How did Chewbacca get his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER?

<center><html.nohead tw-include><h3>Ever wondered how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER?</h3> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/yBNzWE3.jpg" border="3" title="image by Tom McNally"> [[Click to find out!|Landing]]</center></html.nohead tw-include></center>

<center>YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT HOW CHEWBACCA FIRST FOUND HIS ICONIC WEAPON, THE WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, THAT HE USES IN ALL THE 'STAR WARS' FILMS. <img src="https://i.imgur.com/e0gQz9W.jpg" title="image by Tom McNally.com"/><img src="https://i.imgur.com/e0gQz9W.jpg" title="image by Tom McNally.com"/><img src="https://i.imgur.com/e0gQz9W.jpg" title="image by Tom McNally.com"/> YOU MUST REALLY LIKE 'STAR WARS' AND BE INTO 'STAR WARS' TRIVIA SO BUCKLE UP, WE'RE ABOUT TO TAKE A DEEP DIVE. <img src="https://i.imgur.com/6Oj7SMf.jpg" border="3" title="image from me-mechanicalengineering.com"/> [[Click to find out how!|Intro]]</center>

You wake to the shrill noise of your phone. It's a particularly irritating ringtone that you never bothered to change. You squint in the bright light. You don't remember falling asleep and you didn't close the curtains. The setting sun is shining directly through the window. You turn over and look at your phone vibrating on the bedside table. It is next to the gun. You half-remember loading it this morning. You sit and pick up the gun and feel its weight in your hand. You realise now that it is early evening and you must have fallen asleep without meaning to. The phone is ringing. What do you do about it? [[Put gun in mouth.|001]] [[Answer phone.|AAA]]

(set: $success to (random: 1, 2)) (if: $success is 1)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] The gun scrapes unpleasantly against the back of your teeth. You tongue the barrel thoughtfully. You try and picture yourself - sitting up in bed, doing this, and you aren't quick enough to stifle a giggle. The front sight jabs uncomfortably into your palette. Distracted, you glance over at your phone. It is still ringing. You see that your brother is calling. You realise that you agreed to see 'STAR WARS' with him tonight. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|FAIL]] [[Answer the phone.|AAA]]] (elseif: $success is 2)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] The gun scrapes unpleasantly against the back of your teeth. You tongue the barrel thoughtfully. You try and picture yourself - sitting up in bed, doing this, and you aren't quick enough to stifle a giggle. The front sight jabs uncomfortably into your palette. Distracted, you glance over at your phone. It is still ringing. You see that your brother is calling. You realise that you agreed to see 'STAR WARS' with him tonight. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|002]] [[Answer the phone.|AAA]]]

<html.before>(colour: blue)[Answer the phone. >] It's your brother. He's loud and excited like usual. He reminds you that you're going to see 'STAR WARS' Episode VIII: The Last Jedi tonight. You say you remember and are excited too while you thumb the bullets out of the magazine and arrange them in a circular pattern around the glass on your bedside table. Your brother checks to see if you went to work today. You say you did even though you wouldn't have been able to answer the phone if you did. He wonders if you needed a lift to the cinema. You say yes, thank you. You say that you need to go home first so he shouldn't pick you up from work. He should pick you up from home. You say you forgot to brush your teeth this morning. That is why you need to be at home. He says he is excited and you say that you're excited too. You hang up and put the bullets back in the magazine. You realise that you really haven't brushed your teeth today. [[Go and brush your teeth.|AAB]] [[Put gun in mouth.|BAA]] </html.before>

An irritating shrill noise is coming from somewhere. You try to open your eyes but they are covered over with something cold. You try to raise your arms but they are tightly wrapped to your sides. [[Call for help.|002cry]] (set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 3) (set: $dig to 0) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0)

(colour: blue)[Cock the gun and pull the trigger. >] You die instantly. You never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. [[Click here to find out!|Landing]]

(colour: red + white)[Call for help. >] You try to cry out but the substance that covers your face is sucked into your mouth and down your throat. It is cold and thick and the taste of it would be offensive were it not choking you. You must act quickly. [[Bite your way free from this prison.|003]]

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(colour: red + white)[Bite your way free from this prison.] Your powerful jaws come down on the oily, metallic substance. It tears easily and you spit your mouthful of it out. You hear it fall to the ground somewhere in front of you. You have made a hole in front of your face and you pull your head through it. This gives you the clearance to move your shoulders and wriggle your arms loose from the bindings. [[Look around you.|004]]

(colour: red + white)[Look around you. >] You claw at your face and remove the gunk from your eyes. Your vision is blurry and the light is just bright enough for you to get a sense of your surroundings. A large chamber, the walls dimly lit from within. Set in the walls are about a dozen dark lumps. You know that your brothers are inside of them. Faint sounds of struggle come from within each one. A great sense of urgency grips your chest. You know that you have to leave before your brothers tear out of their pods, imitating your success. You step out of the tatters of your own pod and anxiously search for an escape. You come to an area of wall that is of a completely different texture to the rest - flat and smooth and hard. You find that you want to bite and scratch at it. You rake your fingernails across it and find to your delight that it comes away easily. Suddenly the other walls light up. You are dazzled and step back. Shapes appear on their surface. You have trouble looking away from them. You feel that you have to find out what they are. [[Watch the shapes on the wall.|005]] [[There is no time. Dig through the soft wall and escape.|006]]

(colour: red + white)[Watch the shapes on the wall. >] (set: $haste to it - 1) The wall flickers through strange images of the world and you hear a high pitched whine as it zeroes in on your mind. When the tone reaches its peak the images halt their procession on a giant version of your own face. You call to it and your faces calls back to you. You are CHEWBACCA. The framing pulls back to show your entire body. You see yourself standing confidently under tall trees. You know you are looking at yourself but when you inspect your own body you see how undeveloped it is. You are tiny and pale and weak. Your face on the wall insists that you are CHEWBACCA, that the other Wookiees long to meet their newest son. But where is your long, fragrant hair, the dark pads that protect your hands, your signature bandolier, slung across your left shoulder? Most importantly, where is your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER? Your image tells you that you must battle your brothers and earn your birthright. Only one son in this entire hatchery will have the strength and ferocity to claim the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. Will it be CHEWBACCA? The image disappears, but only for you. You turn and see that one of your brothers has emerged from his pod and is learning the secrets of his image for himself. [[Kill your brother while he is distracted.|005kill]] [[Dig through the wall and make haste to the next chamber.|007]]

(colour: red + white)[There is no time. Dig through the soft wall and escape. >] You do not need to hear the words and see the pictures. The truth is plain in your your mind. You are CHEWBACCA and you must find your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER before your brothers do. [[Make haste to the next chamber.|007]]

