Your Story
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Welcome to the exciting world of interactive storytelling! Below, you'll find Chapter One, crafted with the collective input of numerous votes. Catch up on the latest events, and then it's your turn to influence the direction of the story. Your choices will shape unique storylines, resulting in diverse outcomes based on your decisions. Get ready to embark on a thrilling journey where you take on the role of the protagonist and determine the story's fate. Come along with us as we embark on "Your Story," the inaugural installment of an innovative series of choose-your-own-adventure tales.
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Current Story: The MagnAmero
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Quick Version.
Put simply, you, as the protagonist, Jim, are getting ready for an undercover adventure aboard an underground magnetic train that traverses North America. Your mission? To lay claim to an inheritance left behind by long-lost relatives who were recently discovered to have passed away. |
You'll catch on quick.
Chapter One - The MagnAmero
After finishing my breakfast, there was a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" I wondered to myself as I opened it.
Standing there was a tall man with a clipboard and a large envelope."Hello, can I help you?" I asked the stranger.
He replied, "Good morning, I have a package for you. If you could sign beside the 'X' that would be great."
He extended the clipboard, and I signed it beside the 'X' as he described, then took the envelope.
After bidding farewell, I quickly went back inside, eager to open it.
As I opened the envelope, I realized that my life was about to change dramatically.
I took a deep breath and tried to comprehend the contents. Before I could finish reading, the phone rang, making me jump.
I answered to find a woman on the other end asking, "Is this James Niklaus?"
"Yes, it is, but most people call me Jim. What can I do for you?" I replied.
"Good morning, Jim. Have you received the paperwork we sent you?"
"Yes, I did, but I'm a little confused. Who are 'Jake' and 'Julie' that the letter referred to? I've never heard of either of them."
"They were your aunt and uncle," she replied.
"Really? Wait, why did you say 'were' instead of 'are'?"
"It's been a few weeks since they passed, but it's been hard to track you down.
You might have noticed that there is a formal letter inviting you to come read the will yourself.
This will be the only way you can claim your inheritance."
"Is that what this plane ticket is for?"
"That will only get you to the first marker. You'll have to follow the map on the back to get to the rest of them.
You have seven days to make it to the finish line. Everything you need is in the envelope. Good luck, Jim. I bid you farewell."
As soon as she hung up, I started packing and getting ready to leave when there was another knock at my door.
"Two visitors in one day... This is strange," I thought as I opened the door, expecting to see the postman again.
To my surprise, there was a gentleman wearing a fancy suit.
"Are you ready? I have come to escort you so that you encounter no difficulties in your travels. May I take the bag for you?"
The man was a lot older than me, so I decided to carry the bag myself.
As I placed the bag in the trunk, I took one last look around my house.
For some reason, I felt like this might be the last time I saw it.
While driving, the man didn't talk much; he was too focused on driving, which I suppose was a good thing,
but it was getting boring. He kept saying things like "I hope we make it" or "Gotta make up time."
I knew where the airport was, so I knew we had plenty of time, but I guess when you get older,
time moves faster or something, because he was speeding to 'make it.'
I was going to try to take a nap, but a police cruiser drove behind us and flashed its lights.
The man pulled over to the side of the road and started panicking.
He opened the window and held out a card to show the officer.
After inspecting the card, the officer instructed us to follow him, and we now had a police escort.
As we continued driving for another hour, I could feel my excitement building as we approached the exit
that should lead to the airport. But to my surprise, we didn't turn.
When I pointed it out to the driver, he informed me that we weren't heading to the airport at all.
Confused, I asked, "Where are we going?"
"Oh, you didn't know? You didn't read everything in the envelope, did you?" the driver replied.
"Of course, I did," I lied, trying to play it off. "I just assumed we were going to the airport."
"Well, Mr. Niklaus, we have a more sophisticated mode of transportation for you, one that only a select few have access to,"
he said with a mysterious tone. "I bet it's a private jet, no, a personal cruise liner! That would be amazing,"
I exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed with excitement. Just a few hours ago, the highlight of my day
would have been what I made for dinner, but now everything seemed unpredictable, and I didn't know what to expect.
The driver didn't look like an ordinary cab driver; he was dressed more like a foreign intelligence agent or something.
Despite his appearance, I had a gut feeling that he was a good guy.
"We're not taking a boat or any flying aircraft for that matter; we'll be taking a train," he said.
"I thought it was going to be something cooler! I've been on many trains in my life," I replied.
"Not this kind of train. I haven't even been able to board it before, and I won't be boarding today,"
he said, honking at a passing police car, which quickly turned off its sirens and hurried away.
The driver then steered the cab into a dark tunnel, and suddenly,
everything went dark except for the headlights leading the way.
"By now, you might have guessed that I'm not a regular cab driver.
If I had told you who I worked for, you wouldn't have gotten in this cab.
