fall to your knee.Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two dead chicken people.A peck on your neck makes you groan. But you keep killing.There's no stopping this bloodbath now. You don't know where New Other is, but you hope they're safe.You're consumed by a firing frenzy that numbs pain and lets you kill over and over again. When you're done, you're surrounded by hundreds of chicken people corpses. And you're bleeding out.The earthquake stopped somewhere in between the shooting.New Other comes to you and holds you in their arms.You say goodbye and close your eyes.They're safe, they'll keep looking for the Tower...

Player: Hell yeah! I'm an adult and I want some booze

Player: Don't search for the Tower
DM: You're done with that whole towering circus and you explain to New Other that if they want to get back, they have to find the Tower of Time and Space. You give them your revolvers and you're gone.You leave the area and New Other is too drunk to follow. You never hear from New Other ever again. But you're happily living amongst the chicken people who accepted you as their own.You married a chicken person opposite to your sex and you had beautiful little chicken-human babies. And I guess you died of old age or something.

Player: No! I don't drink
DM: You don't drink and that's ok.You start walking home and suddenly a guy jumps out of an alley. He's holding a knife.You know his gonna ask for you wallet."Give me your wallet!" he says. You know you called it but it's not very satisfying.This looks like a good time to do a reality check so you plug your nose. The guy stares at you and frowns. He's not wearing a mask or anything; if you saw this guy again, you'd probably call the cops on him, but right now you're too busy thinking of what to do next.
DM: You turn around and run as fast as you can. You hear the robber following, but after a few turns around corners, you manage to lose the guy and head back to safety in numbers.You blend in with the crowd and look back to see if you're finally away from danger.You are safe at last from the robber. This reminds you of a song, but never mind that.Your heart is beating fast from the adrenaline, you've never felt this way before. You just want to go home and get some rest, you don't even care about what you'll dream.
DM: Finally in the comfort of your bed, you're still feeling a bit uneasy. You've locked all your doors and windows and you're sure that you weren't followed by anyone. You remember the guy's face and the size of the knife he was carrying.He could've killed you!You eventually fall asleep and find yourself in a world with purple skies, chickens, and robbers.This is, by far, the worst nightmare you've had so far.And that's it! A nightmare!You plug your nose and breathe just fine, confirming that you're dreaming.You wish for all the chickens to go away and they do. The clucking stops, but there's still some robbers coming to get you.Gaining full control of your subconscious, you fly away to the safety of a rooftop and enjoy the view of all the criminals being arrested by the army you summoned.
DM: You wake up feeling rested and write in great detail everything that happened. Your dream journal only has a few entries, but it could get fuller in time.You take a shower and get dressed. Something tells you to check the news and you find the guy that tried to rob you being arrested. You feel a lot safer now that you know he's behind bars. And you managed to keep your wallet!You should've gone to the police, but he got arrested anyway. You no longer have weird purple sky dreams and life has gone back to normal.

DM: Leaving is too risky. At least here you know what to expect and how to survive. You push the scissors out of the way of the door and lock it yourself. Daddy keeps you safe. You can't fight him, you don't want to. Not anymore. You remember every time he gave you food and water, when he spent an entire week painting the outside room, and how he says he built this entire basement just for you. You wrap the blanket you've had since birth around yourself and assume the fetal position. This cell is all you know. It's your whole world. You aren't quite ready to leave that yet, so for now you're okay with being...Encaged. (Ending Eight)

DM: You tell the driver to keep doing what he does best: driving.And so the driver drives the taxicab and you get to Julia's place first."Thank you, mister driver man," she says, then she looks at you, "Are you going to come with me or would you rather stay with Greg?".What should you do?
Player: Go with her
DM: You pay the driver your share and you wish Greg the best of luck.You walk Julia to her place and she suddenly kisses you. You kiss her back because why the heck not?She opens the door and you both go inside. Her roommate seems to be asleep and Julia starts to take your clothes off before attending to herself. The next morning you don't have to face any hangover, but you see Julia with a grimace and you go to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. Her roommate is there and she looks at you with an amused face.She knows what you did.You give Julia the water and you tell her that you need to go to work."You can use my shower if you want," she says hoarsely.
Player: Use the shower
DM: You go into the bathroom and get naked before stepping in.The door slowly opens and her roommate walks in, but you've already pulled the curtain to cover yourself.You ask her what she's doing and she laughs."Relax, I'm just brushing my teeth," she says, "unless you want to do something else."Wow.Just...Wow.What is it with people?
Player: Take her offer
DM: Sure. You've always been a morning person.She walks into the shower with you and you don't really know how to feel. Julia is in the next room but she's probably gonna sleep because of her hangover.If this is some sort of weird luck, you're not complaining. You step out of the shower feeling dirtier than you did before going in, but you know you're clean enough.The roommate gives you a goodbye kiss and tells you to stop by anytime.Will they talk about it?Who knows. You find yourself thinking about Greg. You wonder how he's doing. You never really got anyone's number.
Player: Julia's final class or week eight
DM: Julia shows up late and she refuses to talk to you.You never called her and she never called you. You didn't exchange numbers but you knew each other's addresses, so it was both of your faults.All of your dreams are lucid now and you feel better than ever. You don't even have to try anymore and the purple sky is long gone.Wolf and Raina take Julia to the back room and you find yourself alone.But you're okay with it. It's not long before Julia storms out of the back room. She angrily looks at you and then she goes away.You don't really know if you want to come back next week, but the curiosity is killing you.Wolf and Raina join you for the rest of the class and no one talks about Julia's reaction. Your final class is next week.

Player: Just one beer and I'll head home

Player: Date the bartender guy
DM: He asks you out on a date and you politely accept his offer.You go out to a restaurant and you walk him home. You spend the night at his place.He doesn't have to go to work until late in the afternoon, so you stay together watching movies and eating take out. You like him. After dating for a couple of years, you get married and you couldn't be happier.

Player: Pick a number from the Random Number Table and add it to your marksmanship. If you are trained in Special Forces, add 1.

Player: Search.

Player: Ask him why anyone might want to have killed Gabriel

Player: Look in the mirror
DM: Zita Dear, if you were to look in the mirror, you would see a rotting corpse, killed by her own hands, perhaps still purple around the neck where the rope was only sliced away several, several hours after your death.Of course, that image is not so romantic. I rather thought you would have poisoned yourself, died softly and soundly in your own bed. Each of your own breaths pulled from you as you crept slowly, yet relatively kindly into death.But if you had been alive, you would have seen dark hair and dark eyes, soft, smooth, dark skin and a lovely set of breasts.Of course, those breasts have gone to waste now, as I could no longer squeeze them once you were dead. And if I had, I would have received funny looks at your funeral.But besides the breasts, you stole my heart with your wit and charm. And I'm sure that was how you captured Murdock's as well.You were fiery. Respectable, until the person you were laughing at had turned his back.I suppose you wouldn't remember Mister Uretsky falling face first down the main stairway in the Benitz Mansion. But he did, and broke three of his front teeth.You bursted into laughter and were promptly scolded by your own mother, and never invited back.But that was alright. That place was stuffy and uptight anyway.Silly Zita.
Player: Pull the sheets from the bed
DM: I cursed when the blanket I thought I had gripped firmly around me, slipped from me and onto the ground. The cool morning air bit at my skin, but reminded me of when you would bite my skin, albeit, warmer.So for a moment I relished in the thought. I thought of your soft lips yet alarmingly sharp teeth tear through my skin like the snake you were, Zita. I recalled having to wear scarves even on some warm days as to hide those snakebites of yours, Zita.And if you have poisoned me, it would have been a poison of love, which is perhaps the most lethal poison of them all.At least, it felt that way, as I clutched myself with my hands, as my skin froze and my heart ached more than a thousand snakebites.I pulled myself to my feet, with a heave of an arm reached and threw the sheets back onto the bed, slipped on my slippers, and slipped down the stairs, at last.
Player: Close the front door
DM: The door whipped shut as I held the envelope tightly in my hands.I gasped.And when I looked back down at my hands, it was gone.Zita, it was gone.I looked around, thinking perhaps I had dropped it, but it was nowhere. It was as tangible as you had been, and in an instant, it was gone.But it had been there. I saw it, I touched it.I saw you, I touched you.And then, just like the envelope, you were gone. Like some dream. Like some drunken dream. But I pinched and bit myself and it was no dream.I stood there in the foyer, shaken but sober.I reached and pulled the door back open.And standing there, some tall, dark figure, held the envelope that was stamped with my wax seal.

