Gold Rush Choose Your Own Adventure
You’re in the Golden Gulch. It seems so nice here, that you decide to stay and look for a good claim. You continue to walk along, looking for an area with lots of gold that isn’t claimed. Much of the land that you look at seems full of gold, but each time that you decide you’re going to get one, you change your mind. Others appear to be looking for a decent claim, too. You realise that if you want to even get a claim, you must hurry up.
It’s the afternoon, and the sun is beating down on you harshly. As you walk among the fields, you tire more with each step. The rocky path that you walk along doesn’t help matters, either. You’re breathing heavily, and you are beginning to fall asleep. You squint into the distance and see a small blob up ahead. As you near the blob, it becomes clearer to you what it is. There is a cave, and more land around it. With what’s left of your energy, you race towards the cave. When you reach the cave, you sit down inside to cool off. Then, without realizing it, you doze off in the middle of the cave.
When you wake up, you hit your head on something. You back away from it, and see that the thing you bumped your head on was gold. In fact, farther off in the cave you spot something else that is shiny. It glitters, and you suddenly become very happy. This is the claim you want. It has plenty of gold, and is nice and clean. So, with a sudden burst of energy, you race off to register your claim with the camp recorder. Along the way, you see other people heading in your direction. Some of them are in groups, and others walk alone. You crane your neck to see a bunch of tents, and race towards there.
Finally, you are in front of a tent that people are going in and out of. You get in line and wait your turn. After five or six minutes, you’re at the middle of the line and notice someone is behind you. He seems eager to stake his claim. You turn around again, and find you are nearly at the front of the line, having only one person in front of you. As the person in front of you finishes, you step into their spot and begin to tell the camp recorder the claim you’d like to stake. As you speak, a man in the corner steps out from the shadows. He eyes you, and for a second, you think he’s looking at someone behind you. At first you ignore him, and continue talking to the camp recorder. But, as you keep talking, he steps closer and closer, until it’s clear that he has his eye on you.
“Oy. That’s my claim you wanna take, and ye won’t,” he says to you. Now you are left with two choices, each one having its own risk:
It’s the afternoon, and the sun is beating down on you harshly. As you walk among the fields, you tire more with each step. The rocky path that you walk along doesn’t help matters, either. You’re breathing heavily, and you are beginning to fall asleep. You squint into the distance and see a small blob up ahead. As you near the blob, it becomes clearer to you what it is. There is a cave, and more land around it. With what’s left of your energy, you race towards the cave. When you reach the cave, you sit down inside to cool off. Then, without realizing it, you doze off in the middle of the cave.
When you wake up, you hit your head on something. You back away from it, and see that the thing you bumped your head on was gold. In fact, farther off in the cave you spot something else that is shiny. It glitters, and you suddenly become very happy. This is the claim you want. It has plenty of gold, and is nice and clean. So, with a sudden burst of energy, you race off to register your claim with the camp recorder. Along the way, you see other people heading in your direction. Some of them are in groups, and others walk alone. You crane your neck to see a bunch of tents, and race towards there.
Finally, you are in front of a tent that people are going in and out of. You get in line and wait your turn. After five or six minutes, you’re at the middle of the line and notice someone is behind you. He seems eager to stake his claim. You turn around again, and find you are nearly at the front of the line, having only one person in front of you. As the person in front of you finishes, you step into their spot and begin to tell the camp recorder the claim you’d like to stake. As you speak, a man in the corner steps out from the shadows. He eyes you, and for a second, you think he’s looking at someone behind you. At first you ignore him, and continue talking to the camp recorder. But, as you keep talking, he steps closer and closer, until it’s clear that he has his eye on you.
“Oy. That’s my claim you wanna take, and ye won’t,” he says to you. Now you are left with two choices, each one having its own risk: