Perfect, let's turn this excerpt into another CYOA scene from Pedameo, in a descyclopedic, dark, and acidic tone:
Scene: "Google Maps Doesn't Show Caern"
You go to the Forbes Library, a Roman-Gothic temple of dust and silence, where you can both research online and stare at physical maps, the ones that reek of mold and academic trauma.
Broad Brook is just north of there, but the forest that surrounds it stretches for miles and miles, probably disappearing into Canada, where trees become tundra and moose become biological weapons. There are parts of this scrubland that have never seen humans, nor GPS, only prehistoric spirits who still don't understand what income tax is.
You have options. The most logical thing would be to investigate right here, in the comfort of the library, with maps and computers, avoiding being eaten by a bear before lunch. But then the RPG voice in your head:
I'm smart enough to use physical maps. Basically, reading a paper without biting is your greatest superpower.
I'm patient and I know how to survive. Translation: I'll endure cold, hunger, and boredom in the woods, but for the experience.
Garou theurges have hidden their territory, but I feel the power. Here you rely on your spiritual gift—that sixth sense that fails you whenever you need it, but which you insist on calling a skill.
I turn into a wolf and follow my nose. Because nothing says "stealth" like a 110-pound animal howling through the woods, sniffing out magic like a gas truck.
Every choice has the same vibe: either you find the caern, or you find your own lair.
Next.
Would you like me to set up the next scenes in a branching option format (full CYOA), like: choose map → map scene; choose instinct → woods scene; etc.?