(if: $dig is 0 and $haste is 3)[(colour: red + white)[Make haste to the next chamber. >] The material of the wall gives way to your fingers and teeth. It tastes delicious in your mouth. You scramble through the flesh of this place like you are swimming in your own element. You are aware of your brothers trying to follow behind you but you soon outpace them. There is no light in the passage but your keen sense of smell draws you forward as if you are being tugged along a wire. You do not tire for your veins are flooded full of the nutrients the wall provides. It is nearly an hour before you find the next chamber but there isn't a doubt in your mind that you needed to reach it. You hear the sounds of your brothers ahead of you. You break the skin of a chamber similar to the one you were born in. You enter on your hands and knees, low to the ground. You see two of your brothers circling each other making the terrible sounds. One is much larger and the other is clearly intimidated. They seem distracted enough. The most obvious difference to your own birthing chamber is the thick, spiralling central support in the centre of the room. You see the pods your brothers emerged from lining the walls. One is still occupied, three are empty. You see no body so you know that one brother has already escaped this chamber. You scan for possible exits he could have made - opposite you is a another soft wall to dig through, though there are no sign that it has been entered. He could also have climbed up the spire. You can't see what is up there from your position low to the ground. But from that position you notice that a wide tunnel had been dug through the soft and loose floor of this room. You could enter it and explore below. In your gut you feel that there is something important down there though contemplating it gives you great anxiety. Could your brother have gone down there? Something about that thought seems odd to you. What do you do? [[Follow your brother by chewing through the wall opposite you.|Thirdchamber]] [[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire.|008]] [[Go through the tunnel and find what is below.|Dig]] [[Fight your brothers.|Centralfight]]](elseif: $haste is 2 and $dig is 0)[(colour: red + white)[Make haste to the next chamber. >] The material of the wall gives way to your fingers and teeth. It tastes delicious in your mouth. You scramble through the flesh of this place like you are swimming in your own element. Your brothers are following behind you and you must use all your strength to keep ahead of them. There is no light in the passage but your keen sense of smell draws you forward as if you are being tugged along a wire. You are uncertain how long the gruelling chase lasts but when find the next chamber but there isn't a doubt in your mind that you needed to reach it. You hear the sounds of your brothers ahead of you. You break the skin of a chamber similar to the one you were born in. You enter on your hands and knees, low to the ground. You are met with the sight of a fallen brother. He is crippled and apparently mute but his furious eyes track your movements. You use his body as cover and see that his attacker, a larger one of your brothers, is pacing up and down the room. The most obvious difference to your own birthing chamber is the thick, spiralling central support in the centre of the room. You see the pods your brothers emerged from lining the walls. Three are empty and one is still occupied and seems to have drawn the attention of your prowling brother. You can't see any sign of your brother that came out of the third pod. He must have escaped from this chamber. You scan for possible exits he could have made - opposite you is a soft wall similar to the one you have just dug through, though there is no sign that it has been entered. He could also have climbed up the spire. You can't see what is up there from your position low to the ground. But from that position you notice that a wide tunnel had been dug through the soft and loose floor of this room. You could enter it and explore below. In your gut you feel that there is something important down there though contemplating it gives you great anxiety. Could your brother have gone down there? Something about that thought seems odd to you. What do you do? [[Follow your brother by chewing through the wall opposite you.|Thirdchamber]] [[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire.|008]] [[Go through the tunnel and find what is below.|Dig]] [[Fight your brother.|Centralfight]] (set: $brothers to it - 1)](elseif: $haste is 1 and $dig is 0)[(colour: red + white)[Make haste to the next chamber. >] The material of the wall gives way to your fingers and teeth. It tastes delicious in your mouth. You scramble through the flesh of this place like you are swimming in your own element. Several times you feel the fingers and nails of your brothers on your feet and ankles. You will not let them beat you. There is no light in the passage but your keen sense of smell draws you forward as if you are being tugged along a wire. You are uncertain how long the gruelling chase lasts but when find the next chamber but there isn't a doubt in your mind that you needed to reach it. You hear the sounds of your brothers ahead of you. You break the skin of a chamber similar to the one you were born in. You enter on your hands and knees, low to the ground. You crawl into a chamber similar to the one you were born in. A stricken brother is lying close to the entrance. Behind him you can catch glimpses of two other brothers facing off against each other. Your brother's body gives you some cover so you are able to examine the room. The most obvious difference to your own birthing chamber is the thick, spiralling central support in the centre of the room. You see the pods your brothers emerged from lining the walls. All four are empty. One pod has been torn apart from the outside and a stillborn brother has been pulled from it and dragged around the room. Your brothers escalate their fight. One has a clear size advantage and has slammed the other against the wall. The larger one already has the marks of battle. He must have been born here and then dispatched your brother that lies gurgling before you. It is possible he also tore your youngest brother from his pod prematurely. The smaller of the combatants could have come from the next chamber, through the opposite wall. You can't see any sign of your brother that came out of the fourth pod in this chamber. He must have escaped somewhere. You scan for possible exits this missing brother could have made - perhaps he chewed his own path through the wall opposite. He could also have climbed up the spire. You can't see what is up there from your position low to the ground. But from that position you notice that a tunnel had been dug through the soft and loose floor of this room. You could enter it and explore below. In your gut you feel that there is something important down there though contemplating it gives you great anxiety. Could your brother have gone down there? Something about that thought seems odd to you. What do you do? [[Follow your brother by chewing through the wall opposite you.|Thirdchamber]] [[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire.|008]] [[Go through the tunnel and find what is below.|Dig]] [[Fight your brothers.|Centralfight]] (set: $brothers to it - 2)](elseif: $haste is < 1 and $dig is 0)[(colour: red + white)[Make haste to the next chamber. >] The material of the wall gives way to your fingers and teeth. It tastes delicious in your mouth. You scramble through the flesh of this place like you are swimming in your own element. Several times you feel the fingers and nails of your brothers on your feet and ankles. You will not let them beat you. There is no light in the passage but your keen sense of smell draws you forward as if you are being tugged along a wire. You are uncertain how long the gruelling chase lasts but when find the next chamber but there isn't a doubt in your mind that you needed to reach it. You hear the sounds of your brothers ahead of you. You break the skin of a chamber similar to the one you were born in. You enter on your hands and knees, low to the ground. You crawl into a chamber similar to the one you were born in. A stricken brother is lying close to the entrance. Another lies further into the room. Behind them you see two other brothers facing off against each other. Your brother's body gives you some cover so you are able to examine the room. The most obvious difference to your own birthing chamber is the thick, spiralling central support in the centre of the room. You see the pods your brothers emerged from lining the walls. All four are empty. One pod has been torn apart from the outside and a stillborn brother has been pulled from it and dragged around the room. Your brothers escalate their fight. One has a clear size advantage and has slammed the other against the wall. The larger one already has the marks of battle. He must have been born here and then dispatched your brother that lies gurgling before you. It is possible he also tore your youngest brother from his pod prematurely. The smaller of the combatants could have come from the next chamber, through the opposite wall. You can't see any sign of your brother that came out of the fourth pod in this chamber. He must have escaped somewhere. You scan for possible exits this missing brother could have made - perhaps he chewed his own path through the wall opposite. He could also have climbed up the spire. You can't see what is up there from your position low to the ground. But from that position you notice that a tunnel had been dug through the soft and loose floor of this room. You could enter it and explore below. In your gut you feel that there is something important down there though contemplating it gives you great anxiety. Could your brother have gone down there? Something about that thought seems odd to you. What do you do? [[Follow your brother by chewing through the wall opposite you.|Thirdchamber]] [[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire.|008]] [[Go through the tunnel and find what is below.|Dig]] [[Fight your brothers.|Centralfight]] (set: $brothers to it - 2)](elseif: $haste is 2 and $dig is 1)[(colour: red + white)[Head back to the birthing chamber above you. >] You emerge in the chamber above. You are met with the sight of a fallen brother. He is lying near the wall through which you first entered this room, He is crippled and apparently mute but his furious eyes track your movements. You keep your head low to the ground and see that the one who attacked your fallen brother, a larger one of your brothers, is pacing up and down the room. The most obvious difference to your own birthing chamber is the thick, spiralling central support in the centre of the room. You see the pods your brothers emerged from lining the walls. Three are empty and one is still occupied and seems to have drawn the attention of your prowling brother. You can't see any sign of your brother that came out of the third pod. He must have escaped from this chamber. You scan for possible exits he could have made - opposite you is a soft wall similar to the one you have just dug through, though there is no sign that it has been entered. He could also have climbed up the spire. You can't see what is up there from your position low to the ground. What do you do? [[Follow your brother by chewing through the wall opposite you.|Thirdchamber]] [[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire.|008]] [[Fight your brother.|Centralfight]] (set: $brothers to it - 1)](elseif: $haste is 1 and $dig is 1)[(colour: red + white)[Head back to the birthing chamber above you. >] You emerge in the chamber above. A stricken brother is lying close to the entrance. You take his body as a warning and keep your head low to the ground. You spy two other brothers facing off against each other on the other end of the chamber. The most obvious difference to your own birthing chamber is the thick, spiralling central support in the centre of the room. You see the pods your brothers emerged from lining the walls. All four are empty. One pod has been torn apart from the outside and a stillborn brother has been pulled from it and dragged around the room. Your brothers escalate their fight. One has a clear size advantage and has slammed the other against the wall. The larger one already has the marks of battle. He must have been born here and then dispatched your brother that lies gurgling before you. It is possible he also tore your youngest brother from his pod prematurely. The smaller of the combatants could have come from the next chamber, through the opposite wall. You can't see any sign of your brother that came out of the fourth pod in this chamber. He must have escaped somewhere. You scan for possible exits this missing brother could have made - perhaps he chewed his own path through the wall opposite. He could also have climbed up the spire. You can't see what is up there from your position low to the ground. What do you do? [[Follow your brother by chewing through the wall opposite you.|Thirdchamber]] [[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire.|008]] [[Fight your brothers.|Centralfight]] (set: $brothers to it - 2)](elseif: $haste is < 1 and $dig is 1)[(colour: red + white)[Head back to the birthing chamber above you. >] You emerge in the chamber above. You are facing a ghastly sight - the bodies of two brothers lie on the ground and the brother that is the victor of these battles is repeatedly throwing the remains of your stillborn brother against the walls. While he is distracted you pull yourself up and head for the room's central spire. It is the only way to escape this killing floor. Up there you will find your missing brother. [[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire.|008]] (set: $brothers to it - 3)]

(colour: red + white)[Kill your brother while he is distracted. >] Good thinking, warrior. Though your body is still soft and hairless you are able to tackle your brother to the floor while his image is still describing his birthright. You hold him down and pound at his face and neck with your fist until his rubbery new flesh paints a halo around his skull. Your heart throbs busily in your chest but you feel only confused. You know your brothers are your rivals but killing them with your bare hands leaves you feeling empty. Three more of your brothers have emerged during your fight and they are twitching between the instructions of their images and the instructions of their instincts at the sight of you. [[Press your advantage and slay them all.|005fight]] [[Make haste to the next chamber.|007]] (set: $haste to it - 1) (set: $brothers to it - 1)

(colour: red + white)[Press your advantage and slay them all. >] Your brothers are fresh from their pods and have their images telling them the truth in their minds but they outnumber you and their instinct to kill is as sharp as your own. You swat the first down where he stands. The blow stuns him so completely that his body goes limp and his head is the first part of him to hit the compacted ground. This leaves the second in the perfect position to jump on your back. He presses his weight down on your shoulders and you are forced to rebalance or fall. The third sees his chance to move in but is confused about which target to strike. He swings his long arms in an upwards arc that connects with your brother's snout and succeeds in cuffing him from your back. You have the opportunity to attack either the second or third of your brothers in this room. [[Attack the second, who jumped you from behind.|0052nd]] [[Attack the third, who struck the second.|0053rd]] [[Leave them to it and make haste for the next chamber.|007]] (set: $brothers to it - 1)

