Fixing Good CYOA

[Corenat Rovarnus]

B wins.

HOOOOOOOONK!!! As the silver sedan races towards you, so too does your mind race to figure out what to do. The road is pretty empty. What if the driver intends to swerve aside at the last moment, completely missing you? That would ruin the plan.

A grazing blow might not provide enough force to have knocked you down and broken your leg, either. No, you need to make absolutely certain there’s a direct collision. You lunge forward, boldly putting your entire body in the car’s path.

In your haste, you neglect to consider how this might hurt you.

Crunch! The grilled front of the Rolls-Royce slams into your body, sending you flying away. The world spins as you hit the pavement, bouncing several times before rolling to a stop face down.

Splitting pain racks your joints and indeed your entire body as you struggle to gain your bearings. Your hands make contact with the harsh grit of the black asphalt that fills your field of view. Warm red liquid seeps into your pant leg. The packets definitely burst, but you fear there might be some real blood mixed in with the fake.

The car… where is the car? You don’t see it, nor anyone else nearby for that matter. They must have just kept driving after hitting you, the bastard!

You try to get up, or at least sit up, but it hurts just to move. Your vision blurs, and you feel woozy. You’re no doctor, but you suspect that you might be seriously injured, and soon lose consciousness.

A.ccept your fate
B.etter call Paul!
C. all 911
D. Ignore the pain and try to find the driver. They have to pay!