Player: Give him my wallet

DM: "What do you mean sir?""I am a brown eye as well. The color you see now, are contacts. I changed my name along time ago. I have also died my hair blonde. I used to have red hair."How?"Excuse me sir? Red hair?""Yes, that's right.""I didn't know that even existed!""It did...a long time ago, in the Eerie, my homeland.""Where is that, if you don't me asking sir?""Oh...it's in this sector...Herr Black. Utterly decimated now. We...I mean my people foolishly resisted during the invasion. Anyway...don't repeat this information. We're falling behind your class mates.""Okay Herr Spitzer""Look, you'll always fall behind...just give in and life will be better for you. Trust me.""I understand sir. Thank you.""Now, let's move on, shall we?""Yes sir."I guess I just can't win with this eye color.Even though my father is chancellor of Area 7, and that my grandfather collaborated with the Germans, nothing will ever change the fact that we are not poster children of the Aryan race.Benjamin probably feels the same way. Ruling class son, and yet no respect. Wrong phenotypes. Speak of the devil.
Player: Ben 2
Player: Answer 2
DM: "Albert Speer""That's correct. The most glorious of the Third Reich's architects....ehh you get the idea."Even Herr Spitzer, the SS appointed instructor, has to tone down the propaganda sometimes."Alright class, please follow my lead, single file"
Player: Into the Museum of National Triumph 2

Player: Have dinner with him
DM: You say yes and after changing into a nice dress Marc takes you to fine resturant for dinner. You both enjoy yourself, and after dinner he walks you to your room and ends the date with a soft, polite kiss. He asks you out again and you date through college. You realize that he is a bit too smart for you, you've always perferred jocks anyway but Marc is very sweet and you grow to care about him alot. After college, Marc purposes and you say yes. Within a year of your marriage he becomes a famous physicist and you become a trophy wife, the beautiful blonde that hangs on his arm during parties. The life of a rich house-wife gets to you and you start drinking heavily until one night you pass out with your head in the toilet and drown in your sleep. ~Game Over~

Player: Lynch the soldiers

Player: Face the morning (click here if you're into men)
DM: You dreamed with a purple sky and did a reality check, realizing that you weren't really awake. You wake up the moment you know you are dreaming and write some words in your dream journal.You take a shower, get dressed and have some breakfast before deciding what to do with your day.The doorbell rings and you wonder who it might be.You open the door and find a handsome police officer with your wallet in his hand."I believe this belongs to you," he says, handing your robbed goods to you.You are dazzled by his beauty and can't fight the urge of asking him out on a date. You take your wallet, thank him, and, just before he walks away, you ask for his number."My number?" He cuestions.You explain to him that you're not asking for the emergencies number and he lets out an entertained chuckle."Sure," he says, lighting up your mood, "I have time for a happy hour today".He gives you his digits and you suddenly feel confident.The day goes by quickly as you wait for the clock to hit the happy hour time. You call your date and he tells you that he'll wait for you at the bar.You hit it off right away and he ends up walking you home and kissing you goodnight. He has the day off tomorrow and you want to take him out on a proper date. You dated him only for a few months because then you got engaged. It was a rushed decision, but it felt like the right one. You stopped having weird dreams since the first night you met him and now you're happily married with the man of your dreams.

Player: Die later.
DM: 1, 2, 3. Oops. You died.

Player: Southwest into the Forrest

Player: Don't Shoot Him
DM: Kipler and his men burst in behind you, but far too late. The mobster fires his gun and Markus falls to the ground. The three criminals look toward the door and Kipler shouts for them to freeze. The killer turns and runs for the store back, which has a small exit. One of the other mobsters pulls out another gun and one raises his hands over his head. Kipler shoots the armed thug in the shoulder, successfully disarming the criminal. One of Kipler's men chases the killer, tackling the man just outside the back door. You stand frozen, horror-struck at the turn of events. People poor out of the Blue Rooster, wishing to know what all the ruckus is. Kipler and his remaining man arrest the two mobsters left up front. You cannot move for a long time.Congratulations! You have finished the game. Not a very happy ending, though. If you care enough, play again in search for a more positive ending.

DM: You hurriedly pull everything out of your pockets. Your money and keys fall onto the ground. You blurt, "Take everything. You can have all of my money. Take my keys and everything in my house. I'll even give you the clothes on my back if you'll just please-" Your offer is cut short by a slash at your neck that barely misses just as you lean away. Your quick reflexes saved you from an opened throat by mere milliseconds. He looks at you indifferently. His eyes are icy. You get the feeling that your entreaty did not move him one bit. He lunges and slashes at you with his steel blade again. You jump out of the way just in time. Your time is running out.

DM: "Alright, everyone off the bus!"Yes Herr Spitzer.What are we even supposed to see at this stupid museum anyway? What's the point of this field trip?"Ehm. Alright, we have approximately 2 hours to spend in the museum. Please do not dawdle, but at the same time, make sure to take in as much of the glorious triumph of our nation over our greatest foe as possible!"Yes Herr Spitzer. Of course Herr Spitzer."Hey Alexander! You must feel really lucky, being an außenseiter and all."Ugh. This shit again."What is that supposed to mean?""Well, your family is from Area 7.""My family has proven countless times that we are more than worthy to be called German.""Just face the facts, you'll never be a pure blood like I"
Player: Fight Him
DM: "You want to find out who really is more superior, you little Aryan shit?""Bring it fucking on, brown Jew pig!"I'm going to bust this fucker's mouth wide open-"That is enough!"Shit. Herr Spitzer."How dare you fight in this glorious monument! This will not go unpunished!""Yes Herr Spitzer""Herr Abretcht, you will face detention for a month.""Ughhh.""As for you, brown eye, you face correction.""W-what?! Please Herr Spitzer, not correction!""It's too late. I'm calling it in. This is the price you pay for assaulting a member of the true blood race."

DM: "Well, Britain was settled by Germanic groups, so I'm probably more pure blood then you are. In fact you probably have some filthy-""That is enough! I will not have bickering about heritage here. Herr Albretcht, you have no right to question his bloodlines. You know we do not accept students who are not pure""Yes sir...""As for you, Herr Black-"Here we go again."We shall speak of this when we get back, and a proper punishment will be arranged"Ughh. Always favoring the goddamn Aryan poster-boy. I can't win with this eye color.Even though my father is chancellor of Area 7, and that my grandfather collaborated with the Germans, nothing will ever change the fact that we are not poster children of the Aryan race.Benjamin probably feels the same way. Ruling class son, and yet no respect. Wrong phenotypes. Speak of the devil.

DM: Fuck you."Yes, yes, you're right as always. Blues are always right.""You're damn straight of that Alexander. Never forget that you are lower than I""And what do we have here?""Nothing Herr Spitzer.""Nothing.""Well, then let's move along, if there really is nothing going on."

Player: Inquire

Player: Defend yourself!
DM: When you think he's within range, you swing your fist outward, aiming for his head.He drops down, still charging, and tackles you. Now you're stuck lying on your back with Mike above you. He opens his mouth, you can see the small slug or worm-like creatures inside his mouth. He leans in close to you and screams "I'll kill you!"The shout flings one of the worms onto the edge of your face.You can feel it inching it's way along your jaw, then your chin. You struggle to get your arms free of Mike's grip, driven into a panic at the idea of the small, flesh colored, purple veined, slime-covered being crawling near your mouth.Reaching your mouth, the creature pushes to enter between your lips. You press your mouth shut, refusing to allow it inside you.You succeed. It can't get in.Unfortunately, the worm realizes this.And crawls upward. Toward your nose.

Player: Agree Reluctantly
DM: "...Yeah. I guess.""Well, since you've figured out the obvious, let's move on to the next exhibit! Come on, fellow browns!"

Player: Follow Reluctantly
DM: If the Jews weren't safe, then who's next? Those whose lineage can't be traced back to Germany? Those who don't speak German?Those who have brown eyes?"One thing is for certain, however. The Third Reich will always be triumphant, no matter what you do. There is no hiding from the domination of the perfect race!"Shut up you stupid exhibit.Shut up.You will not take me away.I will not be the next minority to be systematically purged.
Player: Say Something

Player: Admit it
DM: "Yes...Herr Sptizer...I agree with your verdict to send me to correction. If believing in human rights deserves to be corrected, then my place is clearly there."If I run here, I will most likely die. If i go to correction....maybe I'll have a chance to survive. Maybe I'll even escape..."Filthy Jew. Thank you for making this easy for me, Herr Black. Perhaps if you amend your ways, you'll be let out within your lifetime""Fuck You.""Yes. I would like one armed escort for a Jewish sympathizer. He's very dangerous. Please hurry. Thank you."Yes, holding me down is really going to make a difference. It's not like I can go anywhere that won't persecute me for my beliefs.

Player: Ask her if Gabriel knew anything about pirate treasure

Player: Flee! 1 vs 5 is not a fight i want to be in!
DM: They rush you together and you run. You see Robina shooting arrows at a knight approching her, Zorbak sending balls of darkness into a couple of knights, Dogear wrestling with a knight and the Book of Lore desperately summoning paper soldiers. Behind you, the five knights split. Only one follows you, the rest attack your companions. You hear a scream. You turn, and see two knights stabbing Robina over and over again. You see Zorbak stabbed in the back by a knight. You see Dogear being pummeled by two knights. And you see the Book of Lore being stabbed, pages from it fluttering all over. Then a knight charges at you. You kill him easily. The rest of the knights charge. They kill you easily.

Player: Get the tools and get out. Quickly.
DM: You back away from the body, then turn and quietly continue searching, looking up to check for serial killers, zombies, or werewolves just in case. You find a drill, and the correct bit for it, then race out of the garage.You walk back to the Camry as fast as you can, hoping not to run into whatever killed the mechanic.Once inside the car, you place the drill inside the ignition and destroy the pins one by one. Soon, you've started the car, and are ready to leave.You buckle your seat belt.

Player: The Tunnels
DM: "We should attempt to escape through the Tunnels," you suggest. The king seriously ponders this for a few moments, then agrees. He leads you to a heavy pine door at the back of his Quarters and opens it. It leads into a tunnel. You presume it is an entrance into the main Thragnazil tunnels.Praying silently to Boras Tol, you follow him inside.***Days later, you are lost within the tunnels. You are extremely tired and hungry, and you seem to be going in circles. You hear footsteps up ahead, and the rasping whisper of Witheron Knights. You attempt to sneak past, but are found. They slaughter both of you without a fight.

Player: Take a group to repel the Taktat troopers
Player: If you want to throw a smoke grenade

Player: Gabriel's Third Note

Player: Highseas Casket
Player: Switch to singing at a reasonable volume as not to lose your balance

Player: I wish to board the jet ski named Famine.

Player: Jonah Hill
DM: You have named the jet ski "Jonah Hill". It revs its engine as a sign of respect.