(colour: red + white)[Attack the second, who jumped you from behind.] You do expect to be lucky twice so you step backwards to keep your second brother off-balance while keeping out of range of your third brother. You jump sideways in a feint and then immediately jump back again to tackle your second brother before he can assume a useful stance. You tumble to the floor and you receive some glancing blows to the side of your head that you all but laugh off. He kicks at you as your hands find his throat. He is too late in imitating you and his windpipe collapses in your grip before he can do the same to you. Your third brother is raining his fists down on the buttons of your spine as you release your second brother's neck and brush away his feeble arms. You maintain eye contact with him for a moment too long as he chokes on the debris of his larynx. His eyes are furious and bulging and you feel a tremendous sense of wrongness of ending your brothers like this. You should face them as Nature intended - through the sights your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, thrumming with the ancient energies of your people. Your third brother finds his target on the back of your head and your vision goes black. Though blinded you are very aware of his knee moving across your back, his weight coming down on you and being pinned helpless to the ground as he aimed his fists closer and closer to the point on the back of your neck that would disconnect you from - The world disappears and you never discover how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE FALLING BEHIND](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE] </h3></center> [[Click here to find out more.|002]]

(colour: red + white)[Attack the third, who struck the second. >] There are no allies here. While your second brother in this chamber collects himself from the floor you bring both your fists down on your third brother's skull. You feel in your wrists something break behind his face as reels backwards. Before you can turn to face him your second brother grasps your ankle and pulls your leg upwards as he springs to his feet. A tendon screams in your thigh and you land rudely on your back. You manage only to squirm before a fist arcs down into your throat. Then the fingers find your wrists and your joints. Your opponents are united for a brief moment in breaking you and then, inevitably, turn on each other. From your miserable vantage point you don't see which one wins over the other but when they do they crawl through the passage and leave you and your brothers to pitifully wail at each other. Hours pass and eventually your brother returns to the chamber. He is transformed - he has the long, splendid coat, signature bandolier and glinting teeth of an adult male. He brandishes his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER before him with a furious glee. You hear him quickly dispatch your brothers with its bolts but of course you don't hear the one that ends you and you never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE FALLING BEHIND](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE] </h3></center> [[Click here to find out more.|002]]

(colour: red + white)[Follow your brother by chewing through the wall opposite you. >] (if: $haste is 3)[You hug the edges of the room and escape the notice of your two warring brothers. The larger quickly overcomes the smaller. You dig into the soft material of the wall opposite your entrance and slip out of sight. You make good progress for a short time before you hear the sounds of digging ahead of you. You freeze. A brother is tunneling towards you and you are tunneling towards him. Did he hear you as you heard him? If not, perhaps you can get the drop on him. An arm bursts through the wall to your right. It scrambles over your shoulders and finds your neck. You claw and wrench the fingers around your throat but it is not enough. You never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU MADE GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]](elseif: $haste is 2)[You go for the opposite wall, trying your best to stay out of sight of your enraged brother but he spots you and charges at you. Your back is to the wall and he is too fast to evade. He crashes down on you and you are pinned under his body to the floor. You feel a sudden crushing pain on the back of shoulder and it is only after you sense wetness that you realise you have been bitten. You twist to get away and a chunk of you is left behind in your brother's jaws. He is crazed, slick with blood, utterly mad. You swing your arms to bat him away but they do not respond the way they should. He seizes your wrist and it splinters like kindling in his grip. There is a ringing in your ears and you can just hear yourself dry heave. Your knees buckle and you don't even feel yourself hit on the floor this time. The world slurs past and you see your brother take on opponent after opponent before two brothers unite take him down together. They ignore you, clearly no longer a threat, and climb the central spire together. You are just about ready to stand again when their bodies fall. A sound, a fall. Another sound, another fall. Their bodies are twitching heaps on the ground. You have never heard that sound before but you know it was. It was the firing of a WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. It is the last sound you hear. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE MAKING GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]] (elseif: $haste is 1)[You stick to the edges of the room and edge around it to escape the notice of your two warring brothers. Your fallen brother keeps his accusing eyes on you all the way. Your larger brother starts to thrash the smaller. You quietly dig into the soft material of the wall opposite your entrance. It yields easily - too easily. You hand slips right through the thin wall and into a space on the other side. The wall collapses on your head. You shake the material out of your face and see a brother come out of the wall towards you. He is strong from the wall-flesh fresh in his belly. His roar brings the attention of your brothers. A strange calculation between them causes them to forget the fight between them and run over to you. You are pulled backwards while your brother from the wall pushes you forwards. Hands are all over you. Your skin is shredded in a hundred ways. A miasma of violence clouds your vision and senses, punctuated here and there by an ear coming loose, your teeth cleaving your tongue, the snaps of bones. After an eternity of minutes they eventually turn on each other and leave you lying face down on the floor. The rest of your life becomes an exercise in spitting out the blood that rapidly fills your mouth. You drift away. Something finishes you off but you never find out what it was. You also never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE MAKING GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]] (elseif: $haste is < 1)[You stick to the edges of the room and edge around it to escape the notice of your two warring brothers. Your fallen brother keeps his accusing eyes on you all the way. Your larger brother starts to thrash the smaller. You quietly dig into the soft material of the wall opposite your entrance. It yields easily - too easily. You hand slips right through the thin wall and into a space on the other side. The wall collapses on your head. You shake the material out of your face and see a brother come out of the wall towards you. He is strong from the wall-flesh fresh in his belly. His roar brings the attention of your brothers. A strange calculation between them causes them to forget the fight between them and run over to you. You are pulled backwards while your brother from the wall pushes you forwards. Hands are all over you. Your skin is shredded in a hundred ways. A miasma of violence clouds your vision and senses, punctuated here and there by an ear coming loose, your teeth cleaving your tongue, the snaps of bones. After an eternity of minutes they eventually turn on each other and leave you lying face down on the floor. The rest of your life becomes an exercise in spitting out the blood that rapidly fills your mouth. You drift away. Something finishes you off but you never find out what it was. You also never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE MAKING GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]]

(colour: red + white)[Follow your brother by climbing the central spire. >] (if: $haste is 3)[Your brothers are too preoccupied with each other. You slip by unnoticed and climb the spire. It is high and it has not been shaped for an easy ascent but there are screens inset in the material of the pillar that transmit words of encouragement to you, CHEWBACCA, the favoured son. You are not followed; below you one brother cripples the other and then tears another from his pod. This strikes you as intensely wrong and you struggle to stifle a cry against the cruel perversity of it. Soon you lose sight of the floor below. The chamber tapers at the top so you surrounded by the walls. You reach the ceiling and see that your brother has chewed his way upwards. You pull yourself up into the hole he has made and continue your pursuit. [[Enter the chamber above.|009]]](elseif: $haste is 2)[You watch your brother for a while, waiting for an opening. He comes to the pod of your brother who is yet to be born. To your horror he starts to tear at it, to remove the outer layer in thick strips. Nothing could be more terrible. You supress the urge to correct this crime and seize the moment. You sprint to the spire and clamber up it. It is high and it has not been shaped for an easy ascent. Soon you lose sight of the floor below. The chamber tapers at the top so you surrounded by the walls. You reach the ceiling and see that your brother has chewed his way upwards. You pull yourself up into the hole he has made and continue your pursuit. [[Enter the chamber above.|009]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[Your brothers are too preoccupied with each other. You slip by unnoticed and climb the spire. It is high and it has not been shaped for an easy ascent. You are not followed; you catch glimpses of the battle unfolding below. Brother after brother come through the walls and attack whoever they see. Soon you lose sight of the floor below. The chamber tapers at the top so you surrounded by the walls. You reach the ceiling and see that your brother has chewed his way upwards. You pull yourself up into the hole he has made and continue your pursuit. [[Enter the chamber above.|009]]] (if: $haste is < 1)[Your brothers are too preoccupied with each other. You slip by unnoticed and climb the spire. It is high and it has not been shaped for an easy ascent. You are followed; below you an enterprising brother rises out of the melee and makes his way up the spire. Soon you lose sight of the floor below. The chambers tapers so you surrounded by the walls. You reach the ceiling and see that your brother in the lead has chewed his way upwards. You pull yourself up into the hole he has made and continue your pursuit. [[Enter the chamber above.|009]]]

