You awake to find yourself in a strange world with no recollection of who or what you were before you woke. Only fragments of memories exist, and very few of those make any sense at all. You set out to rediscover yourself and to find the source of the mysterious voice who calls to from a life past living memory. However, as soon as you falter, you soon find that not all is as it seems in this strange dream-like world. 

The player awakes in their burning home and fights their way out. Upon escaping from the inferno they discover their world has been turned upside down.

In some situations. The more I look at this, the more difficult it is to reach that one ending now that I think about it...

... this is gonna be fun. >:3

Wow, I'm sorry I took so long to reply...

I did find that my inspiration for this came back as soon as I put all my other writing projects elsewhere on hold for a bit of a break. 

From where I've been going in this, I've figured out a end result that I am working towards though that ending may never come for the reader if they choose a different path. There are many canon endings that I have yet to decide on as there are only one or two paths that lead to the one 'canon' ending I have already created. The rest end in untimely deaths at this point.

Archie's story can be very moralistic in a way. You simply can't choose to follow paths that are set out in black and white, though the morals are not so blurred as in some of EndMaster's amazing stories. There is a bit of a sense of right and wrong, though doing the wrong thing doesn't always mean that it isn't going to lead you to the canon ending... which I would like to think of as a 'happy ending'. 

I got to the same point and felt it was just going to be a boring and depressing story. Though after reading the comments I almost wished I had played the whole thing to see why this guy was so horrible. His tone was sort of annoying to begin with... 

Not yet! But when there is, I'll let you know!

I ended up deciding to make that a novel instead of a Choose Your Own Adventure. Still working on massive amounts of lore and backstory, but it's coming along nicely and I have an active muse for it. :) What I've been working on here is something a bit different, I mentioned it http://chooseyourstory.com/forums/writing-workshop/message/11572 in here. 

Almost took me a year, but yes! I'm back! :D

My kitten collects live earthworms and caterpillars. When I started refusing to accept them, she killed them and ate them. Brutal creatures, heartless.

Hey

So, I've been working on this story for the past... year or so? Not consistently, mind you. I tend to have months where I forget this site exists, then get bored and think about how I'd like to write a choose your own adventure story then re-find it. I have about fifty pages fully written out and keep looking at this and thinking I have very few ideas where I'm going with the rest of the story.

It'll probably be long. I have a few endings already written, all in the form of various sorts of deaths (not sounding very hopeful yet, is it?). It's written in second person, the main character being male. His name is Archie and he's a gang-member for a bunch called the Grave-diggers. Or maybe he isn't. That'll be up to you. He lives in something of an alternate universe, though it is very similar at this point to a mid-eighteen-hundreds setting, in a clogged-up city full of mud and poor lower class individuals.

I'm making this thread for you guys to throw some ideas at me, I don't care how wild they are. I have a few ideas I'm working towards but would love my brain to be jogged a bit. It gets a bit lazy and couch-loving at times.

Here are three brief examples of how I write, set a few years apart in the story:

Though the smoke made it difficult to see and breathe, you managed to weave your way through a few tables occupied by some younger men that should have been older than yourself, but younger than thirty years of age. Most kept drinking and playing cards as you passed, but a few eyed you suspiciously, hands moving to their hips before discarding you as a threat. Obviously these men are Ned's heavies... if Ned is the leader. You aren't too sure.

Finally, you approach the smokiest corner, hearing a woman's giggles. On a low couch curved as to hug the wall, a broad, muscular man sat with a pipe propped in one hand while his free arm was about a redheaded woman. She rested her head on his shoulder, staring at him in admiration before kissing his neck. Stoic, but smiling, the man glances your way before his smile fades. 

A heavy stands up from a nearby table and whaps a hand onto your chest. "Where you going, boy?"

"I'm looking for Ned," you say. "It's important."

"Eh, bring him over, Bill," the seated man says, beckoning with his pipe. "He's just a boy."

The heavy stands aside, letting you move to stand before the table that Ned has his booted feet propped up on. Eyeing him, you take in his attire and attitude to the best of your ability. He is not... rich, but neither does he wear clothes like yours that are thinning at the knees and elbows or with the hems ripped. His black hair is long and well-brushed, tied back at the nape of his neck, but the temples are flecked with early grays. He can't be older than thirty-five, you decide. His blue eyes dart down over you, equally taking you in. 

