You look down at the wretched creature and catch a fleeting reflection\nof your own face in his shimmering eyes.\n\n"No, I refuse..." your voice starts out shakily but you gain composure as\nyou go on,\n\n"I am no slave to your desires, it is not the place of a Slytherin to\nsheepishly follow orders that they have no desire to, and perhaps it\nmay prove that none of us are pure at all."\n\nYou prick your own figure and press the bead of blood that forms onto\nthe stone, which obligingly turns into a door.\n\nThe other students in the corridor look at you, mute, one of them\nstarts a slow clap but it doesn't quite reach critical mass and\nsheepishly fades into silence.\n\nThe prefect looks at you thoughtfully for a moment before speaking.\n\n"Stupefy!"\n\n[[What happened?|out]]\n
Your corpse begins to fester. You begin by bloating as hydrogen\nsulphide, carbon dioxide, and methane build up in your carcass, the\nproduct of your own intestinal flora hungrily consuming you from\nwithin. Maggot activity causes your skin to slip and your hair to\ndetach from your skin. You feel a sense of relief as your idiotic\nhaircut falls from your mouldering scalp. Eventually, as the build up\nof pressure and scavenger action leads to a post mortem skin rupture,\nyou congratulate yourself on the truly prodigious stink. No doubt due\nto your profane odour someone drags you out and hastily buries you in\nthe snow.\n\n\n[[Mummify|white walker]]
After eating your own carcass, you decide that perhaps human\ncivilization isn't right for you. Once you've pooped out the last of\nyour human body you wholly leave your old life behind (marking your\nterritory). As Summer you spend your time running free, the interwoven\nbranches of great trees and the stars the only roof above your head.\nAfter a time you meet an enigmatic and quirky young she-wolf with a\nshock of dark fur over her eyes. The two of you have a lot in common\nand start a tender, if furtive and confusing, relationship. Even though\nthe relationship only lasts three thousand five hundred wolf days, you\nlearn a lot from it and grow as a wolf, and often think about those\ndays out of chronological order.\n\nTo be continued...\n
You step into the common room, a circular chamber, replete with\noverstuffed armchairs, tables and a roaring fireplace. There's a group\nof chanting, athletic looking students standing around one of their\nnumber doing a handstand and chugging Butterbeer Lite (trademark). Before you go\nover to say hello you find yourself confronted by boy with an air of\ndesperate chubby sincerity about him.\n\n"Hello, you must be Bran Stark, my name is Samwell Longbottom Gamgee.\nAs the overweight kind-of-hopeless kid with a heart of gold I was\nlooking for a vaguely grim looking taciturn heroic type to tag along\nwith. Don't worry though, I'm definitively due a moment of awesome\nheroism some time in this series... of events. Anyway apparently Harry\nPotter and some of the other students are going to go down to the\ngodswood to swear allegiance to The Order of the Phoenix and I was\nwondering if you wanted to join me?"\n\nYou look at the shiny, eager face of Samwell. He has clearly\nrehearsed his speech a few times and seems to be relieved to have got\nit out of the way.\n\n[[Agree to go down to the godswood|willow]]\n\n[[Blow Samwell off and see what those cool dudes are up to|dudes]]\n
He fucks you with his sword.\n\n[[Nice One!|Dead]]\n
"Hagrid!" confirms Hagrid. Before you can attend the sorting ceremony,\nyou must be able to walk (strangely there are no disabled students at\nHogwarts). You instruct Hagrid to take you to visit Maester Pomfrey,\nand on the way you pass through the library.\n\nYour big sister Sansa is playing on a tablet. She is carving an\netching of herself holding up a lemon cake. She's surrounded by a\nseries of Hufflepuff admirers, who adore her for her beauty, and also\nbecause they have nothing else going on for them. Underneath the\netching she writes "#lemoncakes, #NoMagicSelfies" before attaching it\nto a blue bird which flies around the castle waving it in everyone's\nfaces. Professor Littlefinger takes a rubbing of the etching, he\nthinks Sansa's etchings are the best for rubbing.\n\n[[You move on|pomfrey]]\n
You look up at Hogwarts, the spires of the tower seem far taller than those of your home, Winterfell, and the walls are adorned with unfamiliar exotic heraldry from houses you have never heard of. \n\nYou knew from the moment you received your invitation to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, Wizardry and Warg-ery that you were in for a magical adventure. The letter had bizarrely arrived via an owl, instead of a raven like normal mail would do. \n\nProfessor McGonagall enters through the door, "Ah Bran Stark, Welcome to Hogwarts! Oh, and this must be your cat, Summer?" She gestures uncertainly toward the direwolf curled up at your feet. \n\n[["Why yes it is"|yes]]\n[["That's not a cat, that is a direwolf"|no]]
