Hi, all. I'm somewhat of a colleague of Sir Bormun (If you haven't started reading his 'Champions of Time and Space', I urge you to do it now), meaning we use the same message board to display our fiction. Although Bormun's story is of wider, grander scope, I had a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' going at the time which used famous gaming characters in a very stark, grim manner. Summary of the concept 'CYOA': I would write a chapter, and then present the audience with a choice. Behind each choice would be subtle rewards and punishments (Later on, there were more 'trade-offs' then flat-out right or wrongs). Entire story arcs would be launched, delayed or forgotten upon their choices.
I'll include what the audience chose at the end of each chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I have.
Shake
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2010, Bhaktar.A figure sitting in a chair in a dark room
A gruff dark voice with a menacing undertone speaks from the darkness. His lips, as well as his face are barren of all light. You can only see the outline of his figure, and the movements of his head.
"Everyone had his place. Everyone was in order. Bhaktar had its little rivalry's, but everyone was happy nonetheless. It was a flat round world, and the edges were cut off by force fields, which after a few casualty's were no longer tested by the inhabitants, which I can only describe as varied if compared to yours. In the centre of Bhaktar is a central hub, from which all surrounding sections are controlled. This hub is closed of from the rest of the world."
The figure took a sip from a glass of water that was sitting on a near-by table. He shifted his balance on the chair before continuing.
"The inhabitants never sought the knowledge of the hub. It had no purpose to wonder why it was placed there, who controlled it, or why it was closed. It was accepted by all for what it was: the home of Gods. The questions would soon be posed. But I am getting ahead of myself........ Every section was distinctly different from all the others. Every day the people that lived in the different slices surrounding the hub were given problems to overcome. One section would decidedly be given obstacles, for example, and it took great jumps and cunning timing to overcome these. Another section would require great skill with a sword and magic. And I could go on and on......but it is of no ...importance."
With every section came his own hero's, the best at their game. The pinnacle of this was Link. While most lacked the sufficient skill and talent and retreated to lives not dissimilar to your own, the real champion's stood up and mastered every test. Every section had a local.......hero."
The figure's body leaned slightly forward as he had spat the last word with a grin.
"Things are quite different now. If only we had seen it coming. Link's rise to fame came to quick, he was applauded by too many. He believed he had what it took and shook the world as he announced he and he alone would conquer the hub, and free the whole community. This was nothing short of heresy, but who were they to doubt Link?"
"The people celebrated Link as he succeeded; he slew the people behind the electronic devices. They were easy targets, most of them overweight and unfit. It was not even a challenge. Nobody knew how Link had broken the seal to the hub, although no attempt that anyone can recall was ever made."
"Link was the new ruler. He said he could better their lives, for he was their liberator. He would divide everything equally, regulate their lives and maintain order in the sometimes unruled parts of Bhaktar. Off course nobody was in need of liberation, but all were to busy celebrating the elf to remember. He could do no wrong. What fools we were...."
