hi all,

so for the past few hours i have been pondering how to do this , basically want to do a survival test for everybody , see how they could survive an undead disater - the only problem has been how to set it out

so basically , you start off in the tutorial ( beginning but rather than a dragon their is undead , their will be ten levels and if you get to the end you win / survive , on the first five levels their will be an a) (b c) from level six just an a) and a (b

one answer means you survive , one means you die , the other is chance , during which a a) and a (b question will be posed , if you survive you join back in with the survivors

so i will now write a scenario , at the end you have to choose out of three questions , choose right and your onto level two , wrong and your out , if you pick chance...

after posting this , tommorow i will reveal the answers ( it will likely be late afternoon , GMT ) i will also afterwards write the Chance scenario with the question a) (b and leave it another day , afterwards i will write level two scenario , reveal answers...and again chance scenario

basically it will go like this :

write scenario
reveal answers
write chance scenario
answer chance scenario
write next scenario
repeat.

i hope you like this .. originally i wanted it to be a bit more varied i.e there was split story but i realised this would be way too complicated , so we are sticking to just the one i am afraid - by the way from a completely random selection i got this mix for character : male , dark elf , spell-sword necromantic , neutral

LEVEL ONE


you step off the moulding cart , the sun is bright today , but the weather is cold and airless, the crunch of your boots on the cold stone earthen floor is like a punch in your gut : im going to die right now , right here .
you and those odd nords dressed in their dyed leather gather in a nervous group near that terrible block , stained with its last kill , the imperials bay like dogs behind you , screaming abuse and curses , you look desperately around for an escape route , blood eyes darting - but it is hopeless- your eyes rest on the corpse of the horse thief , at least he had it quick you think bitterly
"as we commend your souls to artherius , blessings of the eight divines-"
this seems to rile them - the eight divines - like a screaming maw they surge forward , those stormcloaks fair and dark , screaming abuse at their captors , quickly they are swatted back like wasps , then with a cold dread we all wait - who will be the first to die ?
"you"
my mouth goes dry , i look at that foul hag , that damn imperial , pointing her stubby finger at me , she sees my fear and like a sated toad gives me a broad, broad , smile .
i take my last steps to the block , bless the trinity , vivec, almelaxia and sootha sil and their felicitations , i cry at the top of my voice then , preparing for the afterlife . i am cut short by the impact of cold stone against my larynx , the blooded boot on my back.
i wait , the executioner , my mercy , is up in that cloudy heaven , looking down on me - what does he fell beneath that hood ? pleasure, pain or the satisfied sense of another sore dead . another off the list.

he fells me like a tree , but before the axe can cut deep he falls like a sack of vegetables to the floor , the axe clanging beside him , i look up for my saviour.

the dead , some still clawing out of their sodden craves , others scuttling like lice towards screaming men , women , children . soldiers swarming like bats to protect the townspeople , mothers clutching children close , skeletons prising them to their cold embrace.
i stagger up , a shallow cut in my neck a blazing trinket to this hell , i stand in the chaos , nobody has seen me yet.....

do you :

a) run towards the woods

(b use your powers to help fight off the swarm

c) run with the surviving stormcloak prisoners , safety in numbers