made training data

data/scraper/old_scraper.py

@@ -1,41 +0,0 @@
-import scrapy
-from scrapy.crawler import CrawlerProcess
-from scrapy import signals
-from scrapy.utils.project import get_project_settings
-from scrapy.signalmanager import dispatcher
-
-class Scraper(scrapy.Spider):
-
-    name = 'redditbot'
-    #allowed_domains = ['www.reddit.com/r/gameofthrones/']
-    #start_urls = ['https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_scraping']
-    start_urls = ['http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=10638']
-    custom_settings = {
-        'DEPTH_LIMIT': 1
-    }
-
-    def parse(self, response):
-        links = response.css("a")[4:]
-        for next_page in links:
-            yield response.follow(next_page, self.parse)
-
-        for text in response.css('div::text'):
-            yield {"text": text.extract()}
-
-def spider_results():
-    results = []
-
-    def crawler_results(signal, sender, item, response, spider):
-        results.append(item)
-
-    dispatcher.connect(crawler_results, signal=signals.item_passed)
-
-    process = CrawlerProcess(get_project_settings())
-    process.crawl(Scraper)
-    process.start()  # the script will block here until the crawling is finished
-    return results
-
-
-if __name__ == '__main__':
-    results = [result["text"] for result in spider_results() if "\r\n" not in result["text"]]
-    print("".join(results))

data/scraper/scraper.py

@@ -29,8 +29,13 @@ class Scraper:
         exec_path = "/usr/bin/chromedriver"
         self.driver = webdriver.Chrome(chrome_options=chrome_options, executable_path=exec_path)
         self.max_depth = 10
-        self.end_actions = ["End Game and Leave Comments",
-                            "See How Well You Did (you can still back-page afterwards if you like)"]
+        self.end_actions = {"End Game and Leave Comments",
+                            "Click here to End the Game and Leave Comments",
+                            "See How Well You Did (you can still back-page afterwards if you like)",
+                            "You have died.",
+                            "You have died",
+                            "Epilogue",
+                            "Save Game"}
         self.texts = set()
 
     def GoToURL(self, url):
@@ -65,7 +70,7 @@ class Scraper:
         action_result = {}
 
         action = old_actions[action_num]
-        print("Action is ", action)
+        print("Action is ", repr(action))
         action_result["action"] = action
 
         links = self.GetLinks()
@@ -87,7 +92,7 @@ class Scraper:
         action_result["action_results"] = []
 
         for i, action in enumerate(actions):
-            if actions[i] not in self.end_actions and actions[i] != "Epilogue":
+            if actions[i] not in self.end_actions:
                 sub_action_result = self.BuildTreeHelper(result, i, depth, actions)
                 if action_result is not None:
                     action_result["action_results"].append(sub_action_result)
@@ -111,6 +116,8 @@ class Scraper:
                 action_result = self.BuildTreeHelper(text, i, 0, actions)
                 if action_result is not None:
                     story_dict["action_results"].append(action_result)
+            else:
+                print("done")
 
         return story_dict
 
@@ -129,7 +136,6 @@ urls = ["http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=10638",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=7393",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=13875",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=37696",
-        "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=31353",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=31013",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=45375",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=41698",
@@ -139,12 +145,13 @@ urls = ["http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=10638",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=18988",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=10359",
         "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=5466",
-        "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=28030"
+        "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=28030",
+        "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=56515"
         ]
 
-for i, url in enumerate(urls):
-    print("****** Extracting Adventure ", url, " ***********")
-    tree = scraper.BuildStoryTree(url)
+for i in range(19, len(urls)):
+    print("****** Extracting Adventure ", urls[i], " ***********")
+    tree = scraper.BuildStoryTree(urls[i])
     save_tree(tree, "stories/story" + str(i) + ".json")
 
 print("done")

data/scraper/stories/build_training_data.py

@@ -0,0 +1,44 @@
+import csv
+import json
+
+
+def load_tree(filename):
+    with open(filename, 'r') as fp:
+        tree = json.load(fp)
+    return tree
+
+def make_stories(current_story, tree):
+    stories = []
+    current_story += ("\n> " + tree["action"] + "\n" + tree["result"])
+
+    action_results = tree["action_results"]
+    if len(action_results) == 0 or action_results[0] is None:
+        return [current_story]
+    else:
+        stories += make_stories(current_story, action_results[0])
+
+        for i in range(1, len(action_results)):
+            if action_results[i] is not None:
+                stories += make_stories(tree["result"], action_results[i])
+
+    return stories
+
+def get_stories(filename):
+    tree = load_tree(filename)
+    stories = []
+    for action_result in tree["action_results"]:
+        stories += make_stories(tree["first_story_block"], action_result)
+    return stories
+
+
+output_file_path = "text_adventures.csv"
+with open(output_file_path, 'w') as output_file:
+    writer = csv.writer(output_file, delimiter=',', quotechar='"', quoting=csv.QUOTE_MINIMAL)
+    filenames = ["story0.json"]
+    stories = []
+    for filename in filenames:
+        stories += get_stories(filename)
+
+    for story in stories:
+        writer.writerow([story])
+

data/scraper/stories/story0.json

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=10638", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Chapter 1: Born to Kill\n\n\nYear 0\n\n\u201cIs this the one?\u201d\n\u201cYeah I guess.\u201d\n\u201cWhat do you mean you guess? It either is or it isn\u2019t.\u201d\n\u201cI dunno I lost the list.\u201d\n\u201cYou what? That\u2019s just great. You realize how much we\u2019re going to get our asses chewed out because of your fuck up? I\u2019m sick of paying for your mistakes.\u201d\n\u201cWill you calm down? How the hell are they gonna know anyway? You seen one ugly little baldy, you\u2019ve seen \u2018em all. All babies look the same.\u201d\n\u201cNot the elven ones.\u201d\n\u201cEnough with your elf fetish. These babies are all under the care of the Empire anyway, they\u2019re here for the taking.\n\u201cYeah, the key word being the Empire. You know we need the proper paper work, which you just fucking lost!\u201d\n\u201cSo what, I can forge it. You really worry too much, there\u2019s so much red tape they ain\u2019t gonna know the difference and what does it matter? The Empire\u2019s getting a body for their purposes anyway.\u201d\n\u201cYeah, but you know how they like the best.\u201d\n\u201dHow the fuck can they really tell at this age? They do all the real testing later. Look he\u2019s got all his limbs, and he doesn\u2019t display any signs of impurity. I\u2019d say he\u2019s a prime candidate for whatever they have in store for this poor little bastard.\u201d\n\u201cYeah I guess\u2026damn. I can\u2019t imagine what it\u2019s like being brought up like that.\u201d\n\u201cMe either, this program has only been going on a few years, but I\u2019ve already heard some fucked up stories about it\u2026y\u2019know its things like this that sometimes make me question the logic of our glorious leaders.\u201d\n\u201cShhhh! Are you mad? Don\u2019t talk like that! It\u2019s not our place to question anything, we\u2019re just supposed to do our jobs! Besides, the logic is quite obvious. If they train people from birth they\u2019ll have superior combat skills and utter loyalty to the Empire.\u201d\n\u201cThat\u2019s my point though. Is it really necessary? The Empire already produces so much propaganda that it does the job pretty well in producing loyal citizens and if that doesn\u2019t work it also instills so much fear in most that even if someone wanted to start a rebellion; it\u2019s highly unlikely they would.\u201d\n\u201cDon\u2019t be so sure, it has happened in the past.\u201d\n\u201cThe past? When? Like four hundred years ago when the Empire was still in its own infancy? Pfft. Wouldn\u2019t happen anymore and as for having elite combat troops, again what\u2019s the point? We\u2019ve already got camps to train elite groups like the Shadow Guard who are not to be fucked with and we have more than enough resources to create an army of golems that would be just as loyal and kick the shit out of our enemies.\u201d\n\u201cLook, I don\u2019t want to talk about this anymore! Our superiors have their reasons, as does the Emperor! Let us just take this baby and be done with this task!\u201d\n\nThe two clerks left the infirmary with you that day where upon you were accepted as a suitable candidate and put into The Eternal Program.\n\nYou don\u2019t remember too much during the time of your very young years, except that you are mostly confined to a room where all your basic needs are met. On a daily basis, a couple bigger people come in to check on you. They have you perform various physical tasks as well as spending time to teach you things like basic reading and writing. Sometimes they ask you various questions and write down your responses while other times they come in and stab you with painful needles with fluid in them. (You don\u2019t like those times)\n\nYou don\u2019t really understand it all, except that you know that the Emperor is always watching you. He is everywhere even if you don\u2019t see him. He is keeping an eye on your actions and you must always obey his will, lest you be punished. You know this to be true because you have this repeatedly told to you.\n\nEventually your relative isolation would come to an end.", "action_results": [{"action": "Years later...", "result": "Year 5\n\nYou are sitting in a gray room at a desk with several other children your age. All of you glance at each other a lot and it is obvious that there is much curiosity, but nobody speaks. This is very unusual for you, up until now, you have only had minimal contact with others. Most of them are male like you, but a few of them are female.\n\nSoon the silence comes to an end when a dark skinned woman walks into the room. She has long hair and sharp features. One thing you notice is that despite her long hair covering her ears you can still see that the tips of them are pointed. She must be elven, but in the pictures you\u2019ve seen in books, you\u2019ve never seen one with dark skin before.\n\n\u201cHello cLine truncated

