When I was a kid I grew up on the series, “choose your own adventure”. You can tell any kind of story from rolling dice based upon directions that you can come up with. This weekly update is not just going to tell a story, but show how you truly can choose your own adventure or even have circumstances made for you in your writing to make your story propel forward.
Getting some authors dice (amazon link embedded) can be a help, but you can also just make up your own plan and roll some dice or pull up a free dice roller.
Now that we have the basis of the story and the MC there are still several questions to answer. How far in the future? What country: currently existing or not? where is she from? What will her name be? etc. For the name it’s easiest to start with is just rolling dice for a letter. And I rolled a 24, which means X and then I rolled a 6 for a vowel and got 4 so she could be named Xosia. I dice rolled her age with 3 D20’s and got 29. For my layout of racial choice I chose:
- Asian, 2. Hispanic, 3. Caucasian, 4. Black
I rolled a 3, and that means we need to find out are we dealing with appearance of a 1. Greek, 2. Spanish, 3. German/Swiss etc., 4. Celt, 5. Norwegian/Swedish, or 6. Romanian woman? I rolled a 6, and so For the base of this I thought maybe using an AI image generator would add an element to this story. Using all the inputs so far it came up with the following image.
From a Christian pre-millennialist perspective the future has 4 phases left. 1. Current pre-tribulation era, 2. the great tribulation, 3. the millennium, and 4. eternity. I rolled a 2, so since this would be the tribulation it needs to be sometime after the rapture of the church. For this since there are 7 years, and you need time to tell a story we can roll a D6. I rolled a 3, so that puts us in some key events for Bible prophecy with days +-207/366 being day 24. For the placing this actually changes how we view the map as instead of the countries we know the world map will be changed into 10 regions just like the UN currently has planned. I rolled a 4, which means she would be from…
That would make her a representative of the European Union. Because the central hub for the world and it’s most important piece of land is the middle east, and more importantly the center of Israel, Jerusalem. We will make that the destination would be, and I looked up countries of the EU presently. Of the 27 member countries I rolled 20, being the Netherlands, which will be her birthplace. And now the story can begin except she needs a boss. I rolled the character dice of an optomistic, non-human, middle-class, greedy boss. I also want someone that she is replacing, so I got Senior, charismatic, stubborn, middle-class and had to detemine gender, so I did odd male, even female and got 3, so that would be a retiring old man.
Hello, it has been 3 years and 24 days since the thunderflash. That’s what we have begun calling the day so many people went missing. Since then the constant insistance of the government to take the mark has been pressing, but not requiring them to work, yet. They say it’s for our safety, but I remember my parents talking about when governments required immunization records for employment and it scares me that might be next. It’s my first day and I’m here for an interview with the EU office here in the Netherlands and I am more than a little nervous. I was told that I am replacing someone who is retiring, but they didn’t tell me what position it would be. I already feel underqualified for any position here, but for what it’s worth here I am. Sitting in this cold colorless waiting room nervously ill at-ease to be seeing the white tile floor with the plain grey walls makes everything feel lifeless and not knowing what will happen next adds to my anxiety. “Xosia Janissa” I hear announced over the PA system and stand up, but nobody else is here, which seems strange. I walk into another empty room, but there was a chair on either side of a desk, and I went to sit down at the apparent interviewee side. Immediately I am greeted by an electronic voice. “Welcome Ma’am, please sit down. Are you familiar with the role that we’re hiring for?” I still couldn’t tell whether the voice was male or female, but I responded. “No, I was excited by the prospect of working for the new regime with my background in political science.” “Travel will be required for this position, is that okay with you?” The voice asked. “That’s fine with me, I want to serve the people of the Netherlands, and that’s best through the EU.” I said trying to put my best foot forward. The voice responded, “There is no more Netherlands, there is only the EU. Beyond that we are all world citizens.” I responded, “certainly serving the people of the Netherlands can only help the world and serving the people of the world would help the Netherlands.” A door appeared at the far end of the seemingly blank room from out of the wall, and an older gentleman stepped out. He was well dressed and had a cane on the right side, probably to compensate for a limp on the other side. “Peace and Safety, Edwin Richtenzwerg is the name.” Even though he stood about 170 cm tall or 5 foot 7 inches it still took everything in me not to laugh at the name right dwarf. He walked across the room and sat at the empty desk that was in front of my chair.
“So, young lady, you wish to be the next Ambassador to the Pressiah at Jerusalem?” He asked. I was dumbfounded by the question, but I regained my composure and replied, “That was much higher of a position than I expected, but I am up for a challenge.” He just smirked as he sat back in his chair with his right hand curled and raised. “You didn’t know what that was did you? We have all new applicants interview with the AI system and it tells us where we should place you. It’s about time for me to retire and you are to be my replacement.” I was flabbergasted with anxiety as I responded, “Sir, you don’t look old enough to retire.” He winked at me and said, “This kind of work can wear on you quickly, but if you accept you will be leaving immediately. We will have a moving company take care of your belongings.” I wasn’t sure of anything other than with all the changes since the Thunderflash I desperately needed a job! “I accept!” escaped my lips before I could even think. Maybe it was his suave and debonair manner i thought until he said, “Well, that makes things easy, I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” In a whirlwind of movement men came in and brought me up to the helipad where a helicopter picked me up and took me up, up, and away. On the flight Edwin sat with me and explained how I would meet many new types of people I wasn’t accustomed to in this role. He explained that there were undesirables in the area talking about the messiah, and that our Pressiah was being called anti-christ. It was very important as an official to greet people in the manner, “Peace and Safety” especially since he brought peace in the middle east. “At least that’s important to the Pressiah’s image,” he chided. He said the undesirables use buzz words like Rapture, Church, Jesus, Bible, God, and Tribulation. The Pressiah tells us that there is no God, but science and the forces that make up the world. I must have fallen asleep for a while because I was woken up by the helicopter shaking violently up and down with explosions going on.
The Pilot shouted back at us, “This isn’t like the rebels. They are peace lovers usually. We might be going down soon!” I held on unable to do anything, but cling to the door and hope for life. We started to spiral and it felt like the world would never stop spinning until we hit the ground in a violent thud. We released our seatbelts and the pilot, Edwin, and I jumped out of the helicopter just as an explosive round hit the side and we fell down as the helicopter began to tip away from us. I was dazed at least for a few minutes, but not too long as the sun was close to its original position. I looked up and the rotors were starting to drive the helicopter in a circle until the whirling blades hit something and the vehicle turned into a charred mess in a magnificent blaze . I started to head towards the road when Edwin grabbed my arm and said, “Don’t do it missy. That way is still filled with IED’s.” He pointed the other direction, “There are caves this way where we can hide until we’re safe.” The Pilot looked at him and shouted, “You’re crazy! I am going for help.” He started running towards the road until suddenly and without warning an explosion made him disappear in a fiery blaze just like our former mode of transportation. We walked for over an hour as his limp became more and more pronounced until we came up to what looked like a tiny crevice. We crawled inside and Edwin told me, “No matter what comes next just trust me.” I thought to myself how the Pilot died and decided it wasn’t much of a choice. More people in dirty tattered clothing appeared as we made our way through the labyrinth until we came into a large chamber. Two odd looking middle eastern men shouted in surprise, “Edwin!” he replied, “Moses, Elijah! Great to see you. This is Xosia, she is to be my replacement. They will take my head soon, but I trust her to take up the mantle as it were.” He winks at the one he called Elijah and they all laugh. Elijah said, “I heard that you rode in on a chariot of fire, but it wasn’t us that made it so. That was a plot from your former boss, but you could have her say that you died in the crash.”
To be continued… Maybe
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