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You are sitting in your little house at Bag End enjoying a nice cup of tea with your friends Sam, Merry and Pippin, when suddenly there is a loud knocking at the door. You open the door to see a tall, gray-haired old man. He points a bony finger at you and says, "My name is Gandalf, I was a friend of your uncle Bilbo. I have come to warn you of a terrible danger. Do you still have your uncle's ring?"
"You mean this ring?" You hold out the ring to him. You don't remember much about your uncle, except that people always said he was a great adventurer. Could he have known this strange old man?
"It's too dangerous for you to stay here," the old man snaps. "There are dangerous people searching for this ring as we speak. You must go to Bree, where I will meet up with you and take you to someone who will know what to do. Will you go?"
"Yes, I will" Turn to page 20.
"No, thanks" Turn to page 49.
page 49
The old man looks worried. "Are you sure? It's very dangerous to stay here."
"I really think we should go" says Merry.
"Me, too" says Sam, "think of the adventures we could have!"
"Ok, I'll go" Turn to page 20.
"No, count me out" Turn to page 14.
page 14
Gandalf frowns at you. "Very well, if that's the way you want it... Alakazam!"
With a wave of his wand, the room starts to spin around you. As your vision fades, you feel you feet start to slip out from under you...
Turn to page 20.
page 20
After a long hike, you arrive at the Prancing Pony Inn with Sam, Merry, and Pippin. The inn is full of people drinking and laughing, but Gandalf is nowhere to be seen. In the corner, you notice a strange man watching you carefully.
You order some food from the innkeeper. Turn to page 52.
You order some drinks from the bartender. Turn to page 63.
You go to your room to get some sleep. Turn to page 31.
You talk with the bartender. Turn to page 27.You talk to the stranger in the
corner. Turn to page 18.
page 52
The innkeeper runs off to the kitchen to prepare your dinner. Just as you are about to sit down, the stranger strides over to your table with a sly grin on his face. "And what would you folk be doing so far from home?" he asks. "These parts aren't very safe. You should come with me if you want to avoid those who'll do you harm. Come up to my room and we'll talk."
"Ok, let's go" Turn to page 6.
"Leave us alone" Turn to page 37
page 37
"Very well," the stranger says, and walks back to his corner.
After supper, you and your friends go up to your room to sleep. In the middle of the night, you are awakened by a slight noise. Before you can look around, a hand covers your mouth and a sword blade plunges into your chest. As your life slips away, the last thing you feel is the ring being taken off your finger.
The End.
crap, page 6
Just as you enter the stranger's room, he slams the door behind you and draws his sword. "Now I've got you!" he cackles, "hand over the ring!"
"Never! You'll have to fight me for it!" Turn to page 13.
"Ok, you can have it. Just let us go." Turn to page 44.
page 13
"Fools! You're not even armed!" With one quick strike, he plunges his sword into your chest. As your vision fades, the last thing you hear is his laughter.
The End.
damn, page 44
"Ok, take it. Just don't hurt us."
"Well, you lot are even less brave than I thought! Gimme that!" He grabs the ring from your hand.
"You've got what you wanted, now let us go!" You shout.
He grins at you. "Not so fast there. I can't have you blabbing to your wizard friend, now can I?"
Without another word, he stabs you with his sword. As you lay bleeding, you can't help but think you've let a lot of people down.
The End.
shit. Ok, page 27
You strike up a conversation with the bartender, who seems eager to speak with you in between filling tankards for the other guests. Things seem to be going well until you decide to tell a joke. While your wit has made you famous throughout the Shire, but the bartended is not so taken with it. He punches you in the nose, causing you to fall back and strike your head against one of the tables. Your sight dimming as the blood flows from the gash in your scalp, you wonder how you were supposed to know his mother was a one-legged turnip farmer from Gondor?
The End.
#&@%#$$! page 63
The beer is poisoned. You die.
The end.
Book is flung across the room