Player: 4

Player: Let the little guy bring it on home.
DM: The walrus almost loses its balance a few more times but ultimately nails it. The kitchen timer finally dings and the walrus removes the basket from its head. The rest of the walruses cheer and applaud and then simultaneously turn to look at you. As they do so, an orca whale emerges from the ice below and swallows you whole. In the quarter second silence that precedes your death, you realize that it seems like the walrus ritual was somehow directly responsible for you having been eaten by this whale.

Player: I want none of these things, I wish to fail my Christmas quest.

Player: 4

Player: 5

Player: 4

Player: 3

Player: 2

Player: 3

Player: 4

Player: A Horse With No Legs

Player: Camp Outside

DM: Seeing that the men are dressed in Leather armor, carry Long blades in one hand, and outnumber her two to one she knew that this was not going to be easy, these men were built for speed. They however moved not like professional soldiers, more like tough and untrained mercenaries. What they lose in actual combat training they have gained by fighting dirty brawls and back alley muggings.
Player: Use her Twin Swords - Medium Speed Medium Damage

DM: The night is full of strange dreams but Sebastian awakes and enjoys a small feast of eggs, pork, and sweetbread with milk. She then heads towards the Smith's house.

DM: Sebastian smiles and then flips out her steel-edged war fans. And flutters them prettily before herself, "Come on boys, you wouldn't hit a girl would you?"The swordsmen laugh and launch attacks. Sebastian easily deflects the first sword and spins into his guard slicing his wrist and snapping the other fan shut to deliver a stunning blow to the first swordsman's face.The second swordsman clumsily stabs at Sebastian but she pops her closed fan open and 'pops' the blade out of his hand.Her fan open fan cuts his throat as he tries to retrieve his blade.Sebastian rolls over his back and steps away as the second swordsman grasps his throat and tries to staunch the bleeding. He staggers forward and falls face first to the ground.Sebastian twirls backwards and pops both fans closed as the last swordsman stares at his friend messily bleeding on the bar floor.

Player: Sneak into the Smith's House
DM: Trying to just get it over with Sebastian heads staright for the Smith's house. No matter the time it'll be easier to just nap in the smithy and wait for the monster to awake...Now that she's thinking of things more clearly, perhaps sleeping in a monster's smithy isn't such a fabulous idea...
Player: Forget it' Ill do it anyways!
DM: The smithy is part of the Smith's house but it is outside as most smithies are. The better to let smoke and fire circulate. Other than a roof, the smithy, anvil, tongs, and other instruments of the trade are all put up with care. The air is cool but no rain is in the air and no one seems to be patrolling the streets, perhaps because a magical giant lives in this very house!Settling in, Sebastian leans against the wall of the smithy and dozes off.

Player: Duel!
DM: "We duel. I'm choosing my:

Player: Diplomacy and Sweet Talk
DM: Sebastian knew that she was outnumbered and for every man she saw there might be two in the bushes. She decided to relax and move her hand from her knife and try to flatter him."I've heard of you, I've heard you are quite the gentleman and treat the ladies with the respect they deserve." Sebastian smiled as she gathered her wits."Just so Dame Sebastian, just so. Brigandry has such a foul reputation, I think that I stand as a ideal to aspire to. We here don't try to hurt people who don't deserve it. We also tip our hats to the ladies. No raping, pillaging, or plundering, well a little plundering but we only take what people don't really need. As long as you are cooperative, we can be quite accomodating."Sebastian nodded and started to rise, "I can be accommodating myself. I'd like you to welcome yourself to my remaining silver, less that that I need to continue my travels. I am sorely needed by my master to buy an item and return to his keep. I've enough silver for this purpose and my return, all else you can have."Reichold smiles and offers his hand, "Let me help you up milady. That seems fair, how much coin do you need?"Sebastian thinks for a second, "Perhaps twenty five for the merchant and five for the road back, that would leave you twenty silvers, enough for your group to live for a month."Reichold smiles, "That seems acceptable, especially after we take one set of your maginificent weapons. You may choose what to lose: the Broadsword or the two short swords. This would offset the thirty silver nicely milady."

Player: You are out of Your Mind!

DM: Sebastian was past the gate, perhaps if she pushed her luck she'd get the innkeeper and bluff her way into the room. f she was unlucky he wouldn't answer the door or the guards would hear her banging and arrest her. Maybe she'd better consider all of her options again...

Player: Ask her about what her son was like

Player: No

Player: Try the Front Door
Player: Bang on the Door

Player: Climb out the emergency hatch and try to board the small vessel

DM: You (Martha) wake up in bed. It is a Saturday morning, which is closing in on the afternoon. Last night you threw a birthday party for your policeman friend, Sergeant Kipler. You have some housework to do but also feel pretty tired. Which do you do?
Player: Stay in Bed

DM: Deciding lying around would be a waste of time, you hop out of bed. Once dressed you head for the kitchen. Upon entering, you see a massive pile of dirty dishes next to the sink, left over from last night's party. Grimacing at the mess, you decide this is as good a place as any to start cleaning house. You squirt detergent into one sink basin and start to add hot water. As you wait for the basin to fill you hear a strange buzzing noise coming from behind you. Turning around you see a cellular phone sitting on the kitchen table. This is odd; you don't own one of those things, so someone must have forgot it during the party. It appears to be ringing. As you move over to look at it another phone starts ringing: your landline. Now you're stuck with a dilemma- answer the house phone, which would make sense, seeing that it is yours, or the cell phone, which you are curious about.
DM: Curiosity winning over, you decide to answer the cell phone. You say hello and a threatening voice responds. "Behind the Blue Rooster" it speaks. "One hour." This freaks you out considerably and part of you feels a need to alert Sergeant Kipler about the phone call. The rest of you feels too shaken up to do anything, desiring instead the comfort of your bed--housework now a forlorn option.
Player: Go Alert Your Friend
Player: Get Him
DM: You decide it will be better to tell Kipler yourself. Also, it is a reason to get away from chores. Getting to the station does not take long and you are easily able find your friend with only a five minute wait. Kipler is happy to see you, but notes the worried expression on your face. You give him the whole story, and he becomes troubled. He looks at a clock, which has just struck half an hour since you received the call. He tells you that he believes your story one hundred percent, and then marches for where his squad car is parked. You follow him, resolute to see how things turn out. Besides, it is all rather adventurous, and who doesn't like adventure? Before he reaches his car, Kipler grabs another police officer and tells him to follow. The three of you pile into Kipler's car and head for the Blue Rooster; Kipler doesn't seem to mind you tagging along.
Player: Ten Minutes Later
DM: You park behind a grocery store that sits next to the Blue Rooster. Your friend Markus runs the grocery, and you recall that he had attended Kipler's Birthday party at your house last night. This thought passes threw your mind quickly on account that more important things have your attention. You exit the car as Kipler and the other officer move to the car trunk. When you get back there, you see the two policemen arming themselves with pistols. A third gun also sits in the back, and you feel a pull to take it. Who knows? Maybe it will come in handy.
Player: Don't Take the Gun
DM: You resist the temptation, knowing full well that it is not your part to participate in police work. You're just here to see what happens. Kipler closes his trunk and you all start walking to the area behind the Blue Rooster. You don't know what Kipler has in plan and are wonder this as you reach the restaurant. You follow behind the two officers, not wanting to get in the way of their job. The three of you round the corner of the wall that leads behind the restaurant. You get right around the bend just in time to see three men at the far end look up at your arrival. One of them yells in a startled fashion before pulling something from out of his coat. Kipler and the other officer suddenly jump aside, but you are too slow. A loud noise leaps from in front of you and something hits you square in the chest. You gasp and feel sick. Then everything goes black. Congratulations! You have died in a rather sudden ending to the story. Not all of them are like this, you know, so if you care to find out how not to die, go back and play again.

Player: I Want To Take the Gun
DM: Kipler turns around for a moment and you take the gun. The other officer doesn't seem to notice, which is fine by you. The weapon is heavy in your hand and you quickly put it in the waist of your pants, like you have seen in the movies. Kipler closes his trunk and you all start walking to the area behind the Blue Rooster. You don't know what Kipler has in plan and wonder this as you reach the restaurant. Feeling confident with your new weapon, you walk alongside the police officers, ready for whoever called you with the mysterious cell phone. The three of you round the corner of the wall that leads behind the restaurant. You get right around the bend just in time to see three men, one who looks up at your arrival. This man yells in a startled fashion before pulling something from out of his coat. Kipler and the other officer suddenly jump aside as they see the pistol in the man's hand, but you stay put. Time seems to slow around you as the sudden possibility of death, moments ago not even a factor in your day, gets real. You have the pistol, and wonder if you can get this guy before he fires a shot. But you know you are no good at such things. Still, maybe Lady Fortune is on your side and you can pull off a miracle.

Player: Stay Home in Comfort
DM: So you decide that, whatever the phone call had been about, you have no business interfering. You turn the sink off and go curl up in bed. The warmth and comfort of your blankets sends you into a heavy sleep, which you wake from late in the afternoon. Drowsy, you turn on the evening new. The main story is playing. You find the subject shocking: local grocer found dead behind Blue Rooster restaurant. The threatening voice from earlier today reverberates in your mind: "Behind the Blue Rooster. One hour." It could not have been a coincidence.Congratulations! You have found an ending to this game. Not the most exciting, though. Maybe you should play again in hopes of finding a more action packed adventure, assuming that one exists.

