Hullo people, it's me again.

Orrite, if this gets accepted, I reckon this could be a pretty fun little experiment.
This is a fantasyish take on DSIPaint, a story of my own concoction... well, not entirely. that's where you, the reader, comes in.
See, this isn't going to be like other stories. At the end of each 'chapter', the hero (that's you) is going to be faced with a dilemma of some variety, and it's up to you guys to choose his response.

I'll just write the first chapter, and you'll see what I mean.


“Your body devoid of all feeling, you lapse in and out of consciousness in your struggle to stay alive. Your mind drifts here and there, trying to make sense of the plethora of stimuli that have just assaulted it.
Pain, fear, shock and nausea all boil down into one negative ache which claws at your brain like an angry cat, threatening to cut off your life before you know how it ended.
You clutch hopelessly at your skull, hoping to drive out the horror with your useless grabbing and silent screams. You know nothing else, the feeling blocks out all other input, it is the most important thing to you right now.
You couldn't ignore it if you tried. You don't know how long you've been fighting this losing battle, or why you are in it in the first place, all you know is that it isn't nice, and it's winning. slowly but surely, you lose your grip on reality...

Then you wake up.

The horrible experience ends instantly, your being no longer stabbed at by the horrible burning sensation of a thousand tiny needles. You groggily moan and shake the last remaining pain out of your weary head.
Your eyes are closed, you're still gathering the strength to open them, but the ambient pinkish light seems bright even when filtered through your eyelids. Squinting in discomfort, you prise open your eyelids to be met with the most unexpected view.
The warm, musty atmosphere of your room has completely vanished, as has your computer, bed and walls. Only the floor remains, and it is this, you realise, you are standing on. The same, harsh, pinkish light bombards your pupils, making it impossible to see until they adjust.
You step out, but your foot runs into thin air, and for a heart-pounding moment you struggle to regain your balance before plummeting to your doom. Because you realise that you are standing on your bedroom floor, on the top of the tallest mountain you have ever seen.
Forget Everest, screw Olympus, this has got to be the single most gargantuan spire of rock in the universe, and you are standing right on the top of it. You hurriedly clamber back to the centre of your floor, afraid of falling off. The mountain veers upwards incredibly sharply, ending with the suddenly flat surface you are standing on.
Tentatively, you crawl back to the edge to take a more careful peek. The mountain stretches up to well past the clouds, and you appear to be at the spire, making it impossible to see the ground due to the obscuring fog. The rock appears to be a pale grey/yellow colour, and you reach out to feel it. It’s brittle, and crumbles easily.
You turn your gaze upwards at the Sun. Or should I say Suns? Because floating in the sky are two huge, unearthly balls of pinkish/red light. They are far larger than the Earth’s sun, but also slightly dimmer. It is now that you realise that wherever you are, you aren’t on your beloved home-planet any more.
You begin to feel slightly nauseous. This makes you panic, what if the pain comes again? But no pain, just a slight retching feeling as it slowly dawns on you that you have no idea where you are or why you’re there. You think back to your last memories…
You were sitting in your chair in your bedroom, surfing the internet on your hi-tech computer. Amongst other things on the desktop, you were on a chatroom on the popular DSI-formatted site, DSIPaint. Normally you would browse it on the DSI, but sometimes you would log on on the computer if you were bored. The chatroom open was TMJ, and all was going as normal.
In a flash of memory, you recall the sudden, eerie green light that had flashed from the monitor, making you jump. You scrambled from your chair as it started to pulse gently and call out to you. When the world around you started to twist and deform, warping in horrible ways, you knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. Had you been drugged? Hypnotized? All you knew was that you were losing consciousness fast, and walking, trance-like, towards the screen.
Reality slaps you in the face as you snap out of your flashback just in time to see a huge ball of fire hurtling towards a nearby mountaintop. It explodes, rending the peak from the rest of the mountain, which crashes its way heavily down to whatever lay beneath the clouds. You look towards where the ball came from, and to your terror, you see two humanoid figures circling distantly up ahead.
They are clearly fighting. Each one boasts a magnificent pair of feathery wings, one combatant’s pitch-black, the other a luminescent white, glowing eerily peacefully, just like the moon. They zip around in the sky before your very eyes, darting back and forth and exchanging blows at incredible speed. Each time one connects with the other, a huge spray of molten sparks bursts from the point of contact, followed a few seconds later by a ground-shaking –BOOM!-.
Even as you watch you see the dark-winged figure cast what looks like a deep indigo bolt of lightning at the white figure, who easily dodges it, just to get struck heavily by another one. The dark-winged figure had predicted where the white one would dodge to, and had struck when he wasn’t expecting.
You are distracted from your viewing as you realise that the defeated white figure is plummeting heavily towards you, and you know that, without fail, it will hit your little island of refuge on top of the mountain in a few seconds. It sheds feathers madly as it struggles to regain flight, but to no avail. The felled being spreads its wings out to parachute its fall in a desperate last attempt, but with a sickening crunch, they are ripped from its back. It screams, an unearthly, sickening noise, before crashing head-first into your podium.
CRASH!
Wood flies everywhere as the piece of floor that once belonged to your bedroom shatters, dented heavily in the middle by the being’s explosive descent. You are thrown backwards across the splintered remains of your platform, but manage to grab onto a sharp shard of wood, sticking out from it. You cough heavily and back away carefully, squinting into the dust and clogging your eyes. The creature has left a massive crater in the wood, which must easily have broken into the mountain itself.
The sawdust finally settles, and you get a first glimpse at the creature. You are surprised to see that it looks exactly like a female human, only with pale, faintly glowing skin, and two ugly stumps of muscle and bone where its fine wings once were. She twitches slightly on the floor, clearly not dead but in serious pain. She opens one eye suddenly.
One eye with a milky white iris, but no pupil.
One eye that is trained on you.”


So ends chapter 1 of my story. Now comes the interactive part .
You, the lucky reader, gets the magnificent privilege of choosing what happens next! that's right! At the end of each chapter, like I said, our character will meet a new dilemma. The dilemma for this chapter is:

SHOULD YOU:

A: Walk up to the creature and try to help?

B: Run away?

Please answer in the comments (and make it obvious which one you're choosing ), and the most popular option will decide how the next chapter goes!