But we're almost at the station, and you'll find out more soon," he said calmly.
Panic started to rise in me. This all sounded insane. What kind of nonsense was this guy trying to sell me?
On the other hand, why would a regular lunatic have a police escort?
"Can't you just let me out, please?" I begged.
"I can't. We're already being watched, and if I alter the speed of the vehicle, we'll be subjected to an investigation.
We're about to enter a top-secret underground facility with high-speed magnet trains," he explained.
"Like the ones in... Wait, there are no magnet trains in North America," I pointed out.
"You're about to see one. Look!" he said as we pulled into a massive underground station,
and there it was - a magnificent train waiting to be boarded.
"It spans the whole country, believe it or not," he said with awe in his voice.
I realized that the driver was just as fascinated as I was with this train, and that's when it hit me.
"Didn't you say you weren't boarding today? Why not?" I asked.
"I don't have enough clearance, but that reminds me, you'll need this passport to board," he said, handing me a passport.
"It contains your codename that you'll have to use for the next week." "Codename?" I asked curiously.
"You'll understand soon enough, but you need to board now before they leave without you," he said urgently.
I grabbed my bag and said goodbye, but then I realized I didn't even know his name, so I waved him down,
and he stopped. I inquired, "May I ask your name?"
"You can call me Woods," he replied. Although I suspected it wasn't his real name,
I appreciated having something to remember him by, so I didn't press further.
"It was nice to meet you, Mr. Woods. Thank you for driving me," I nodded respectfully and tipped my hat towards him.
"It was absolutely my pleasure, that's for sure. I wish you all the best on your travels;
enjoy the rails, Mr. Niklaus," he waved and quickly drove away.
As I watched him leave, it dawned on me that I had no idea where I was headed when I boarded the train.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the passport Woods had given me to check for information.
To my surprise, I was registered as Mr. Earth. I found it intriguing.
"Why Mr. Earth?" I wondered to myself as I made my way towards the train.
"Welcome to the MagnAmero, Mr. Earth. We've been expecting you," greeted a man as I boarded the train.
"The envelope you've been given will have all the information you need for your journey. Enjoy your trip."
I politely thanked the man and stepped into the train.
The first thing that caught my eye was a staircase on my right leading upstairs,
a doorway in front of me marked "Information."
and a hallway leading off to the left.
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After struggling with my decision, I finally gave in and settled down on the plush, opulent chair that beckoned at the entrance. "Surely someone will come and guide me," I reassured myself, scanning the surroundings. Just then, a distinguished man descended the staircase, sporting a top hat, a rare sight for me. I nodded politely, and the gentleman approached me with an introduction.
Standing there was a tall man with a clipboard and a large envelope."Hello, can I help you?" I asked the stranger.
He replied, "Good morning, I have a package for you. If you could sign beside the 'X' that would be great."
He extended the clipboard, and I signed it beside the 'X' as he described, then took the envelope.
After bidding farewell, I quickly went back inside, eager to open it.
As I opened the envelope, I realized that my life was about to change dramatically.
I took a deep breath and tried to comprehend the contents. Before I could finish reading, the phone rang, making me jump.
I answered to find a woman on the other end asking, "Is this James Niklaus?"
"Yes, it is, but most people call me Jim. What can I do for you?" I replied.
"Good morning, Jim. Have you received the paperwork we sent you?"
"Yes, I did, but I'm a little confused. Who are 'Jake' and 'Julie' that the letter referred to? I've never heard of either of them."
"They were your aunt and uncle," she replied.
"Really? Wait, why did you say 'were' instead of 'are'?"
"It's been a few weeks since they passed, but it's been hard to track you down.
You might have noticed that there is a formal letter inviting you to come read the will yourself.
This will be the only way you can claim your inheritance."
"Is that what this plane ticket is for?"
"That will only get you to the first marker. You'll have to follow the map on the back to get to the rest of them.
You have seven days to make it to the finish line. Everything you need is in the envelope. Good luck, Jim. I bid you farewell."
As soon as she hung up, I started packing and getting ready to leave when there was another knock at my door.
"Two visitors in one day... This is strange," I thought as I opened the door, expecting to see the postman again.
To my surprise, there was a gentleman wearing a fancy suit.
"Are you ready? I have come to escort you so that you encounter no difficulties in your travels. May I take the bag for you?"
The man was a lot older than me, so I decided to carry the bag myself.
As I placed the bag in the trunk, I took one last look around my house.
For some reason, I felt like this might be the last time I saw it.
While driving, the man didn't talk much; he was too focused on driving, which I suppose was a good thing,
but it was getting boring. He kept saying things like "I hope we make it" or "Gotta make up time."
I knew where the airport was, so I knew we had plenty of time, but I guess when you get older,
time moves faster or something, because he was speeding to 'make it.'