DM: You slowly open your eyes. You are lying on the ground in complete darkness. Feeling gradually returns to your aching body. You stir your fingers, then your toes, and your arms, then your legs. After a few moments, you roll over onto your side. You groggily steady yourself up to your feet, and look around. You are cold and alone. In the distance, you can make out a faint, flickering light.
Player: Stay where you are.
DM: The chill of the darkness is unrelenting and oppressive. The cold is unbearable. You walk toward the light.
Player: Walk to the light.
DM: After walking for a while, you lose count of how many steps you have taken. Your surroundings seem to be getting brighter, but it is impossible to tell for sure from one step to the next. You still cannot fathom what the light might be. Out of the corner of your eye, you see what appears to be an old man walk out of the darkness. The figure walks up to you, and stops. He stands ominously before you. "Do not go any further, young man. The way is perilous and filled with dangers. You will be safe, as long as you do not walk any farther toward the light. It entices, but you must remain here," the old man says. "Where am I?" you ask him. "You are in a test. A test of your will, against temptation. You must resist the urge to walk closer to the light. There are dangers on the way even your nightmares cannot conceive of." "How do you know all of this?" you ask. He deeply sighs, exhaling a long, regretful breath. "I was once in the test, like you are now. But I did not listen to them. I did not heed their advice. That is why I am now...." The man's image slowly fades and disappears, as if he were an apparition. The ghost vanishes, and you are alone, once again.
DM: The frigid cold of the darkness chills you to the bone. Your face and limbs are turning numb.
Player: Remain where you are.
DM: The cold stings your bones. There is no apparent source of light or heat except the distant light. You sit down and pull your legs and arms closer to your body to conserve warmth. Your shivers are becoming more frequent. Your spine is so icy that you can hardly move.
Player: Keep remaining where you are.
DM: You stay where you are, heeding the words of the ghost of the old man. Soon, you have no thoughts, as you fall asleep into an icy slumber. You dream that you die a slow, cold death. You suddenly wake up, shaking. You stand up, and start walking.

Player: Slash your dagger across his chest
DM: Your knife cuts a large wound across his chest, but the maneuver also forces you forward, directly into his grasp. His knee comes up to strike your stomach, and you collapse, then he crosses his swords on either side of your neck. Smiling wickedly, the creature says, "Why did you come?"You spit at its feet and the two swords come together like a pair of scissors, efficiently chopping through your neck and severing your head. The head slowly tips over and falls off of his now-stacked swords.

DM: Visions of the treasure swirl in your head, with glory, fame, pride, and family lurking in the back of your mind as well. You walk toward the image of gold coins, jewels, and other lucrative riches. You brave the bitter cold of the darkness battering on your skin. It's all worth it, you think to yourself. Countless minutes have passed as you trudge toward the treasure. The pile of treasure has not seemed to have gotten any closer. The image does not look to be any bigger than it did when you began this walk. You wonder whether you should continue walking toward the treasure or to turn back to the light instead.
Player: Turn back to the light.

DM: You stay the course on the path to the treasure. Your plodding steps are sluggish, and you get a nagging feeling that this may not be the right direction to head in. You look ahead at the treasure one more time, and it still does not appear to be any closer than it was before. You turn backward and look for the woman. There is no one there. An empty darkness is the only thing that you see where the woman used to be. You turn back around. You do not see anything, except for the light, now fainter than it was before, off to the side. The treasure is gone! The entire treasure trove has disappeared, without a single gold coin remaining from the image that you had seen earlier. You have to go back to the light. Your eyes look for it. It is where it was before, flickering in the darkness.
DM: You keep walking, even though you are growing tired. You can now see that the light comes from a fire, dancing mysteriously in the darkness. What a fire is doing in this dimness, you cannot discern. The walk is tedious and your legs grow weary, but the light is getting brighter, and the burning flames draw you in. Out of the pitch black emerges a cloaked figure. This one is clad in all black, obscuring his identity even further. You barely have time to collect your thoughts when he reveals a sharp steel blade. You jump backward, your instincts luckily kicking in at the last second, as your thought that this figure is merely another ghost is interrupted by a wide arcing swing of the man's blade that nicks your face. You touch your cheek with your fingers where he pared you. You feel a cut and trickles of blood. "Who the hell are you!" you shout as you back away. The assassin circles you silently with no emotion in his eyes. He does not reply. "What do you want?" you ask again. "Your life," he answers tersely. He takes a jab step toward you. You instinctively hop backward. He maintains the distance, continuing to close in on you as you step backward to match his strides. "Why do you want my life?" you ask. "I am a thief. A thief of life," he says. "I take others' lives so that I may live." He continues walking toward you. The tension mounts as he advances on you. You must act. Surrender is not an option.

Player: Pray with the book.
DM: You give yourself over to a higher power and kneel before the book. You fold your hands together, lower your chin, close your eyes, and begin your prayer. You pray for forgiveness for all the bad past deeds you have done. You pray for health, wisdom, and strength for the future. You thank God for his blessings and mercy. Your prayer ends. Nothing happens. Total silence is all that greets you. The suit of armor and pile of LEGOs still sit next to you, and the fire still burns in the distance.
Player: Put away the book.

Player: Pull a book off the shelf

Player: Capture Vida's attention

DM: Just in time, you must have pulled a book from the bookshelf in the corner of the parlor room, Zita.The two Gods and I looked over at that book that clattered open onto the floor.But the pages flittered, back and forth and forth again, like you were trying to find the correct page, Zita.I rushed over, watched in wonder until you found the correct page. Or at least a page that could point us in the right direction.Oh Zita, I wish I could have kissed you.The book was titled Soulkeeping by some Lisbeth Mccullough.And the page was titled, Lingering Souls and What to do in the Case of One.And the passage read,Some souls refuse to part from the living world, whether that is because of unfinished duties or great traumas. In rare cases, souls may not know how they came to be dead. In the latter case, refer to the Dead and their Deeds (the first in my Soulkeeping series) on how to help these souls continue on.Well, Zita, I thought, this makes no sense. And what kind of witchcraft were you performing in my house anyway? I don't ever recall buying a book like this.Vida peered over my shoulder. Oberon lingered by the table where I had put out a jar of biscuits."This looks dull," Vida said."I agree," I said.
Player: Drop another book on Cynthia's head
DM: I cursed as another book fell from the shelf. What was it with you and pulling books off shelves, Zita? And why did you throw that one at me?I heard Vida's stifled laugh as she plucked that one from the ground.She said, "This one just says, Don't be so dense, Cynthia. My soul was stolen from me.""Stolen?" I stuttered."Good old Zita," Vida laughed.I managed to peer over to see the words on the page, and sure enough, it was just a book. But Vida jumped up and pulled me to my feet before I could argue with her.Vida kind of reminded me of you, Zita. Far more sprier than I was. But just a tad annoying.
Player: Shove Cynthia towards the window
DM: I was feeling more like a ragdoll as I tripped over my own two feet towards the parlor window.I braced myself with my hands as I looked out the window, and I realized that it would make the most sense to begin at your home, Zita.And I managed to smile at my own genius.And I tripped again as I told Vida and Oberon, "We have to go to Zita's home.""Zita's home!" Vida cheered.She leapt towards Oberon and put her arms around him, kissed his head through his cloak."Did you hear that, Oberon? We're gonna be detectives. Like the ones on the radio," Vida said.I quite like those radio shows, Oberon mentioned."Perhaps you could wear a suit and a hat," Vida said.I do not wear hats. They are bulky and pointless.I managed to take a soft breath.We were going to solve this mystery, Zita dear!

Player: Push over a box of photographs
DM: I gasped as something crashed and in the darkness I saw scattered family photos of yours at my feet.I had been holding Oberon's arm, and thankfully he was invincible because I would have squeezed it dead.I took several of the photos. They were of you at your wedding. You and Murdock at the church. You and Murdock sharing a kiss. You and Murdock riding away in a car with roses and tin cans tied to the rear.I scoffed. I couldn't see much in the dark, but I turned them over to see writing on their backs.It was scribbled hastily, something that ran along several of them.I couldn't see, but it was almost as if an entire letter had been written on the back of these photos.Something crashed in the yard.I screamed.

DM: Alyda's eyes flicked beside me.She stood straight, quit her lapping at Oberon's hand."Hello," she said.She stepped out from her desk, walked up to me. Except she didn't walk up to me.She stared at the emptiness beside me, put out her hand to the emptiness beside me."My name is Cynthia," I said."Just a moment," this Undertaker Alyda said.I watched her hand press downward, as if something was placed upon it."Zita!" I said."Oh yes, Zita Dacosta," Alyda said. "That's your name. Well, what brings you here, along with your much more alive friends?""I can tell you what brings her, and us here," I interjected.I was positively unnerved!I watched Alyda stare and speak off into space and I nervously plucked at the skin on my palms.I walked over to Oberon as I supposed you and Alyda were speaking all about what had happened and how you died and perhaps how much cuter you found Alyda than me.No, that was propsterous. I was much cuter than this ghoulish girl!"Do you think I'm cute?" I asked Oberon.He looked at me."I mean, what is happening?" I said.Alyda is an Undertaker."Oh I'll kill you," I snapped.She can see, and speak, to spirits, Oberon said. She must be speaking to Zita."Bloody Hells," I whispered.Alyda turned back to us, a half-smile on her lips."Zita says she misses you so much, Cynthia," Alyda said."What are you?" I asked."An undertaker," she replied, but quickly added, "and I can help you."
Player: I want to speak to Oberon
DM: "He can't hear you," Alyda mused to I assumed you, Zita.She said again, "He can't hear you! And he can't see you! Because you have no soul! Oh I should have guessed. No wonder we're all so confused."I bit my tongue."Of course, of course," she said, hurried to her desk and shuffled for something.Alyda peeked her head up at me said, "My time isn't free, you know.""You're positively bonkers if you think I'm paying you for your eccentricity alone," I stuttered."You're fiesty," Alyda said. "If I don't bring Zita back would you consider a date with me?"She looked over to where you must have stood, Zita, added, "I jest. I only make love to the dead. They grip tighter."My face began to burn up.Oberon sort of looked on at us with vague amusement.Alyda dropped a book called The Dead and Their Deeds onto the desk. It landed with a puff of dust."I'm so excited," Alyda said. "This is just like that Edithe Zilonis story my cousin told me. Lost souls and romance and unclear, yet obvious ghost-twiddling. I'm getting hot just thinking about it."Ghost-twiddling? Oberon inquired."Oh Oberon, hush now. You're making me go weak in the knees," Alyda said."Can we get back to the matter at hand?" I demanded.Alyda flicked her head back at me."Ipsum revelare: spiritus," she said.I thought, This is swell, the ghoulish fiend has cursed me now. But when she looked back over to where you stood, and I followed her gaze, Zita.Well. . .

