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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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"I had to know you were trustworthy," Maker says. "You can learn a great deal about a person when they think they're all alone. Outside wolves aren't accustomed to being trapped underground. It does something to them. Makes them crazy. Were you aware that you were talking to yourself?"

"Indeed. I feel like I know you better already."

You're not sure why, but the statement chills you to the bone. The enigmatic woman sighs. "Our time is running short. When you speak to the Circle of Chiefs tomorrow, tell them that the new arrivals will be petitioning them at two o'clock and Sonoma is ready to submit to their judgment. It's code, of course. Sonoma would sooner die than submit herself to the will of those old fools. They'll be surprised, but they'll cover it quickly."

A creak comes from the door to the outer chamber.

"It would seem that our time is at an end, ARTHLIR SIPOWICZ. Remember what I told you and repeat it exactly."

You nod in affirmation and immediately feel foolish. There's no way that Maker could have seen you from her cell.

A guard enters the room and fumbles for a switch on the wall to turn the lights up. He pointedly ignores you, walking by stiffly toward Maker's cell with a sniff. "Door two!" he cries to someone outside the room. An echoing clunk rattles the bars of the cells and you hear Maker's door slide open on an automated track. You peer through the bars, hoping to catch a glimpse of the strange woman as the guard leads her out. She passes by without acknowledging you, head held high with her shoulders back as though it was she who was leading the guard out of solitary confinement. Her long, straight hair is swept behind her shoulders, revealing a thin face and pursed lips. Her skin is pale and sallow and you find yourself wondering just how long she's lived underground. You recall the ghost-like humans who manned the final checkpoint during your descent and you shudder. You don't want to end up like that.

You have no way of knowing what time it was when Maker was released, but in the aftermath reality slows to a crawl once again. Alone in your cell, you start to wonder if your meeting with Maker had all been a hallucination. Petitioning at two o'clock, you repeat to yourself. Sonoma is ready to submit to their judgment.