Trip to the Graveyard/Boneyard (Interactive/Choose Your Own Adventure)

2 skeletons dance in the graveyard or boneyard—you choose (it’s a choose your own adventure).


Graveyard:

The two skeletons dance the night away. Their bones get all tired, the teeth making xylophones noises. That’s right. Classic skeleton shenanigans.

You walk in the graveyard. Wyd?


Run or Freeze or Dance?


Boneyard:

The bones dance and dance. One skeleton gets a little board cause all that’s here are bones, good grief.

One skeleton says, “Golderdorf”

You walk in the boneyard without noticing, wyd?


Mourn or Dance or Get Scared?


Run:

You run away! AHHH! Get out, get outta here! Escaping the graveyard, you run over train tracks. Oh no, train. You got hit and die sorry :(


Freeze:

You freeze up seeing the undead. Omg. Dream come true? No, nightmare come true. The skeleton walks up to you. Ga-ga, gulp. It’s audible; They definitely heard it, wyding?


Run or Get Scared?


Dance:

You begin grooving with the skeletons that were dancing. The music is funky, and you have a good time for about an hour. Then, you notice something on one of the boney bois, what you do?


Run or Get Scared or Freeze?


Get scared:

You clench up, including your butt cheeks, as one of the skeletons walks up to you all funky like. You notice a cut in the skull, deep and through the cranium, then remember who it is. Gerald? What do you do now?


Gerald? or Run or Dance?


Mourn:

Entering the ghastly gates painted a white that is chipping off, you go to the grave of a forgotten friend: Jeremy. Wait no, like, you actually forgot. His name is Gerald. Dang, you can’t fathom that you forgot your own friends name.

Someone taps you on the shoulder. No one should be out this late, wait. You see it!! A skeleton!!! Ga-ga, gasp! It’s teether chatter at you. It must know you shoplifted last weekend!! You must do smthing…


Run or Dance or Question the Skeleton or Pee Pants (on command)?


Question the Skeleton:

“Who do you think you are! A skeleton??” You say as you finally notice who this skeleton man is.


Go to Gerald


Gerald:

“Omg, it’s you Gerald…” You say, “I thought you died almost year ago.”

“Are you kidding? I’m a skeleton, of course I’m dead,” He scolds back. “But, it’s been awhile man. How’s the wife,”

“I’m alright, thanks for asking, but my wife is dead. I’m so shaken. I came here to morn both of you”

“Oh, well uhm, she’s a skeleton too”

You are shocked. You can’t believe it. Skeletons?


Run or Feel Ashamed or Accept the Fifth Stage of Grief or Pee Pants (on command)?


Pee Pants (on command):

“Ew gross bro, why,” the bone man says

You feel shame, fear, disappointment, and social condemnation. Your face droops. “I’m sorry,” you say to the monster. Yeah, this is embarrassing, what do you do now?


Waddle Home or Take Off Your Pants or Feel Ashamed?


Feel Ashamed:

You collapse to the floor like that one scene in Breaking Bad where Walter White sees his brother die (sorry for the spoilers Walter dies at the end of the series too). You wail. Why did this have to be skeletons!?

You die from all the emotions. It’s your fault for dying this time. I wouldn’t have died in this situation weirdo, sounds like a skill issue.


Waddle Home:

Sadly walking away from the skeletons and graveyard/boneyard, you spend the rest of you evening in your boring home, What a drag. Every night, when the night is dark, you regret everything. Why did your wife and friend have to die so soon? Sad sad. The Sad Ending.


Take Off Your Pants:

Okay, the pants fly off. The skeletons stare in disbelief! Their jaws drop comedically on the ground. Let’s see, what do now??


Pull Pants Up or Waddle Home or Forget It?


Pull Pants Up:

You pull your pants up. It’s still embarrassing. Help! To stop the awkwardness you decide to pull down your pants again.


Go to Pull Pants Down.


Pull Pants Down:

You can’t stand the awestruck expression on the bone people, something must be done. You hesitate. At least pull your pants back up.


Go to Pull Pants Up.


Accept the Fifth Stage of Grief:

You accept that your loved ones are skeletons. Sorry about that. You have reached enlightenment. The Good Ending.


Forget It:

The skeletons aren’t wearing pants either, you reason. You dance. The Funny Ending.

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