(if: $dig is 0 and $culture is 0)[(colour: red + white)[Go through the tunnel and find what is below. >] [You carefully follow the path downwards and hold back your doubts. You make easy going and soon arrive at a small chamber. The lighting from the walls here is a little more comfortable than the sickly red in the chambers above. You are able to see more clearly. Straight away you are drawn to three large pods attached to the walls. The pods are similar to the ones that you and your brothers came from but the patterning is subtly different. These ones don't feel dangerous. You try and peer inside the translucent material. The bodies inside are not stirring, are not being readied for combat or the chase. They look peaceful. You can make out a face, large cheeks and a skeptical brow. It seems repulsive to you. This is mixed with a confusing feeling to wake them - though not yet. You feel that they would only want to wake up if you had something to show them. Perhaps you should show them your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, once it is in your hands. You realise you have stepped over the corpse of a larger sister in order to examine the pods. You should leave this place for now. [[Head back to the birthing chamber above you.|007]] [[Examine the large corpse.|Mother]] [[Dig down further.|fall]](set: $haste to it - 1)(set: $dig to 1)]](elseif: $dig is 0 and $culture is 1)[(colour: red + white)[Go through the tunnel and find what is below. >] You carefully follow the path downwards. You seem to remember digging this tunnel but you know you did no such thing. You make easy going and soon arrive at a small chamber. The lighting from the walls here is a little more comfortable than the sickly red in the chambers above. You are able to see more clearly. There are three seed pods set in the walls. These are special pods and contain no brothers, but your sisters. Your mouth gushes with saliva and your stomach churns. You try and peer inside the translucent material to look at your sisters. They do not stir. They are not being readied for combat or the chase. They look peaceful. You can make out a face, nearly hairless, somewhat gormless with large cheeks and a skeptical brow. The chins are marked with a faint line. On top of their heads is a playful mop of thick brown hair. The sight of them makes you furious and you bring your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER up to your chest defensively. Wrapped around the pods on the floor is your mother. You recognise her at once. She was the one who dug the tunnel and carved the spires. She injected your brothers and sisters as embryoes into WRRYRH'S seeds, which were freely given. She, in return, gave WRRYRH her mind and the knowledge it contained. Those memories now light the caverns of your mind. She is much larger than you and resembles the hairless, larval form you had before you developed into an adult. Her face and hair look identical to those of your sisters sleeping in their pods. She is exhausted. She will never leave this chamber. Your mother raises one exhausted hand and pushes on your weapon to lower it. She needs to talk to you first. [[You have much to discuss.|Mother]] (set: $dig to 1)](elseif: $dig is 1 and $culture is 1)[(colour: red + white)[Go through the tunnel and face what is below. >] You return to the chamber below. Your feelings about the descent and the chamber are now completely different. You know that your mother dug this tunnel. You know that she deposited your sisters into WRRYRH'S seeds after she had put you and your brothers into yours. You can remember the act of it, from her point of view. The memory of ovipositing is ecstatic, painful and confusing. Your mother lies on the ground exactly where you last saw her. She will never leave this chamber. Her memories had been encoded into the flesh of the fruit and now light the cavern of your mind. You look over to the three pods that contain your sisters. The sight of them makes you furious and you bring your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER up to your chest defensively. Your mother raises one exhausted hand and gently pushes on your weapon to lower it. She needs to talk to you before you do that. [[You have much to discuss.|Mother]]]

(colour: red + white)[Fight your brothers. >] (if: $haste is 3)[You leap to your feet and enter the fray, taking on both of your brothers at once. You charge at the larger one, swinging both your arms at his face. You connect with a glancing blow. He is startled and knocked off-balance. This gives your smaller brother the chance to pounce on him. They tumble to the ground and you join forces for a while in keeping your larger brother pinned to the ground while your smaller brother shakes the life out of his throat. When you are sure he is dead there is a brief detente but you and your smaller brother both know that victory can not be shared. He is sat on your departed brother's chest. He has suffered some mauling from lashing hands. He looks at you and lets a sad sound loose from his chest. The truce is broken by another brother crawling in from the next chamber. You must quickly decide what to do. [[Leave your ally here to fight the newcomer. Climb the central spire.|008]] [[Attack the newcomer.|Centralfight2]] (set: $haste to it - 1) (set: $brothers to it -1)](elseif: $haste is 2)[You scramble off the ground into a charge towards your brother. He has enough time to react and floors you with one spring-loaded jab. You land heavily on your back and you only have enough time to know you are winded when the blows come raining down on you. You stay awake long enough to feel your face breaking into pieces. You suffocate on your own vomit. You never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center>(if: $haste is 3)[YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[YOU MADE GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[YOU WERE TOO LATE] YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU FOUND YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</center> [[Be born again.|002]]](elseif: $haste is 1 or < 1)[You are facing a ghastly sight - the bodies of two brothers lie on the ground and the brother that is the victor of these battles is repeatedly throwing the remains of your stillborn brother against the walls. You can not stand this abhorrence. You approach him carefully from behind and slam him into the ground. He doesn't have time to defend himself before you drop upon his ribcage with your knees. The wind is blown out of his sick body. You hit at his face with your fist as he rakes at your sides with his claws. Until you find yourself knocked bodily on to the floor. You look up to see that a brother from your birth chamber has chosen this moment to face you. He must have crawled in during the fracas. You lunge up in a tackle but before you are able to grapple him to the ground you feel heavy hands on your shoulders. You are yanked back and thrown through the air. You land on your side, stunned. Yet another brother has dug through the wall. You have been too slow. Your brothers have had time to become battle-hardened and numerous. You find that you can no longer move your legs. You watch helplessly the two newcomers pound each other to meat. You lose track of which one wins but his victory is short-lived. In slow motion you see a brother descend from the central spire, a brother clad in fine hair and the confidence of a man. He has the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. He uses it to rain quarrels from above down on the survivors. They die the instant the bolt shears through their body. You are last. <center>(if: $haste is 3)[YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[YOU MADE GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[YOU WERE TOO LATE] YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU FOUND YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</center> [[Be born again.|002]]]

(colour: red + white)[Enter the chamber above. >] (if: $haste is 3)[You pull yourself up from the passage your brother has made and find yourself inside a chamber that is impossibly vast. You can scarcely see the near-infrared pulse of the walls that contain this room. There is another central spire, one that looks more difficult to climb than the one that brought you here. There is no sign of any brothers. You feel anxiety swell in your breast. This room is surely significant but you don't want your brother to beat you to the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, a prize beyond measure. You hear the rising tone of a screen homing in on your mind. The images start to come. A thousand circle the periphery of your awareness. There is knowledge here. [[Ignore the screens. Climb the spire.|010 noculture]] [[Watch the images and learn the knowledge.|Culture]]](elseif: $haste is 2)[You pull yourself up from the passage your brother has made and find yourself inside a chamber that is impossibly vast. You can scarcely see the near-infrared pulse of the walls that contain this room. There is another central spire, one that looks more difficult to climb than the one that brought you here. There is no sign of any brothers. You feel anxiety swell in your breast. This room is surely significant but you don't want your brother to beat you to the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, a prize beyond measure. You hear the rising tone of a screen homing in on your mind. The images start to come. A thousand circle the periphery of your awareness. There is knowledge here. [[Ignore the screens. Climb the spire.|010 noculture]] [[Watch the images and learn the knowledge.|Culture]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[You pull yourself up from the passage your brother has made and find yourself inside a chamber that is impossibly vast. You can scarcely see the near-infrared pulse of the walls that contain this room. There is another central spire, one that looks more difficult to climb than the one that brought you here. There is no sign of any brothers. You feel anxiety swell in your breast. This room is surely significant but you don't want your brother to beat you to the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, a prize beyond measure. You hear the rising tone of a screen homing in on your mind. The images start to come. A thousand circle the periphery of your awareness. There is knowledge here. [[Ignore the screens. Climb the spire.|010 noculture]] [[Watch the images and learn the knowledge.|Culture]]](elseif: $haste is < 1)[You pull yourself up from the passage your brother has made and find yourself inside a chamber that is impossibly vast. You can scarcely see the near-infrared pulse of the walls that contain this room. What you do see is your brother descending the room's central spire. Your heart sinks when you see that he has the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. He is surely coming to kill you. It is a steep and difficult climb down and your brother hasn't seen you yet. You could try and ambush him. You haven't forgotten the brother on his way up either. You hear the rising tone of a screen homing in on your mind. The images start to come. A thousand circle the periphery of your awareness. There is knowledge here. [[Ignore the screens. Climb the spire and face your brother.|010 noculture]] [[Watch the images and learn the knowledge.|Culture]]]