Player: SW
Player: NW
Player: NE

Player: Get back on your scooter and head to Santa Monica.

Player: I'll tough it out and keep walking.

DM: An ongoing feud with your clan, Clan Fraser, and Clan MacDonald has been going on for awhile. It is the 1700s and the clan is offering you peace. Their reputation is a little unsteady, so you really shouldn't trust them. Although it is but 14 years before Culloden, firearms are rare because the King in England doesn't want them around to pose a threat. A group of servants circles the long table with platters of food. They are proud men who stand straight with clean tartans and kilts. Each has a dirk but no sword or large weapon. The lord of the castle strides in, looking like he owned the place (which he did). He sits at the head of the table, with you and your tacksmen on his left hand side, his men on the right hand side. All your men have dirks, hidden in knee-socks and the folds of the great kilts. Great silver plates decorated with battles, gore, and hunting scenes sit in front of every man. Great beautiful goblets of gold and silver and cut crystal accompany each plate, along with knives, forks, and spoons of silver. The servants had great platters of haggis, mutton, beef, and jugs of whiskey, claret, and water. Dishes of cheese and bread and bowls of oatmeal as well. Poison is very likely so choose your food carefully. Right off the bat you notice that the water is a suspicious color of yellow. The haggis and all looks fine, though, but you never know. The chief of the MacDonalds looks calm, but his tacksmens' eyes dart around the room and one breaks out in a cold sweat. The servants slowly circle, asking what people want for dinner. Any of the food could be poisoned, so pick carefully.
Player: Claret and Haggis
DM: You carefully sip the claret and it is good. Aged correctly and very sweet, it soothes you and calms your nerves. You soon forget about the 'trap' and enjoy telling jokes, folklore, and stories. A traditional seanachaidh, or bard, even came in and told stories. Nearing the end of the dinner a piper comes in and plays for them. After many drinks your voice slurs and the edges of your vision blur. The drinks weigh heavily on your bladder. You wish not to leave your trusted men and the table, but you are so desperate you are doing a pee-pee dance with your legs crossed.
Player: Stay at the Table
DM: You decide to push down the feeling and stay. Just until the song is over. You are so intent on the piper, that you nearly don't notice the man another seat down is curled up, holding his stomach in pain. He groans and you take notice, but it is too late. All the MacDonalds are on their feet, dirks at the ready. Your men do the same, after some cries of surprise. Both sides leap across the table at each other, growling threats and flashing shiny dirks. You search the room, looking for the MacDonald chief, but he fled the room so you choose to fight with a nearby MacDonald servant. Cries echo through the hall and blood mixes with spilled whiskey and claret and drips off the tables.
Player: Escape the Castle
DM: You decide to escape the castle. You clear the MacDonalds from the room and arm you and your men with hidden weapons. You duck out the low arched door and sprint down the hall. Few try to bar your path, but once in awhile one of the MacDonald's ghillies, or servants, jump out at you with a dirk. You follow the path you were led in by and eventually find the large entrance room. Waiting for you there is the MacDonald chief and many well-armed men. Risky, but you might be able to escape. Or you could go and find another way out.

Player: Go to the Bathroom
DM: You decide to go to the bathroom. You scoot your chair out and take leave of those at the table. The chief says the bathroom is down the hall to the right. You pass many rooms, a study, a bedroom, and a kitchen. The kitchen smells nice, and you are tempted to go in and see what your food was cooked with. Many ghillies (servants) enter and leave with platters of food and jugs of drinks, and you are very suspicious.
Player: Check out the Kitchen
DM: You decide to enter the kitchen. No one really notices you, and you notice a weird colored bottle of liquid near slabs of beef. You smell the bottle and it smells sour and evil. You ask a passing ghillie what it is. He stares at you wide-eyed. "You shouldn't be in here." "Well I am so what is it? Are you poisoning us?" The ghillie's hand shifted to his belt, to his dirk. You see this and draw your own, and you flash it upwards, slitting his throat. You hear dying yells and screams from down the corridor, in the dining hall.Your men are dying, no doubt. You can either go back and fight or flee the castle.
Player: Flee
DM: You decide to flee the castle. The screams of your dying men echo off the walls of the corridor but it is too late. Your mind is set on fleeing. If you can escape you can raise your clan for revenge. You pass many startled ghillies, but no guards can be seen anywhere. They have all been summoned to help out with the butcher's work happening in the dining hall. Once you do hear a detachment of armed men coming down the hall, so you duck into the nearest room. It is a book room, with a fireplace in the far wall. The ashes are stone cold and the logs piled near it are old. Many histories of the castle's ruling family and of the MacDonald clan fill the shelves, along with a few folklore books. It is a nice castle, better than your's at home, but all the blood and gore is sure to set back the land value. You hurriedly shut the door and wait for the voices to pass before continuing on. You silently, but quickly, go down the endless corridors. One ghillie is calmly walking by, but before you notice what is happening he brings his dirk out into your belly. You fall on your back, and he continues to stab and slash until you can't feel the pain and you drift off into an endless sleep.

Player: Fight your Way Out
DM: You decide to fight your way out. With a yell you charge, and Chief MacDonald's face goes white. He sidesteps your blow and leaves the fighting to his men. The guards are strong, but not good enough. Both sides have a great slaughter, half a dozen of them fleeing in fear. You have but four tacksmen left. You jump down a short flight of stairs and enter the courtyard. The gate is barred, but no more guards stand there. A pelting rain has started and you must charge across the courtyard. One of your men goes first, but an arrow from an upper story of the castle hits him in the back and he dives into the mud. The stables are near the gate, you know, but you don't have a lot of time. You charge into the rain, dodging arrows and stones that other defenders are throwing down at you. One of your men breaks off to get to the stables and fetch your horses. You and the others lift the heavy bar from the gate and swing the broad oak doors open. The man comes jogging up, holding the reins of three horses, while he sits astride his own. You and your men get mounted, ignoring the arrows singing by you. You begin to ride off, but up the road it seems the whole of the MacDonald clan has been raised. Many villagers with pitchforks and hatchets come charging, screaming at you. One man and his horse fall under the waves of enemies. You and two tacksmen survive this horrible and unlucky event. The following year you raise your clan and are out for revenge. You burn many villages and the devastation is horrific, but you take the same castle you were nearly murdered in and kill the very MacDonald who had tried to kill you. You live in peace the next four decades of your life until your death at the age of 82.

DM: I first met her, apparently, when I was three and she was two. Exciting, I know. We had just moved from Pennsylvania to the ocean side town of Newport, Rhode Island. She lived across the street from me with her parents. Well, obviously. She was two.********"Nolan, this is Candace. Can you say hi?"Nope. I run behind my mother's leg, peeking out at the blonde-haired girl staring at me from in front of her own mother."Oh, honey, don't be shy!" my mother says, picking me up and holding me in front of this girl. She blinks at me. I blink back."Say hi, Candace! Say hi to Nolan!" her own mother eggs her on.Another blink. My mother put me down and did that motherly thing with the other mother about, Oooh, how cute, they're so shy with each other! and, I'll bet they'll grow up and be best friends! Ohhh, if only they knew.I blink.She blinks.
Player: Wait for her to talk

Player: Sure, still ask Celine out

DM: "Hi." I say."Hi." she says back.Now what?I was three, I wasn't exactly a masterful conversationalist. Hell, I probably couldn't tell you the whole alphabet at that point."Wan' play Thomas trains?" I ask. Thomas trains, literally the best thing in the world at my age. There's no way she could say no to that."No danks."And with that, she runs back off into the house.

Player: Truth revealed
DM: After I've broken up with Celine, Candace and I are on our same bridge. It's our bridge...we've basically claimed it for ourselves. She looks over at me."Do you really not know why I didn't want you to date Celine?" She blurts out suddenly. She looks at me with her deep blue eyes staring into my green ones, a look of...not worry, but concern."I..."Before I can finish my sentence, she leans across the bridge railing towards me and kisses me, her soft lips melding with mine. I feel her tongue go in and out of my mouth, her lips still working their way around mine. It feels amazing. She's been my friend forever and now we're making out - well, she's making out with me, at the very least. I...

Player: Just leave as soon as possible

Player: Earth Pony
Player: +1 Perception

Player: Walk around the jungles.
Player: Climb up a tree like a monkey!
DM: There arent any trees you can climb. But a Tiger approaches you!
Player: You go in for a closer look

Player: Climb up the hill!
DM: You start up the hill. You keep going up until you see some goats.And where there's goats, there's probably...
Player: A SNOW LEOPARD!
DM: You see a snow leopard! These cats are very rare. You take a cose look at it, when he jumps at you!