I was going to try to take a nap, but a police cruiser drove behind us and flashed its lights.
The man pulled over to the side of the road and started panicking.
He opened the window and held out a card to show the officer.
After inspecting the card, the officer instructed us to follow him, and we now had a police escort.
As we continued driving for another hour, I could feel my excitement building as we approached the exit
that should lead to the airport. But to my surprise, we didn't turn.
When I pointed it out to the driver, he informed me that we weren't heading to the airport at all.
Confused, I asked, "Where are we going?"
"Oh, you didn't know? You didn't read everything in the envelope, did you?" the driver replied.
"Of course, I did," I lied, trying to play it off. "I just assumed we were going to the airport."
"Well, Mr. Niklaus, we have a more sophisticated mode of transportation for you, one that only a select few have access to,"
he said with a mysterious tone. "I bet it's a private jet, no, a personal cruise liner! That would be amazing,"
I exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed with excitement. Just a few hours ago, the highlight of my day
would have been what I made for dinner, but now everything seemed unpredictable, and I didn't know what to expect.
The driver didn't look like an ordinary cab driver; he was dressed more like a foreign intelligence agent or something.
Despite his appearance, I had a gut feeling that he was a good guy.
"We're not taking a boat or any flying aircraft for that matter; we'll be taking a train," he said.
"I thought it was going to be something cooler! I've been on many trains in my life," I replied.
"Not this kind of train. I haven't even been able to board it before, and I won't be boarding today,"
he said, honking at a passing police car, which quickly turned off its sirens and hurried away.
The driver then steered the cab into a dark tunnel, and suddenly,
everything went dark except for the headlights leading the way.
"By now, you might have guessed that I'm not a regular cab driver.
If I had told you who I worked for, you wouldn't have gotten in this cab.
But we're almost at the station, and you'll find out more soon," he said calmly.
Panic started to rise in me. This all sounded insane. What kind of nonsense was this guy trying to sell me?
On the other hand, why would a regular lunatic have a police escort?
"Can't you just let me out, please?" I begged.
"I can't. We're already being watched, and if I alter the speed of the vehicle, we'll be subjected to an investigation.
We're about to enter a top-secret underground facility with high-speed magnet trains," he explained.
"Like the ones in... Wait, there are no magnet trains in North America," I pointed out.
"You're about to see one. Look!" he said as we pulled into a massive underground station,
and there it was - a magnificent train waiting to be boarded.
"It spans the whole country, believe it or not," he said with awe in his voice.
I realized that the driver was just as fascinated as I was with this train, and that's when it hit me.
"Didn't you say you weren't boarding today? Why not?" I asked.
"I don't have enough clearance, but that reminds me, you'll need this passport to board," he said, handing me a passport.
"It contains your codename that you'll have to use for the next week." "Codename?" I asked curiously.
"You'll understand soon enough, but you need to board now before they leave without you," he said urgently.
I grabbed my bag and said goodbye, but then I realized I didn't even know his name, so I waved him down,
and he stopped. I inquired, "May I ask your name?"
"You can call me Woods," he replied. Although I suspected it wasn't his real name,
I appreciated having something to remember him by, so I didn't press further.
"It was nice to meet you, Mr. Woods. Thank you for driving me," I nodded respectfully and tipped my hat towards him.
"It was absolutely my pleasure, that's for sure. I wish you all the best on your travels;
enjoy the rails, Mr. Niklaus," he waved and quickly drove away.
As I watched him leave, it dawned on me that I had no idea where I was headed when I boarded the train.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the passport Woods had given me to check for information.
To my surprise, I was registered as Mr. Earth. I found it intriguing.
"Why Mr. Earth?" I wondered to myself as I made my way towards the train.
"Welcome to the MagnAmero, Mr. Earth. We've been expecting you," greeted a man as I boarded the train.
"The envelope you've been given will have all the information you need for your journey. Enjoy your trip."
I politely thanked the man and stepped into the train.
The first thing that caught my eye was a staircase on my right leading upstairs,
a doorway in front of me marked "Information."
and a hallway leading off to the left.
------------------------Just Added-----------------------
After struggling with my decision, I finally gave in and settled down on the plush, opulent chair that beckoned at the entrance. "Surely someone will come and guide me," I reassured myself, scanning the surroundings. Just then, a distinguished man descended the staircase, sporting a top hat, a rare sight for me. I nodded politely, and the gentleman approached me with an introduction.
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"August 31st"
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As the car carries you towards the familiar summer camp, a place you've frequented since the tender age of five, you find yourself complaining about how you've outgrown the camp now that you're sixteen. Despite your objections, your parents insisted on sending you once again. As they bid farewell and drive off, a sense of desolation and despair settles upon you. However, a glimmer of hope emerges when, unexpectedly, you catch a glimpse of them.
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"Cosmo Coast"
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