“What… you’re here again? Sheesh. Get something right this time.


    You know I think you really suck.”


    I looked around and  I am in a wide dark room. However I am featureless.  I have a vague feeling that I have been here before many times.


    The old man who spoke to you before coughs and spits to side.


    “Come on hurry up and pick a light”


    I hesitate. Running into the light is bad right?


    “Geez you really do suck here have this pen and pencil…”


    The old man prods you with his cudgel <Awkward and wrong must reword later>


    “This is the magic list that only you can remember. Make sure you count the things you collect… Otherwise seriously you might forget.”


    Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    He gives me note pad. It has a faded picture of an old bicycle with training wheels attached. And incase you couldn’t tell it was training wheels, it had notations stating:


    ‘These are your training wheels maybe if you are smart enough you will remember what’s happened and not go down the wrong path...


    Seriously though for a soul to require training wheels… you stink.’


    The old man nudges me with his cudgel.


    Choose:


    Path one


    Path two


    Path three


    Path four


    Path five


    Path six


    Path Seven


    Path Eight


    Path Nine


    Path ten