(colour: red + white)[Climb the spire and face your brother. >] (if: $haste is 2)[You move towards the spire with purpose. You see it so differently now. This chamber is a cavity within the flesh of WRRYRH'S fruit. This is one fruit of many that are incubating young Wookiees. When you have your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER you will meet your real brothers, not these pale larvae that stand in your way. The pillar was carved by your mother as she burrowed in to the fruit. It was made to eliminate the unworthy. You climb it with ease. The memory of its creation flashes through your mind as you ascend. Soon you reach the roof of the chamber and stand under the entrance of a tunnel that was dug by you mother when she first entered the fruit. The first hints of daylight are seeping in through the walls. You enter the tunnel and can hear your brother just ahead of you, crawling upwards towards the light. You stay quiet and keep a steady pace. He knows everything you now know. He will be a difficult opponent and he has the lead. [[Follow your brother to the surface of the fruit.|011]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[You move towards the spire with purpose. You see it so differently now. This chamber is a cavity within the flesh of WRRYRH'S fruit. This is one fruit of many that are incubating young Wookiees. When you have your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER you will meet your real brothers, not these pale larvae that stand in your way. The pillar was carved by your mother as she burrowed in to the fruit. It was made to eliminate the unworthy. You climb it steadily though your joints are beginning to ache. The memory of its creation flashes through your mind as you ascend. Soon you reach the roof of the chamber and under a tunnel that was dug by you mother when she first entered the fruit. The first hints of daylight are seeping in through the walls. You enter the tunnel. Your brother has left tracks in the walls and the floor. You are not sure exactly how fresh they are. At the base of your gut you feel hope fall away. Though your body hurts you climb up towards daylight. [[Follow your brother to the surface of the fruit.|011]]](elseif: $haste is < 1)[You move towards the spire with purpose. You see it so differently now. This chamber is a cavity within the flesh of WRRYRH'S fruit. This is one fruit of many that are incubating young Wookiees. When you have your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER you will meet your real brothers, not these pale larvae that stand in your way. The pillar was carved by your mother as she burrowed in to the fruit. It was made to eliminate the unworthy. As you mount the spire you peer up into the gloom where it meets the ceiling of this chamber. You see a shape moving down it. That shape must be your brother. You duck out of sight. He will have met WRRYRH and he has the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. He will have the signature bandolier, slung across his left shoulder. His pelt will be fine and his teeth fearsome. He will be, for all intents and purposes, CHEWBACCA. You must stop him. You are CHEWBACCA. You wait for him to get in range of your grasp. After some time a brother crawls out of the tunnel below. You watch as the machinery in the room interfaces with his mind. From the outside it looks like he is going through something dreadful though you know the process will put him on the same level as you and your descending brother. You hope that he is confused enough to make a sound. He does. A low moan as he spins his head across the room, trying to make sense of the panorama being projected into his optic nerves. The sound alerts your brother above to his presence. You make your move and climb the back side of the spire. There is a purposeful path to the spire and it is not the one you are taking. But while your brother above is taking aim you can swing yourself on to surer footing. The shot rings out. You have a second, maybe two, to leap up the spire and bat the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER from your brother's hands. You are in luck. Your brother is taking aim for a second shot to finish off your brother below when you reach him. As the second quarrel flies through the air you grab the conducting rod in one hand, the bandolier in the other, and you pull them both in opposite directions. Your brother is spilled over the side of the spire. The bandolier is left dangling in your hand. The import of the moment pulses through you from palm to palm. Dry-mouthed, you fasten your signature bandolier over your shoulder and rest the stock of your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER in the crook of your elbow. You are CHEWBACCA now. None could say otherwise. You make a CHEWBACCA NOISE and you are answered by WRRYRH thundering in your mind. <h5>MY CLEVER ONE</h5> <h5>KILL THEM ALL CHEWBACCA</h5> <h5>LEAVE THE BODIES WHERE THEY FALL</h5> <h5>THEY WILL ROT AT MY FEET</h5> At last you know what it feels like to be alive. You climb down off the spire. Your brothers are waiting on the floor below. [[Kill every one of your brothers.|KILL]]]

(colour: red + white)[Watch the images and learn the knowledge. >](set: $culture to 1) (if: $haste is 3)[Though you are close to finding your brother you know that he must have seen and heard what appeared on the screen for him in this room. You won't be able to face him on equal ground until you do the same. You let the tone focus in on your mind. It is a more intense tone than you've felt before and it cuts deeper. Once it has drilled through your eyes you see the room transformed. The room is now bright and brilliant. The entire wall in front of you presents one flowing image in crystal clarity. The sounds come in fast - you half-recognise voices but can't at first understand what they are saying. You realise in a flash that the images are matching up to the sounds. You are being taught the words for things, and the context in which they belong. You see a tree, a leaf, a vine, then a forest, then a continent, then the world. The world. Kashyyyk. A ball, like a fruit but gigantic. In a flash you are shown what must be its history. You see the seas form then see half of their volume melt into a thick band of cloud. You see the native life creep its way out of the cracks and onto the land, turning into a million kinds of creature. The names of plants and animals tumble through your memory and slot into place. Then you see a sight that burrows through your heart - the trees. There are thousands of kinds of trees in the forest but the Wroshyr stands above them all. Without the Wroshyr there would be no Wookiee. In the wake of this revelation the images and sounds become jumbled and confusing. You see people - they look just like you will when you are whole - scurrying about doing all kinds of things you cannot comprehend. You see slaughter, journeys, then massive, shining rectangular blocks rise from the ground. You see the trees and the forests cut back, feel the years inside of them crash to the floor. This causes you pain and you miss much of what comes after. The sky is opaque and infinite, the stars rush past… you feel dizzy. But then the trees return and you feel pleased before one final rush of faces and places and feelings hits you all at once. The images stop abruptly. You are faint, breathing heavily and your ears are ringing but you are unharmed and you sense that not much time has passed. You feel the images slotting in to place in the back of your mind. There is a lot you don’t understand yet but you know where you are and what you have to do. You were born, as all Wookiees are, inside the fruit of a Wroshyr tree. A name reverberates through your head: WRRYRH. WRRYRH the Provider. You are inside part of WRRYRH now. You are part of WRRYRH and you are part of your mother but you are still incomplete. WRRYRH is preparing your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER in the branches above. You must leave the fruit and bond with it. Then you must return and complete your sisters, who sleep beneath your feet. But there is only one WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and your brother will take it soon. Stop him. Each fruit only produces one male Wookiee. This fruit produces CHEWBACCA. [[Climb the spire and follow your brother.|010]] (set: $haste to it - 1)](elseif: $haste is 2)[Your brother is above you somewhere and you know that he must have seen and heard what appeared on the screen for him in this room. You won't be able to face him on equal ground until you do the same. You let the tone focus in on your mind. It is a more intense tone than you've felt before and it cuts deeper. Once it has drilled through your eyes you see the room transformed. The room is now bright and brilliant. The entire wall in front of you presents one flowing image in crystal clarity. The sounds come in fast - you half-recognise voices but can't at first understand what they are saying. You realise in a flash that the images are matching up to the sounds. You are being taught the words for things, and the context in which they belong. You see a tree, a leaf, a vine, then a forest, then a continent, then the world. The world. Kashyyyk. A ball, like a fruit but gigantic. In a flash you are shown what must be its history. You see the seas form then see half of their volume melt into a thick band of cloud. You see the native life creep its way out of the cracks and onto the land, turning into a million kinds of creature. The names of plants and animals tumble through your memory and slot into place. Then you see a sight that burrows through your heart - the trees. There are thousands of kinds of trees in the forest but the Wroshyr stands above them all. Without the Wroshyr there would be no Wookiee. Without the Wookiee there would be no you. In the wake of this revelation the images and sounds become jumbled and confusing. You see people - they look just like you will when you are whole - scurrying about doing all kinds of things you cannot comprehend. You see slaughter, journeys, then massive, shining rectangular blocks rise from the ground. You see the trees and the forests cut back, feel the years inside of them crash to the floor. This causes you pain and you miss much of what comes after. The sky is opaque and infinite, the stars rush past… you feel dizzy. But then the trees return and you feel pleased before one final rush of faces and places and feelings hits you all at once. The images stop abruptly. You are faint, breathing heavily and your ears are ringing but you are unharmed and you sense that not much time has passed. You feel the images slotting in to place in the back of your mind. There is a lot you don’t understand yet but you know where you are and what you have to do. You were born, as all Wookiees are, inside the fruit of a Wroshyr tree. A name reverberates through your head: WRRYRH. WRRYRH the Provider. You are inside part of WRRYRH now. You are part of WRRYRH and you are part of your mother but you are still incomplete. WRRYRH is preparing your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER in the branches above. You must leave the fruit and bond with it. Then you must return and complete your sisters, who sleep beneath your feet. But there is only one WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and your brother will take it soon. Stop him. Each fruit only produces one male Wookiee. This fruit produces CHEWBACCA. [[Climb the spire and follow your brother.|010]](set: $haste to it - 1)](elseif: $haste is 1)[Your brother is above you somewhere and you know that he must have seen and heard what appeared on the screen for him in this room. You won't be able to face him on equal ground until you do the same. You let the tone focus in on your mind. It is a more intense tone than you've felt before and it cuts deeper. Once it has drilled through your eyes you see the room transformed. The room is now bright and brilliant. One entire wall in front of you presents one flowing image in crystal clarity. The sounds come in fast - you half-recognise voices but can't at first understand what they are saying. You realise in a flash that the images are matching up to the sounds. You are being taught the words for things, and the context in which they belong. You see a tree, a leaf, a vine, then a forest, then a continent, then the world. The world. Kashyyyk. A ball, like a fruit but gigantic. In a flash you are shown what must be its history. You see the seas form then see half of their volume melt into a thick band of cloud. You see the native life creep its way out of the cracks and onto the land, turning into a million kinds of plants and animals. Their names tumble through your memory and slot into place. Then you see a sight that burrows through your heart - the trees. There are thousands of kinds of trees in the forest but the Wroshyr stands above them all. Without the Wroshyr there would be no Wookiee. In the wake of this revelation the images and sounds become jumbled and confusing. You see people - they look just like you will when you are whole - scurrying about doing all kinds of things you cannot comprehend. You see slaughter, journeys, then massive, shining rectangular blocks rise from the ground. You see the trees and the forests cut back, feel the years inside of them crash to the floor. This causes you pain and you miss much of what comes after. The sky is opaque and infinite, the stars rush past… you feel dizzy. But then the trees return and you feel pleased before one final rush of faces and places and feelings hits you all at once. The images stop abruptly. You are faint, breathing heavily and your ears are ringing but you are unharmed and you sense that not much time has passed. You feel the images slotting in to place in the back of your mind. There is a lot you don’t understand yet but you know where you are and what you have to do. You were born, as all Wookiees are, inside the fruit of a Wroshyr tree. A name reverberates through your head: WRRYRH. WRRYRH the Provider. You are inside part of WRRYRH now. You are part of WRRYRH and you are part of your mother but you are still incomplete. WRRYRH is preparing your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER in the branches above. You must leave the fruit and bond with it. Then you must return and complete your sisters, who sleep beneath your feet. But there is only one WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and you know that your brother now has it. Each fruit only produces one male Wookiee. This fruit produces CHEWBACCA. You must be CHEWBACCA. [[Climb the spire and follow your brother.|010]](set: $haste to it - 1)](elseif: $haste is < 1)[You hurry over to the base of the spire to hide from your brother as he climbs down. You know that he must have seen and heard what appeared on the screen for him in this room. You won't be able to face him on equal ground until you do the same. You let the tone focus in on your mind. It is a more intense tone than you've felt before and it cuts deeper. Once it has drilled through your eyes you see the room transformed. The room is now bright and brilliant. One entire wall in front of you presents one flowing image in crystal clarity. The sounds come in fast - you half-recognise voices but can't at first understand what they are saying. But then the screen splits into several fragments. Most of the fragments are showing old things, big things, important things from the world outside. But a few tiny fragments, little glimmers that flit around the edges of your perception, they show something happening inside here. Inside this very chamber. You try and focus on the fragments as they dance around. They are showing that your brother is making good progress down the spire and that he has the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. All at once you know that the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER was assembled for him by WRRYRH the Provider. WRRYRH is the being you were born inside. Your mother visited a fruit of WRRYRH and injected you into a seed as an embryo. This has been the way that every Wookiee has been born, for Wroshyr and Wookiee are one. Your brother has not seen you but he will kill you without a thought. Only one male may leave the fruit. The history of your world plays out before your eyes over every surface you see. Agrarian societies are founded in the Wroshyr canopy as you see another brother enter the room from below. A partnership of Wookiee and Wroshyr tree learns the secret energy stored in atomic nuclei as you remember too late that your other brother was following behind you. Your brother spots you and runs towards you. His face distorts as the tone hits him and you see the first expedition to Wasskah, which the Wroshyr had warned against, play out over his face. There is a deafening report from your brother's WOOKIEE BOWCASTER above. In the time it takes for your other brother to fall, you hear a dozen voices explain the firing mechanism, proper maintenance and symbiotic interations of a WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You take your chance. You jump on the spire and hoist yourself up. If you can just get behind your brother before the economic impact of first contact with the Trandoshans can be fully explored... But you are too distracted. You hesitate, lose your footing and fall back to the ground. You are lost for a moment in the tragic period where a colony of off-world Wookiees separated their reproduction from the Wroshyr trees and the spiritual crisis this initiated when your brother fires his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER again. It is a glancing blow to the side of your head. You find yourself staring up at the distant ceiling, seeing the time when machine minds merged with flesh and lignin, as the Wookiee and Wroshyr augment themselves towards a deeper, more intimate... The next shot from the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER cuts off your thoughts. Your mind, unmoored from the real-time processes of your body, now exists only within the cellulose matrix throughout the trunk of WRRYRH. The frozen pattern that is you, frozen in time, is analysed. The experiences of your short life are deemed useless and are erased without hesitation. You never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE A SECOND TOO LATE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD AND WERE UNWORTHY](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU INHERITED PART OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- BUT YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]]