You brace yourself to do what has to be done and approach the elf,\nwho quivers softly as you grasp the back of his neck with your off\nhand. You close your eyes as you make the strike, but it only\nincreases the intensity of feeling the spray of hot blood on your face\nand the shrill scream that abruptly cuts off into a wheezing gurgle.\nIn your hesitancy you have missed his throat and have instead slashed\nthe creature's chest. He looks down tearfully at the wet hole in his\nheart that sucks at his clothes. In a panic you cut wildly and are\nrewarded with the sickly smell of spilled viscera. You and your victim\ncan only watch in horror as the faithful servant tries weakly and\nfutilely to halt the spread of his intestines across the cold stone\nfloor. When you finally do manage to put the blade to the elf's throat\nyou are so worked up that you almost cut his head clean off, and you\nare fortunately spared the sight of looking into his eyes as it\ndangles from a narrow thread of connective tissue. You place a shaky\nhand on the wall to support yourself, but it immediately rearranges\nitself into a door. Only now do you notice the looks of horror and\nshock on your fellow students' faces. The prefect breaks the silence.\n\n"Well, most students just cut his finger or something, but I'm\ndefinitely certain that this is the house for you..."\n\nYou notice a flash of fear in the prefect's eyes, and find that you\nlike it, as you wipe the blood off your hands onto Blaise Zabini's\nrobes and walk haughtily through the door without waiting to be\ninvited, you reflect that maybe the prefect is right, maybe this is the\nhouse for you...\n\nTHE END\n
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ANESTHETISE ME!", the board game hilariously\nscreams. In the wizarding world almost everything is sentient. Your\nlaughs and the board games screams fill the ward until Maester Pomfrey comes in to hush you. In the morning you and Harry compare\nprophetic dreams over cereal that screams as you eat it.\n\n[[Use your brand new spine to walk to the Great Hall|great hall]] \n
"Ah of course it is," she says uncertainly.\n\nBiology was never a subject taught at Hogwarts. \n\n"Now," she presses on, "I've been led to believe you have had a little bit of a tumble," the professor gestures towards your crippled legs, "but not to worry, I've sent for someone to take you up to see Maester Pomfrey, she'll fix you up in no time... Ah here's your escort now."\n\nA gigantic bearded man decked in furs approaches. He looks down on you with eyes that that glisten like cherries on top of a hairy sundae.\n\n"Hagrid?" says Hagrid, \n\n"Hagrid, Hagrid." he continues.\n\nHagrid had come from beyond the wall and was half giant, a fact that explained his prodigious size. He was also half Pokemon, a fact that explained why he communicated using only his own name. \n\nThe half-giant looms over you, readying to carry you to your destination.\n\n[[Let the Giant pick you up|Hall]]\n\n[[You prefer to drive yourself, so you try to warg Hagrid|stomp]]
You awake to find yourself chained to an unremarkable stone wall in\nthe dungeon with a student looking over you nervously, blade in hand.\n\n"I'm sorry Bran, but I left my textbook in the common room and if I\ndon't get it before Charms Professor Flitwick will kill me..."\n\n[[wait! you don't need to slit my... ack aaaargurggle!|Dead]]
Once in the hospital wing Hagrid places you down gently onto a\ncomfortable bed. Maester Pomfrey gives you a spoon full of bitter\ntasting liquid from a bottle labelled "Paralyse Heal".\n\n“It's a nasty business curing paraplegia," she warns, "so I’m going to\nhave to ask you to stay here all night.” She walks over to your bedside\nand taps your duvet with her wand, causing it to tuck in expertly around\nyour broken body.\n\n“Good night, and do try to get some sleep!” she says as she walks from the room.\n\nYou settle down under the covers, ready for the arduous night ahead.\nYou notice another patient in a bed across the ward. A bespectacled\nboy with a lightning bolt scar. The boy introduces himself as\nHarry Potter.\n\n"Hi, my name is Brandon Stark. What are you in for?" you ask Harry.\n\n"I'm regrowing the bones in my arm." he explained, as though that were\na reasonable sentence.\n\n"And what are those things on your face for?" you inquire, pointing\nhis spectacles.\n\n"They're my glasses, they help me to see."\n\nYou are confused. "Are you telling me that we live in a world where we\ncan regrow bones and cure paralysis but if you have trouble seeing the\nonly solution is to wire glass to your own face?"\n\n"Yes," said Harry, "but they also do so much more, they make me seem\nintelligent, and mark me out as the plucky underdog protagonist."\n\n"Protagonist?" you say, testing the unfamiliar word, "I don't think we\nhave those back home in Westeros."\n\nYou and Harry Potter become fast friends, and decide pass the time by\nplaying board games.\n\n\n[[Play Wizard's Chess|chess]]\n[[Play Wizard's Operation|operation]]\n
