CHARACTER CREATION
I rolled a Skill of 11, a Stamina of 20, and a Luck of 12. This is a great character, and only in the balls-hardest gamebooks (cough*CryptoftheSorcerer*cough) would you be disappointed with score like these.
THE ADVENTURE
Ice! Caravans! Yeti murders! Yes, the time has come for me to strap on my sword and venture into the frozen north to hunt down a murderous beast for a big sack o' gold. Let's do it.
The first decision in the adventure is whether to cross an ice bridge. Last time I had ignored it, but this time I decided to cross. I had to Test my Luck to cross safely; the roll was successful, and I never discovered what would have happened had I failed.
After crossing the bridge, I was attacked by a pair of hungry Snow Wolves. This being an Ian Livingstone joint, I had no option but to fight them one at a time. One wolf managed to bite me twice (reducing my Stamina to 16), but they were otherwise unable to match my prowess.
(The choice at the beginning of the book seems to be a decision between a branch where you have to fight two monsters of low-to-medium difficulty, or a branch with a monster of medium-to-hard difficulty. In most cases I'd opt to fight the medium-to-hard Mammoth, just because the fight is over more quickly. Besides, if you can't beat the Mammoth you probably won't beat the Yeti either.)
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| Some surprisingly well-fed Snow Wolves |
A blizzard sprang up, threatening to freeze me to death, but rather than build a shelter I decided to tough it out. (Besides, who could ever carve an igloo with a sword? What an absurd notion!) The blizzard worsened (reducing my Stamina to 14) but still I pressed on. This was a bad idea. I had proven my manliness, but at the cost of getting frostbite in one arm. A failed Luck test (against a Luck of 11!) meant that the frostbite was in my sword-arm. This reduced my Skill to 8, my Stamina to 10, and my Stupidity to 8 billion.
After the blizzard ended I found a fur trapper's hut and went inside. With little regard for the trapper's privacy I ate some stew, and also stole a warhammer and a spear from under his bed. (The stew restored my Stamina, and I ate two more provisions to bump my Stamina back up to 20.)
Upon leaving the hut I followed the trapper's footprints, and found him just as he was being murdered by a Yeti - the same Yeti I had been tracking! (How does the hero know that this is the Yeti he's searching for? It's a bit of a stretch.) Due to the frostbite in my arm I wasn't able to throw my spear at it, so I closed for hand-to-hand combat.
I'm afraid this one was a massacre. I hit the Yeti once, and managed to strengthen the blow with a successful Luck test, but that was the peak of my success. The Yeti slaughtered me, and I assume that my corpse is now hanging by the ankles in its lair Skywalker-style.
THE POST-GAME
I blame it all on the blog. Because I need to write about my adventures, I feel obligated to explore new pathways. That's why I crossed the ice bridge, and that's why I decided to plunge headfirst into a blizzard. It's not smart play, but a quick game means a quick write-up, so it's not all bad. Now I can go play some Legend of Zelda instead.
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