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of you away. You’re not laughin’.
You especially don’t laugh when you end up holding a can of Diet Coke and are told to open it.
This is just not the right way to end the story, Jack.
Hey —you don’t even like diet cola!
THE END
Start over.
Read “Look at the Stars: A Note from John Luke Robertson.”
STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
TAKING OUT THEIR LEADERS seems as good a starting place as any. John Luke guides you down a sleek, clean white corridor and opens a door marked with some strange symbol.
“You know where you’re going?” you ask him.
“Yeah.”
“What’s the skull and bones stand for?” you ask as you examine the image on the door more closely. “It can’t be a good sign.”
“Haven’t figured that out,” John Luke says. “Unless it’s for the pirates —the aliens dressed as pirates.”
You come to a winding stairway heading up and begin climbing it.
“I can use the cowbell,” John Luke says.
“For?” you ask, already out of breath after a dozen steps up the stairway.
“On the misters. The leaders.”
“So these guys are the misters? Like Mr. Mister?” you ask.
“Just the misters. That’s what everybody else calls them.”
Soon you can hardly talk anymore, the steps being so steep and so many.
“Just a few more, Uncle Si.”
“I’m . . . fine. It’s just . . . climbing stairs . . . in space . . . is a little . . . more . . . difficult.”
You’re nearing the top and can see a door up there with a small slot, like the kind a mailman might put letters through. Except this slot is higher, at eye level.
The slot happens to be open —you see light coming through it. The stairwell is mostly dim, so it’s easy to see the light.
You start to walk toward it, but John Luke pulls you back.
“Maybe we shouldn’t look through it,” John Luke whispers.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Just a feelin’ I’m getting.”
“A feelin’?”
“Yeah.”
Maybe it’s something minor, but still. You gotta choose.
Do you look through the slot? How harmful could it be? Go here .
Some things are best left to the imagination. And some slots shouldn’t be spied through. So if you don’t look through it, go here .
UNCERTAINTY
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS, you take a doorway that leads into some strange chamber with light-blue walls, like one of those places where you play laser tag.
Oh no.
This can’t be good.
It’s a large room. Strike that, Jack —it’s gargantuan!
“Uncle Si?” John Luke asks.
He’s not sure about this either.
Do you stay here in the light-blue laser tag room? Go here .
Do you try to get out of here and find another escape? Go here .
KNIVES OUT
YOU REACH INTO YOUR POCKET and produce an official Duck Commander folding knife. You were one of the few to get an early prototype of this model, and now you finally get to use it.
Something rumbles underneath you again. It’s a low, vicious sound.
“Uncle Si?” John Luke’s worried.
But you have everything under control. “I got this. It’s all good.”
The sound is louder now. You’re surrounded by debris —metal, wood, plastic, Chinese food take-out boxes (hey, wait a minute), machine parts. It’s also wet and gunky like a swamp in here. Anything could be hidden in this garbage.
Something blasts up and hits the wall. Then you see a tiny head popping out of the debris.
The first thing you notice are the eyes.
They might be the cutest things you’ve ever seen.
These large eyes are positioned on a round head with a narrow snout. This is an animal that you’ve seen back on Earth —in the zoo, anyway.
“Wait —what’s that thing called?” you ask John Luke.
“I think it’s a slow loris. I remember doing a report on those.”
“Aw, look at it,” you say, closing your knife.
“Uncle Si —they’re dangerous. Their bites can be lethal.”
“This tiny thing?” you ask. “It’s harmless.”
You start to head toward the loris
You especially don’t laugh when you end up holding a can of Diet Coke and are told to open it.
This is just not the right way to end the story, Jack.
Hey —you don’t even like diet cola!
THE END
Start over.
Read “Look at the Stars: A Note from John Luke Robertson.”
STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
TAKING OUT THEIR LEADERS seems as good a starting place as any. John Luke guides you down a sleek, clean white corridor and opens a door marked with some strange symbol.
“You know where you’re going?” you ask him.
“Yeah.”
“What’s the skull and bones stand for?” you ask as you examine the image on the door more closely. “It can’t be a good sign.”
“Haven’t figured that out,” John Luke says. “Unless it’s for the pirates —the aliens dressed as pirates.”
You come to a winding stairway heading up and begin climbing it.
“I can use the cowbell,” John Luke says.
“For?” you ask, already out of breath after a dozen steps up the stairway.
“On the misters. The leaders.”
“So these guys are the misters? Like Mr. Mister?” you ask.
“Just the misters. That’s what everybody else calls them.”
Soon you can hardly talk anymore, the steps being so steep and so many.
“Just a few more, Uncle Si.”
“I’m . . . fine. It’s just . . . climbing stairs . . . in space . . . is a little . . . more . . . difficult.”
You’re nearing the top and can see a door up there with a small slot, like the kind a mailman might put letters through. Except this slot is higher, at eye level.
The slot happens to be open —you see light coming through it. The stairwell is mostly dim, so it’s easy to see the light.
You start to walk toward it, but John Luke pulls you back.
“Maybe we shouldn’t look through it,” John Luke whispers.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Just a feelin’ I’m getting.”
“A feelin’?”
“Yeah.”
Maybe it’s something minor, but still. You gotta choose.
Do you look through the slot? How harmful could it be? Go here .
Some things are best left to the imagination. And some slots shouldn’t be spied through. So if you don’t look through it, go here .
UNCERTAINTY
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS, you take a doorway that leads into some strange chamber with light-blue walls, like one of those places where you play laser tag.
Oh no.
This can’t be good.
It’s a large room. Strike that, Jack —it’s gargantuan!
“Uncle Si?” John Luke asks.
He’s not sure about this either.
Do you stay here in the light-blue laser tag room? Go here .
Do you try to get out of here and find another escape? Go here .
KNIVES OUT
YOU REACH INTO YOUR POCKET and produce an official Duck Commander folding knife. You were one of the few to get an early prototype of this model, and now you finally get to use it.
Something rumbles underneath you again. It’s a low, vicious sound.
“Uncle Si?” John Luke’s worried.
But you have everything under control. “I got this. It’s all good.”
The sound is louder now. You’re surrounded by debris —metal, wood, plastic, Chinese food take-out boxes (hey, wait a minute), machine parts. It’s also wet and gunky like a swamp in here. Anything could be hidden in this garbage.
Something blasts up and hits the wall. Then you see a tiny head popping out of the debris.
The first thing you notice are the eyes.
They might be the cutest things you’ve ever seen.
These large eyes are positioned on a round head with a narrow snout. This is an animal that you’ve seen back on Earth —in the zoo, anyway.
“Wait —what’s that thing called?” you ask John Luke.
“I think it’s a slow loris. I remember doing a report on those.”
“Aw, look at it,” you say, closing your knife.
“Uncle Si —they’re dangerous. Their bites can be lethal.”
“This tiny thing?” you ask. “It’s harmless.”
You start to head toward the loris
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