McGonagall looks down uneasily at the direwolf, "Well, I'm afraid he'll have to stay in the Forbidden Forest, five minutes away from the school with literally nothing to separate him from students aside from their natural aversion to anything forbidden. That's the way we handle magical predators capable of taking human life at Hogwarts."\n\nSummer lops off uncertainly towards the edge of the forest where a giant, a hippogriff, a blue car and a family of giagantic spiders eagerly await him.\n\n"Now," she presses on "I've been led to believe you have had a little bit of a tumble," the professor gestures towards your crippled legs, "Never mind about that I've sent for someone to take you up to see Maester Pomfrey... Ah here's your escort now."\n\nA gigantic bearded man decked in furs approaches. He looks down on you with eyes that that glisten like cherries on top of a hairy sundae.\n\n"Hagrid?" says Hagrid, \n\n"Hagrid, Hagrid." he continues\n\nHagrid had come from beyond the wall, and was half giant, a fact that explained his prodigious size. He was also half Pokemon, a fact that explained why he communicated using only his own name. \n\nThe half-giant looms over you, readying to carry you to your destination.\n\n[[Let the giant pick you up|Hall]]\n\n[[You prefer to drive yourself, so you try to warg Hagrid|stomp]]
You steal off into the night, with Samwell, faithfully at your heel.\n\nWhen you arrive to the godswood you see a small group of mostly\nGryffindor students preparing to take their oaths in front of the\nghostly pale white tree nicknamed the Whomping Willow. Its baleful red eyes and gaping maw giving\nit a monstrous aspect. The fact that the tree was thrashing around\ntrying to crush the students at its base further reinforced this\nimpression. You pause momentarily to reflect on the foolishness of\nthose who worship gods that don't try to break your bodies given the\nopportunity.\n\nYou swear your oath on the balls of your feet, fighting for breath as\nyou speak the sacred words of your order.\n\n"Voldemort gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my\ndeath. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children until\nafter I graduate from Hogwarts. I shall wear no crowns and win no\nglory unless necessary. I shall live and die at my post. I am the wand\nin the darkness. I am the watcher on the towers. I am the patronus\nthat guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honour to The Order\nof the Phoenix, for this Voldemort and all the Voldemorts to come."\n\nYour sweat and blood consecrate the vow, and you are filled with a new\nfound sense of destiny as you trek back to the common room, knowing\nthat though your first day is coming to a close your adventures at\nHogwarts are only beginning...\n\nTHE END\n
To pass the time you play a game of wizard's chess, but the game ends\nas a stalemate because the all the knights keep changing sides and\nfucking one another.\n\n[[Head down to the Great Hall with your new spine|great hall]]\n
Bran's First Day
"You choose Hufflepuff!?!"\nthe invasive voice stills momentarily, as though in contemplation\n"That’s a very brave decision... GRYFFINDOR"\n\nbewildered, you are received by the smiling faces and jocular back slaps of the Gryffindor table, all the while looking wistfully at the platter of digestive biscuits,egg sandwiches and tepid milk sitting untouched over at the hufflepuff table.\n\n[[onto the commonroom|commonroom g]]
As Hagrid carries you into the Great Hall, you look up to admire the magical ceiling that depicts a clear, starry night. You spy the banners emblazoned with the emblems of a series of houses that you have never seen before. As you ride through the hall you read aloud the great houses and their words: \n\nGryffindor - a golden lion rampant on a gules field. Their words are "Here me Roar".\n\nRavenclaw - an eagle on a azure field. Their words are "Knowledge is Power".\n\nSlytherin - a serpent on a quartered field of vert. Their words are "Power is Power".\n\nHufflepuff - a badger on or, with words reading "Always Pack an inhaler".\n\n\n"Hagrid Hagrid, Hagrid?" asks Hagrid.\n\n\n[[Hagrid|library]]\n[[Hagrid|3rd floor]]
"Well you can both read and write so I suppose it's RAAAAAAVENCLAW!"\n\nAs you rush down to the join your new Ravenclaws friend you bump into Hermione sending her time turner flying, right over your head, highlighting the dangers of entrusting such a powerful device into the hands of a child.\n\n[[woobwoobwoob|Start]]
"Yes... bravery, honour and a propensity for magical swords you'll do very well in...GRYFFINDOR!"\n\nThe other students receive you in a flurry of congratulations and ribald jokes, the rest of the ceremony passes in a moment for you, and you barely hear the judgements passed on your prepubescent peers as they are segregated for the rest of their school lives by a hat.\n\nBefore you know it, it's time to go up to the common room.\n\n\n\n[[Onwards brave Gryffindor!|commonroom g]]
