Trouble Near Cardiff: A Torchwood Choose Your Own Adventure Book
Title: Trouble Near Cardiff: A Torchwood Choose Your Own Adventure Book
Written for: redsnake05
If you spot an incorrect link, please let me know. Also, the shocking lack of choices at certain points in this? Entirely due to the sheer unwieldiness of the thing! This was difficult.
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You wake up gradually, feeling dizzy and a little nauseated. Your mouth tastes stale and there is a distinct miasma of smoke and ash in the air as you inhale, pulling hacking coughs abruptly from your lungs. You seem to be covered in a mass of brick and detritus and as to how you’ve gotten here... you’re not sure. All you know for certain is that your mouth and sinuses are full of brick dust and dirt, grit crumbling harshly between your teeth. Your hair is in your eyes. Wherever you are, it’s dark.
“Disgusting - this job is so dirty sometimes,” you mutter. It was just a few weeks ago you were looking through filthy shipping containers and warehouses, and now here you are again, covered in dirt.
“Tosh!”
“Owen?” you respond tentatively. You hear a sound in the near distance like bricks sliding over glass.
“Tosh,” Owen calls, panting slightly, “don’t try to get up. I’m coming.”
If you wait patiently for Owen to come to your rescue turn to page 2.
If you eschew passively waiting for rescue, and struggle to free yourself, turn to page 3.
ETA: This one won an award! Thank you redsnake05 for nominating me. :)
Written for: redsnake05
If you spot an incorrect link, please let me know. Also, the shocking lack of choices at certain points in this? Entirely due to the sheer unwieldiness of the thing! This was difficult.
1
You wake up gradually, feeling dizzy and a little nauseated. Your mouth tastes stale and there is a distinct miasma of smoke and ash in the air as you inhale, pulling hacking coughs abruptly from your lungs. You seem to be covered in a mass of brick and detritus and as to how you’ve gotten here... you’re not sure. All you know for certain is that your mouth and sinuses are full of brick dust and dirt, grit crumbling harshly between your teeth. Your hair is in your eyes. Wherever you are, it’s dark.
“Disgusting - this job is so dirty sometimes,” you mutter. It was just a few weeks ago you were looking through filthy shipping containers and warehouses, and now here you are again, covered in dirt.
“Tosh!”
“Owen?” you respond tentatively. You hear a sound in the near distance like bricks sliding over glass.
“Tosh,” Owen calls, panting slightly, “don’t try to get up. I’m coming.”
If you wait patiently for Owen to come to your rescue turn to page 2.
If you eschew passively waiting for rescue, and struggle to free yourself, turn to page 3.
ETA: This one won an award! Thank you redsnake05 for nominating me. :)