Of Adventures and Choices
Greetage, one and all.
A quick musing today, on a matter which is currently foremost in my cerebellum: Choose Your Own Adventure games.
Wordsmith Scene 5
A big one this time folks, because it’s the end of Act One!
Obie took her hand and pulled gently. Kate allowed him to guide her.
They avoided the streets for a while but finally emerged at a crossroads. Kate had no idea where she was, except that it was far from the IT offices she worked in. She saw a lot of tightly clustered flats and run-down shops, some of which had signs in a language she didn’t recognise.
Wordsmith Scene 4
Here’s the next scene!
Kate hesitated for a few moments, then decided that there was no guarantee that Obie would last out while she looked for help. She tried to recall what she knew about dog attacks and hoped that it would work. She called to him over the sound of bestial laughter:
“Obie, listen to me! Don’t panic. You’re stronger than it. Stop kicking and get your arms around it. Squeeze the life out of it!”