data/scraper/stories/story1.json

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=11246", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Dead Man Walking! (Zombie Survival)\n\nCan you survive the Zombie Apocalypse? While challenging, it's not as hard as the movies would have you believe - where they always make the worst possible decisions for the sake of drama. Here, at least, you will be offered logical choices amid the foolhardy and your character cares about survival even more than you do. A serious game with gory detail.\n\n\nStyle\n\nThere is a lot of reading in this story. Pages are filled with lengthy descriptions of who, what, when, where, why, & how. The story is quite long (over 2100 pages) and comes in three major sections (of varying length, depending on what you choose to do in them). Don\u2019t forget your 'Save Game' option...\n\n\nSections\n\nThe first section is the shortest and involves escaping the subway tunnels.\n\nThe second section involves moving around within the city and escaping.\n\nThe third section involves moving through the suburbs to find and save your family.\n\n\nObjective\n\nGet the best ending (or) Get the highest score (or) Kill the most zombies (or) All of the above?\n\n\nScoring\n\nEach choice is assigned a value from 10 - 50 points: Generally, 10 points are given for a bad decisions, 30 points for neutral decisions, and 50 points for the most logical choices. 20 & 40 points are also awarded, when certain choices fall between the other values. Your final Score at the end of the game is the total of all the decisions made, multiplied by a number of special factors (depending on what you accomplish during play).\n\nNote that the highest possible score will not be achieved by making all the right choices - as making the best choices often allow you to bypass certain other 'choice-filled' events, that will net you more points in the long run (if survived) than by simply skipping them altogether in the first place.\n\n\nEndings\n\nAs this is a zombie game, the very best ending can only be achieved by not getting bit at all, but there are still a number of interesting endings available, even if you do get chomped on a time or two. In fact, you are not likely to get the Highest Score with the very best ending - but that's the trade-off.\n\nWith each 'Death Page' and the 'Official Endings', you will have the chance to see how you did before quitting (or going back). A Rundown is included that shows how many zombies and/or people you killed, how many people you saved, how many zombies munched your brains, and of course your Total Score. If at the end of your game you have 10,000 or more points, you will also be able to see a write-up of the Zombie Virus and Zombie Types used during the game.\n\nThe type of ending you achieve will also be reflected in the last digit of your Final Score: Death Pages will produce a score ending in '0'; Official Endings will show a '5'; and the Very Best Ending will show a '7'.\n\nPost a comment to show your high scores to the world!\n\n\nTroubleshooting\n\nPlease PM me if you find bugs or breaks in logic (such as walking on foot in one scene, then riding a mountain bike in the next, without ever having found the mountain bike first). The most helpful thing you could do is tell me the name of the page with the bug (and) the name of the page you came into that page from, plus a description of what\u2019s not working correctly.\n\n\nGood Luck!\n\n\nThis game dedicated to my lovely LadyZerka (and Five Hundred Feet of Heavy Rope in a Barrel)   =)", "action_results": [{"action": "Begin...", "result": "Dead Man Walking.\n\n\nYou are drifting through darkness, floating weightless in an inky black void. Slowly you realize you are not quite awake, but coming out of unconsciousness; you must have passed out for some reason. You try to sit up, but some unseen force holds your body down. With a note of frustration you realize again that you are still not fully awake. Focusing your will you try to start yourself awake, and for a moment it seems to work \u2013 you sit up and look around and can see that you are in a dark tunnel with very little light. You notice a man stooped over some object to your right and try to call out to him, but your voice does not work. Regardless, the man turns to look at you and it is then that you see it is not a man at all, but a smoky silhouette of shadow in vaguely a man-like shape. The thing sets upon you in a flash and you feel a smothering presence overpowering you in the darkness, wrapping you up, holding you down; trying to invade you. In panic you jolt awake \u2013 this time for real.\n\n\nThe first thing you notice is a sharp stabbing pain in your head. Reaching up, you feel your hair matted in blood and grimace as you run your fingers over the jagged edges of what must surely be a serious head wound. Part of your scalp has actually been torn free of your skull and hangs in a greasy mess over your ear. You\u2019re not bleeding from the woLine truncated

data/scraper/stories/story10.json

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=45375", "context": "", "first_story_block": "All around you is the smell of warfare. Acrid smoke from the campfires, piss and refuse from the latrines, sweat from the men.\n\n\nAnd fear. You smell that too.\n\n\nThese men have reason to be afraid. You have spent the last few months fighting King Harold's enemies, only to march double-time to confront his most dangerous yet; William of Normandy. His army is camped below, twelve thousand men strong, in comparison to your eight thousand. There is reason to be afraid. Are you afraid? No, you affirm decisively in your mind. You are not afraid. You are Lord Aethelwulf, The Lord In The North, King Harold's most trusted advisor, and the veteran of a hundred battles. Why should you be afraid of an army of ragtag Normans who come to die on your sword?\n\n\nShaking such doubts from your mind, you stride purposefully through the bustle of the camp, intent on checking on the forward defenses. A pair of giggling urchins weave nimbly around you and a staggering drunk lurches out in front of you, notices your sparkling chainmail armor and backs away, apologizing profusely. Striding onward towards the edge of the English camp you pass the watchful gaze of the sentries unchallenged and stand at the upper slope of the hill.\n\n\nYou are not alone. Another man sits on the hill, wreathed in the shadow of the setting sun. Drawing closer you recognize him as Acwellen, a minor lord, but stalwart fighter. His face is stone, his jaw grimly set and his eyes staring out at the horizon. Looking over his shoulder you see the black smoke smearing the red evening sky. In the distance the town of Hastings burns. In the blurry uncertainty of the setting sun, you cannot tell if the glisten at his eyes is tears or just the sparkle of dying sunlight. Acwellen's son, you remember, was put in command of Hasting's garrison.\n\n\nAbove the treeline you can just make out the crackle of flames. Hastings burns.", "action_results": [{"action": "Offer your condolences", "result": "Gently, you place your hand on his shoulder and speak softly\n\n\n\"I'm sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine the pain of losing a son, but I am sure he looks down on you from heaven.\"\n\n\nAcwellen's gaze remains fixed on the burning town, and his face is still set in a mask of stone, but his cheeks are streaked.\n\n\n\"Thank you\"\n\n\nHe exhales shakily, opens his mouth to say something else, then closes it and remains silent, yet the words are plainly on his mind, trying to slip free like hounds on a leash. At last he speaks, grim and quiet, little more than a whisper.\n\n\n\"Can we win this battle?\"\n\n\nThe question hangs there for an eternity, all the fear and anxiety of the English army expressed in the musings of one broken man.", "action_results": [{"action": "Yes", "result": "\"Yes!\"\n\n\nYou bark, with a sudden harshness that surprises both Acwellen and yourself.\n\n\n\"Yes\"\n\n\nYou continue in a softer tone.\n\n\n\"We can win. This is not the end.\"\n\n\nIn your mind there is no room for doubt. You cannot afford it.\n\n\nBehind the screen of trees the town of Hastings roils with flames and the Norman William's horde assembles.", "action_results": [{"action": "Leave", "result": "Acwellen continues to stare into the flickering glow of the burning town. His face is stony, unfathomable. You turn to leave, picking your way through a patch of muck gingerly. Pressing down with your foot, you assess the ground. Certain patches are dry, but the soil is perilously loose. All it will take is a night of rain to turn the battlefield into a muddy hell. Well, you think to yourself, at least the mud will hurt the Normans worse than us.\n\n\n\"Aethelwulf!\"\n\n\nA voice interrupts your musings.\n\n\nA very familiar voice, deep and booming. It is the voice of Harold, your king.\n\n\nAt just under six feet, he stands a head taller than most, and is just on par with yourself. Both his beard and hair are a fiery orange, and both are thick and wild. His chest is broad and his body muscular, but you notice a distinct bulge in the leather jerkin around his midriff; his infamous love of revelry has not gone unpunished.\n\n\n\"Aethelwulf, you canny bastard!\"\n\n\nHe bellows, grinning and thumping you on the back.", "action_results": [{"action": "\"Harold!\"", "result": "Grinning, you embrace your boyhood friend.\n\n\n\"Harold, good to see you, as always.\"\n\n\nHarold grins. \"I know it is! Everyone says the same exact damn thing!\"\n\n\nHe chuckles, long and low.\n\n\n\"But come, I haven't seen you since our last battle! That was two bloody months ago, near as! Where've you been! Avoiding me, have you?\"\n\n\nYou laugh\n\n\n\"If I went to another feast of yours, I wouldn't fit into my mail\"\n\n\nHe shakes his head ruefully\n\n\n\"You should learn to unwind more! Live your life, you know? Speaking of, how's your wife?\"\n\n\nYou nod solemnly\n\n\n\"She faresLine truncated

data/scraper/stories/story11.json

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=41698", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Your name is Bill Grey and you were born in Missouri in 1840.\n\n\nWhen the American Civil War broke out you sided with your friends and family and served on the Southern side, first in the Missouri State Guard and then with Quantrill's Raiders. After both your parents were shot dead by Union soldiers in the Camp Jackson Massacre your vengeance knew no bounds and you served as a guerrilla under such men as Captain Quantrill, Bloody Bill Anderson and Little Archie Clement. You were at the Lawrence Massacre in 1863 where Quantrill's Raiders killed some two hundred Yankee men and boys in Lawrence, Kansas. A year later you took part in the Centralia Massacre where, with the rest of Anderson's band, you helped stop a train, took two dozen unarmed Union soldiers off it and shot them dead - when soldiers were sent out a few hours later your band ambushed them as well and killed more than one hundred. Following Anderson's death in 1864 and Quantrill's in 1865 you and your surviving companions surrendered at the end of the Civil War.\n\n\nReturning to Missouri you try to rebuild your life as a farmer on your family's lands but it is impossible: though pardoned you and your fellow guerrillas have not been forgiven for your Civil War activities and are threatened and persecuted by pro-Unionist citizens and lawmen. The victorious North controls the banks, railroad and government and in fear of your life and unable to do business with any but your fellow impoverished Southerners by 1866 you have had enough. You learn that your last surviving war-time leader Archie Clement is secretly arranging a meeting of several former-Guerrillas and when he invites you to take part you readily accept. Clement's plan is to rob Yankee banks in Missouri to show the Federal Government that though the war may be over you and your companions are still fighting back. It is this fateful decision that will be your first step down the Outlaw path, a dangerous and lonely road...\n\n\nIn this story your fate will be determined entirely by your choices. The number of Gunfights you take part in, the people you Injure and Kill, the number of Robberies you commit and your Score (your share of the amount of money you steal) will all be recorded. Your main aim is to survive, avoiding both prison and death in order to continue your Outlaw career with a long-term goal of eventually retiring. Be careful: one wrong decision, particularly in a gunfight where any moment can be your last, will signal a sudden and fatal end to your career, prison is less of a final ending but depending on the evidence against you can either be a short term delay to your career or a decisive end to it. Your secondary aim is to build up your Score by taking part in as many successful robberies as possible, if you are part of a ten-man team that rob a bank of $10,000 dollars for example your share will come to $1,000 and this will be added to your Score. When your career ends, whether through peaceful retirement or suddenly and violently, you will be sent to the Performance Table where you can compare your Gunfights, Injured, Killed, Robberies and Score to your fellow Outlaws as an indication of how well you performed - leaving a comment at the end of the story will also enable others to see your Score.\n\n\nGood luck Reader, your Outlaw story is about to begin.", "action_results": [{"action": "The First Step", "result": "You and your fellow Outlaws meet at the James Family Farm to plan your first bank robbery. There are seven of you: your youthful leader Little Archie Clement, calm and reserved Frank James, cunning Cole Younger and his reliable brother-in-law John Jarette, the Shepherd brothers George Shepherd and one-eyed Ol Shepherd and finally yourself. You fought alongside each other for years during the War and you know from experience they are all brave and daring. It is your 20 year old leader Little Archie, the youngest and deadliest man present, who arranged this meeting and plans the robbery.\n\n\n\"It's time for us to ride again boys,\" he declares to you all. \"Show those Yankee carpet-baggers that there is still some fight in the South! The town of Liberty, is our target boys, we'll all ride in together. Frank, you and Cole will go in the bank, take the tellers hostage and put all the money you find in the safe into this haversack. The rest of us will wait outside, hold the horses and keep anyone from entering the bank. When you two have finished lock the tellers in the vault, come outside and we'll mount up and ride off. If the alarm is raised boys pull out your pistols and fire them into the air like we used to do in the War when we raided a town - it works wonders for keeping those Yankee shop owners and stable boys off the street! If they start shooting back clear out fast, whether we have the money or not. We'll hit the bank on February 13th,Line truncated

