Genre: Adventure
About Hamelin
Location: Grand Blanc, MI
Home Region:
United States :: Michigan :: Flint
Age:21
Website: http://www.jkirchoff.net/
Favorite novels: Fahrenheit 451, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Golden Compass, Nightfall (and Daybreak), Nine Tomorrows, I, Robot
Favorite writers: Ray Bradbury, Issac Asimov, Douglas Adams, Phillip Pullman, Terry Prachett, Frank O'Hera
Favorite music: They Might Be Giants, Laura Veirs, The Cutters, Feist, Gorillaz, Matchbox 20
Non-noveling interests: Video games, poetry, long walks on the beach
Joined date: Octubre 22, 2006
Years done NaNoWriMo:
'06
NaNoWriMo posts: 5
NaNoWriMo buddies: 5
Choose Your Own Adventure
an excerpt
You wake up atop a grassy knoll underneath a bright blue sky. Birds chirp in the distance as the sun shines warmly onto your face.
From somewhere nearby the smell of smoke wafts into your nostrils. You sit up and look around, but you can't see the source of the smoke.
Actually, now that you think about it, you don't really know where you are or how you got here. After a quick check you notice all you have on you is your trusty sword and the clothes on your back. How strange.
You decide to...
> Go back to sleep.
> Follow the smell of smoke.
> Head <W>est.
* * * * *
You head <W>est (not to be confused with regular west). After a short saunter down the hill, you come across a rather spooky looking forest. Gnarled trees bearing dark wilted leaves curl upward over a multitude of shadowy paths that lead into darkness.
To the right is an old-fashioned stone well that looks to have seen its share of years. The white stones that make up the base are partly covered in green fuzzy moss, and the hemp rope attached to the well's crank looks gray and worn.
Options...
> Head into the forest
> Dredge up the bucket in the well.
> Screw this noise, go look for something else to do.
* * * * *
You stumble into the trees.
You are in a forest maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
Options...
> North.
> East.
> West.
* * * * *
You are in a twisting forest maze of little passages, all alike.
Options...
> North.
> West.
> South.
* * * * *
And, as in uffish thought he stood...
While making your way through the spooky forest, you hear a stange noise.
It's a sort of weird... burbling noise coming from your left. You freeze.
You hear a loud wiffle. What on earth is a wiffle?
Suddenly something large and gray barrels its way through the underbrush and bursts from the tulgey wood!
It's the jabberwock! And unfortunately you don't have a vorpal sword. The last things you experience are vicious claws catching onto you as jaws bite down on your head.
You have died!
Your final score is:
000103 Points.
> Start again?
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