THE.ALTERNATIVE.

THE.ALTERNATIVE.

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You are given an Alter Native. Make me write this story through your comments and suggestions! The more comments and ideas, the more awesome this story gets! Seriously! This story won't budge beyond chapter 1 unless i get feedback. You will be given choices in the coming chapters. Take your pick, the most common choice will be the next chapter. For now, I'm feeding you with starting material. Description - First 2 chapters are some starting material for you! Let's see whose idea makes it next! Sitting here, looking at the sky. Thinking, theorizing. "Nothing makes a difference." I said to myself. I pull out a book and wait for my sleep to take over. Then, a thought flashed. 'I wasn't supposed to be here, I have already lived my life.' What the hell? My first attempt at an semi-interactive novel. Do see the Table of Contents.
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Snow

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