data/scraper/stories/story12.json

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=10634", "context": "", "first_story_block": " \n\nAnother day home from school\u2026\n\n\n\n\u201cI\u2019m telling you Ms. Zelamoyer is a witch, there\u2019s no way she could know what we did unless she read our minds!\u201d David says.\n\n\u201cYeah maybe she\u2019s even a demon in human disguise!\u201d Tom adds\n\n\u201cOr maybe you two looked guilty as hell and laughed the loudest when she sat on the thumbtacks you put in her seat.\u201d You say. \u201cI told you guys that was a bad idea. I\u2019m surprised she only paddled you and didn\u2019t have you kicked out of the school permanently.\u201d\n\n\u201cYeah well it didn\u2019t even hurt. My dad beats me harder than that. Though I guess Tom thought it hurt with the way he cried! Hahahaha!\u201d David taunts.\n\n\u201cShut up David!\u201d Tom exclaims.\n\n\u201cSo are you playing Smash Sphere over in the park today?\u201d David asks you.\n\n\u201cI hope so, but my dad\u2019s been on my case about me studying harder. Says he wants me to make something of myself when I grow up.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat sucks. My dad is always either at the mines or drinking at your dad\u2019s place. The only time I have to worry about him is when my mom tells him about something I did, then I get a beating. I don\u2019t think I\u2019d survive it if he was always around.\u201d David replies.\n\n\u201cMy mom doesn\u2019t beat me, but she\u2019ll yell and throw me into a small dark closet without food if I do something bad.\u201d Tom says.\n\n\u201cYour mom is one scary ass dyke, Tom. My dad said he saw her scare away a mountain troll in the mines once.\u201d\n\n\u201cShut up David! My mom\u2019s not a dyke!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes she is! What about that other lady that lives with you then?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s just mom\u2019s roommate! She needs a place to stay so she helps around the house, like cook dinner or clean up. Mom is at the mines all day, so she can\u2019t do that stuff, so it works out. She\u2019s kind of like a live in maid!\u201d\n\n\u201cSounds more like a second mom\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\nAs much as you enjoy Tom\u2019s na\u00efve defense of his lesbian mother and David\u2019s taunting of it, you arrive at the Inn where you say goodbye to your friends and tell them you might see them later.\n\n\n\nAs soon as you get in, you dad calls you over to the bar.\n\n\n\n\u201cSo do you have any homework?\u201d he asks.\n\n\u201cYeah, but it\u2019s not due until next week.\u201d\n\n\u201cHmm, well if it\u2019s not due until next week it must need a lot of attention, better get started on it.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s really not that much dad, I can do it over the weekend. I\u2019m going to go out and play smash sphere with David and Tom.\u201d\n\n\u201cIs that what you think? Better cancel that idea. You\u2019re hitting the books, besides I vaguely remember you mentioning you were also going to have test next week too.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut dad!\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t dad me! You\u2019ve been letting your school work slide lately and getting into trouble at school with those two little hoodlums you hang out with.\u201d\n\n\u201cThey\u2019re not hoodlums, and I didn\u2019t get into trouble today!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou aren\u2019t supposed to be getting into trouble in the first place! Look son, I know you think I\u2019m being hard on you, but this really is for your own good. Your little friends don\u2019t have fathers that give shit about them, I should know because David\u2019s dad is in here all the time and as for Tom, well the less said about his situation the better.\u201d\n\n\n\nDoesn\u2019t look like you\u2019re getting out of here today, but you make one last attempt.\n\n\n\n\u201cBut I really don\u2019t have that much homework, I really can do it quick over the weekend!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell if that is the case, you can help me out here instead.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cOne of my barmaids is sick and I\u2019m expecting a full house here tonight due to it being one of the miner\u2019s birthdays today, so you can carry food and drinks.\u201d\n\n\n\nYou certainly weren\u2019t expecting that.\n\n\n\n\u201cWhat? Can\u2019t mom do it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYour mother is going to have her hands full attempting to cook the giant cloudspeak ram in the kitchen for the celebration, in fact you can start off by helping her chop up the beast.\u201d\n\n\n\nAs usual your dad has given you no \"choice\" at all.", "action_results": [{"action": "Resign yourself to doing your homework", "result": "Well, you\u2019d rather not do any real work and lying and sneaking out is probably just going to get you into more trouble.\n\n\n\n\u201cAlright, I\u2019ll do my homework!\u201d you say.\n\n\u201cGood choice son. Make sure you lock the door to the private quarters as usual.\u201d\n\n\n\nYou head upstairs to the third floor where your family has their own living space and lock the door.\n\n\n\nYou get started on your hoLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=42204", "context": "", "first_story_block": "You\u2026 think too much. It\u2019s always been your issue. You\u2019ve had twelve miserable years in the world, an existence wracked with headaches, horrible, coma-like states known as your \u201cdeep dreams\u201d, and horrible, scratching and never-ceasing voices that knaw at your sanity. You\u2019ve been left frail, pale and very skinny from your condition as you spend most of your life sleeping, wrapped up and coddled in a tent of animal hides. If there was any justice, you would\u2019ve been left on a hill to die when your tribe realized how weak you were, but through your condition you\u2019ve made yourself useful. You have premonitions, messages that you can make out from the depth of your dreams that make you the most valuable member of the tribe. Whether it be seeing the green flames of anger running through the eastern fringes of the forests that signal an upcoming Greenkskin attack, the sweet smells drifting from the lake that indicate a herd of Braxen or a flock of buzzards that can easily be haunted down by some of your hunters. That\u2019s not even to mention some of your other abilities. You can unnerve, even frighten strong warriors with a glance, cause mass confusion with a few words, easily convince some of the dumber members of the tribe to do your bidding, and with a lot of effort you\u2019re able to \u201cdrag\u201d items towards you without touching them. Still, due to the fact you can barely walk, it\u2019s hardly a fair trade off.\n\n\n\u201cKarth!\u201d a voice cries. \n\n\nYou look up, pulling your skinny body slightly above the blankets that are wrapped around you to look at Duggin as he walks inside, carrying a spear, a bow and sheath, wearing the hide of one of the many beasts of the jungle.\n\n\n\u201cWhat thoughts have you for us today?\u201d Duggin asks.\n\n\nYou love your tribe. Your tribe is a group of strong, brave and loyal men who only want the best for each other. Better men don\u2019t exist. Unfortunately, they\u2019re idiots. Half your job here is relaying the many dreams, omens and messages you have in your sleep. The other half is keeping them from killing themselves. There are men here who have lived twenty, thirty, forty, even fifty years, but in your twelve years on this world you\u2019ve learned infinitely more. You introduced them to the concept of stealing the hides from slain beasts and wearing it as your own, the concept of hiding like a predator with camouflage and strength, and new battlefield strategies beyond \u201cattack!\u201d.\n\n\n\u201cNone. It was a peaceful night,\u201d you say.\n\n\n\u201cWe\u2019re having a hunt with the Azajaja tribe. We\u2019re heading to meet up with them soon.\u201d\n\n\nYou nod, raising your bony arms as Duggin lifts you up. You wrap your frail body around him as he walks outside. A large boar-like creature, a puk, sits there with a double-saddle tied to it. Duggin sits in the front saddle and places you in the back one, wrapping blankets tightly around you. You need the blankets for multiple reasons: to keep warm, to give yourself some sort of cushion to protect your fragile body, and most importantly it stops from having to feel the rough puk hair. Many textures, just like puk hair, just sends you into a tantrum for some strange reason. You can't rationalize it, but it still effects you. The puk begins striding forward in a half-gallop, as the other hunters of your tribe hop astride the puk, heading out toward the nearby lake. Suddenly, you watch as dozens of lizard-like creatures burst out of the trees, scuttling away from the jungles.\n\n\n\u201cAh! Look what we have here, boys! Fresh prey, sent to us by the great God-Emperor!\u201d Duggin yells, raising his bow.\n\n\nYou watch as the lizards charge out with reckless abandon, straight into your arrow fire. You pull yourself up the saddle into more of a sitting position, thinking. These are simple beasts, but even beasts have a level of cunning that stops them from acting as such. They aren\u2019t this stupid, are they?", "action_results": [{"action": "Warn your allies", "result": "These beasts would never simply charge into the path of a fierce predator\u2026 unless a fiercer predator was chasing them.\n\n\n\u201cWait! Wait! Attack!\u201d you shout.\n\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d Duggin asks, annoyed as your outburst causes him to miss a shot.\n\n\n\u201cThere\u2019s something chasing the beasts!\u201d\n\n\nDuggin raises an eyebrow, before barking out an order. The hunters quickly rearrange formation, just as a horde of Greenskins charge out of the trees with a fierce roar. A burst of spears and arrows flies out from your allies, but the orks take them in their stride. Arrows imbed themselves into their chest and arms, but they don\u2019t go down. Spears jab forward, metal points finding the softest parts of the thick green skin, sinking deep with a spurt of bLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=6823", "context": "", "first_story_block": "You are sitting in the pilot's chair of the starship Andromeda, on the edge of the Protherus star system, getting ready to make a Light Space Jump to your freighter's next destination. You hear a sound, like someone gasping in surprise, and look up from your console. Your co-pilot, Karl, is looking intently at his console, and doesn't seem to have heard anything unusual. You must have imagined the sound, for you and Karl are the only two people aboard this starship.\n\n\"Jump calculations are complete,\" Karl says to you, sitting in the co-pilots seat beside yours.\n\nBefore you, the transparent plasglass windows of the cockpit provide a view of the stars. Space stretches on infinitely before you. Directly in the middle of your foreward view, a star shines brighter than the others - it is your destination, the closest star to the star system you are currently in.\n\n\"Preparing to Jump to Light Space,\" you say, mentally going through your pre-jump checklist, as you press buttons and flick switches to the correct settings. You feel the ship beginning to vibrate as the interstellar propulsion system powers up, ready to activate.\n\n\"Activating LSJD,\" you say, pressing the final button. There is the usual flash of white light, and...", "action_results": [{"action": "Not Quite Right", "result": "You are sitting in your pilot's chair, in the cockpit of the Andromeda, and something is not quite right. Outside the windows, the darkness of space is gone, there is only light. You raise your arm to cover your eyes, but as you do, the light pales. Instead of searing your eyes like a thousand suns, the endless expanse of white outside the windows gives off a soft light, like looking at a white plaster wall that someone is shining a torch on.\n\nAs your eyes adjust to this strange phenomena, you hear a gasping, gurgling sound from behind you. Glancing to one side, you see the strangest thing. The right hand half of the cockpit is stretched out before and behind you. Your co-pilot, his chair and console, are now lines and blobs of horizontal colour, stretching through the room in streaks, like a motion-blurred, time-lapse photograph!\n\nYour head goes dizzy as your eyes and brain try to make sense of what it is you are seeing, then suddenly the strange warping of space stops, and the entire cockpit looks normal and whole once more. However, your co-pilot, his body restored to its correct physical form, sags forward in his chair, held up by his chest-crossing seatbelt buckle. Blood trickles from the corners of his mouth as his head drops forward, staring sightlessly down at his console.\n\nOutside the ship, the pale light - the endless expanse of whiteness instead of the blackness of space - tells you that something is horribly wrong here.", "action_results": [{"action": "Examine Karl's body.", "result": "You move from your console, over to beside your co-pilot. You lift up his head so you can look in his eyes. His head, fully illuminated by the pale light shining in through the windows, stares back at you, seeing nothing. You release him, letting his head drop back down again.\n\nLooking at his jumpsuit, you examine the body-monitoring device built into the suit. The device is supposed to monitor life signs, as well as the surrounding environment, and it tells you that his heart has stopped. Karl is clearly dead.", "action_results": [{"action": "Bring up a ship damage report on your console, and try to find out what is wrong with the ship.", "result": "Sitting in your chair, you bring up the ship status display, and look for signs of damage. For a moment you just look at the screen, unable to believe what it is saying. According to the screen, nothing exists behind the ship's cockpit. The rest of the ship is simply gone... vanished... non-existant!\n\n'How can that be?' you think to yourself. After all, the power generators at the rear of the ship must exist, because all the computer systems and life support within the cockpit is functioning just as it always does. The rest of the ship MUST exist!\n\nFrustrated, you turn off the status display.", "action_results": [{"action": "Check the ship's sensors, and see what it can detect.", "result": "You look at the ship's sensor screen. It shows your ship in the middle of the screen, but shows no signs of planets or stars in the vicinity. In fact, it shows nothing at all, in any direction. You look out the window again, at the vast expanse of whiteness that seems to stretch out endlessly in every direction. There's nothing out there but pale, white light.