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¡Escoja Un Sendero! Adventure Series
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Roy
opened his eyes, the noise had stopped, and all that was
left was a faint hum in the back of his head. He surveyed
the scene quickly. He was not really sure where he was,
or what had just happened.
Roy shouted, “Where did y’all go!! “ His
heart skipped 5 beats “Seriously… W-T-F!”.
Panicked,
Roy started towards what he thought was a vast open field,
but by leaping too fast he crashed headlong into a wall!
He felt faint, images of white crème filled his head
and he collapsed unconscious.…
The sun shown down hot upon Harbolt’s head.
“Where the hell am I?!” inquired Roy as he lay
on the ground.” I’m alive, right? I must be...
I don’t feel nearly as content as I should be if I
WERE dead. Let’s just take this one step at a time,
till I get my bearings”.
He sat up and looked about. What lay before him was a vast
rolling field with modest sized trees casting shady spots
on what appeared to be a long walking path that stretched
through the field well off into the distance, into the horizon.
The AT&T rotary phone was sitting off the hook a few
feet from him emitting a dial tone.
Picking up the phone Roy decided it was best to not tempt
fate quite so soon. He placed the headset back on the phone
and tucked it snugly under his shoulder, starting on the
path heading towards his right.
At first Roy had fun with the walk, it was a beautiful summer’s
day, the weather was surprisingly pleasant and the shady
spots really helped when you just wanted to take a moment
and sit. The gentle surroundings help him not question the
nature of his existence to any great extent. The surroundings
seemed so familiar that it just seemed like a solution would
present itself with time.”
By the third hour of unending, unchanging sidewalk through
a beautify field. Roy began to have misgivings about his
new apparent home.
“Is
this a test? Punishment? I mean what? All I know is that
there better sure as hell be a restaurant at the end of
this path cause I’m going to order a keg and a half
of beer and one hell-of-a-large piece of meat.” Roy
started to laugh out loud, quietly to himself, then not
caring anymore let loose a maniacal laughter that would
even chill Juan Conroy, the most grizzled killer known ,
to the bone. He laughed so hard his muscles started to burn
and cramp. Water streaming from his eyes, Harbolt reached
an unstoppable hysteria.
The world in front of him bowed in his direction, and the
scene in front of him was divided by a zipper. A young boy’s
head appeared before him. He was a pale olive color, Native
American or Tuscan perhaps. The sudden intrusion of another,
into HIS private hell took him by surprise.
Flabbergasted, Roy stuttered “Whoho… What is
going on!?” Please tell me!”
“It’s
just a toy Mister, these things aren’t real!”
The floating boy head responded, and then disappeared behind
the zipper linings of the left side of Harbolt's reality.
Blinding
white light seemed to streak through the cracks seemingly
left in the universe. The light seemed to delude the transparency
of the field. In the distance he now swore to occasionally
see a bright white wall with a large notch scored dead in
the middle of it.
Harbolt felt his head and looked towards the scorched wall
and rubber his sore head hard.
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Choose your own adventure:
Where should he go?
A)
Ignore the floating space head, Run, Run like you have never
Run before down the sidewalk, the universe will eventually
fix itself (Turn to page 52.)
B)
Follow after the head and head towards the zipper flap of
the universe. (Turn to page 5.)
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