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rainbowfic2015-09-21 09:28 pm
novel_machinist) wrote in rainbowfic2015-09-21 09:28 pm
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Last Arrival - The City
Name: novel_machinist
Story: Last Arrival
Theme: Mythology
Color: Rubric 1. Orphan Bird
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Welcome to my first Choose Your Own Adventure story! You guys get to be the guinea pigs. :) Mods please add "Story: Last Arrival"! Thank you!!
The tinny sound of the recording echoes in your ears: /Sit up slowly./ You don't know where you are when you wake up. You only know that you feel unsteady. /You may experience headaches, nausea, and general discomfort of the limbs./ Something has changed, but you can't place your finger on it. /To your right you will notice clothing, a day's worth of freeze dried food and a map that may or may not be accurate. The cart arrives every 15 minutes. If you go into the junkyard, you will most likely die./ As you sit up, the pounding in your head is replaced by a recording, a constant loop. /Please take the cart into the City for your last arrival./
Despite the pain that beats against your ears and your general haziness you manage to look around the room. The smell of antiseptic is harsh, but it barely covers another, sweeter and far less pleasant smell. It's probably best not to think about it. /You may experience headaches, nausea, and general discomfort of the limbs./ You absolutely do.
You take the recording's advice and sit up slowly. The pod that you awake in is in the middle of the room, tubes coil along the floor like spent fireworks. Directly in front of you is a pack that holds the freeze dried food and, upon personal inspection, much needed clothes. A map is neatly folded next to it. To the right is another table that is littered with papers. The left wall and what isn't covered in tubing behind you appears to have once been windows. Now it's a mirror.
You can hear a rumble outside, the sound of wheels grinding out a path on well-worn tracks. You've got 15 minutes apparently, till the next cart comes round.
What do you do?
Explore the Table
Explore the Left Wall
Explore the Back of the Machine
OTHER: In the Comments
novel_machinistStory: Last Arrival
Theme: Mythology
Color: Rubric 1. Orphan Bird
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Welcome to my first Choose Your Own Adventure story! You guys get to be the guinea pigs. :) Mods please add "Story: Last Arrival"! Thank you!!
The tinny sound of the recording echoes in your ears: /Sit up slowly./ You don't know where you are when you wake up. You only know that you feel unsteady. /You may experience headaches, nausea, and general discomfort of the limbs./ Something has changed, but you can't place your finger on it. /To your right you will notice clothing, a day's worth of freeze dried food and a map that may or may not be accurate. The cart arrives every 15 minutes. If you go into the junkyard, you will most likely die./ As you sit up, the pounding in your head is replaced by a recording, a constant loop. /Please take the cart into the City for your last arrival./
Despite the pain that beats against your ears and your general haziness you manage to look around the room. The smell of antiseptic is harsh, but it barely covers another, sweeter and far less pleasant smell. It's probably best not to think about it. /You may experience headaches, nausea, and general discomfort of the limbs./ You absolutely do.
You take the recording's advice and sit up slowly. The pod that you awake in is in the middle of the room, tubes coil along the floor like spent fireworks. Directly in front of you is a pack that holds the freeze dried food and, upon personal inspection, much needed clothes. A map is neatly folded next to it. To the right is another table that is littered with papers. The left wall and what isn't covered in tubing behind you appears to have once been windows. Now it's a mirror.
You can hear a rumble outside, the sound of wheels grinding out a path on well-worn tracks. You've got 15 minutes apparently, till the next cart comes round.
What do you do?
Explore the Table
Explore the Left Wall
Explore the Back of the Machine
OTHER: In the Comments
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Also, omg, I kind of love this? I didn't realize how much I missed Choose Your Own Adventure until I read this.
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I might add a little more description to what's in the pack (what kind of food? what kind of clothes?), but that's me and I describe EVERYTHING.
Caaaan I prod the tubes?
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I would like to explore the back of the machine.
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