\n\nWhat is this place? Is this Light Space, the other dimension, that ships pass through when they jump? Did your ship somehow become stuck in this dimension, half-way through the jump procedure? If so, how are you supposed to get out?", "action_results": [{"action": "Open the cockpit door, and look into thLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=18988", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Vampire.\n\nIndeed, that is what Kelso called you. You can still hear his cold, baritone voice explaining it to you. Vampires in the tales of Fantasy are glamorized; nigh-immortal, sexually desirable, powerful. But, while you suppose you are some of those things, in truth, you are not much more than an albino with a lot of health issues. The sun, he said, will damage your skin more than anything else. Any sort of foodstuff can't be digested anymore by your barely functioning bodily systems. He claims to have an idea of what the 'Professor' was trying to do to us, but for whatever reason, he has dodged the questions anytime you ask.\n\nAny information other than that, Kelso hasn't revealed. The irking thing is that it is obvious he knows what's going on, but he consistently acts as if it is in your own good you don't know what went on.\n\nThe nights have been hard since your escape from the Facility. Most nights you wake up shivering, after all the nightmares you've been dealing with. It's terrifying, and it only makes you wonder what horrible things were done to you at the Facility. You do know that they must have affected your ability to feel. No, not the wishy washy 'emotional' garbage you'd usually expect, but your sense of touch was dulled. While a lot of your senses have been heightened, that one stands out. You feel very little pain from your feet, which is odd; considering how you spent your time running over cracked glass just two days ago, but it seems to have healed recently.\n\n---\n\nWaiting. It should be sunrise by now. Kelso said you shouldn't get out, as you are a creature of the darkness now. He, on the other hand, has been out for the entire night and then some. You're not sure what Kelso is hunting for, but you know that you're beginning to get thirsty. More and more questions begin to build up, and no doubt the bastard won't answer half of them. Even while you ran with him through the night, running across various landscapes. Most are just a barren dessert, though every once in while you'd pass a half-buried house like this.\n\n\"Bright lights up ahead.\" He said. A city only several miles down. Kelso must have gone there for the clothes he mentioned, but you hope he's safe....", "action_results": [{"action": "Continue waiting inside for Kelso", "result": "A sigh leaves your lips as you ruffle your hair with your hand. Now scratching, several hairs fall off. Perhaps not too unusal; trivial, even. But things like this interest people in boredom. That, and the twitching of a certain fly beside the table. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.\n\nIt's annoying. Your nose flares as you continue to sit. Sleep isn't what it used to be either, more like an odd sort of meditating. Besides that, your senses continue to ring as the fly takes to the air around you. It lands, and you feel a faint tickle on your cheek-- And you catch the damned bugger. Nothing but your hand moved, a small action was all it took to take the flies life. You didn't even mean to kill it immediately, though you don't mind it's yellow ooze. Without feeling it, you squished it. Threat destroyed, you put your fingers to your temples and try to meditate.\n\nAlmost immediately, your mind begins to drift...\n\n---\n\n\nCome on, wake up!\n\n\"Wuh? What's going on? Who are you?\"\n\nWe can formally reintroduce ourselves later damnit, the lab is falling apart!\n\nThe lab? What lab? Why the hell am I in a lab?\n\nI'll explain everything once we're safe. But we need to go. Now.\n\n\nIt is then when your eyes adjust enough that you can actually view the chaos that surrounds you. The red, flashing lights give you just enough light to make out cracked capsules with smelly liquid pouring out from them and flooding the floor. Looking even slightly up, you can see your own smashed container, as well as the pillars supporting the ceiling riddled with cracks. An odd assortment of humanoids seem to be sprawled out on the floor, with several still writhing and creeping sluggishly.\n\nBut besides all this, you don't really feel much, considering. A numbing liquid surrounding and licking at your sides, but not much else. You can't even recognize your own heart beat. Then again, that's quite possibly due to the tension and commotion. Perhaps you were numbed while in that storage container.\n\nThe man beside you seems to still shaking you, though it takes you several seconds to notice. Grabbing you by the hand, he begins to force you up and drag you along until your legs begin to feel enough to move. Although still sluggish, your motor controls seem to be working better than whatever you could remember. Finally, you feel like you can resume mumbling out questions, even while hurtling around breaking pillars and stumbling on broken glass.\n\n\nWhere... where are we going?\n\nOut. The Zealots of the Church may come in any moment, so we need to evLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=10359", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Day Zero.\n\nYou wake up, it seems like a normal day.\n\nA little too normal....", "action_results": [{"action": "Go To Work", "result": "You put your clothes on and head to work. Regardless of the abnomal normality of this day, the bills need to be paid. You walk down the street to your local 7/11 ,head to the back room and put on your work clothes.", "action_results": [{"action": "Time to Work", "result": "You spend the rest of the day working, your 9-5 job goes by as normal as ever.\n\nAt little too normal....", "action_results": [{"action": "Well works done, let's go home", "result": "You change back to your normal clothing and walk back home. There's not much to do so you make some food, play some games, masterbate and fall to sleep.\n\nEverything was just too normal though...", "action_results": [{"action": "Day One", "result": "Suppose it makes sense nothing unusual happens until the first day. After all, if anything happened the day before then that would have been considered the first day, now wouldn't it have.\n\nBefore you wake up, let's reflect on who you are so you don't die to some random incident due to some crazy issue you had that you should have known you had all along since you are you.\n\nAnyways....\n\nName: James\n\nAge: 23\n\nSex: Yes Please Male\n\nOccupation: Clerk at 7/11 (Full time)\n\nIntelligence: Average\n\nStrength: Average\n\nStamina: Low\n\nWeapon Experience: You can swing a melee weapon, then again anyone can do that.....that's it\n\nRelationships: You got a best friend who lives next store (Bob) and your family (Mom/Dad/younger Sister) lives across town, that's it. Don't you get lonely?\n\nDriving: You can drive fine, but sadly you cannot afford a car right now.\n\nSpecial Traits : None, you are an average bastard", "action_results": [{"action": "Guess it's time to wake up", "result": "You wake up at 8am, take a shower, throw on some clothes and turn on the local news. Everything seems to go just like it did yesterday, and the news is pretty much the same. Except all the normal murder stories are replaced by animal attacks and riots.\n\nThe news doesn't say anything specific, no mention of zombies or anything, but the potential is still there...\n\n ", "action_results": [{"action": "Go to work anyways", "result": "You decide to head to work anyways, you need money if you're going to finally buy a car and you have bills to pay.\n\nNothing unusual happens on the way to work, nor for the first 3 hours. However at noon the news starts to say some interesting things. It's saying that the attacks and riots this morning are actually due to a new virus. They instruct everyone to return to their homes and wait until further instructions.\n\nNo one arrives for the next hour, and finally your boss calls and tells you to go home. You change and proceed to head home, but then something different happens.\n\n ", "action_results": [{"action": "Well it's about damn time", "result": "You exit the employee room, and find a customer standing just inside of the entrance to the store. He seems pretty out of it. You tell him the store is closed and he turns to you.\n\nHis clothing is covered in blood, and his eyes seem completely black. He starts to stumble towards you.\n\nYou continue to yell at him, angry that he is ignoring you. Finally, when he's just out of arm's reach, you realize hes probably been infected with that virus you heard about on the news.\n\nYou hate to admit it, but he's probably a zombie.\n\n(Well no shit Sherlock)\n\nSo, what's the plan?", "action_results": [{"action": "Wrestle Him", "result": "You um...decide the best course of action is to wrestle a zombie.\n\nPerhaps \"average intelligence\" was a bit too generous...\n\nRegardless, you slip behind the zombie and put him in a chokehold. You lean back, fall to the floor, and wrap your legs around him.\n\nNow usually this is the part where the person would slowly lose consciousness, and you would then let go and kick them a few times for good measure. Sadly this person is a zombie and can't lose consciousness. As such, his continous struggle eventually gets him out of your iron grip, and he bites your arm.\n\nWe could go further into the story, but you can guess what your ending is now.\n\n \n[Death]", "action_results": []}, {"action": "Avoid him and exit the store", "result": "You avoid the man and exit the store. He looks pretty dangerous what with being covered in blood and all. You lock up behind you, effectively trapping the man inside.\n\nYou don't care though, whoever works next can deal with him. You walk home and throw on the news to see exactly what this new virus is.", "action_results": [{"action": "The News", "result": "The news says that the new virus causes people to become hyper agressive, and that it is passed by the transfer of bodily fluids. They advise again that everyone stay indoors aLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=5466", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Creator Notes: Please maximize the window to fully enjoy. I made this to tell a story while allowing you to see first-hand what the characters feel, think, and what they've been through. I wanted to make something enjoyable and worthwhile, so here it is.\n\nDisclaimer: All pictures are not mine - they are from google. Where the heck else will I, a 14-year-old, get  angel pictures? However, all characters and such are mine.\n\n\n\n\n                                                                                                                                                                                                 \n We throw out our bodies on the fire and we die,\nSettle into ashes as the flames keep piling high\nWe tossed and spread the kerosene and alcohol,\nThe ethylene ignited cardboard homes.\nThe second in a hundred and again as many years\nStreet signs, skyscrapers and names.\nState Street, what a great street\nWhen the places and the people stayed the same.\n\nWinter beats the summer on the worst ones\nI fall in love again on the first ones\nCarbon vapor lines burn as a grid\nLike the burning summer evenings like my fingertips did ...\n\nThis town is choking on our filth\nObstinate displays of wealth\nClog our Lincoln, Wicker, Rogers parks.\nHere's to your health Chicago.\nFiddle as we burn.\nNevermore, nevertheless\nBuild it up and tear it down and never learn .....\n\n-- The Lawrence Arms  \n\n                                                                                                                                                                                              \n\n \n \n\n\nPROLOGUE:\n\n BURNING CHICAGO\n\n ", "action_results": [{"action": "Start the game.", "result": "' \nThere's a strange soft ringing in my ears, but I cannot open my eyes. Cinders of gray and red have blinded me, my movement halted by something large crushing into my back, my ribs. In an instant, I remember everything. A sound of gunfire and a thick, hearty smell of fuel makes me naseous.\n\n\"Yuzo! Aki!\" I can't even recognize my voice, it's so torn and raggerd.\n\nThe apartment is no longer an apartment, but a pile of rubble and belongings - some of them I would know as my own. Swollen and burning with tears, my eyes try to pry open and see, and I'm made frantic by the sound of perpetual ringing and crumbling.\n\nMy leg is mingled under the thick layers of debris and rock, and I fear it will only mangle worse with struggles.", "action_results": [{"action": "Try to pry away.", "result": "When I finally decide to try to pry myself out from under the rubble, I brace my abused hands down and pull out with as much vigor as I had to muster. I had to tell myself, no matter the strain placed on my leg, that staying would not save me. I have to escape, and I have to find Aki and Yuzo. I can't simply abandon my childhood friends.\n\nThere was a loud pop that came after my leg was released from the painful hold, and I screamed. Oh, how I wish to see. I could feel hot ash brush under my face, in my hair. I tried so horribly to leep them away; I must've been pathetic.", "action_results": [{"action": "Go find Aki and Yuzo.", "result": "Slowly, I have gotten through much of the debris, though troubling. At the moment, my mind was set upon my two friends. If I was in such a wretched state, what was of them?\n\n\"Y-Yuzo! Can you hear me! Please answer me!\"\n\nThey could've been buried in debris...", "action_results": [{"action": "Go find help.", "result": "I decide to find someone to help, someone who has better eyes and can see more than me. Someone who could tell me whether my friends have made it through; I would not make it without it.\n\n\"Is anybody out there?! Anyone?! Please, answer me!\" \n\nFor a long time, there is no response, and suddenly a \"Who's there?\". It was a deep voice, like one's father would have. Then, a hand touching my shoulder. \"My god, boy! You shouldn't be walking! You have a deep laceration in your side! And your eyes...\"\n\n ", "action_results": [{"action": "\"Please, we need to find my friends.\"", "result": "He was silent as a grave, looking at me with sad eyes. \"Kid, you're a miracle to be alive yourself. Your friends have a ghost of a chance. A ghost of a chance, I'm telling you.\"", "action_results": [{"action": "\"No, you're wrong! Dammit, you're wrong!\"", "result": "My face scrunches with anger, my aching eyes glaring. \"Damn it, they are fine! They could be alive! You need to save all of the people alive right?! No matter the stakes! No matter anything!\"\n\n\"Kid, calm down. You'll only hurt yourself.\"\n\n\"How can I be calm when...!