Pickles: A TG Choose Your Own Adventure: Page 7

Pickles: A TG Choose Your Own Adventure

By Melanie E.

Page 7

"You reach into your bag and offer the troll the sandwich..."

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You squeeze your eyes tightly shut as the troll approaches you amid his cloud of squirrels, and in desperation reach for your bag of coins. Is it still there? Yes! You pull out the sandwich, all the mushier and grimy for being shoved among the coins, and offer it to what you hope is the general direction of the troll.

"Hrmm? Sand... wich? SANDWICH!" You feel the sandwich slip out of your hand, a greasy residue all that remains of its presence.

You hear a strange gurgling sound, then the troll's pounding footsteps approaching you again. This is it. The sandwich was nothing but an appetizer, and now you are to be the main course. You feel a large, rough hand rest on your shoulder...

"Here," you hear the troll say, then poke you with his free hand. Opening your eyes, you see a crimson felt robe clutched in his hand and being held out to you. "Sandwich for this. Go with girly belt."

"Uhh, thanks," you say, reaching out to take the robe. He drops it in your hands, then turns to head back into the woods.

"Squirrels like you. Trog like too. Trog help." With that, he pushes his way into the trees and disappears.

The robe is warm to the touch, and smells surprisingly fresh for something that came from the inventory of a smelly squirrel-infested troll. It is also dry, providing it with a distinct advantage over your soaked clothes. Judging that it is doubtful to make your situation any worse, you strip off the outer layer of your clothes and put on the robe instead.

The robe is comfortable, and fits well save for a complete lack of a way to close it. Remembering the troll's words, you pull out your girdle and with a nervous gulp latch it around your waist, pulling the robe closed.

At fist, nothing happens, leaving you to assume that McGrue must have been mistaken in assuming the girdle was magical.

Unfortunately, you assume wrong. With a gut wrenching twist, you feel yourself grow suddenly nauseous as your skin begins to crawl. You fall to your hands and knees, but they're not your hands any more.

As long, dark hair starts to fall before your eyes, you pass out.

What do you do?

---Awaken by the side of the path that night
---Awaken in the back of a cart.
---Awaken in shackles, thrown across a horse.

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The voting begins...NOW!("Page 7" posted on 1/23/2011, voting to close at noon CST on 1/24/2011)

NOTES: This is a bit of a different type of choice from your normal everyday "What do you do?" in that instead of choosing your character's action directly, you get to choose what happens to them! I think we all know what the girdle did, so choose carefully which path our reluctant hero shall take!



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