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Werewolves: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names
(Now with 98% more ecological guilt and 100% less graphics)

You and your band of traumatized werewolves (read: a group of poorly resolved furry therapists) must save the Living Earth using two infallible ingredients: homicidal rage and questionable spirituality.

In this interactive novel with hundreds of choices (most leading to inevitable doom), you'll have the chance to face a Wyrm Spirit that manifests itself as... a lie you really want to believe. Like that voice that says "I'll start my diet tomorrow." Only with more cosmic destruction.

 Written by Kyle Marquis and set in the wonderful (cough) universe of World of Darkness, this epic without a single image (but with 1.6 million words, in other words, an abusive relationship with reading) is fueled solely by the most powerful thing in the world: your imagination that has already failed three college entrance exams.

You are a werewolf. And like all good werewolf, you are a mix of:

Shaman who thinks meditation cures demonic migraines,

Hero that nobody asked for,

Monster with existential crises,

And sustainability consultant for Mother Gaia (bankrupt, of course).

Created by the goddess of the Earth, you were gifted with the ability to turn into a wolf (in other words, walk around naked with style), and tasked with the noble mission of preventing humanity from turning the planet into a cosmic McTrash.

But guess what? You failed. Congratulations.

 Three years ago, your pack was part of the Sept of Broad Brook, Massachusetts (land of maple syrup and spiritual doom), where werewolves still pretended they had a chance against the Wyrm — the spirit of destruction, chaos, and people who comment “first” on YouTube.

While other Septs fell like dominoes at a satanic rave, yours was there, firm, strong, and deluded. Some said you would prevent the Apocalypse. Others just thought it was funny to watch the circus burn.

Now, all that’s left is for you to pick up the pieces (literally), avoid becoming an evil spirit’s kibble, and, who knows, write your name in the Book of Hungry Names — the one that eats hopes, New Year’s promises, and happy endings.

Do you want me to adapt this to become the introduction to chapter 1 as well?

Of course! Here's a Desciclopédia-style warning, with a touch of acid and humor, that you can put at the beginning of your story on Wattpad to make everything clear:

WARNING BEFORE SOME LITIGIOUS SPIRIT COMES TO BARK

This work is a humorous reinterpretation (read: full of irony, sarcasm, dark humor and some inconvenient truths) based on the style of interactive stories like those from Choice of Games. But, before anyone calls the lawyers or invokes the spirit of copyright, let's make something VERY clear:

This is not plagiarism. It's parody. It's a joke. It's entertainment.

(And, let's be honest, not even Mother Gaia would bother to sue.)

The writing adopted follows the Desciclopédia style, that is:

Nothing is sacred.

Everything can be a joke.

If you get offended, congratulations, the system worked.

 This is a tongue-in-cheek homage to the classics of the genre, using the interactive format to tell stories that are bizarre, tragic, hilarious, and incredibly stupid (sometimes all at the same time). None of the original Choice of Games content was copied directly—only the structure was inspired, because let’s face it, reinventing the wheel is a lot of work.

If you want an epic journey with deep moral dilemmas, go play the original.

If you want to laugh at your own misfortune while turning into a werewolf and punching mystical capitalism with your paws, go ahead. It’s your house.

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It was slightly after midnight when the killing began, as General Rivera led the US Army against your pack. She believed Sonoma had gone too far and risked too much, with her assault and viral experimentation on the HSM and the elders' outreach programs.

These issues alone might have been bad enough, but pictures and video of the pack's brutal escape from the Nail were leaked online. When the government and civilians saw werewolves tearing through human military with Sonoma leading the charge, something had to be done. Doing nothing would be suspicious—an example had to be made.

Rivera had spent decades infiltrating the US Army and promoting her hidden werewolf operatives through the government, and she was now convinced that Sonoma was too unhinged to be allowed to run amok. In Rivera's mind, subduing the pack through lethal force and taking Sonoma out was a necessary evil if the werewolf species were to survive and overtake the humans. Needless to say, your new friends and allies didn't agree—the people slaughtered in the name of political expedience rarely do.

Making matters worse, it seemed like the soldiers were using bullets specifically designed to counteract a werewolf's natural ability to heal wounds quickly. A wolf who might have withstood a dozen shots before could now be cut down down by only two or three. The stakes had been raised, and you had no choice but to go all-in on the game.

I mounted a full-force attack on the soldiers, killing all who got in my way.

I used stealth to navigate the camp, disabling soldiers only when absolutely necessary. I wanted no deaths on my conscience.

I used stealth and cunning to murder the enemy soldiers with ruthless efficiency.

I analyzed the soldiers' sweep patterns to understand where they'd be before they got there. Using this technique I was able to navigate the camp with minimal confrontation.

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