| Title: | Bright Red Berries | ||||||
| Author: |
 Gary Czernick |
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| Language: |  english |
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| Genre: | Fantasy | ||||||
| Sections: | 26 | ||||||
| Played: | 15 x | ||||||
| Weapons limit in inventory: | 3 | ||||||
| Items limit in inventory: | 10 | ||||||
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| Initial items: |
short sword (Combat points: +2 / Damage: 1) 3x travel rations (Energy: +3) Caraseen hooded lantern |
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| Initial gold: | 5 | ||||||
| Annotations: | This is my first, very first attempt too make a game book online, or anywhere. I used too run Dungeons and Dragons games for many, MANY years so enjoy. |
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| Degree of difficulty | easy | average | hard |
| Originality | little | some | a lot |
| Suspense | boring | average | exciting |
| Variety of choices | too few | adequate | many |
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| Blurb: | Blurb? My guess this actually means the introduction, or adventure hook I guess. OK! Bright Red Berries If it wasn't for bad luck, you wouldn't have anyluck at all. For you life just sucks. Back home your little business selling barrels failed miserably, Who knew making barrels would be so complicated. Then the tavern, you liked the hooch you brewed, too bad everyone else has bad taste. Then you took your ideas too Copperhagen and sold toy dolls too little children. You know! Too bring joy too the hearts of impoverished children! A great idea! Until the village chased you away with torches and pitchforks! Turns out your sculpting skills gave the kids nigtmares. Dont parents ever pay attention too what they buy for there kids? Now , at this very moment, its no better. Your lost, in the woods, with no singing birds too keep you company. Theres not even a hungry bear too invite you too dinner so you can escape the muggy unbarable air, and the smell of your pits. At least your o a road! Doesnt look like it's been used for a while. It's just ruts with tall grass growing in between. Wonce in a while you pass by an old wagon wheel, abandoned wagon or some cloths given up on and left hanging on some branches. It breaks the boredom and lets your mind wander trying toojustify these things presense. Finnally you reach a sighn. Welcome too Rosenglade! Thank the gods it didn't say "End of road turn back!" If before you were walking like a zombie that somehow got tired and dragged it's feet a little more than normal, now your prancing like some nobels puffy pants wearing son you likes the prince more than the princess his dad wants him too marry, umm, no offence.heheehhahaha. It's off too Rosenglade! |
08.09.2009 13:33 - Shockrock
11.10.2008 22:07 - Axes26