(colour: red + white)[Follow your brother to the surface of the fruit. >] (if: $haste is 2)[You pull yourself up out of the tunnel. A wall of light and sound hits you as you meet the sun, the air and the Wroshyr forest for the first time. You are blinded and deafened but you are not afraid. This is your home and you have a place in it. A cool breeze passes over you. You shield your eyes as best as you can with your hand and advance on the dark shape cast by your brother. He is standing motionless some distance away. As you stride towards him your eyes adjust enough to see that he is looking up. WRRYRH'S branches are descending upon him. You pause and squint at the branches. They are moving very rapidly, coming apart and joining again, assembling the most sacred of all things: your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You must stop your brother from stealing it. [[Push your brother aside.|012]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[You pull yourself up out of the tunnel. A wall of light and sound hits you as you meet the sun, the air and the Wroshyr forest for the first time. You are blinded and deafened but you are not afraid. This is your home and you have a place in it. A cool breeze passes over you. You shield your eyes as best as you can with your hand and advance on the dark shape cast by your brother. He is standing motionless some distance away. As you stride towards him your eyes adjust enough to see that he is looking up. WRRYRH'S branches are descending upon him. You pause and squint at the branches. They are holding your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, lowering it gently into your brother's hands. You race blindly towards him. You know in your heart what has happened. Your brother has seized your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You must kill him immediately here under WRRYRH'S canopy and take it for yourself. [[Push your brother aside.|012]]] (elseif: $haste is < 1)[Should be on kill floor]

(colour: red + white)[Push your brother aside. >] (if: $haste is 2)[You step up to your brother and with all your strength you push him to the ground. He was transfixed by the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER assembling in front of his eyes and did not hear you coming. He falls on to the smooth and curved surface of the Wroshyr fruit, slips and disappears over the edge. You take his place, transfixed, as the branches of WRRYRH the Provider knit together your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You know WRRYRH well and have visited him many times in many bodies. Gratefully you raise your arms to receive the gift you are always given. You feel a rising tone as WRRYRH opens up a channel to your mind. <h5>CHEWBACCA IS MY FAVOURITE SON</h5> <h5>YOU ARE CHEWBACCA</h5> <h5>MY BEAUTIFUL BOY</h5> It is me. WRRYRH is pleased with your mind and the information that has been transferred safely inside of it. The WOOKIEE BOWCASTER lands gently in your hands. Your signature bandolier coils around your left shoulder. Complete at last, you find that the light is not so bright and the noise of the forest is not so overpowering. You feel a deep calm within you, nestled inside an incredible fury. <h5>EXTERMINATE THEM ALL CHEWBACCA</h5> <h5>NONE OF THEM GET TO BE CHEWBACCA</h5> <h5>LEAVE THE BODIES WHERE THEY FALL</h5> <h5>THEY WILL ROT AT MY FEET</h5> At last you know what it feels like to be alive. You leave the shade of WRRYRH the Provider and descend into the fruit in which you were born. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER thrums with rage. [[Kill every one of your brothers.|KILL]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[You charge at your brother. He is fully armed and fully mature. His coat is sleek. His eyes are keen. His WOOKIEE BOWCASTER is charged and ready. But that is not the only difference between you and him. He ran straight towards the surface and the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You had to fight your way here. He is untested in battle. You dive forwards before he fires off his first shot. You feel the heat of plasma across your back as you pull your weight through the balls of your palms and catapault yourself forward with the strength of your legs. Your body is a missle and it hits him in the stomach. You tackle him to the smooth ground. The second shot goes over your shoulder, scaulding your ear. His arms are busy operating the weapon so the opportunity is there to reach his face. Your teeth find good purchase on his nose and he thrashes in panic. Another shot arcs pointlessly into the air. You grab the burning shaft of the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, plant a foot on your brother's chest and lever it out of his hands. He tries to grab your ankle but you are ready for that and crunch your heel into the bloody stub of his nose. He rolls up on to his feet as you step away. He may be the most nimble of your batch. To your surprise he breaks out in a run. WRRYRH gave your mind the knowledge of how to operate the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER in the chamber below but your muscles have not yet had their practice. You load and ready the weapon, pausing to scoop up the bandolier your brother dropped. You sling it over your left shoulder. Your brother may have been counting on this extra time but the window is still open to take a shot. The bolt catches up to him as quickly as if he were standing next to you. It melts through his thigh and he tumbles over the edge of the fruit. It will be a very long fall to the forest floor. You feel a rising tone as WRRYRH opens up a channel to your mind. <h5>CHEWBACCA IS MY FAVOURITE SON</h5> <h5>YOU ARE CHEWBACCA NOW</h5> <h5>MY BEAUTIFUL BOY</h5> It is me. WRRYRH is pleased with your performance and the information that has been transferred safely inside of your mind. With the blessing of WHRRYRH the Provider, you find that the light is not so bright and the noise of the forest is not so overpowering. You feel a deep calm within you, nestled inside an incredible fury. <h5>EXTERMINATE THEM ALL CHEWBACCA</h5> <h5>NONE OF THEM GET TO BE CHEWBACCA</h5> <h5>LEAVE THE BODIES WHERE THEY FALL</h5> <h5>THEY WILL ROT AT MY FEET</h5> At last you know what it feels like to be alive. You leave the shade of WRRYRH and descend into the fruit in which you were born. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER thrums with rage. [[Kill every one of your brothers.|KILL]]]