The giant figure flails wildly as you try to invade his half-formed mind, in his madness he steps on you with a fur covered shoe. The last thing that goes through your mind is his foot.\n\n[[Ouch|Dead]]\n\n
You almost walk into the student in front of you as the prefect stops\nabruptly at a section of dungeon wall, unremarkable aside from the\nfact that it has a house elf chained to it with a heavy manacle. The\nprefect pauses before he address the first years, savouring the looks\nof confusion on you and your peers' faces.\n\n"Other houses rely on passwords, riddles or the honour system to\nsecure their common rooms, we Slytherins naturally have a superior\nmethod of making sure that only those of the correct... disposition\nmay enter..."\n\nHe draws a slender dagger and holds it up for you all to see. In the\nflickering light the blade seems almost alive, snaking side to side.\n\nHe hands the blade to you, the handle feels smooth and surprisingly\nsoft to your grasp and a warm tingle runs up your arm.\n\n"The Slytherin common room will only open when plied with the blood of\nthe impure, I think we all know what that means."\n\nYou see no hint of softening in the prefect's eyes as he turns toward\nthe bound servant. Your own gaze turns to the pathetic figure that\nlooks up at you in turn with watery globular eyes.\n\n"This one is proud to serve as tribute." There is only the barest hint\nof fear in the house elf's incredibly annoying voice.\n\n\n[[Refuse to kill the helpless creature|no murda]]\n\n[[Open the elf's throat|mo murda]]
You push Samwell aside, and join the group of dude-bros who by now are\nworking on using magic to push the bounds of truly obnoxious\nhandshakes. One of the boys with a dragon tattoo who is lifting\nweights turns toward you.\n\n"Hey Bran, you seem like a pretty alpha dude, controlling that wolf\nand all, but if you want to pledge with us then you're going to need to\nperform a challenge to prove your bravery."\n\nYou won't have anyone challenge your bravery, and you loudly proclaim the fact.\n\n"Good, you need undertake the ultimate test, run a gauntlet protected\nby the ancient arcane devices set up by some of the most powerful\nancient magic in the whole of Hogwarts."\n\n"You mean?" you cut in nervously, thinking of the third floor corridor.\n\n"That's right, you need to go into the girls dormitories on a panties raid!"\n\nYou gaze around at the unassuming stares, and bolt heedlessly into danger\nexactly like a lion wouldn't do.\n\nYou can see the outline of the door when you hear a sharp whirring\nnoise and feel a breeze under your neck. As you roll down the steps\nlooking at your body comically try to find you, you reflect on the\nlimitations of bravado...\n\n[[THE END?|Dead]]\n
Hogwarts has always had an abundance of bizarre happenings and the\nstudent body is quick to adapt to your presence, the house elves\ngleefully surrendering their lives when you need live prey. You\nquickly become one of the year's stand out students, and come top of\nyour class in Defence Against the Dark Arts after eating all the\nanimals that your teacher brought in. The only person who resents your\nnew found powers is Harry Potter, who has one of his tantrums after\nfinding Cho Chang and Ginny grooming your majestic mane in the\nprefects' bathroom. As you curl up to sleep in front of a roaring fire\nin the common room, picking your teeth with a broken pair of glasses\nyou know that though your day is ending, but your adventures are only just\nbeginning.\n\nTHE END
Percy Weasley leads you through the castle, over moving staircases and\nthrough corridors lined with portraits depicting moving images.\nCuriously in one of the pictures only the eyes moved, "Hello Professor\nLittlefinger!" Percy cheerfully calls out to the portrait, without breaking his stride. "Watch out for that one," whispers Percy, "he's quite a creep!"\n\n \nYou eventually find yourself facing a floor to ceiling portrait\ndepicting a corpulent figure draped in pure white cloth.\n\nPercy stops in front of the painting, clearly savouring being able\nto lord his knowledge over a group of eleven year old children.\n\n"This is the Fat Lady, and she conceals the entrance to the common\nroom, she'll only open to those who say the password which at the\nmoment is "Valar Morghulis"\n\nThe painting swings open, "I keep telling you I'm not a woman... I'm a eunuch!" mutters the Fat Spider.\n\n[[Wow the common room!|g force]]
