Hello, dear readers. It’s lovely to say hello to you again! Letting you know upfront, this is not a Bad Books Good Times revival, just a new project, but it’s one I think might be up your all...
My dear readers, I simply cannot read Ready Player Two. Thanks to Armada, Ernest Cline’s other nostalgia-porn bildungsroman about a teenage boy who suddenly becomes one of the most important pe...
Last post, in true Choose Your Own Adventure fashion, we achieved a good ending where we saved the world, albeit in a mildly anticlimactic kind of way that makes us immediately wonder, huh, so, h...
I have to say, I think Matthew’s thought-process for the last choice was brilliant. It’s so deeply ingrained in us that figures of authority in horror either can’t save the day, refuse to s...
Ariel has decided, between the two options of A) ask obviously evil imposter grandma who has killed us a few times in different timelines what’s going on here, and B) wait until the meteor show...
Grandma shows up while my friends and I are snooping in her room. I realize now that overly invasive cab driver would have loved to be included in this snoop session, and I feel bad there was no ...
HOLY SHIT, WE SURVIVED OUR FIRST EVER DECISION. Ariel decided to search grandma’s room instead of spying on her in the garden, and when I turn to that page… there’s immediately another choi...
I decide to play things cool and introduce my friends to my grandmother despite her concerning silver jumpsuit. My friends politely compliment grandma on her bizarrely colored roses. You gaze at ...
So I see we died again. I like how so far this Goosebumps choose your own adventure book is like a fucking morality play. Or, like… a common sense play. No branching paths AT ALL. We have liter...
Previously, the weirdly overinvested and, frankly, INVASIVE cab driver suggests that we open my grandmother’s luggage to find out why it’s so heavy. Matthew forced my hand and told me to turn...