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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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"APEX PREDATORI's right," Lapu says. "I just need…" he groans, "a minute to rest before we move on."

"Fine," Tiva says. "But we're not leaving until you can actually walk without help."

"I'll do my best," Lapu sighs. "I was barely alive after the Haven disaster. It wasn't only soldiers and wolves fighting that day—there were civilians in there, too. Some of them wanted to make quick cash by selling werewolves to private researchers. They pretended to be with the activists and grabbed me up when I could barely move. They dragged me into the back of their van and I passed out. The next time I opened my eyes, I saw Maker. She bought me from them."

"Wait," you interrupt. "I thought Haken…"

"Killed me?" Lapu shakes his head. "He couldn't do it. He stood over me like he was ready to cut my throat, then he prayed to his gods. I don't know if they answered him or what, but when he opened his eyes, he came for me." He swallows hard as he remembers just how close he'd come to death. "I thought that was the end so I screamed, but all he did was push me away. Told me I was exiled."

Tiva breathes out slowly. "The old brute has a heart after all. So what happened after Maker bought you?"

"Maker bought you? That doesn't make sense," Ahote says. "Maker was imprisoned in the Nail, and after that she was in Sonoma's campground. When would she have been able to buy you and do this? You're certain it was Maker?"

Lapu tries to laugh, but it comes out as a raspy gurgle. "You really think she was a prisoner? Maker had a lab! Staff! She came and went as she pleased. She had me smuggled out the moment she heard about the escape plan. Sonoma wasn't the only wolf with skeletons hidden in her closet. After the military attacked the camp, Maker escaped to a private compound, and she's been trying to track you down ever since. She needs new test subjects."

"She needs new test subjects, so you led her right to us? Is that really what you're telling us?"

"Let's say that I believe you. What do you think we should do?"

"You couldn't have been at Sonoma's camp. Someone would have heard you. Smelled you!"

"If all that is true, we need to leave right now. We can't wait for you to heal; I'm sorry."

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