DM: You open your eyes to total darkness but all you can feel is excitement mixed with dread. It's your birthday! You're finally eleven! You have always known that today would be when your prison sentence ends. Daddy had promised today would be a special one, so you're already bursting with energy. After laying in your lumpy bed for a moment, you roll off the ragged blanket Daddy provided for you and stretch. The cold cement pressing up against your bare and dirty feet is just another part fo your morning routine. You lean against the bars of your room and trail your fingers along the rough surface of the homemade bars."Daddy?" You whisper into the dark, hoping he could somehow hear you. You would yell, but he has strictly forbidden loud noises of any kind. You don't want to make Daddy mad.After what feels like decades, light breaks through the void. At the top of the basement staircase, a door opens to reveal Daddy's large silhouette and single slice of cake in his hands. Heavy, thunderous steps echo throughout the basement as he begins to whisper sing in an off-key and eerily slow tempo."H a p p y b i r t h d a y t o y o u..." You can see his smile now in the flickering candle light as he closes in on you and uses one hand to swing open the rusty but reliable old caged door that traps you, "H a p p y b i r t h d a y, d e a r TESS." He spits out your name in a quick, sudden manner at the end of the song, "Now would you like a piece of your cake?" The ice cream is all melted. Daddy is offering you a puddle of cake.
Player: Take Slice
DM: When you reach out to take the ice cream soup, his wide smile reveals three of his front teeth to be missing. Daddy's dark, almost black eyes never break away from yours as you take a cautious bite, though it is more of a sip. It's smooth yet slimy texture running down your throat does nothing to make you feel more comfortable as he reaches out and cups your cheek in his hand. His tough hand caressing your skin makes you wince but thankfully he doesn't notice."Is your cake yummy?" Daddy asks, his hot breath that almost always smells like rotting fish blasting straight into your face."Y-yes, Daddy," You manage to squeak out. For a moment he just stands there, looking down into your eyes. His black pits of despair that are his excuse for pupils seem to fill your very soul with that pitch darkness he has corrupted you with over all these years."I'm so... happy to hear you say that, Tess." Leaning forward, Daddy plants an all too soft and sloppy wet kiss on your forehead, "Can you believe you're already eleven?""No," You whisper, sweat pouring down your back already."Well, too bad. You are!" He pokes you in the chest just hard enough to send you wheeling back a step. Daddy's temper shows itself for just a moment before fading away. "You know I don't like that you're a l l grown up but... I feel like you should have a wonderful.... birthday. What do you want to do today?"
Player: "Can we play dolls today?"
DM: "Dolls?" Daddy narrows his eyes as he pulls you a bit closer, "What dolls?""The ones you hide in the closet," You point to a door obscured by the basement stairs, hidden in the layers of shadow that corrupt this cement capsule. The darkness pours from Daddy's eyes and any light in the room seems to fade into the black hole pinpoints searing into you. "They look just like me, Daddy!""Y e s," He smiles, "T h e y d o." With a gentle hand, Daddy guides you out of your cell and in front of the closet door. The temperature drops abruptly and you begin to feel vulnerable with each step. Daddy looks back at you with a devilish grin before swinging the door open.

Player: "Can I play with you Daddy?"

Player: "Hey... I'm Tess."
DM: "Liz," She whispers back, trying to make sure her voice doesn't break."Wish I could say it's good to meet you but.." You shrug and gesture around."Right..." She stops rocking back and forth but remains in a ball, looking at you with a hesitant smile, "How long have you been here?""My whole life," You chuckle, "Never known anything else.""Really?" She seems absolutely shocked and that allows you a moment to realize that this is a real person. Someone new. Someone who doesn't want to hurt you. That's... different."Yeah... I've always wondered what it'd be like to look out a window or go to school." You sigh and pick at your toe nail to avoid feeling the discomfort that crept up on you."It's not that great," Liz laughs weakly, "But it's definitely what I want to get back to...""Do you have any friends?" The question surprises you even as you ask it."Yeah, tons. Why?""I've never had a friend." You stop picking at your toe."Now you do," Liz moves to your side and places a hand on your shoulder, "We're together now."The basement door swings open, but she doesn't retreat back into her corner. Instead, she clings to your side and presses her face into your shoulder. Daddy steps in front of the cage and nods approvingly."G o o d g i r l s..." He mutters, openning the door. With a speed that still surprises you, he lunges forward and grabs onto Liz to drag her out."No! Please, no!" She screams and clings onto your arm. You think for a moment before figuring out what you want to do.

DM: "At least you know how to pick your poison," Daddy laughs as he leaves the cell and heads up the stairs. You sit and wait, knowing that if you try to pull anything over on him it would only end in a worse, more personal punishment. A door slams shut upstairs and Daddy's boots thud on the faded wooden steps leading into the basement. The glint of the metal gives away what you've been condemned to. It's aluminum coating grating against the concrete walls as Daddy makes his way meticulously towards you, giving more than enough time for you to dissociate from the situation.Staring blankly up at him as he unlocks the gate, you try and remember anything else outside of this cage of torment. All you can picture are vague memories of a tiled kitchen leading to an ugly carpeted living room, a starry sky, and a pink bathroom. Those didn't quite grab you, but there was one smell that stuck with you. A feminine lavender that, in hindsight, wouldn't be something Daddy have bought for you or himself. When the bat connects to the side of your head and everything you see gets doubled, so does the smell. It's suffocating you in the most pleasant hug you've ever experienced and you fight to stay conscious. A second blow on your side is what finally clocks you out. In your forced, deep sleep, you relax on lavender clouds that allow you to be comfortable and relax for a little while. Whenever a storm brews from below you, the cloud whisks you away from harm by covering you with its scent entirely and blinding you. Her voice whispers in your ear but you can't make out the words. A shrill, young scream bursts you from your slumber. You shoot up, all of your limbs and the side of your head throbbing, then peek through the bars as best you can.
Player: Look Away
DM: She's ripped away from you and you just sit there. She kicks and struggles all the way out of the cage, to no avail, and screams the entire time. Guess she's more of a fighter than you are. They pause at the top of the stairs before the screaming is muffled and the door opens. With a few minutes of time on your hands, you begin knocking your knuckles on the bars and try not to think about what is happening upstairs. There are certain days that he enjoys the comforts of his own bed but you have seen that very rarely and infrequently. Maybe he's just embarassed to do anything with Liz in front of you.About three minutes later, the door at the top of the stairs slams shut and the screaming resumes. Liz tumbles down the stairs, evidently having been pushed, and cries in a heap at the bottom. She is unceremouniously dragged across the floor to in front of the cage as Daddy unlocks it and tosses her in. He looks to me in an exhausted manner, winks, and then walks off after locking you both up. Liz dry heaves and writhes in the center of the floor, unable to even function.

Player: Protect Liz
DM: You pull her away from Daddy and actually manage to wrench her from his grasp. You find yourself staring up at his surprised face and only manage to get out, "Take me instead."He looks down at you with a stone cold face. No one moves an inch, not even Liz. She stares at you in disbelief and you just stare into the hellish eyes of the man who has tortured you for your entire existance. Then he slaps you so hard you see stars that dance across your vision. You gasp but don't let out any other indication of pain."Get up." He commands like a drill sergeant. You shoot up and follow him out of the cage. At least Liz would be safe for now. That's all that matters. Daddy leaves you up the basement stairs before stopping you at the top and revealing a roll of ducttape that he had grabbed as he led you. He begins to tear off a strip and you know now is the time to act. You could either push him down the stairs or allow him to do whatever. What's best for Liz? What's best for you?
Player: Let Him
DM: It'd be best for you to just go along with it. Less trouble for everyone involved. He's almost gentle about putting the tape on your lips but it doesn't even matter because you wouldn't have screamed. That is just too risky of a move with Liz downstairs. You take his hand and allow him to lead you through the living room, the kitchen, past a bathroom, and to his bedroom at the back of the house. It takes all of three minutes in the comfortable bed before you're being led back to the basement. You get a glimps out the window and see a black and white vehicle parked in the driveway before you return to the darkness of the basement. It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting but once they do, you see how tuckered out Daddy is. He pushes you into the cage and locks it behind him before going back up to his realm."You okay?" Liz asks as she scoots up next to you."I'm fine." You numbly say as you stare off into space. "Don't worry about it."Liz nods and buries her face into your battered dress.You smile dimly. Every sacrifice would be worth keeping her safe. Even though Liz hasn't said much, even though you just met her, you know that you'd do anything to keep her safe. Even if that means being a... Friendly Cock Block. (Ending 18)

Player: Comply
DM: You allow Daddy to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder and brings you back to the cage. Struggling is pointless by now, so you just remain limp in his arms as he struggles to open up the cage door and curses. It feels like ages of just hanging lifeless in this creep's arms before finally the door to your room swings open and you are thrown onto the bed, landing hard on your butt. Something clatters along the bars when Daddy throws you, but he doesn't seem to notice."Listen to me next time, girl." Spitting on you, he turns and exits the cell.You squeeze your eyes shut and wait to hear the lock click into place. It's quiet enough that if you don't pay attention you'd miss it- but you always hear it. That's what keeps you here after all.This time it doesn't click.You wait for Daddy to fix the problem, to lock you in. Instead, you hear his thunderous steps ascending into the upstairs. Your heart begins to beat with excitement, pressing up against your bony chest. You throw the blanket off of you and creep towards your door. There's something preventing the cell door from closing completely. The scissors. The thin blade just barely preventing the lock from clicking into place. Hesitantly, you push on the cell door. It swings outward. Freedom.You weigh your decisions heavily before finally deciding to...

