The frail, struggling knight searches for shelter. He pushes through his injuries, until he finds a mighty Cathedral, built during the roman ages, it was grey in color, it had tens of Pinnacles pointing to dark night sky. He stumbled inside, eventually falling on the floor, his eyes slowly closing and opening as he struggled between life and death. Someone has to come at some point and save him, after all it was a famous Cathedral. For hundreds, this Cathedral is a place of miracles and dreams, but to the night it was a place of nightmares. He remembers what had him injured in the same place, the promises of places like this, promises being made, lies being told. He remembers the story of King Arthur used as encouragement, from rags to greatness. His mind floods with the choices he made and ones that he could have made, his memory projecting twitchy images of the past. He hears the promises once again. "We must fight the army of demons! In the name of God! Let's fight!". He witnesses the sword in the stone waiting for him. Will he reach heroic heights or will he refuse to fight?
Option 1: Grab the Sword (You are covered in flowers, praise and admiring eyes of the people, you are a hero...But now you are slowly marching to your doom).
Option 2: Ignore it (As you refuse you are blasphemous, you are hated, you are a coward, you are executed, now an example of those who don't fight...Game Over).
"What is happening?" The knight wonders, it seems like hallucinations, but he is seeing choices, he may have a chance to change his past and so the present. But he couldn't put all his hope in the weird occurrence. "The bell...The bell..." He held onto a pedestal trying to get up. If he rang the church bell people may come to investigate. As he holds onto the pedestal he accidentally pushes down and breaks a bottle. A white vapor floated from the potion, it was calm and pure. But inside what's left of the broken glass is a black ooze.
Option 1: Gather what's left of bright energy and inhale it. (You feel encouraged and more energized to continue your journey)
Option 2: Sniff the dark energy oozing out of the other cracked side of the broken glass potion bottle. (Hatred makes you stronger. And your heart is full of loathing)
The Knight holds tightly to the wall, slowly slumping over the stairs, ripping his clothes, pushing them against his wounds to stop the bleeding, he had tens, maybe hundreds of cuts all over his body. He falls down, And wonders. If he changed the past. Will he be less injured? There was only one way to find out. He pushed past his trauma. He had to remember, he had to remember to stay alive. "If I don't live...If I don't tell their story. They won't die in vain." He closed his eyes. He remembers marching to the battle field. Many familiar faces around. Barely anyone had proper equipment, except for the priests. They were heavily armored, rode the best horses, they were the 'ultimate' weapon against the demons. In front of them the demons spawned, there were hundreds of soldiers facing tens of demons. But Alas, the demons shred through the soldiers, the knight shivered as he witnessed his friends, his brothers, murdered and ripped apart, their blood and organs falling on the grounds. The demons devoured the remains and corpses, only growing stronger. The soldiers searched for the priests but they all ran away.
The soldier had to decide.
Option 1: Charge in (As you charge in, hellish fires surround the troops, many of those trying to escape burn to death, their screams sticking to your ears)
Option 2: Run away (As you attempt to run away hell fire surrounds the soldiers preventing them from escaping, you jump into the fire unable to stop. You burn full of... agony, pain, and regrets.)
"damn it...not that one..more...more...think..think.."He spoke while shivering and shaking, searching his memory for moments that could change the tide of battle. As he's close to the ground he could see a small phrase itched to the edge of the ground 'is our love a sin?'. He remembers himself sitting in his cold, very small room. Writing letters to his sweetheart before leaving for war.
Option 1: Confess your feelings.
Option 2: I'll tell her when I'm back.
A disturbed mythical creature crashes into a battle, a giant wolf, teeth sharper than any steel, skin that was not affected by even the fires of hell. The battle was in its territory and it shredded anything in its way. Whether soldier or demon, everyone was shredded. "It was not my imagination...." The knight realizes. He looks to his right and finds a fallen ally, holding a spear.
Option 1: Speak to the beast. (You yell at the beast, a demon next to you. But the demon does not even glance at you. The two of you had the same plan. Strike a deal with the beast. You jump to the side as the wolf throws a corpse at the demon. The lump of flesh hits the demon roughly. You could not even identify what creatures made the lump of meat. You approach the wolf... You promised to leave its land if they assist you in battle. The beast pushes you aside, it attacks all the demons wildly, the soldiers focus their effort on the demons...The battle has been won.... As you return to the present you are healed from most of your injuries. You stop your clim...And you know what you have to do..Tell the story. And expose the lies...The battle ends, but your journey has just begun.)
Option 2: Throw the spear (The beast stops rampaging mindlessly, but it sadly targets your direction...the last thing you feel are the beasts' teeth..sinking into your flesh.....Game Over).
Option 3: Run away (it was your original past choice anyway..You forgot the hellish fires in your hasted decision.. You are forced to fight, as your wounds get heavier...You hide in the corpses of your allies, friends, and enemies....You are back to the present...You fall to the floor.. bleeding out..Game...over?)
After option 3 IF the player confessed to his love: your lover waited for you..days and months.. Eventually she got married.. you wrote something on the Cathedral wall...but it was erased because it was blasphemous..
IF the player chose not to confess... Your lover was worried..the war ended but you have not come back. She comes to the church to pray to you...But instead she finds you. She looks at your corpse. Then she looks up to what you wrote on the wall with your own blood. "The priests lied about the war.. They can’t save you.." she reads and gasps, she hugs your body...and cries...You die, but your lover swears to carry on your message.