\"\n\nThe man was right - I think I'd fainted in the prime of my cursing and ranting. '\n\n \n\n...This is where it will truly begin.", "action_results": [{"action": "End of Prolouge", "result": " \nIn 1954, Zempaphs were iLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=28030", "context": "", "first_story_block": "You open your eyes and see the sun out of the open window. You watch it for a second trying to feel its heat on your body but after a moment you give up. Its winter and its perpetually cold here anyway. You get up and wander over to take in the view, you've been staying in this room for a while now. Your not sure exactly how long but it feels like around 5 months, long enough to become used to it at least.\n\n\nYou lean out through the window and take in the sights, There are still some skyscrapers to the east looking in good condition, the stadium to the North isn't doing so well though, the roof has caved in and taken a small part of the wall down with it. Looking around you get a sense of general decay, between the points of interest are just fields of broken buildings and rubble. You know the couple of decades since the infection couldn't have done it alone so you decided it was the military. They had actually held out for years with relatively few casualties before it became airborne, after that it was chaos for a time until a 'vaccine' was found and sent world wide in an attempt to end the spread of the infection.\n\n\nYou take one last look around then head for the door. You picked this room since it not only had a working lock on the door but actually had glass in the window, seemed like a nice touch of normality. Sadly the food has run out and you've scavenged the entire surrounding area until nothing is left, you have to move on. At least now you have a destination. Just last week you had found a decrepit old survivor mumbling to themselves in a fever and learned that somewhere to the far east past the skyscrapers there is a thriving colony, THOUSANDS of people actually living and forming a good community. The dying old man didn't have much of value but at least you got enough food to keep you full until now.", "action_results": [{"action": "Down the Stairs", "result": "You head down the stairs to check on your trap. Its a simple pitfall at the base of the stairs but it's sometimes good enough to catch a wild animal or two. Sadly no such luck today. Seems like the dead have finally managed to make the city free from even rats now.\n\n\nYou start heading for the door when you hear a small sound outside, just a piece of wood being disturbed but your senses are attuned to listening for these things. Your now stuck, there is a back door but you don't keep it or the alleyways back there clear so just about anything could have moved in, however your pretty sure there is something out the front doors.", "action_results": [{"action": "The Front Door", "result": "You sling your pack over your shoulder and take out your metal baseball bat before edging slowly closer to the door, you need to know what's out there. It could just be a shambler who is about as dangeous as a child unless they are in a large pack. Then again it could be one of the other types. The Fast types are tricky to handle if not too smart. The mutant types, animals who got directly infected, are very dangerous. The Crazies, humans who got the vaccine too late or were bitten after getting it, they retain some semblance of intelligence but only that of a stupid  flesh craved psychopath. Then theres the 'Heralds' or 'Harbingers', Nicknamed as the 'Harbingers of the apocalypse', they look nearly completely human but the infection somehow bonded with them making them stronger and faster than normal humans while retaining all of their intelligence, of course they still feed on living and partly decayed flesh, you avoid them at all costs.\n\n\nOnce you get close you very slowly open the door a crack and peek out. Nothing immediately visible, your going to have to open it and look properly.", "action_results": [{"action": "Outside", "result": "You slowly open the door until its wide enough for you to fit through the gap, you have your bat ready and slip out into the sun. You carefully look around as you creep into the street, still nothing...\n\n\n'CRACK'\n\n\nYou hear the noise from behind you and whirl around to see something stepping out of a pile of rubbish very close to the door you just came out of.\n\n\nYou panic for a moment and consider just running away as fast as you can... when you see it more clearly.\n\n\nIt wasn't hiding to ambush you, it's just a shambler. The slowest and least dangerous of all the undead. It was probably lying in that heap for days and only moved because of you walking nearby. You walk up to it and even take the time to do a little impression of a pro-hitter before a single clean strike caves its skull right in and it crumples into a heap on the ground. You briefly reminisce about when the outbreak first happened and it would take several hits to the head to stop them, but now you're a lot stronger and faster than an average human and sport a physique that would have belonged to a professional atLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=56515", "context": "", "first_story_block": "It's a dark night, with even the moon itself dim in the sky, its light incapable of piercing the veil of darkness that hangs over you. Your heavy boots trudge along stones as you stroll up the path to the old log cabin ahead of you. A pump-action shotgun sits in your hand, a solid determination clear in each of your steps.\n\n\nYou survey the cabin, eyes watching for any movements ahead of you. The cabin looks run-down, and you'd have guessed it'd be abandoned if you didn't know better. The cold air prickles your face, so you grab your balaclava, pulling it up over your mouth and nose.\n\n\nYou reach the old wooden door at the front of the lodge. Quickly checking your safety and checking you have everything for the third time, you loosen your shoulders and take a deep breath. Raising your hand, you rap your knuckles against the door. A few moments later, you hear a raspy voice call out through the door, as an eye peers through the eye hole at you.\n\n\n\"Minski Kuzkin?\" you ask.\n\n\n\"Hello?\" a thick Russian voice answers.\n\n\nYou step back, raising your shotgun and blasting it through the door. You hear a horrified scream, and have to actively suppress any trace of empathy that peaks through. You pump your shotgun, the shell flying to the ground as you blow away the door hinges, before booting the door. You step through the door, finding a pathetic looking figure in tattered, filthy rags, blood soaking through them and pooling on the floor around him. The stench hits you then, the air so heavy with rot and pestilence that you have to gag. The man seems to be in his mid-to-late forties, although you know he's barely in his thirties. His ogre-like frame, no doubt intimidating normally, is now huddled up as he desperately tries to stem the bleeding. You stroll forward, pressing your boot against the man's neck as you aim your shotgun at his chest.\n\n\n\"If you have any weapons on you, it'll be a lot easier if you tell me now.\"\n\n\n\"You twisted fuck! You goddamn...!\"\n\n\nYou pump the shotgun, a shell flying to the ground. The noise quietens Minski's complaints to a pained whimpering.\n\n\n\"I don't,\" he answers, his voice a mere whimper.\n\n\n\"Good,\" you answer, grabbing a pair of silver handcuffs from your belt. \n\n\nYou grab Minski's arm, forcing them behind his back as you cuff him. He screams again as you roll him onto his stomach, but a quick knee to the head quietens him again.\n\n\nYou stand, taking a deep breath, your resolve in your duty strengthening.\n\n\n\"Wh-who are y-you?\" Minski asks.\n\n\n\"I hunt monsters, Mr Kuzkin. Vampires, banshees, werewolves, wraiths, changelings, demons... you get the drift.\"\n\n\nMinski lets out a cold, cruel laugh, his demeanor changing.\n\n\n\"Aah... I see. You've finally found me, after all these years. You've sensed my presence. You're after the demon that burns inside my soul. I've been waiting for someone like you.\"\n\n\nYou don't even bother to look at the man, instead taking a step into the lounge kitchen, your fears confirmed. At that moment, you're glad you're wearing a balaclava.\n\n\nA badly burned body lies on the kitchen table, its face mutilated beyond recognition. The body's small, the victim not much older than fourteen. The smell is unbearable, filling the house. You look away, the sight burning into your retinas even after your years of doing this.\n\n\n\"You twisted fuck,\" you mutter, gritting your teeth.\n\n\nYou blink long and hard, trying to regain a semblance of your cold, methodical, professional demeanor, before looking down at Minksi.\n\n\n\"The demons tear at me, scream at me to do it! It's how you make them stop!\"\n\n\nYou sigh, fingers dancing on the trigger as you aim it at the man's head.\n\n\n\"Demons are real, Mr Kuzkin, but they're rare, and they don't plague you. I thought they might've. It's why I investigated you. But you're not one of the poor souls cursed to deal with them. You're an animal. A pathetic creature so wracked with insanity and hatred that you take it out on the world. You're a mental case, an animal that needs to be put down, a... a...\" you pause, looking to find the right words. \"A monster.\" \n\n\n\"No, no, they're here! They talk to me, they tell me things, they...!\"\n\n\n\"Quiet,\" you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but still controlling the room.\n\n\nThe man's lost in his deluded fantasies, he's not worth talking to. Even though you doubted you would, you'd hoped that you could find some traces of demonic possession here, so you could help the poor man, but no, unfortunately you've only found yourself on the trail of another psychopath rather than any real supernatural presence.\n\n\n\"I... I didn't want to! I tried to fight them, but they wouldn't let me stop! I couldn't sleep, couldn't... couldn't eat, couldn't... I... I just...\" \n\n\nThe pathetic figure breaLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=54639", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Chapter 1: Minor Ambitions\n\n\nOnce upon a time in a city called Klyton, there was a young man who wanted to be a doctor. He studied hard in school and his parents supported his dreams for he was intelligent and hard working and they knew he could succeed if given the chance. They also wanted him to have a more stable and comfortable life than they did. (Much like their parents before them)\n\nDespite the high costs of a formal education of a person growing up in his middle class background, his parents who ran an inn, scraped together enough money to send him to a university and for awhile the young man was able to pursue his dreams.\n\nUnfortunately life doesn\u2019t always go as planned and one day the young man\u2019s father died and to make matters worse it turned out his father who only had the best intentions for his son, had been borrowing from a dangerous loan shark.\n\nWith his mother in danger of losing the inn, the young man had to put his dreams on hold and help his mother. It was a time of great stress for the young man, but in time he was able to not only keep the inn afloat and pay off the debt, but he was also able to turn enough profit to re-enroll at the university and eventually become the doctor he always wanted to be.\n\nDuring his time as an innkeeper however, he had become very close to a young barmaid by the name of Eliza. While their love didn\u2019t blossom immediately, he soon realized his feelings before it was too late and the two became romantically involved and in time they married.\n\nFor various reasons together they moved away from the city and to a quieter smaller town called Teckleville. There the young man opened a private practice and became a respected member of the community and had twins with Eliza.\n\nThese twins, a boy and a girl, had possibly even more of a loving home than their father did and they certainly had even more comforts and advantages. Truly when they grew up, they could be anything they set their minds to.\n\nHowever, once again life is not always so simple.\n\nAs they grew up, these twins became the scourge of Teckleville, always getting into mischief. Granted some misbehavior is expected from youth as they find their purpose in life, but it would seem no matter what, these two were bound and determined to pursue the life of crime.\n\nThe pair of them rogues through and through and as they got older it was apparent they had no desire to change.\n\nAnd that\u2019s where our tale begins\u2026", "action_results": [{"action": "Continue", "result": "Year 16\n\nAs you sit counting your ill-gotten loot from the latest traveling merchant in town, your twin sister is watching you with a slightly distracted expression. She\u2019s been looking like that a lot lately.\n\nYou know she can\u2019t be concerned about getting into trouble. The pair of you have been doing this since you were kids. You\u2019ve got this routine down pretty well at this point.\n\nWhile most of your small town is fully aware of your roguish ways, you\u2019re fortunate that you\u2019re both still young and your father is a good doctor and has some measure of influence in keeping you out of the local jail. Plus, it helps that you long since stopped stealing from the town itself and focused on stealing from people passing through Teckleville instead.\n\nStill, it isn\u2019t like either of your parents are pleased with your recreational criminal activities and have tried to steer you in a different direction with little success. While it tends to go in one ear and out the other with you, sometimes your sister listens occasionally.\n\nAnd you\u2019re pretty sure that\u2019s the cause of her distraction in-between your jobs. Something is on her mind and has been for a while now and today is the day she says as much.\n\n\u201cWe need to talk bro.\u201d your sister says.\n\u201cUh oh. You sound like mom. Which means this doesn\u2019t sound good.\u201d You reply.\n\u201cI really wish you wouldn\u2019t set a negative tone to this already difficult situation. I\u2019ve been going back and forth about this multiple times, making myself sick over it actually.\u201d\n\u201cVery well, let\u2019s get this over with.\u201d\n\nYou sister exhales deeply and sits next to you.\n\n\u201cThere\u2019s nothing here for me in this town.\u201d\n\u201cGee thanks, sis.\u201d\n\u201cThat\u2019s not what I mean, I just\u2026(Sigh) look I know you don\u2019t listen to mom or dad, but I\u2019ve been thinking they\u2019ve got a point. I mean, what am I doing? What are WE doing? I mean when we were little kids, this was fun. Working together in near perfect harmony and avoiding trouble, but we\u2019re both sixteen now. We really going to be doing this for another sixteen years?\u201d\n\u201cWe weren\u2019t doing this straight out of the womb, sis.\u201d\n\u201cYou know what I mean! 