Ned's girl appears about twenty, her porcelain shoulders bare and a thin shawl of violet transparent material draped over her arms. Her green eyes remain mostly on Ned, but she does give you a cursory glance as if to make sure that you will give Ned no reason to leave her. Her sleeveless black dress sheathed her body most seductively and you softly blush as you find yourself staring at her shapely waist. 

"Well, go on boy," Ned says, nodding. "I assume you didn't come here only to ogle my dear Irma." He kissed her forehead and she softly giggled once more, nuzzling him. 

"I... no, sir. But certainly she is... worth ogling."

He laughed and gently nudged Irma. "Hasn't he got a silver tongue? Well... then what's your reason?"

* * *

You weren't certain what made you do so, but with your grip on Henry's arm, you pulled her close to your chest and your lips found hers. She breathed in sharply, her body tensing against yours for a moment, then slowly she relaxed into your embrace. Your arms encircled her, as did hers with you, and you gently pressed her against the door frame of the bedroom as your lips shifted against hers, head tilting for a better angle. 

Her fingers found your bare chest as you were yet to button up the shirt, tentatively exploring your toned muscle before becoming more adventurous and slipping around your back beneath your shirt. Fingers kneading your back muscle, lips gently working against yours, she pressed herself into you, her neck arching upwards for better access. She gently shuddered and a smile broke the kiss before she shook her head and gently pressed her hands to your chest. 

"I don't think we should..."

Your mouth caught hers again, this time a little more roughly, and she moaned softly. Despite however much she wanted to enjoy the sensations you were offering her, she broke the kiss again, this time by turning her head. 

* * *

Before another word could be uttered, you dropped the last finger. Henry exploded into action and you turned the corner back into the sitting room, finger pressing and squeezing the trigger as your arm surfed to find targets. One lackey down, two lackeys down, Bobby's arm clipped, another lackey down on one leg, you only turned back around the corner as you felt a warmth spread through your waist. You glanced down, but the bullet had only scraped your abdomen, just a surface wound. 

Henry had made it to the top of the stairs and you bolted after her, revolver angrily flaming away at Ned and his heavies as they returned fire. She had caught on quickly, understanding the idea of going up - she ran through a doorway leading into her own room and tugged you after her. You kicked the door shut with your foot and grabbed a high dresser next to the door before heaving it to block the door with a heavy thwump sound. 

Henry had made it to the window overlooking a section of roof and a small alley behind her house. She was tugging at the stuck clasp to no avail, so you grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back before smashing your gun-hand through the glass. Shards flew out onto the roof and you clambered out, your boots crunching on the red roof tiles as you pulled Henry after you. Below you was the dark alley, a pile of refuse and rubbish heaped high - a good place to jump as any.

The answer is 42.

Along with that ass thing they do it for the turn-ons of having their character have romances with the same characters they would have romanced had they played through as a male... 

To be honest, when I was a kid, the age thing really used to bother me. When I reached around 12-13, I didn't care about it anymore, but the gender thing was annoying me at that time. I would play video games where I couldn't find a woman to play, it was always men, or the story was about a man. Reading books from the viewpoint of a guy used to annoy me, especially if there was some romance in it, but once I reached 14 none of that bothered me so much. 

Sometimes a story demands a certain gender as a main character. For example, if you want your story to be historically correct and about the Civil War and one soldier in it... its not going to be a woman, is it? Or if you were going to write about a nurse in that same time period, it most likely would not be a man. When given a reason for why the protagonist is male or female, often the opposite gender won't think twice about it - especially if they're in that stage I was in where reading from the opposite gender's viewpoint would annoy me. 

And like someone else here said, so long as the older character with a boring job has an interesting story that catches a reader's attention from the get go, I don't think there's a problem. But many people do find it a problem... I mean, how many stories in a traditional fantasy/science fiction setting can you think of where the main protagonist is an old woman? (Without her being 'enhanced' or 'using magic to look younger', that is.) Then again, maybe that's because so many people just want to stick to the 'safe zones' when they are writing... write for their target audiences, so go for their target audiences' age. It would probably be considered ambitious to write about an old woman and expect a fifteen year old to enjoy reading about her adventures through time and space, or whatever... but hey, I bet it could be done.