YARNCHAPTER
Interactive fiction text stories

Infirmary

You wander the halls, following the map and avoiding strange places and smelly bathrooms, until you find the infirmary.

You see two creatures laid out on two operating tables, and doctors are tending to them. Machines beep out clashing rhythms, voices bark orders to each other in languages you don't understand.

You approach the tables and see the two generals, both of them are unconscious. One of them has blue eyebrows and a tiny horn at the end of his nose. The other has pointed ears and spiky bones sticking out of his jawline.

"You're the Donor," one of the doctors says in English. "I have bad news. Both generals suffered identical wounds, their right leg being blown off in battle." He looks you up and down. "And since you appear to only have one right leg, you're only going to be able to help one of them. They'll both live, but only one general is going to have full use of his legs again and the other will have to make due with a replacement."

He gestures to a nurse who holds up a wooden mop handle with a shoe stuck to the end of it. They both shrug. "We have budget issues."

Are you willing to give up your own right leg to help one of these strangers? It's without a doubt one of your favorite legs. Maybe your number one.

Then again, this is what you were brought here for, to help those in need. But you can only help one...so which one will it be?

• The one with blue eyebrows
• The one with the chin spikes
• Refuse! Keep your legs to yourself!