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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=7397", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Chapter 1: Dark Beginnings\n\n\nWell, you did it again. You slacked off all semester and didn\u2019t study for your finals. There\u2019s no way you\u2019re going to pass your nature magic test tomorrow. Those things are always killers. You don\u2019t even know why you enrolled in that class; you aren\u2019t even interested in being a nature mage. You don\u2019t even like the damn outdoors!\n\nOh wait, you know why, it\u2019s because you saw a cute witch taking the class, so like a dumb ass, you signed up for it. Naturally the moment you tried to impress her with some sort of cantrip, she laughed at you and said even if she was straight, she wouldn\u2019t go for a half assed hedge wizard like you! You really should\u2019ve known better, half of those witches are lesbians anyway. That whole Mother Earth Goddess worship caters to the rug munching. (And no, there aren\u2019t any MALE witches, any self respecting man would call himself a WARLOCK, not a damn witch!)\n\n(Sigh) Like your little sister\u2019s B\u2019ar\u2019b Dolly once said \u201cMagic is hard!\u201d Indeed. Sometimes you curse the day your mother passed her magical elven blood on to you.\n\nStill, you\u2019re here now, so you need to make the best out of your life. You\u2019re already going to hear it from both of your parents of how you\u2019ve been nothing but a disappointment to the both of them. Your Dad will probably do a little more than say that, he\u2019ll probably personally ride up to the University and beat the hell out of you for wasting his hard earned pillaging money to send you there in the first place.\n\nArrgh! You just wish you were good at SOME kind of magic! You have the ability; you just don\u2019t have the focus! That\u2019s always been the problem with you. Your sister has it easy, she took after Dad. Narrow minded focus on killing someone with a blunt instrument doesn\u2019t take too much effort. Of course you had to be the one that greater things were expected of.\n\nYou\u2019ve tried all the schools, evocation, conjuration, illusion, divination; all of them. You can\u2019t excel in any of it. You can only get so far and then the words and gestures and well all of it just becomes too fucking confusing for you.\n\nHowever, you haven\u2019t tried the \u201cdarker arts\u201d, but your Mom would definitely never approve. (Your Dad probably wouldn\u2019t care, but if you upset your Mom, it\u2019s a warhammer upside the head) In fact it\u2019s illegal to study any of them. They caused too much trouble in the past and nearly destroyed the world at one time. All who are known to even dabble in such arts are immediately taken into custody and executed.\n\nYou don\u2019t think you\u2019d want to be summoning demons anyway; even the few \u201cfriendly ones\u201d that work on campus are fucking assholes to the Nth degree. You can only imagine how bad the ones who haven\u2019t been living among mortals are.\n\nHowever there is another dark art which you have to admit you\u2019ve always had a bit of curiosity about.\n\nThe art in question is necromancy.\n\nAt this point you\u2019re willing to at least see if you\u2019re good at ANYTHING, so for shits and giggles you decide to blow off your test which you\u2019re going to fail anyway and go see if you can find out more about this outlawed dark art.\n\nThough being a lazy sort you decide to try the library first.", "action_results": [{"action": "Go make a trip to the library", "result": "Even though you\u2019re supposed to be a wizard in training, you spend as little time as possible in library if you can help it. Normally you just check out whatever you need to read for a class and leave.\n\nYou have little faith in finding anything substantial on Necromancy in there, but maybe you can find something that will at least quell this thirst for knowledge on it. You realize you\u2019re treading on dangerous ground, but you have to try to learn more.\n\nThe library is huge however, and you\u2019re unsure of where to look, it\u2019s not like there\u2019s a section on Necromancy or Outlawed Magic, but you figure you\u2019ll look in the History section first.\n\nYou glance and browse through the stacks until you pick up a few choice books that look like they might contain something, sit down in a quiet corner and begin to read. Naturally you don\u2019t learn too much. The history books mainly go on about how bad the Dead War was, important battles, the atrocities of the Lich Lord, the typical stuff you\u2019ve read time and time again. Still, you\u2019re determined to find something new.\n\nYou spend hours reading until you realize you\u2019ve spent the day in the library and that it\u2019s now night time. Oddly the library is mostly empty, and that\u2019s probably because finals are now over, one of which you\u2019ve now undoubtedly failed. You think of how stupid you\u2019ve beLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=8041", "context": "", "first_story_block": "This is no way to live.\n\nWorking on a barely profitable rundown farm with far too many family members to feed. It\u2019s a damn good thing you\u2019re an excellent hunter. However, lately there\u2019s even been a shortage of game to thwart your efforts.\n\nYou didn\u2019t really want to be working on the farm your whole life in the first place, you wanted to see the world but when dad died, things got a lot harder for the family and you had to take over as \u201cman\u201d of the house and stay put.\n\nSomething is going to have to change.\n\nWhile you\u2019d like nothing more than to go through with your childhood dreams of becoming a traveling bard without any responsibility you don\u2019t have that luxury. Hell, you barely have time to play your lute anymore in the small amount of free time you do have. You doubt if you\u2019d even be good enough to make a living for just yourself doing it.\n\nBut you need to get away, but what can you do that won\u2019t allow you to completely abandon your mom and all your brothers and sisters?\n\nYou suddenly think of the choice that many in your desperate position have thought of many times before.\n\nThe army.\n\nIts not exactly ideal, but you be traveling and seeing the world so to speak. You\u2019d also be making enough money that you could send to your family. Your own living expenses would be provided for by the army.\n\nOf course there\u2019s all that fighting that usually goes along with it that you\u2019re not to keen on. Not that you aren\u2019t a stranger to battle as their have been the occasional bandits or kobold thieves that have attempted to steal from the farm in the past, but you prefer not to fight if possible, especially not up close. The bow has always been your weapon of choice. There\u2019s also the matter of mass combat on a grand scale that usually accompanies army life. A lot different than chasing away some thieves in the chicken coop.\n\nAs you\u2019re thinking about this, you also realize that there is another option. There\u2019s a small mercenary company passing through the area. They\u2019ve been hanging out at the local tavern for a couple days. They don\u2019t seem to be the noblest sort from what you can tell, but fortunately they seem to have kept their revelry confined to the tavern. Who knows how they act away from \u201ccivilization\u201d though.\n\nStill, it\u2019s something to consider. There probably is less attention to discipline and a little more relaxed on rules and regulations. You probably wouldn\u2019t be fighting in some mass land war that governments are fond of waging. Mercenaries travel a lot and tend to make more, however they tend to get hired for a lot weirder jobs, usually ones that the employer doesn\u2019t want people to know about or ones that nobody else seems to be able to handle.", "action_results": [{"action": "Enlist in the army", "result": "Well, as much as you\u2019re going to hate the whole uniform thing, you\u2019d rather there be some sort of guidelines. The mercenaries look like a rough bunch. You get the impression\nyou\u2019d have to be watching your back as much as your enemies if you signed up with them.\n\nYou explain your decision to join the army to the family one night at dinner. Your revelation comes as a shock. Your smaller brothers and sisters don\u2019t want you to go, your\nbrother Mallack really doesn\u2019t want you to leave since he\u2019ll be next in line to take the brunt of the manual labor!\n\nYour mother surprises you as much as you surprised everyone else. You expected her to be the most vocal about you not leaving, but she sees that this would help out the family. She gives her blessing.\n\nBefore you leave the next day with your packed belongings, your whole family comes to say goodbye to you. You almost hesitate to leave, wondering if it would actually be better for you to stay, but your mother urges you on.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t worry! Mallack is old enough to take over your responsibilities on the farm. He\u2019s not quite as skilled of a hunter, but he\u2019ll be able to do it. I\u2019ve always known that you\u2019ve had a desire to travel. The army isn\u2019t an ideal life I hope you realize though.\u201d Your mom says.\n\u201cYeah, I know, but I\u2019ve thought it through.\u201d\n\u201cVery well, you\u2019re old enough to make your own decisions and live your own life, though I\u2019m glad to see that you still want to help the family as opposed to just leaving in the middle of the night.\u201d\n\u201cI\u2019ll start sending money as soon as possible. I\u2019ll also try to write and visit when I can.\u201d\n\u201cI know\u2026okay, you best get going. It\u2019s still quite a walk to the capitol.\u201d\n\nYou begin to leave the farm as your family wave goodbye to you in the distance.\n\nSoon you\u2019re on the road to your nation\u2019s capitol. You\u2019vLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=11545", "context": "", "first_story_block": "The sound of your alarm clock wakes you and you groggily switch it off. You go through your normal morning routine and grudgingly head off to your job. As always, you arrive at work on time and walk straight into the back room to put on your uniform. Once there you notice your best friend, Ian, is already dressed and preparing to begin.\n\n\u201cHey Jake.\u201d\n\n\u201cHey Ian, ready for another exciting day?\u201d You ask sarcastically.\n\n\u201cOh yea, working here has been highlight of my entire life.\u201d He replies with equal sarcasm, \u201cI hope I never quit.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh yes, stocking food has always been a dream of yours hasn\u2019t it?\u201d\n\n\u201cA lifelong-dream. Now if you\u2019ll excuse me, it\u2019s time to live that dream.\u201d\n\nHe grabs a small nearby crate and rolls it into the main area of the store. You never thought he would end up as a stock boy in a grocery store. Then again, you thought both of you had bright futures. Although you were never really motivated to do anything, Ian was and certainly should have succeeded. You sigh and change into your uniform; this is your life and there\u2019s no point in brooding over what could have been.\n\nThe day goes by relatively quickly, which is about the only benefit to the job. However it\u2019s a rather hollow benefit, as the day passing by faster just means you have to work that much sooner the next day. You and Ian wave goodbye to each other at five o\u2019clock and you walk to your small one-bedroom apartment, reaching it by 5:30pm.", "action_results": [{"action": "A strange dream", "result": "You blink your eyes and look at your new surroundings. You\u2019re alone in the middle of a classroom, a very familiar classroom. Glancing down you notice you\u2019re sitting in a desk and that there\u2019s a small \u2018J\u2019 carved into the bottom right of its surface. This is your desk. At least it was, some point in time many years ago. Bringing your attention back up you notice the class is now filled with other students, each sitting in their own desks frantically writing notes. You don\u2019t recognize any of them, or rather you can\u2019t since none of their faces are clear to you. A teacher stands at the front of the class by the blackboard, presumably lecturing, though you all you can hear are muffled words.\n\nYou idly glance around the room and notice something out of place. A girl stands in the doorway, with long blonde and pink hair, flowing down to just above her waist. You stare at her for a while, trying to remember who she might be. No one else in the class pays any attention to her, and like the rest of them, you can\u2019t seem to make out her face. Suddenly, she turns around and runs down the hallway.\n\nYou stand up and walk out of the classroom, ignored completely by the rest of the class. As you enter the hallway, you look down the way you saw her ran, but see no one. Curious, you continue down the seemingly endless hallway trying to find her. Finally, you seem to reach the end, as a black metal door now blocks the path. Grasping the handle, you push it open. A bright light emits from the inside, blinding you and preventing you from seeing what\u2019s beyond the door. Curiosity gaining the better of you, you close your eyes and step through the doorway.", "action_results": [{"action": "The other side", "result": "\u201cJacob, wake up it\u2019s time for school!\u201d\n\nYou hear a familiar voice yell to you, and you groggily wake up in response.\n\nWhat a strange dream...\n\nYou try and remember the girl from your dream, but can\u2019t figure out who she was. The classroom was probably from your high school, but as far as you can remember that girl was never in any of your classes. You shrug and proceed to get up. After all, high school was years ago, it wouldn\u2019t be unusual for you to forget a few people in that time.\n\nOnce fully awake, the reality that you live alone dawns on you; there should be no one yelling for you to wake up. Then another thought occurs, you don\u2019t go to school anymore either. Confused, you stand up and walk over to your dresser, which seems different from usual. Opening your drawers you notice your clothes seem different as well. Now even more confused, you get dressed and exit your room to find some answers. Outside your door you find your younger sister standing in front of you, in the uniform that she wore during high school. That is to say, while she has the same face, green eyes, and short brown hair as your sister, she looks considerably younger than she should.\n\n\u201cMom says wake up.\u201d She states quietly, then turns to walk away.\n\n\u201cUm, Tina?\u201d you say, trying to confirm it\u2019s her.\n\n\u201cHm?\u201d, she replies softly, turning towards you.\n\n\u201cAh, um, never mind. I\u2019m up.\u201d\n\nShe nods and walks away. You return to yLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=7393", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Click.