After slow-rolling the first stop sign, we continue on until we reach our next decision point: another four-way stop, but this one's in a construction zone, next to a brand new apartment building, covered in security cameras.

There's a car behind us, but no one's coming from the other directions.

We are NOT in an #IdahoStop state.

Are we willing to roll this #StopSign too, with witnesses and video?

We have overwhelmingly chosen the longer route, avoiding a dodgy interchange between two multi-lane urban arterials.

We hang a right and reach our next decision point -- a stop sign on an uphill across a low-traffic road. Do we sacrifice our hard-earned momentum and come to a full stop, or do we roll through after carefully checking that no one's coming?

j/k we are rolling. This is not a decision worth pondering. We have bigger fish to fry...

...We can continue straight to take the most direct route, out of the neighborhood and onto the 5-lane arterial that runs right downtown. It's the shortest distance, only 2 miles to work. There's a sidewalk, but no bike lane.

Or we can turn right, wending our way through neighborhoods. This route's half a mile longer and we'll still hit the arterial eventually, but we'll avoid a super sketchy intersection.

#ModeChoice #ChooseYourOwnAdventure
#transportation #BikeTooter #games

OK, looks like we're taking the bike.

Great choice! The weather's lovely, and getting a little exercise before work feels really good. Plus, we're saving a ton on parking.

We load our stuff on to the bike, strap on a helmet if that's our thing, and head out. After a block of easy pedaling, we face our next decision...

#ModeChoice #ChooseYourOwnAdventure
#transportation #biketooter #games

I’ll always love the classic #CYOA approach: why say "You die" in one sentence when you can stretch the existential dread across multiple paragraphs? Much more kid-friendly!

(4/4)

Very direct. You like her already. But you must be careful what you say next. You know madness like the back of your hand, and the Dracan King has the look of it.

(3/4)

Your eyes scan them, hungrily, wanting to devour the knowledge within. Alas, though, that isn't why you're here. You're here to speak to the last dragon.

And there she sits; on a throne of books in her humanoid form, looking down with silver eyes at the three of you as you make your way to her.

"Who are you," her voice booms throughout the stacks and shakes your bones, "And what do you want from me?"

(2/4)

In most other realities, the Royal Library of Alexandria burned. The Seat of the Muses. The Museum. It had housed half a million documents from many different nations. There was even a zoo there, amongst the lecture halls and shrines and gardens.

Now, though empty of people and animals, it seemed to have acquired much more books and scrolls than any of its counterparts.

(1/4)

"What's the worst that could happen?" you ask, and lead the way in.

You hear your companions following behind you, and you can feel Loki's amused smirk and raised eyebrow without even looking.

"Makaria," that voice whispers again, "You're making a mistake."

But the voice doesn't control you.

And when the doors open and you step inside the library, every other thought is whisked away. This is a sight you never thought you'd see.

Loki clears her throat and says, "I believe the answer you're looking for is a wish."

The statues bow their heads, turn back to their previous positions, and say, "Enter here now, if you dare.
However, you best beware,
Of what you will face in there.
The Dracan King has been alone,
Since Shadow rent her blood and bone.
If you want to keep your lives,
We suggest; don't go inside."

Frowning, your friend turns. "What do you think, boss?"

Read at Your Own Risk! by Rowan Kohll: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1641868