(colour: red + white)[Ignore the screens. Climb the spire. >] (if: $haste is 3)[You shake your head and scream and ignore the screens and their shrill, irritating calls. You throw yourself at the pillar and climb. You keep your eyes on the handholds directly in front of you. It is hard going and several times you nearly slip but as you move past the screens you can concentrate more clearly on the world beyond your hands and feet. As the electric fuzz ebbs away you are astonished to see that your brother is just ahead of you. He is pulling himself up into a tunnel in the roof of the chamber. You can't help but give out a call of joy, your very first, which alerts him. You bound over to the tunnel's entrance and climb into it yourself. He remains just out of reach but you frequently catch a glimpse of his leg or foot moving around the bends of the passage. You can see he is tiring but he redoubles his effort and climbs towards... Towards a dazzling light. [[Follow your brother up to the light.|011 noculture]]](elseif: $haste is 2)[You shake your head and scream and ignore the screens and their shrill, irritating calls. You throw yourself at the pillar and climb. You keep your eyes on the handholds directly in front of you. It is hard going and several times you nearly slip but as you move past the screens you can concentrate more clearly on the world beyond your hands and feet. As the electric fuzz ebbs away you are able to see more clearly. You have reached the top of the chamber. In the roof is a tunnel. You can also hear your brother just ahead of you, crawling up through the tunnel. You stay quiet and find a hidden reserve of strength. Though your joints ache and your body hurts you climb up towards... Towards a dazzling light. [[Follow your brother up to the light.|011 noculture]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[You shake your head and scream and ignore the screens and their shrill, irritating calls. You throw yourself at the pillar and climb. You keep your eyes on the handholds directly in front of you. It is hard going and several times you nearly slip but as you move past the screens you can concentrate more clearly on the world beyond your hands and feet. As the electric fuzz ebbs away you are able to see more clearly. You have reached the top of the chamber and you see a hole in the roof that leads to a tunnel heading upwards. Your brother has passed this way though you are not sure when. At the base of your gut you feel hope fall away. Though your joints ache and your body hurts you climb up towards... Towards a dazzling light. [[Follow your brother up to the light.|011 noculture]]](elseif: $haste is < 1)[(set: $culture to 1)You shake your head and scream and ignore the screens and their shrill, irritating calls. Your brother is in the room and you must face him! You move to get to the opposite face of the pillar so that you can ambush him but the screens keep drilling at your mind, trying to fill you with their information. You snarl in frustration and your brother is alerted to your presence. He lets off a quarrel from his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and you find yourself on the ground. Your right foot has gone numb. You grasp at it and find a mangled mess in its place. The last part of your concentration slips away and you surrender to the images. An instant balloons out to an eternity as you take in the history of your world, your culture, and the relationship between your people and the trees. You see yourself being oviposited as an embryo into the seed pod of an enormous fruit. But an eternal moment is not enough time to distance you from your brother. You are aware of him raising his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and you are told that the sacred weapons are made by the trees and allow the males of your species to breed and then... The world disappears. You found out a little about how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER but you weren't CHEWBACCA this time. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE A SECOND TOO LATE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD AND WERE UNWORTHY](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU INHERITED PART OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- BUT YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]]

(colour: red + white)[Follow your brother up to the light. >] (if: $haste is 3)[Your brother disappears into the light. Despite your unease you follow hot on his heels. You pull yourself up out of the tunnel. A wall of light and sound hits you. A strange feeling of coolness moves over your body. You are blinded and deafened but you are not afraid. You shield your eyes as best as you can with your hand and advance on the dark shape cast by your brother. He is standing motionless some distance away. As you stride towards him your eyes adjust enough to see that he is looking up. Forked shapes are descending upon him. Branches from above. You pause and squint at the them. They are moving very rapidly, oscillating in patterns that are difficult to interpret although sometimes they occlude each other in a way that makes your heart leap... You are nearly upon your brother when you are hit with the realisation. The branches are forming the most sacred of things: your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You must stop your brother from stealing it. [[Push your brother aside.|012 noculture]]](elseif: $haste is 2)[You pull yourself up out of the tunnel and are hit by a wall of light and sound. A strange feeling of coolness moves over your body. You are blinded and deafened but you are not afraid. You stagger forward and shield your eyes as best as you can with your hand and advance on the dark shape cast by your brother. He is standing motionless some distance away. As you stride towards him your eyes adjust enough to see that he is looking up. Forked shapes are descending upon him. Branches from above You pause and squint at the them. They are moving very rapidly, oscillating in patterns that are difficult to interpret although sometimes they occlude each other in a way that makes your heart leap... You are nearly upon your brother when you are hit with the realisation. The branches have formed the most sacred of things: your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. It is lowering slowly into his outstretched hands. You must stop your brother from stealing it. [[Push your brother aside.|012 noculture]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[You pull yourself up out of the tunnel and are hit by a wall of light and sound. A strange feeling of coolness moves over your body. You are blinded and deafened but you are not afraid. You stagger forward and shield your eyes as best as you can with your hand and advance on the dark shape cast by your brother. He is standing motionless some distance away with his arms raised As you stride towards him your eyes adjust enough to see that he is looking up. You pause and squint to get a better look. Above your brother's head a thousand thin branches are lowering something into his hands. You race blindly towards him. You know in your heart what has happened. Your brother has seized your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You must kill him immediately and claim it. [[Push your brother aside.|012 noculture]]](elseif: $haste is < 1)[You pull yourself up out of the tunnel and are hit by a wall of light and sound. You raise a hand to shield your vulnerable eyes from the assault but suddenly find you are staring into darkness. You are knocked back into the tunnel and fall squarely on your rump. There is an ear-splittling shriek and your lap erupts in a spurt of dark blood. Confused, you pat at your stomach and find a wet tangle of limp rope. You look up and see that the darkness is the shape of your brother. He has your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and has used it to fatally wounded you. He look down at you through a mask of pure contempt. You don't hear the shot that splits your skull and you never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE A SECOND TOO LATE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD AND WERE UNWORTHY](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU INHERITED PART OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- BUT YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]]

(colour: red + white)[Push your brother aside. >] (if: $haste is 3)[You step up to your brother and with all your strength you push him to the ground. He was transfixed by the jumble of parts and subassemblies in the branches that are turning into the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and did not hear you coming. He falls on to the smooth and curved surface, slips and disappears into the glare. You take his place. Above you is a net of branches that tighten and conform and exchange amongst themselves the components of the machine that will make you whole. A rising tone builds in your head. You shield your eyes against the glare and raise your arms to receive your birthright. The tone is coming from branches that hold the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. Something is searching you. It wants to know if you are worthy. You tell it that you are worthy. You deserve this. The branches lift above and away from you. You jump to reach them but they are lost in the glare. Panic climbs up your stomach and you let out an anguished CHEWBACCA NOISE. That gives your location away to your brother. You don't see the quarrel hit you at supersonic speed or really register that you have fallen to the floor. The next thing you see is your brother stand over you, a thin shape against the light, with your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER pointed at you. The branches gave it to him. He fires. Surely this is not how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE A SECOND TOO LATE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD AND WERE UNWORTHY](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU INHERITED PART OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- BUT YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Click here to get the real story.|002]]](elseif: $haste is 2)[You step up to your brother and with all your strength you push him to the ground. The WOOKIEE BOWCASTER falls from his hands. He lands on the smooth and curved surface, slips and disappears into the glare. You greedily scoop up the weapon. You stroke it and you let out a CHEWBACCA NOISE of triumph. A rising tone builds in your head. The tone is coming from branches above, the branches that assembled the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. Something is searching you. It wants to know if you are worthy. You tell it that you are worthy. You deserve this. There is a pause. Then the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER crumbles in your hands. You watch dumbfounded as its beautiful form turns into a useless scattering of black parts around your feet. You CHEWBACCA NOISE again, in sorrow this time. That gives your location away to your brother. The branches have again descended upon him, whirring and busy. You don't see the quarrel hit you at supersonic speed or really register that you have fallen to the floor. The next thing you see is your brother stand over you, a thin shape against the light, with your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER, renewed, pointed at you. The branches gave it back to him. He fires. Surely this is not how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center>(if: $haste is 3)[YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE FALLING BEHIND](elseif: $haste is > 1)[YOU WERE TOO LATE] YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU FOUND YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD AND WERE UNWORTHY](elseif: $culture is 1)[YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE] </center> [[Click here to get the real story.|002]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[(set: $brothers to it - 1)You charge at your brother but he has the confidence and speed of an adult Wookiee in his prime. You are still just a boy. He fires his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and a quarrel rips through your midsection. Sizzling parts of your intestines are scattered behind you. You are unconcerned. You close the distance and grab the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER with both hands. There is a thunderclap and your right hand disappears but you have the strength of righteousness in your left. You wrench the bowcaster free from your brother's disbelieving hands. You have no idea of how to fire the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER but it makes a good enough cudgel. You swing the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER back towards your brother's head in an arc and its muzzle finds his temple. He doubles over in pain, an eyeball flopping uselessly against his cheek. His bow towards you is an invitation. You accept it by driving the butt of the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER into the space between his skull and his spine. In the same instant your brother drops, the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER comes apart. It fragments into a thousand vibrating pieces. Your brother slumps face first to the ground before you. You moan the most pyrrhic CHEWBACCA NOISE imaginable. Through your anguish you feel a tone rising. This is not the gentle, searching tone you encountered twice before. This is a violent seizure of your mind. In a flash you are somewhere else. You are tiny and the voice that speaks is the size of the world. <h5>YOU ARE NOT MY BEAUTIFUL BOY</h5> <h5>YOU WILL NEVER BE CHEWBACCA</h5> <h5>THIS FRUIT IS BARREN</h5> <h5>THERE MUST BE ABSCISSION</h5> You are snapped back to your body. The pain has reached you. You shrink to your knees and lay over your brother, painting him in your blood. Above the general din of the world there is a crunching, a tearing, coming from the mottled ceiling. Then your pain is replaced by a wonderful sensation of flight. You feel like you are digging through the walls again, perfectly suspended. You and your brother float a few inches above the floor and the brightness around you rushes upwards. You are falling. Your brother is falling. The ground beneath you is falling. Inside the chambers below, your surviving brothers and the bodies of the dead are falling, weightless. You are already dead by the time everything hits the forest floor. The nutrients in your body are recycled back into the system. You never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE CLOSE TO CATCHING UP](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE A SECOND TOO LATE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD AND WERE UNWORTHY](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU INHERITED PART OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- BUT YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Click here to get the real story.|002]]]

