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Your Own Adventure

Your Own Adventure

 

Phil opened the box, fingered the CD out, and popped it into his computer. For the first time in more than a year, he was genuinely excited. For he was going to be the first gamer of his generation to play a text adventure. It had been many years since they were manufactured, and the difficulty involved in finding one that had not yet disintegrated was more trouble than many thought worthy going through. This was something Phil would have agreed with on a majority of stances, but after a lucky day of internet surfing, he found one on e-bay, running for nothing but one dollar. Clearly it was a case of untold treasures. Someone who had no idea what they held in their own hands. What a beautiful night it would be to play such a game. Even the lunar light coming in through the window was enough to set the atmosphere.

After the game was successfully installed into his computer, he tossed the box over to the corner of his room, not caring much about the overall value after his play through. Even if he wanted to find it again he would have a tough time looking for it in his dark room.

Though he was a professional at what he loved, he now felt helpless, and lost, not knowing entirely what to expect, nor the proper way to play the thing.

>Welcome to: You’re %$#^&

Was the first series of words displayed. Some of the message was obscured, possibly from a bug, or detrition of the actual CD itself.

>Would you like to play?

>Command?

It asked for what he wanted it to do, and figured this was where the game play would start. So he typed in “yes”.

>Game start.

>You are in a dark room. Outside of the window to the north shines a big moon, only offering a small rectangle of light. To the east sits a pile of gold. Stacks of it, and to the west is a door with a lock on it. In your possession you have a bag, and a rope. What do you do?

>Command?

This game already seemed to be much easier than he had been expecting, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t be enjoyable. Phil typed in “Put gold in bag.”

>Don’t do that yet.

No matter what combination of things he tried it wouldn’t let him do anything with the gold. Now that was the challenge he was expecting. That was until he remembered the detail of the lock on the door. So he typed “Lock door.”

>You lock the door, quietly, making sure you don’t make too much noise.

>Command?

Yet again he typed in the thing about the gold, hoping it would work.

>You put the gold into the bag, taking great pleasure in this task. The gold is warm in your hands, and it glows with a sheen. It smiles at you. But it is over too soon, making the fun part shorter than wanted. 

>Command?

He was at a loss for words. But he had a theory. “Go through door.”

>Not yet.

>Command?

Maybe something to do with the meatloaf, or at least that’s the first thing that came to mind. “Pick up bag of gold.”

>You take the bag of gold with you. It’s heavier than you had originally thought, but you move along anyway. There is more to do yet. In the distance you hear loud noises. You know what they are but you choose to forget.  You must leave.

>Command?

Once more, he felt lost. He typed in “Open door.”

>Not that way.

>Command?

That answered annoyed Phil. Already something that he had been looking forward to was beginning to annoy him once again. But then again, there was the window. He decided to play along for a little longer, hoping it might have some kind of a payoff. “Climb out the window.”

>You climb out the window, already knowing what you must do. You tumble down into the side yard, landing on the ground, near your tree. You do what must be done.

>Command?

The game didn’t leave him with many options of things he could do. “Run.”

>You take off running down the street. Running through neighbors yards, avoiding patches of light wherever you go, staying hidden. You now find yourself in the surrounding forest, one which you knew so well. To your left is a shovel. What do you do?”

>Command?

“Dig hole.” Was what Phil typed in, feeling at ease now knowing what to do, or at least having a better understanding.

>You dig a hole, and place the bag of gold inside. With that done, you fill in the hole once more, and look up into the sky. You are standing under a tree, a tree that you know well. What do you do?

>Command?

“Run.” Phil typed, knowing it had worked so well last time.

>You don’t need to do that anymore.

>Command?

He thought about other details that had been mentioned. “Use Rope.”

>You’ve already used this on the gold.

>Command?

That game must have been broken, or at least that’s what Phil was figuring. It was the only thing that made sense. “Look at moon.”

>You look up at the sky. The moon is smiling down at you. You look around at your surroundings. You look at the trees, and wonder where you’ve seen them before.

>Congratulations, you have won the game.

>Command?

As a joke he typed in “That’s it?”

>It is.

>The End.

Phil stood up in frustration, hating how he had been cheated out of this game. It was not as fun of an experience as he had thought. He got up from his computer chair, and walked over to the CD case. Then something beep from behind him. He locked back over to the computer. There was a new picture on the screen. He walked over to the computer and looked at the screen. On it was a picture of a forest, with a mound of soft dirt where the hole had been dug. The area looked familiar. He looked out his window, toward the line of trees past the other houses in his neighborhood. Woods that he knew well and the picture had definitely come from there. What were the odds that the maker of the game would be living so close, or at least have something in the came so close to where Phil himself lived. But also, what were the chances that there would be gold hidden in that area.

Phil went downstairs and grabbed his shovel, and then headed out for the woods. It didn’t take him long to get into the wooded area, but it did take him at least an hour to find the place he was looking for. It was so obviously somewhere he had been before.

Eventually he did come across that patch of dirt. It was a joy that he found to be immense. He was on the verge of discovering hidden treasure. Though he knew information gained from a video game should be taken with a grain of salt, he still had a hard time hiding his excitement. He stood over the patch, and began digging. It took all but three seconds to realize there wasn’t gold under that mound.

He brushed the dirt back to find… Something that could only barely be described as gold. The first thing he revealed was locks of golden hair, still healthy looking. The next thing that was revealed was the rest of the little girls body.