Player: Resist
DM: While Daddy focuses on the tape, you position yourself next to the door and smile at him. He looks at you for a moment before looking back down and tearing off the piece. Without any hesitation you use him as a spring and push him down the stairs as you leap up the rest of the way and latch onto the door. You were fully expecting him to latch onto you, but instead he tries to catch himself on the railing. He manages to for a moment and you think you're screwed when the wood actually snaps. You watch as anger flares in his eyes before he tumbles down without any control all the way to the bottom of the staircase. You throw the door open and run out into a living room. You take absolutely no time to even look around before seeing a window near the television. You charge, knowing full well that he is already storming up the stairs, and dive through the window. Pain flares through your body but you don't even take a moment to register it. Instead, you dash forward without even looking.The car never had a chance to stop. It slams into your frail form and you roll across the hood, up the windshield, and off the back. Screeching to a stop, a man gets out of the driver's seat and runs to your side. You hear hushed voices nearby as you stare up into this panicked man's eyes. At last you're free. Dimly, you feel the man shaking you and some people yelling at 'that fuck across the way'. You smile. At least Liz will be safe and you aren't trapped in that damn cage. You're okay with being a... Martyr. (Ending 17)

Player: NW
Player: SW
Player: NW
Player: SE

Player: Soundproof Pillow
DM: You don't care about anything else, you're hungry. Sleeping in a haunted Radio Shack and turning into a kitten is hard work, you know! You grab the sausage and chomp it. Yum Yum Yum! However, the Beasts are also thinking 'Yum Yum Yum!" as they eat you. Too bad!

Player: "Just to l-leave the cage."
DM: Daddy sighs and shakes his head, "You know that can't happen, Tess. It... isn't safe.""I know..." You hold back your tears and sniffle."How about this. Stay right here. I'll go set up a movie, just like when you were little. You can be out of your bedroom for a little longer tonight," He pats your head softly before getting up and rushing upstairs. You hear furniture scrapping against wooden floors and some sort of loud whirring, followed by loud beeping. It takes about thirty minutes of you standing and shivering in the cold basement before Daddy returns. His loud stomps as he meanders down the steps and stands in front of you, exhausted. "I'm ready."You follow Daddy back up the stairs and into his home. The living room's couch is pushed up against the front door and the back door is hooked up to a bell and he seems to have boarded it up temporarily. In front of the television is a little tent and blankets, along with some popcorn in two separate bowls. The blinds hang open and you see only a long empty street outside, salvation unlikely."101 Dalmatians or Coraline?" He teases before he unpauses The Sound Of Music.You sit pleasantly content, enjoying the movie, until you hear snoring from besides you. Looking over at Daddy sleeping for the first time in ages, you see a chance for escape. You see that the kitchen window is big enough to break, but Daddy will probably wake up to such noise and be on top of you in moments. Alternatively, you can take care of Daddy once and for all with those kitchen knives...You weigh your decision carefully before deciding to...
Player: Break through the window
DM: Instead of grabbing a knife, you opt for what looks to be some sort of square hammer with little ridges that are sharp and has some weight to it. Before doing anything, you clammer your way up on top of the counter. You barely manage to hoist the meat tenderizer up and throw it directly through the glass. Without any hesitation, you dive through without even clearing any of the glass. You hear Daddy shoot up and feel the cuts on your arms and legs stinging, but none of that stops you from moving.Now outside, you realize that Daddy had built an eight foot high wooden fence around the entire backyard. You are still trapped. Panic filling your chest, you scan the yard. There is a hole underneath a porch leading up to the door and a shed. They both have their own advantages. The shed seems sturdy and people would probably hear Daddy breaking in to get you but no one may make it to you in time. Alternatively, the hole in the porch may be seen fairly easily in the day time and that may make it easier for Daddy to just grab you without anyone knowing. Neither option is fully safe but you only have a split second to make the choice.

Player: "I'm... sorry."

Player: Go Laser Training

Player: Play on Easy Difficulty

DM: Nathan's face immediately contorts into an expression of anger."That was nothing to do with me!" he yells at you. "Listen right, I got some Flune from the mainland, right? Powerful sedative because I was having trouble sleeping, right? Maybe I should have had it, maybe I shouldn't have, I don't know. The law says no, I say yes, who's to say who's right? Anyway, that guy stole it from my home in Lo So Shing Village when I was out! All the kids round there knew I had it, I er, I might have been trying to sell the schoolkids some. Maybe that was "illegal" or whatever you called it, I don't know, I'm not the liberal media. I hardly expected someone would use it to kill themselves, did I? I mean who even takes that stuff and walks into the sea? I mean, really? As far as I know it knocks you out right away, sure if you're standing on the edge of a cliff it might be dangerous but on a beach? I didn't reckon it was even possible to harm yourself with that, all you get is a good night's sleep. Anyway, I don't sell it no more so don't get on my case about that - who are you anyway to come here asking me all these questions?"You feel you had better change the subject.
Player: Buy some water
DM: "Say, can I have some water?" you ask Nathan, giving him some coins."Here you are," he says and hands you a bottle."Thank you", you tell him.Well done. That was definitely a successful transaction.

Player: Head back the way you came

Player: Ask her if Gabriel knew anything about pirate gold

DM: "The trouble is that this poison must be ingested or applied to a blade, simply splashing your opponent with it will not suffice." "But how will anyone even get that far? Without royal aid, how can anyone even hope to reach the Craxil?" At this point, many in the council are reminded of your exploits at last year's "capture the flag" contests. In fact, at every annual festival you manage to outfox your opponents, evade their numbers, and sneak up on their flag. Your success record was almost unrealistic. Suddenly, the council gets it in their minds to send you in with the poison. In fact, you're alarmed by how quickly they're all agreeing to this idea despite the fact you haven't yet. Then again, you've always sensed that as a swineherd you've never really been well liked or considered "valuable" by the townsfolk so this response isn't entirely unexpected. Nonetheless, you aren't going to go anywhere or do anything that you haven't agreed to do first. Unlike the others in the room, Brandolf has the decency to walk up and ask your opinion on the matter. He is usually dismissive of stupid ideas, but he seems to think this one might actually work. You take a moment to decide how to respond.
Player: Accept The Offer And Begin Your Quest
DM: You resent that the rest of the village is so quick to agree to such an idea without bothering to consult you first, but these creatures carried off your sister and they are going to have to pay for that. Besides, this shit has to stop. You inform Brandolf that you agree and he smiles warmly. "Thank you young one, you are certainly bold to undertake such a suicidal mission." "Well, what choice do I have right?" He hands you the vial of poison, a short sword, a longbow, and a quiver of basic iron arrows. For once, some of the people of the village actually look at you with respect but then you realize that they are commenting on how stupid you must be under their breath. The ingrates! Still, you need to focus on the task at hand. Brandolf reminds you that the Craxil will be larger that the other creatures and that you should seek to evade rather than engage its underlings. At this point, you realize you have a problem... You stink! The stench of swine manure spreads forth like body odor of a sweaty fat girl and you realize you are going to have to do something about this if you expect to succeed in your quest. The council members may be used to it as this is a farming community, but the creatures almost certainly will not be. You are going to have to consider how you are going to go about dealing with this issue.
Player: Just Take A Bath
DM: This is a no brainer. If you want to shed the stench of pig crap then take a bath and get a change of clothes! You head down to the bathouse and a tall, dark haired girl prepares your bath. The bath is relaxing and you take special care to dawn an all tan outfit as you suspect it may help you blend in with the rockface better than your usual swineherding outfits will. When you are done, you realize you haven't any scent at all and gather up the equipment you were given at the council. It is time to go. The villagers are gathered at the base of the mountainside cheering you on as you walk forth. Despite their cheering you know they don't really give a shit about you and you question why you are still taking this kind of risk, but you move forward with it anyway. You continue up the path and reach the first plateau that overlooks the village. There are two caves that go down deeper into the rockface. You remember seeing humunculi emerge from these caves so you reason that this would be a good place to being your search. All that's left to decide is which cave you wish to enter.
Player: The Right Cave

Player: The Left Cave

Player: Sneak Down The Large Passageway

Player: Dive Into The Pool
DM: You jump straight into the pool of crystal clear water and take care to submerge yourself as soon as possible. As you suspected, the fireflies are reluctant to actually get in the water, preventing them from harming you. You chuckle to yourself until you realize you need to breathe and there are no straws for you to breathe through. You pop up for a quick gasp of air before submerging yourself again. The fireflies are waiting en masse just above the surface and you begin to fully realize the position you've gotten yourself into. The next time you pop up for air, one of the fireflies burns your upper lip. The next time, two get your nose. The pain makes you want to cry out and you have difficulty holding your breath under such circumstances. You try to endure this, hoping they will leave, but waiting for you to emerge and then striking is like a game to them. Eventually you can bear no more and spring forward for a long gasp of air. At this point, a host of fireflies decend upon your face and before you know it, your flesh is seared through and through. THE END

Player: Mail a Letter.

Player: You sell the house to someone else.
DM: Financially you're doing great after listing the house and moving. Emotionally...you and your spouse both feel responsible for the subsequent twelve deaths that occur in that house over the next decade. The disgust with yourselves and each other for permitting other people walk into that trap eats away at your marriage and overall happiness. You both become bitter, but unable to leave each other. You feel like trapped co-conspirators and are unable to move on with your lives.

Player: A Bar Wench?
DM: The creature and you both get a hearty laugh out of this response but you know that you are wrong and you know you are going to die soon. Indeed, the creature hits you with the same negative energy it used on the humunculi and you disapate into the air. THE END

Player: Shake yourself awake and return to the threshold to consider your options

Player: NW
Player: SE
Player: NW

Player: I could not care less. She is not even a relative!
DM: You... let her die. Okay. That was cruel, but maybe your role model was Dracula.Anyways...