\n\n\u201c\u2026well I still say a compromise can be achieved if we all just sat down and talked things out. I mean at the core, we aren\u2019t really so different. I mean we\u2019re human beings, for God\u2019s sake; we shouldn\u2019t be killing each other like animals! I mean...\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026are you worried about these uncertain times? Do you stay up at night thinking about the current fucked up situation the world is in? Wondering if some mad man is going to finally press the button, putting an end to it all? Do you think how you\u2019ll spend your final moment with your loved ones huddled around you and crying before you\u2019re all reduced to mere shadows? Scared that you can\u2019t do anything about it? You are? Well never fear! Ground Zero Survival is here! You\u2019ll find that the\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026situation has worsened; more troops were deployed today, but\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c...how about our President huh? If he was anymore reactionary, I\u2019d think we were living in the country we\u2019re currently at war with! Am I right? What country are we at war with anyway? Anyone remember? Did we just spin the wheel again or what? You guys are a great audience! Hey did you hear\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026about peace? Oh gimme a fuckin\u2019 break! You think that pussy ass we are the world shit\u2019s gonna fly? You can\u2019t teach those fuckin\u2019 people nothing! You want my solution to the goddamn problem? BLOW IT ALL THE FUCK UP! We can clean up later and\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026pray in these dark times! We must place our faith in Jesus! For when Judgment Day comes he will save all of us that are the faithful, and God will punish the wicked! Oh it will be such a glorious time when\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026you act now you\u2019ll get ten percent off! We here at GZS also believe in quality and you\u2019ll find our shelters are designed with your family\u2019s safety in mind! We have worked hard to make sure our shelters will sustain you and your family years after the entire surface has been turned to ashes! After all don\u2019t\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026you think genocide is the answer? I can\u2019t believe you just advocated that on national TV! I suppose you think Hitler was right too huh? Its people like you that\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026are the best audience in the world! I tell ya, it\u2019s been great. You can catch my next show at\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c\u2026the radioactive fuckin\u2019 wasteland that the whole goddamn Earth is going to become! You think any of this shit matters? All the fuckin\u2019 talk in the world ain\u2019t changing shit now! We\u2019re on the fast train to nukesville and I for one ain\u2019t gonna worry about it! Y\u2019know what I\u2019m gonna do? I\u2019m gonna quit this stupid ass job, and spend the rest of my savings on fuckin\u2019 hookers! Yeah that\u2019s right, I fuckin\u2019 said it and I don\u2019t care because when you think about it\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\n\u201c...isn\u2019t your family\u2019s survival worth it?\u201d\n\nThis advertisement has been paid for by Ground Zero Survival Inc.", "action_results": [{"action": "Zzzzzzzzzzzzz", "result": "Monday 8:00 AM\n\nYou groggily wake up from the sofa like you always do, dreading to have to go to work at your pointless job. You haven\u2019t been sleeping well lately, you don\u2019t know what the hell the problem is, and all you know is you\u2019re going to be tired for work again. As you go through your routine of getting ready, the TV can be heard; as usual you left it on from the night before.\n\n\u201c\u2026And peace talks broke down today, as several ambassadors engaged in a physical fight at the UN\u2026Neo-Communist party gaining favor in Russia\u2026 more terrorist bombings in European Union cities\u2026US troops won another victory in the Middle East\u2026mysterious epidemic in China, several million dead\u2026skirmishes on the Indian-Pakistan border\u2026world wide tensions at an all time high\u2026\u201d\n\nSame old doom and gloom on TV; you wonder why you even bother watching the news anymore. Still it does seem like things are getting worse, late at night when you\u2019re suffering from your usual insomnia, you\u2019ve been catching infomercials attempting to sell bomb shelters, like something out of a 1950s propaganda film. It seems silly, but you do wonder if it\u2019s only a matter of time before someone presses the button.\n\nThen again you live out in the boonies, you\u2019ve always thought that if the world ever did blow up; you\u2019d doubt you\u2019d even notice until you drove to work the next day and saw the ruins of the city. Speaking of which you better get going or you\u2019ll be late.", "action_results": [{"action": "Head to work", "result": "You turLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=13875", "context": "", "first_story_block": "You awaken on the cold, stone floor with a shiver running through your body and a pounding earache from sleeping on the side of your head. You do not know how much longer you can survive in this place. No one has brought you any food or water for days. Either you've been abandoned to die or something's happened to the guards to keep them from feeding you. Either way you are well and truly buggered.\n\n\nWith what little strength you have, you pick yourself up and look around your cell. There seems to be no way of escape. The window is barred and even if it wasn\u2019t, your cell is at the very top of a huge, medieval tower, so climbing out would be suicide. The door is far too heavy to break down and you don\u2019t have anything you could use to pick the lock. There is nothing in the room save for yourself, a dirty pile of straw in the corner and a bucket for\u2026 Well, let\u2019s not discuss the bucket.\n\n\nSuddenly though, as your eyes scan the dungeon, you notice something you never saw before. One of the stones on the wall of your cell seems to have something etched into it. As you lean closer you can just about make out two words. \u201cPress me.\u201d", "action_results": [{"action": "Press the stone", "result": "You press the engraved stone and a secret door in the stone wall gradually slides to one side and reveals a hidden passage way. Congratulations, you\u2019ve escaped your cell! That wasn\u2019t too difficult was it?\n\n\nAs you follow the empty passage way, you seem to be circling the dungeon and walking deeper and deeper into pitch darkness. Eventually you see a light at the end of the passage and find yourself in a room dimly lit by torches that hang from the wall. The room is small with only a spinning wheel and an old rocking chair to decorate it, both of which are coated in cob webs. There is a door on the other side of the room.\n\n\nHaving nowhere else to go, you head towards the door when suddenly you hear the creaking of the rocking chair behind you. For a brief moment you hold your breath and try to reassure yourself that it\u2019s just the breeze rocking the chair, but there is no breeze in the room. Eventually you force yourself to turn around and see the ghostly figure of an old woman sitting in the chair.\n\n\nBefore you can run or scream, the old lady speaks up in a gentle yet eerie voice. \u201cNo need to be afraid of me child.\u201d She tells you as she slowly rocks in her chair, stroking a small, ghostly cat on her lap. \u201cYou\u2019ve nothing to fear from poor old Nana. I\u2019m just here, pondering the old riddle to myself. Are you good at riddles child? I do hope so. They\u2019re the only way to get out of this tower you see, ever since the old master went mad and cursed the place. Oh and that reminds me, I\u2019m supposed to ask you the riddle aren\u2019t I? Now let\u2019s see if I can remember.\n\n\n \n\nWhat does man love more than life,\n\n\nFear more than death and mortal strife,\n\n\nWhat the poor have and the rich require,\n\n\nAnd what contented men desire,\n\n\nWhat the miser spends and the spendthrift saves,\n\n\nAnd all men carry to their graves?\u201d", "action_results": [{"action": "Answer \"Love\"", "result": "The ghost lets out a sad and disappointed sigh. \u201cI\u2019m afraid not dearie.\u201d She tells you as the rocking of her chair gradually comes to a halt. \u201cI am sorry child. At least you tried.\u201d\n\n\nSuddenly a trap door opens up beneath you and you fall screaming into a pit of fire. Personally you find this punishment a tad eccentric just for failing to answer a riddle correctly, but that's just you. Better luck next time.", "action_results": [null]}, null, null, null, {"action": "Answer \"Nothing\"", "result": "The old woman seems to think about your answer for a moment. \u201cNothing.\u201d She says to herself before a ghostly smile twists her lips. \u201cNothing, yes I think that sounds right. Very good child. Thank you for answering poor Old Nana\u2019s riddle. Now I can finally get some rest. You go on through the door now.\u201d And with that, the rocking chair stops rocking and the ghost of the woman and her cat fade away into nothingness.\n\n\nOpening the door leads you to a staircase. As you descend these stairs you can hear all sorts of strange noises. Scuffling, squeaking, flapping of wings, hooting and howling, you expect to find a collection of animals caged at the bottom of the stairs. Instead you find a circular room with ten doors all the way around, each with a picture of a different animal engraved on the door.\n\n\nThe noises begin to quiet down and the ghost of a dark haired, rather scruffy looking man appears in the centre of the room with a hawk perched on his arm. \u201cSo, you made it past Nana did you? Poor old bat\u2019s been trying to solve that riddle for damn near fifty years now. Well I supLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=37696", "context": "", "first_story_block": "Chapter I: Humble Beginnings\n\n\nYou stand in front of a large hut, watching as your two older brothers, Gruzub and Mazkil, fight with large wooden clubs, battering each other until they're bleeding profusely. Your oldest brother, Bagig, appears in the doorway of the hut.\n\n\n\"Dag!\" he shouts, \"Come on! We have an appointment with Lurkhim Deathforge.\"\n\n\nBagig stands at 6'4 and towers over you. His green skin ripples with muscles that make his black tattoos of wolves and bears ripple as his sharp teeth curve into a grin. Despite being a fearsome monster that would make most men run in terror, he's the kindest of your brothers and probably one of the nicest Orcs in the village. You nod, and eagerly rush over to follow him as he begins walking towards the center of the village.\n\n\n\"Now, promise me you won't tell Mama what we're doing. I can imagine her shrieking. 'Oh, Bagig! What were you thinking, giving a sword and dagger to an eight year old!' She'd howl louder than a dragon that's lost its tail!\"\n\n\nYou giggle, smiling at your brother.\n\n\n\"Still, you're an Orc, for fuck's sake! What does she expect you to do? We were born to spill blood.\"\n\n\nEventually, you come across the stone forge. Rows of iron swords, axes and maces are stacked there. Lurkhim appears behind the forge, working on a large war axe. She's heavily scarred from years of battle and forging accidents, her face being so scarred you can barely tell if she's angry or cheerful.\n\n\n\"Hello! Look who it is, it's Dagden Youngblood! You're getting so big, aren't you? Big enough for a sword, hmmm?\"\n\n\n\"Yes, Lurkhim.\"\n\n\n\"Damn right you are. I had a sword twice my height at your age. Ran it through a neighboring boy who tried to take my apples, I recall. Ah, the days of youth.\"\n\n\nShe leads you over to the weapons rack, and picks out a tiny dagger.\n\n\n\"There. Try it out. It should be well balanced for someone of your height.\"\n\n\nYou look at the blade, filled with disappointment, and Lurkhim bursts into laughter.\n\n\n\"Ha! I'd be ashamed to give that to a baby!\" she says, grabbing a much larger sword from a rack.\n\n\n\"Here. Stain it red, Dagden. May your life be long and your enemies' short.\"", "action_results": [{"action": "Take a few practice swings", "result": "You take a few swings of your blade. It takes some effort and strength to properly swing the heavy blade, but it does work quite well.\n\n\n\"Hey! Watch it, you little shit!\" Bagig growls, as you realize you've sliced open his knee.\n\n\n\"Oops.\"\n\n\n\"He's already drawn blood. A promising start,\" Lurkhim grins.\n\n\n\"We're not called Red Blades for nothing,\" Bagig says, rubbing dirt into the cut.\n\n\n\"Sheath your blade, Dag, you're not in a battle yet, despite how much you may hope,\" she says, handing over a tiny leather belt that looks custom made for you. \n\n\nYou put the belt on and quickly sheath the weapon.\n\n\n\"Now, shall we get you a dagger? A dagger for Dag? Fitting.\"\n\n\nYou nod eagerly, as she takes you over to a row of knives. You look through them.\n\n\n\"Go ahead. Pick your favorite. You can tell a lot about an Orc from the dagger he picks. Whether it's gilded or plain, big or small, large or short...\"\n\n\nYou quickly eye your favorite.\n\n\n\"That one.\"\n\n\nLurkhim laughs, picking it up. It's a deadly sharp knife made of bone, simple yet elegant.\n\n\n\"Ha! I like your choice! So many boys your age pick the biggest or the shiniest. You know what you want, Dagden.\"\n\n\nYou smile, as she hands you the knife.\n\n\n\"Keep it in your boot, so you always have it. An Orc should never be caught without a blade handy. Do you know what kind of knife that is, Dagden? What kind of bone is it?\"", "action_results": [{"action": "Dragon", "result": "\"Dragon?\"\n\n\n\"Ha! A clever one, aren't you? He knows what he wants, Bagig, and what it's made of. Damn right it's dragon. A fierce, fiery red Dragon, slain by your grandfather Chieftain Torag. Alright, then. I have a damn many axes that need to be forged. Go now, Dagden, and make sure that knife tastes a lot of blood in its life.\"\n\n\n\"Thank you, Lurkhim.\"\n\n\n\"Of course,\" Lurkhim smiles.\n\n\n\"Come on, Dag, let's go home,\" Bagig says.", "action_results": [{"action": "Head home", "result": "You walk out of the forge, your new sword swinging at your side and you bone dagger tucked away in your boot.\n\n\n\"Now, if Mama asks, I was taking you to practice milking goats.\"\n\n\n\"Yes, Bagig,\" you nod.\n\n\nYou walk along home, the same time Dendar arrives.\n\n\n\"Bagig! Are we still taking the twins out hunting?\"\n\n\n\"Damn right we are!\" Bagig laughs, leaning into you. \"Do you think I could get Gruzub and Mazkil to eat deer droppings?\"\n\n\nYou giggle and nod eagerly as Dendar bursts into laughter.\n\n\n\"Damn right we're getting them to eat deer droLine truncated