"Hagrid!" agrees Hagrid, carrying you through the castle, exposing you\nto wonders you had never thought possible: moving staircases, living\npictures and indoor plumbing.\n\nYou walk past Walder Frey who is mopping up some student blood pooling\noutside the third floor corridor, singing quietly to himself, "...it's\na nice day for a Red Wedding..."\nAfter a time, Walder Frey notices you. He points a gnarled finger in\nyour direction, "Let this be a warning to you, this corridor is\nforbidden and protected by Fluffy, a fearsome hound!"\n\n"Call me Fluffy again and I'll fuck you with my sword," quips Sandor Clegane.\n\n[[You call him Fluffy|fuck]]\n[[You think it's best not to upset him and tell Hagrid to move on|pomfrey]]\n
"Being evil is a sound survival strategy, I'm sure you'll do well in\nSlyyytherin!"\n\nAs you walk over to the cheers of the green table you catch a hurt\nlook in Harry Potter's eye, but you don't care, you're a Slytherin now and\nhurting people is kind of your thing.\n\nYou are barely aware of the rest of the ceremony, caught up in dreams\nof future plots and working on your scowl.\n\nWhen you awake from your reverie you find yourself surrounded by the\nrest of the first years following a rangy Slytherin prefect down into\nthe depths of Hogwarts.\n\n[[Down we go|commonroom s]]\n
You reel at the rush of sensory information as you take hold of\nSummer's body, your incredibly acute nose is caressed by the smell of\nfresh meat slowly cooling to room temperature. After you finish eating\nyour own carcass (Bran is an important part of a high fibre diet) you\ndecide it's time to resolve what to do with your second life.\n\n[[You decide to continue your second life as a direwolf.|500 days]]\n\n[[You decide to instead try and continue your education.|Animagus]]
The first years were already there at the Sorting Ceremony. You sit down with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Jojen Reed. \n\n"Before the ceremony begins," announces Dumbledore, "I'd like to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Melisandra, who would like to say a few words." \n\nThe savage beauty of the Red Woman filled the room, "The night is dark, and full of terrors. Thank you."\n \nHermione had wondered why "Pre Emptive Blood Sacrifice" was on the reading list, Ron just wonders when his blood would return to the rest of his body. \n\nAs the sorting hat begins it's song a reverent hush falls over the room, Harry leans over to tell you that the hat spends all year thinking up next years songs, however seeing as this years song is sung to the tune of putting on the ritz you suspect that he just waits for all the students who heard his last one to die before repeating songs and spends all year thinking about lady hats.\n\nYou feel a growing sense of unease as students are called up one by one to face the psychic interrogation of the head wear.\n\nThe Sorting Hat rested on Ron's head for a while before had before declaring "so that's what you're into... how did you find out that was a thing, I mean wizards don't even have the internet... regardless... GRYFFENDOR"\n\nYgrette was sorted into Gryffindor because she had red hair.\n\nThe hat barely touched Joffrey Malfoy's golden head before it yelled “Slytherin”, even though his mother and auntie had already stitched little lions into all of his clothes.\n\nFinally it is your turn, and you approach the hat on unsteady legs. The world turns black as the musty thoughts of the hat pass into your mind unbidden.\n\n"You have so much potential Bran, I think I can see a path for you, but where do you think you belong?\n\n\n[[Gryffindor!|gryffindor]]\n\n[[I'd do anything to be in Ravenclaw|ravenclaw]]\n\n[[Slytherin, I want to win!|sytherin]]\n\n[[ummm... Hufflepuff?|hufflepuff]]
You lay prone on the ground and slowly begin to cool to room\ntemperature. Being dead leaves you few other options, and this seems\nto be the most expedient.\n\n\n[[You decide to leave your body and join Summer|Summer]]\n[[You opt to stay and decompose instead|stink]]\n
Jamie Adam
\nAs the lack of oxygen and low temperatures arrest bacterial action, you\ndecide to branch out into a little light mummification, with the hope\nof potentially making it into a museum or a Brendan Fraser film. Just\nas you start to really get into it you notice something clawing at the\nsnow, and you find yourself looking up at an oddly beautiful face,\nwith eyes that shine with the unearthly blue not found in nature (with\nthe possible exception of all the best flavoured sweets). As an\nelegant thin hand brushes your cheek you find yourself filled with a\nstrange sensation. If being dead is the absence of life then this\nfeels like the opposite. You arise and view the suddenly alien world,\nand feel a sense of apprehension. Being undead is pretty spooky. Your\nnew friend however senses this and offers to invite you to a pool\nparty some of his friends are having in an abandoned cave by the sea,\napparently it's pretty exclusive and features an island in the middle\nand self-refilling punch bowl. You decide to join him on the basis\nthat nothing could possibly go wrong (that already hasn't)...\n\nTHE END\n