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Subject: CYOA - Apotheosis

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I hope this works out!!


This could be something you just check out on your daily visit to the site for the sake of a quick, hopefully entertaining read. If you dont know how a CYOA works, I will post a piece of story and then give you options on what you can do next and you basically choose which direction the story goes in. You only get to vote once between each piece of story that I post. Based on what option gets the most votes, I will continue the story in your chosen direction. And yes your choices really do make all the difference. When I put down your choices, I already have pre-planned results that are different for each one. I have a life and cant sit on here all day so I will probably only get around to adding to it every day or so.. Please try not to flame or be douche-bags.. Compliments and criticism is appreciated. I pride myself in trying to be a good writer.. So anyways, I recommend favoriting or bookmarking this topic that way you can find it when it gots lost in the flood of topics each day. your commitment and contributions are all appreciated.. So here we go!! Hope you enjoy!~~~





Blackness. Numbness. Nothingness.



Suddenly you are shook & you hear a quiet rumbling echoing from somewhere in the distance. Tons of questions shoot in and out of your mind as you struggle to form & maintain a thought. Feeling suddenly returns to your body with a jolt. Every limb aches & burns yet your stomach feels ice cold, slightly wet. You try to open your eyes but everything is a dirt-stained blur. You slide a hand up to your head across a cold metallic floor. You rub your eyes, giving your vision time to clear. You glance around trying to orient yourself. You are lying stomach-down in a familiar hallway. It seems to resemble a sort of concrete bunker, probably underground? The floor is some sort of metallic grate . A great deal of pipes line the walls and ceiling, hugging them tightly down the hall and around corners. Long retangular lights line the ceiling and give an even dirtier look to the already dull grey concrete walls. Your head throbs as you bling. You open your mouth as if to utter something but no words come out. You look down to see some blood falling from your mouth, which joins an even bigger pool of blood on the ground. Sudeenly every little ache and pain shifts straight to your stomach. It feels as if a perfect circles of hot teeth are sinking into your stomach. You choke and cough up a load of blood that had coagulated in your throat. You let out a yell but suddenly silence yourself as a distance explosion shakes the halls. You roll over and look at the slightly cauterized hole in your stomach. Looks like a plasma score. Memories and thoughts begin forming and settling more clearly as you get a grasp of the situation. You spot a medkit a few feet away. You wince with pain as you pull yourself towards it. You use the supplies in the medkit to sterilize the wound, then you use some biofoam to seal up the wound, and finally you dress it. Near where the medkit was there is a stain of blood, a fragmentation grenade, and an M6C Magnum (Halo 2 pistol) with 2 clips beside it. You pocket the ammo and pistol and doing so you are reminded to take inventory. You feel for your last resort weapons of choice annnnnd there they are! Your two trusty knives. One sheathed in your chestplate and the other in your boot. Two pistol clips.. a Magnum.. A single clip for an Assault Rifle but no actual rifle to be found.. a single frag grenade.. and finalyl some leftover equipment from the medkit. It'll have to do. You begin to get up and nearly black out.. You clench the pistol tightly and force yourself to stand up and look around. About 15-25 feet in front of you, the hall splits off into another hallway leading right. About 40-55 feet ahead, the hall spits yet again but this time to the left. And finally, 80-90 feet down the hall, it ends abruptly and makes a 90-degree right turn. Behind you, a giant wall of dirt and rubble cuts you off from whatever may have been on the other side. You spot a familair piece of equipment on the floor; an ODST helmet.. YOUR helmet.. You pick it up and turn it in your hands. You look at the reflection in the viser and see a fmiliar face staring back.. Short brown/dirty-red hair, very smooth face, deep hazel eyes... its your face.. You lift the helmet and slowly slide it down over your head. With one final click and a smal lhiss, the helmet locks into your jet black armor with a single yellow stripe leading vertically down the center. You look through the dirty VISR as a single whit horizontal line swipes across the VISR and rids it of any dirt and blood. You look down at your pistol and decide its time to move.



Where do you go?

A) First hall. Closest hall. Goes right.

B) Second hall. goes left.

C) Farthest hall, goes right

D) suggest your own (There will almost always be a suggest your opwn option, even though in this sittuation theres nothing else you can really suggest)


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here is where I will edit and put in the pages of the topic that updates to the story appear on, that way its easy to find what you miss.

  • 09.29.2009 2:07 PM PDT
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Very well written OP.I felt as if I was viewing the spectacle from the character's eyes,which I was meant to.It combined many great elements of literature,and the style by which it was presented was fantastic.Good idea to have the readers choose the direction the story takes as well.Very nice.Anyhow,I choose the closest hall going right (A),in the hopes that it may lead to an orafice by which I can evacuate the bunker.



[Edited on 09.30.2009 2:46 PM PDT]

  • 09.30.2009 2:46 PM PDT