Player: 3

Player: East to the Stream
DM: You and your new companions travel steadily east through the thick foliage for three days. Yiqi proves to be a wonderful guide and the Yantu warriors seem tireless. You are grieved by the loss of your men but if you could choose any companions to be with in your flight from Donovan's warriors these are the men you would choose. Finally after three days you reach a fast flowing stream which runs down from the highlands. You all pause briefly to rest and drink from the cold waters."Wild animals often come to this stream and drink," Yiqi tells you. "If we hide in the trees we may be able to find and kill some... but that may enable our pursuers to catch up with us. If we press on Goat Valley is to the Northeast while the Stream continues east. The choice is yours.
Player: Remain and hunt near the stream
DM: You and the Warriors take cover in the trees and remain still and silent for several hours. Finally a small rabbit emerges from the trees and goes down to the river to drink. Quickly one of the warriors fires a bow at the rabbit, hitting and killing it. Grinning widely you all emerge from the trees and go down to the river to retrieve the rabbit. Without warning there is a whizzing twang and arrows begin flying from the trees behind you, the shafts hitting three of the Warriors.Dozens of screaming Yantu warriors rush out of the trees and you, Yiqi and your remaining companions turn and run as fast as you can for safety. There is nothing you can do for your three fallen companions: they are beaten and hacked to death. You and your companions manage to escape with the rabbit and must now choose which direction to go in.

Player: Call the authorities

DM: You ponder what the grippli captain said as you continue on your northward journey. You haven't seen any cactii yet so you surmise you still have a long way to go. But what other dangers await you? So far you've encountered humunculi, undead, grippli, and even a beholder. More amazing is that your sorry swineherding ass has survived this far. Still, you have to wonder just how many different types of creatures there are under the Craxil's command and what this Craxil even looks like. Your musings are cut short when your path is suddenly blocked by a very large wolf. Its eyes glow red and it snarls with both anger and malice evident. This wolf is no ordinary wolf. It is huge and it looks like its possessed or something. You draw your sword preparing to defend yourself but it doesn't attack, it simply stands there staring at you. You attempt to move to the side and it follows as if to block your path. You move to the other side and it follows again. You take a step back and it follows with a step forward. You aren't sure you even want to know what it will do if you take a step forward, and for once you aren't crazy enough to find out. Suddenly, the creature does something you did not expect. It speaks. "Tell me human, do you serve the Craxil?". You are tempted to lie and say yes but then how do you know that is the answer it wants to hear? Maybe it serves the Craxil or maybe it is its enemy. Either way, it looks like its going to kill you if you don't share its loyalties so you are going to have to decide what to say.
Player: No
DM: Honesty always was the best policy. You tell the wolf you are on a quest to kill the Craxil then raise your sword defensively expecting him to attack. Instead, the creature looks you over and accuses you of dishonesty. "You honestly expect me to believe a scrawny kid like you was chosen to slay a being like the Craxil?" "I made it this far didn't I?" The wolf looks taken back by this comment and you tell him all about the plan to use poison, how you outmaneuvered the humunculi, the beholder's riddle... everything. The creature takes a few steps closer to you and his bright red eyes are bearing deeply into your own. You've never been more scared in your life than you are right now, but it seems the wolf has decided you are telling the truth. "There is truth in your eyes, a certainty I haven't seen in quite some time. Lots of fear though. Odds are you are going to fail but hey, its your life to waste right?" "Well thank you for trusting my allegiance then. Why don't you tell me what the heck you are, starting with how the hell you can talk." The wolf turns back around, front legs spread in an aggressive position. "I never said I trusted you, you are going to have to prove yourself." "But..." "You claim you came from the village. What is this village called?"
Player: Jaquescrappe
DM: WRONG! The wolf jumps on you and tears your throat out with his teeth. A horrible way to die to be sure. THE END

Player: No

Player: SE
Player: SW
Player: NE

Player: Um, what is that, exactly?
Player: Walk back into the room.

Player: Stay still
DM: The earthquake is still shaking the ground as the chicken people run past you and don't even notice you.There's a lot of dust and chaos. You're bumped by the chickens as the scared flock passes by.When the ground stops shaking and the dust settles, you look for New Other.You find them dead on the floor, trampled by the chicken people.You cry for them and you decide that you're don searching for the Tower that only brings death to yourselves. The chicken people start coming back now that the disaster is over and they see you and New Other. They're looking at you with hungry eyes.There's too many of them. Hundreds of man eating chicken people are coming your way.

DM: You need to get out of this mess as quickly as you can. The vines are thick, you are off balance, your arms are partially restrained, and you don't have much time. You reason that in this situation your best bet is to start a fire and try to use it against the vines. You lean forward and allow the flint and tinder to fall from you and onto the ground. After a short struggle, you manage to get your hands on them and work feverishly to start a fire. You worry that lighting the tinder on fire will make it difficult to hold against your enemies without burning yourself but you do it anyway and wrap a thick piece of cloth torn from your shirt around your hand before doing so for rudimentary protection. It hurts, but not to the point of burning you thanks to the cloth material and you are far more concerned about survival. You hold the fire up close to the vine holding your left arm and it releases and recoils almost immediately. The others follow suit pretty quick, which is good as this tinder won't last much longer before it is burned to completion. You hold out what's left of it to keep these cactii away and rush away. You've managed to get away, but the venom in your system is already screwing with your head and you don't think you will get much further before blacking out. You go to the nearest area you can find without any cactii around and collapse on a large rock. You don't awaken again until nightfall, but at least you have your mind and focus back, and you are glad you weren't attacked while you were out. However, it isn't long after you awaken that you get a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Player: Uh-Oh, What Is This?
DM: The bad feeling in the pit of your stomach returns and you realize that eating all those pork rines and only pork rines for several days until seeing the old man did not do your digestive system any good. You spring into action, find a secluded corner, and relieve the mess that was building up inside you. Unfortunately, it is not until after this messy endeaver that you remember you neglected to pack bottom tissue when you left on this quest. You've braved many dangers and survived several impossible situations but now you are going to have to make a decision. A decision that is more frightening than any you have made before. To your left are large, round, orange leaves. They aren't brittle and look as though they might work. To your right are a bunch of ferns sporting three fingered leaves. These are green with red spots. It's time to make an all important decision.
Player: Don't Wipe At All You Filthy Mongrel

DM: You choose to wipe with the large, round, orange leaves and you find them quite well suited for the task. With your keister sanitized you have now averted another dangerous situation and decide to continue on with your quest. The next three days of travel down the Redridge Pass are surprisingly uneventful. You sneak past the occasional orc patrol and wild animal but nothing particularly difficult. You half expect something to come jumping out at you from the darkness or to find some large camp around the corner but to your plesant surprise the way seems more or less clear. Part of you wonders if it is a trap given the Craxil knows you are coming but then ... what choice do you have? As you come up a steep incline you look down and with great satisfaction you find what you've been searching for all this time. A colossal chasm, the canyon you've been searching for! The old man said you would know it when you see it and damn if he wasn't right about that! Still, this canyon is freaking huge. It will take probably half a day just to get down to the bottom safely and once down there, there is a LOT to explore. You know the underground cavern that houses the Craxil is accessed somewhere down there, so I guess you don't have much choice than to go down there and investigate huh? You are about to cautiously decend when you hear the sound of hoofprints behind you...

Player: Land in the forest close by

Player: Keep going East

Player: Keep going Northeast
Player: Continue East down the Valley
DM: You continue to press down the Valley, a sparkling river ahead of you as your destination and the pursuing Yantu clearly visible behind you. It seems you cannot stop for anything until you see a herd of goats standing idly in your path. You could stop and hunt them if you desperately need the food but it may give your pursuers time to catch up. "The Fort your people brought is just three days to the Southeast," Yiqi tells you. You wonder how much you need the food.
Player: Stop and hunt the goats
DM: You order your men to hunt the goats, a few bow-shots later and one of the goats is dead. Skinning and preparing the meat as quickly as you can you watch nervously as the Yantu get closer and closer. Suddenly as a rain of arrows falls among your men you order them to flee. Three are hit, fall behind and are killed but the rest of you escape with the food to continue on Southeast towards the Fort and safety.

Player: Continue at your current speed
DM: You continue to climb slowly and steadily and the Yantu do not get any closer. By nightfall you have reached the top of the Falls where you allow yourselves a few hours rest. To the northeast a valley descends and directly east of you a mountain rises black against the sky. "There is good goat-hunting in that valley," Yiqi tells you pointing. "But the most direct way back to your people's settlements is over that mountain." The choice of direction is yours.
Player: Go Northeast down the Valley

Player: Go East over the mountain

DM: You and your companions spread out and begin combing through the deserted village huts looking for supplies. By digging under the floors of some of the dwellings your companions begin to uncover a few hidden caches. You have just emerged from a hut when without warning dozens of screaming Yantu warriors come running into the village. You and your companions run for your lives but some aren't fast enough and three of your companions are knocked down and killed by your vengeful pursuers while the rest of you escape with the handful of recovered supplies.
Player: Continue fleeing East

Player: Climb faster up the rocks
DM: You push your companions to climb faster up the slippery rocks. Almost immediately one of your companions loses his balance, slips on the rocks and smashes into the two men behind him. The three of them plunge off the slippery rocky platform, falling a long way before crashing with various sickening crunches into a rock ledge below. Glancing down you can see one of the men moving feebly while the other two lie motionless as their blood turns the water red. Yiqi catches your eye and you order the climb to continue at a moderate pace until you reach the top. The pursuing Yantu do not catch up with you.
Player: Continue East towards a Mountain

DM: Using the cover of rocks and boulders as far as possible you advance up the mountain but all at once are met with a storm of gunfire from above. Firing from higher cover Donovan's men take their toll on your men while steadily retreating westwards, over the summit and down the mountain. It is only when your exhausted men take the summit that your enemies break off the fight and flee west. The little battle has cost you six dead while you have found the bodies of three of Donovan's men abandoned after the fight.