Sorry, but you died! Here is the full story, as chosen by YOU - including your final moments of peril.
You're lost inside a rocky maze.
You've been down here for many days.
You've got no rations left to eat.
And so you start to move your feet.
The cave is dark, the walls are high.
The ceiling drips into your eye.
You try to find your way around
By throwing rocks that you have found.
You take three stones and throw them hard
The first one's path is quickly barred
By what sounds like a soft clay wall
It did not travel far at all.
The second bounces, CRASH crash crash
The third one echoes back a splash.
The stone to guide you through this grey
Is the stone that found the waterway.
You walk towards the sound of water
You pray it doesn't spell your slaughter
You trace the wall with your left hand
To guide your way, and help you stand
You hear a growing drip, drip, drip
You speed your pace, but start to trip
You're tumbling fast, face-first withal
You turn direction t'wards the wall.
You face slams hard against the wall
But luckily, it slows your fall
You land beside a stalagmite.
You could have been impaled tonight!
You stand up, slowly, tasting blood
Your face is caked in filth and mud
You hear a rushing stream ahead
But stop to rest and make your bed.
You lay upon a rock to sleep
And soon you're drifting, drifting deep.
SPLASH! You're woken by a wave.
There's water filling up the cave!
This burbling river you have found
Will trap you, drown you, underground.
You must act fast, for death seems cruel
You dive into the rising pool.
You jump into the water grim
The pool is deep; you start to swim
You brush past banks of jagged rocks
You can't swim up; a ceiling blocks.
You hold your breath and paddle fast
You reach the tunnel's end at last
You push up, gasp with heaving chest
And search for somewhere dry to rest.
You slowly swim, until you find
The rocky bank, and out you climb
You lay down flat upon the floor
And breathe the air you're desperate for.
A greenish glow casts silhouettes
You search the room for traps or threats
The coast seems clear, you find your feet
And find the light, in search of heat.
You walk towards the strange green glow
You see a gap, through which you go
Beyond, there lies a cavern bright
Where glow worms cast unearthly light.
Each rock, each pool, each tiny stream
Is dancing with a ghastly gleam.
Something brushes past your arm
You jump away from likely harm.
It was a bat that brushed your shoulder
As you jump, you hit a boulder.
Slowly, with a heaving grind
It comes dislodged, and rolls behind.
It finds a slope, and hits the walls
The cave around you cracks and falls
You watch the cave-in spell your death,
And take your last reluctant breath.
do another one, do another one. love these my friend keep them coming :)
I'll do another one but not quite yet. Got to rest the old nut! I will probably just pump out some regular poetry for a few days while I recover.
Thanks for including the whole thing! I wonder how workable it would be if your first three readers were the ones crafting the final line of the stanza -- after which we just vote, and then you had to work with whatever we/they built and voted for. I guess some other rules for how to determine success or failure would be needed.
It's a good idea. And I actually considered something like that. It would be easy enough to do, but Ilmy reason against it in this one was pedantry -- I knew readers would have a habit of writing lines that were just things happening, rather than actual choices from the main character. By writing the lines myself I could make sure people were presented with three actual decisions they could make to influence the next part of the story - instead of them narrating random acts of god. But this isn't necessarily a bad thing, it just makes it less of a "choose your adventure" and turns it into a "help me write this story".
I think I'll try it that way next time, anyway. And why stick at the first three? Might as well make it so anybody can write a line suggestion, and it's the one with the most votes by next day that gets used.
Regarding deaths, I guess I could just pick a number from 1-10 in advance. Whichever person comments, say, fourth -- if that's the number I pick -- is unknowingly writing the fatal option. If I pick six, and only five people comment, well then you're definitely safe.
Love your ability to flow through a rhyme scheme :)
Thanks. Appreciate it.
Go figures the one time in the last few episodes I didn't aim for pure suicide whistle that was the one that was the death option :P
Thanks for the epic death tale here and darn gawn it! I knew I should have punched out at that thing in the dark ^^.
You live and learn. Or in this case, you die and learn!
Huhuhu our will is strong the steemit army will make it to a living ending one of these days for now the solace is the high score of 9 ^^.
I have done a lot of extreme caving in Belize. THAT was an excellent poetic account. Loved it! More please...
Many thanks. Did this ever happen to you?
Hot damn, I miss a couple of episodes and you lot get me killed! pffffft!
hehe, I didn't know at the time but after I had voted @wrongjohn kept saying to me, "why do you keep choosing the wrong answer?" I said "what do you mean?" he said to me "every time you choose an answer this is the death choice". so I think from now on I will not be playing so everyone lives longer. :(
Ha! So you are to blame!! Perhaps you should play, and then we will all know to vote for whatever choice you didn't vote for!