As a few of you may know, I’m writing a Choose Your Own Adventure book due out next year. This is going to be a “gamebook” in the tradition of the Lone Wolf books by Joe Dever.
I may not have time today for a substantive post, so I thought I’d post an excerpt to give you a flavor of it. Enjoy!
You kill him. Turns out he was your father. PRANKED.
“Oh, you totally got me!” you shout goodnaturedly. “But, I thought I was a clone…” you say, meekly holding onto a fake smile as your heart palpitates arrhythmically.
“NOPE! HAW HAW HAW!” yells a monk. A number of others note that this situation is, in fact, in your face.
Tonight you will shower. And shower. And shower. But the blood won’t come off. It’s in your skin, in your muscles, in your bones, in your soul. As these thoughts swim through your semi-conscious mind, a darksider bursts in and, laughing, tells you about the itching powder in your soap. “BOOYA! We got you twice!”
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