Gold Rush Choose Your Own Adventure
As your group stakes claims, you claim a huge area of ground. You are working your square when a big fellow named Joe comes up to you.
He says, “Why you think you can jump my claim, you red-faced donkey?”
You retort, “It’s mine, you rusty gold pan, you!”
You get into a huge argument.
Then Joe growls, “If you won’t give me my rightful land, I challenge you to a duel.”
You agree and turn to your gun, a pistol, pick it up, but then you think better of it.
You say, “Let's do it after dinner.”
Joe says, “Fine,” but you can see a malicious look in his eye.
You are quite uneasy as you eat dinner but you soon calm down and accidentally fall off to sleep. You awake at two in the morning when you hear a loud huff and a grunt. Joe is standing above you.
He gruffly states, “You should not have gone to sleep.”
You nervously grab your gun and get up. Then you walk out of your tent, the wind blows lightly blanketing droplets of water on your weary face. You finally reach the river. You turn your back on Joe. He turns away as well. You count to 10 and turn around, cursing yourself for not practicing your shot. You knew you should have spent more time with your gun, but instead you had panned for gold. You do your best but Joe shoots you in your heart and you die.
THE END
He says, “Why you think you can jump my claim, you red-faced donkey?”
You retort, “It’s mine, you rusty gold pan, you!”
You get into a huge argument.
Then Joe growls, “If you won’t give me my rightful land, I challenge you to a duel.”
You agree and turn to your gun, a pistol, pick it up, but then you think better of it.
You say, “Let's do it after dinner.”
Joe says, “Fine,” but you can see a malicious look in his eye.
You are quite uneasy as you eat dinner but you soon calm down and accidentally fall off to sleep. You awake at two in the morning when you hear a loud huff and a grunt. Joe is standing above you.
He gruffly states, “You should not have gone to sleep.”
You nervously grab your gun and get up. Then you walk out of your tent, the wind blows lightly blanketing droplets of water on your weary face. You finally reach the river. You turn your back on Joe. He turns away as well. You count to 10 and turn around, cursing yourself for not practicing your shot. You knew you should have spent more time with your gun, but instead you had panned for gold. You do your best but Joe shoots you in your heart and you die.
THE END