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+{"tree_id": "http://chooseyourstory.com/story/viewer/default.aspx?StoryId=31013", "context": "", "first_story_block": "SUNDAY\n\n\n\u201cAre you worried about these uncertain times? Do you\u2026\u201d\n\nClick.\n\nYou\u2019re so damn sick of these Ground Zero commercials you think as you turn the TV off. If you older brother Ben hadn\u2019t shot his family and himself in a tragic paranoid breakdown you can only imagine he\u2019d be going on about how right he was in building that underground bunker out in your backyard.\n\nYou look at the time and realize you\u2019ve spent most of the day procrastinating watching TV even though there\u2019s not much on that interests you on TV anymore. All the channels you used to watch that had interesting shit on them now all have shallow reality shows and quite frankly you\u2019ve got enough dysfunctional family drama going on in real life without needing to watch it on TV.\n\nYou remember a time when you could avoid most of the mess by hiding out in your basement. Unfortunately you can\u2019t even do that anymore. Ever since dad drank himself to death, the gravy train of living at home for free came to an end.\n\nWithout the help of your dad\u2019s pension checks anymore, your older Amazonian sister Kelly said there was no way in hell that she was going to keep supporting the house on her own unless she was the only one living in it. Seeing as she\u2019s a roller derby bitch as well as an illegal fight club brawler, it isn\u2019t like you or any of your siblings were in any position to argue with her.\n\nYour younger brother Peter, having given up his lofty dreams of being a famous movie director now spends a lot of his time in the garage making amateur porn with various guys he picks up at the clubs. He makes enough money through his website that it keeps Kelly off his back. He seems to enjoy what he\u2019s doing and at least he\u2019s not stealing your clothes anymore.\n\nYour younger sister Donna simply moved out and moved in with your best friend Julie who is still the eternal party girl. Really you\u2019re surprised Julie hasn\u2019t caught every STD known to man at this point. To be honest Donna\u2019s had more in common with Julie than you have for many years now. You\u2019re sure Donna\u2019s a lot happier at a \u201cparty house.\u201d\n\nAs for you, you didn\u2019t have much in the way of options. Trying to get a job has failed spectacularly in this economy. Though your\u2026\u201dunique\u201d and reclusive personality doesn\u2019t exactly help in that department.\n\nGiven some of the junk that\u2019s laying around the house you sometimes wonder if you shouldn\u2019t try to sell some of it over the Internet to support yourself. Seems like a lot of work though and you\u2019re no wheeler and dealer.\n\nDonna suggested that you move in with her and Julie, but that whole scene isn\u2019t for you. As much as you hate dealing with Kelly, you\u2019d also hate having to put up with drunk horny guys (and girls) trying to get into your pants every five minutes, not to mention the loud music, crowds and the ever growing possibility of the cops busting the place for illegal drugs.\n\nWhich brings you to your boyfriend Bobby Morningstar who naturally has suggested that you move in with him on several occasions. This would be the ideal solution if it weren\u2019t for the fact that his own family consists of like a million siblings that all live in his cult compound. There\u2019s also the fact that his ex-girlfriend/sister Diana is wicked pissed at you for stealing him away from her.\n\nIt\u2019s been an ongoing source of tension between you and Bobby and you wish he\u2019d just leave them all behind and you two could make a life together elsewhere, but his duty to family is strong, as is his faith to the Babylonian Goddess of Chaos, Tiamat which still involves human sacrifices.\n\nRight now you\u2019re having a period of separation with him. Sometimes you think about breaking up with him completely, but then you can\u2019t just dismiss the good times you do have with him. You have that special bond that only a couple could have when one warns the other about their serial killer relative lying in wait for them in the woods. Thank god Bobby took care of your uncle Ed. That had to be the scariest moment of your life dealing with that situation.\n\nOf course none of this delightful recap of past events really helps you. Kelly is starting to get very impatient with you and you fear that your months of stalling are coming to an end.\n\nKelly\u2019s currently not home, but she\u2019ll be back in a few hours to get a bit of sleep before heading off to her fight club stuff. Continuing to enjoy the time you have to not have to deal with her you go back to procrastinating, which mainly involves goofing off on the Internet, \u201cstumbling\u201d upon a porn site and then using battery powered means to relieve yourself of stress.\n\nEventually you hear the familiar slamming of the door Line truncated