[[Go|010 noculture]] (set: $brothers to 12) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $haste to 1) (set: $dig to 0)

(colour: red + white)[Dig down further. >] You scrape down into the soft floor of the chamber. You develop a tense, nervous headache but decide to push through it. You have a sense of what is below you. You know it is vast and important. You dig for the best part of an hour. You encounter no chambers and no other tunnels. You realise that when you find something you will be the first one to see it. A gradual light starts to seep in through the walls. As you dig deeper the light grows brighter. Just when it feels as though the light will swallow you up the ground buckles beneath you. Your leg slips straight through the floor and the light blinks in, blinding you as you look down. It supports you for a second or more before it gives way and you fall into the light. There is an assault on your senses. Blinded, scoured by the wind, deafened by the cacophony, you fall and fall and fall. All around you are the streaks painted by the trunks of trees. Above you is the diminishing orb where you and your brothers were born. Somewhere inside, your sisters sleep. Somewhere inside, your mother dies. Your body is liquified by the eventual impact on the floor of the forest. You have delivered its nutrients to the soil to nourish the roots of the Wroshyr Network and its symbiotes. A week later the fruit abcises and falls on your remains. Its flesh and that of your fallen brothers joins yours in decomposition. Its bulk is briefly a habitat for a horde of opportunistic floor-dwellers before it melts in to the soil. You don't find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE MAKING GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]

(if: $mother is 0 and $culture is 0)[(colour: red + white)[Examine the large corpse. >] [You crouch down to sniff at the corpse. It looks like one of your sisters, but nearly twice the size. You have trouble focusing on its large, prominent cheeks and strong, sloped nose because the sight of its face repels you. It has no trouble looking at you. Its brown half-moon eyes lock on to yours. This is no corpse. She throws out an arm and grasps your wrist. Before your panic can bloom she flaps her mouth open and a strange, strangling noises comes out of her. You scream but this just makes her grip your wrist even harder. You struggle to move away but she tugs you back. A pressure in your solar plexus rises and you cry out for help. All of a sudden she releases her hand from your wrist. She looks at you. Her heavy brow is furrowed. She makes a few disappointed noises and then lets her head drop to the ground again. Her eyes do not close. She watches you. You can not bear the weight of her gaze. [[Climb up the passage and return to the chamber above.|007]]] (set: $mother to 1)](elseif: $mother is 0 and $culture is 1)[(colour: red + white)[You have much to discuss. >] Never letting your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER dip you move closer to your mother. It is her mind and her knowledge that has entered yours. You look down at her and remember choosing that spot to lay down, exhausted, happy, finished. She moves her long arm up towards you and brushes you on the cheek. She was waiting. She speaks to you and even though you have never heard language before you understand her words. Not all of them fit at first but you can feel them sliding into place around the images and sounds you were taught. She speaks softly and at length. You start to make sense of what you know already. Not only are you CHEWBACCA, holder of the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and victorious over your unworthy brothers, but you are also part of a culture and civilisation that is ancient and forever. Your people, the Wookiee, grew from the Wroshyr forests to rule the canopy. They then turned Kashyyyk into a shining world. They learned that their world was but one of a million worlds. They were visited by travelers from the other worlds and they wanted to be travelers too. They learned the secrets of Hyperdrives and left Kashyyyk and the Wroshyr trees behind. While the trees wept for their loss, the Wookiee created thousands of years of Galactic history. Then, wiser, they returned to their shining cities and begged for the trees' forgiveness. They dismantled their cities and devices, etched thinking networks into strands of cellulose and poured information into sap. They shared everything with the Wroshyr and they were more than they ever were before. They lived again as their ancestors had but with the wisdom of the stars to think over until the end of time. Your mother was born in a Wroshyr fruit and her brothers fought each other to gain a WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and signature bandolier from the tree just as you have. After slaying your uncles your inherited the thoughts and mind of your grandmother. He used his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER to complete your mother and she left her seed pod fully alive along with her two sisters. She left her tree and found the fruit of WRRYRH. She dug inside and gave WRRYRH her thoughts and her offspring before coming to rest here. You are your mother's shadow. Your sisters are your mother's new bodies. You must impregnate your sisters, complete this turn of the cycle of Wookiee and Wroshyr. You know that the only way to impregnate your sisters is to use your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER on them as they sleep. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER gives the gift of birth as well as death. Then you must leave the fruit forever to carry on your mother's work. All of her life she has sought the answer to a question. This was the work of her mother's life as well. And the work of her mother's, and so on, stretching back to the days of the first Wookiees that could think such thoughts. The question you must either solve or pass on, CHEWBACCA, is this: <h3>Is life immoral?</h3> These are you mother's final words to you before she at last falls asleep. The nutrients in her body will feed WRRYRH and all the children who will be born from WRRYRH's seeds. But you and your sisters must leave this place. [[Use your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER to impregnate your sisters.|IMPREGNATE]]](set: $mother to 1)](elseif: $mother is 1 and $culture is 1)[(colour: red + white)[You have much to discuss. >] You crouch down and look at your mother's face. A flash of images from the chamber upstairs hits you and all of a sudden you know that the images came from your mother's memories. She dug inside the fruit of this Wroshyr tree, whose name is WRRYRH. She injected your brothers and sisters as embryoes into its seeds, which it freely gave. She, in return, gave WRRYRH her mind and the knowledge it contained. You look down at her and remember choosing that spot to lay down, exhausted, happy, finished. She moves her long arm up towards you and brushes you on the cheek. She speaks to you again and this time you start to understand her words. Not all of them fit at first but you can feel them sliding into place around the images and sounds you were taught in the chamber upstairs. She speaks softly and at length. You start to make sense of what you know already. Not only are you CHEWBACCA, holder of the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and victorious over your unworthy brothers, but you are also part of a culture and civilisation that is ancient and forever. Your people are the WOOKIEE and they grew from the Wroshyr forests to rule the canopy, then they turned Kashyyyk into a shining world. They learned that their world was but one of a million worlds. They were visited by travelers from the other worlds and they wanted to be travelers too. They learned the secrets of Hyperdrives and left Kashyyyk and the Wroshyr trees behind. While the trees wept for their loss, the Wookiee created thousands of years of Galactic history. Then, wiser, they returned to their shining cities and begged for the trees' forgiveness. They dismantled their cities and devices, etched thinking networks into strands of cellulose and poured information into sap. They shared everything with the Wroshyr and they were more than they ever were before. They lived again as their ancestors had but with the wisdom of the stars to think over until the end of time. Your mother was born in a Wroshyr fruit and her brothers fought each other to gain a WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and signature bandolier from the tree just as you have. After slaying your uncles your inherited the thoughts and mind of your grandmother. He used his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER to complete your mother and she left her seed pod fully alive along with her two sisters. She left her tree and found the fruit of WRRYRH. She dug inside and gave WRRYRH her thoughts and her offspring before coming to rest here. You are your mother's shadow. Your sisters are your mother's new bodies. You must impregnate your sisters, complete this turn of the cycle of Wookiee and Wroshyr. You know that the only way to impregnate your sisters is to use your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER on them as they sleep. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER gives the gift of birth as well as death. Then you must leave the fruit forever to carry on your mother's work. All of her life she has sought the answer to a question. This was the work of her mother's life as well. And the work of her mother's, and so on, stretching back to the days of the first Wookiees that could think such thoughts. The question you must either solve or pass on, CHEWBACCA, is this: <h3>Is life immoral?</h3> These are you mother's final words to you before she at last falls asleep. The nutrients in her body will feed WRRYRH and all the children who will be born from WRRYRH'S seeds. But you and your sisters must leave this place. [[Use your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER to impregnate your sisters.|IMPREGNATE]]]

(colour: blue)[Go and brush your teeth. >] You place the gun on the toilet cistern and sit on the side of the bath. You haven't bought any toothpaste so your brush your teeth with water. A thin memory comes to the surface. Earlier in the day the doorbell was ringing. That was probably the postman. Your family have probably sent you presents. Then you recall that the new 'STAR WARS' film is two and a half hours long. You spit out blood so stop brushing your teeth. [[Put gun in mouth.|BAB]] [[Go downstairs and check your post.|POST]] [[Go back to bed and go to sleep.|BED]]

(set: $success to (random: 1, 2)) (if: $success is 1)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You experimentally place the gun on top of your tongue. It tastes cold and oily. You close your lips around it and puff out your cheeks. You know full well that at this angle a bullet would just tear through the soft tissue at the back of your throat. You'd want to hit the brain. You reposition the barrel so that it points properly upwards towards the roof of your mouth and you bob your head from side to side in a little mock display of success. You wonder if your brother ever does this. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|FAIL]] [[Go and brush your teeth.|AAB]]] (elseif: $success is 2)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You experimentally place the gun on top of your tongue. It tastes cold and oily. You close your lips around it and puff out your cheeks. You know full well that at this angle a bullet would just tear through the soft tissue at the back of your throat. You'd want to hit the brain. You reposition the barrel so that it points properly upwards towards the roof of your mouth and you bob your head from side to side in a little mock display of success. You wonder if your brother ever does this. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|002]] [[Go and brush your teeth.|AAB]]]

(set: $success to (random: 1, 2)) (if: $success is 1)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You put the gun in your mouth but move too quickly and knock the front of the recoil spring against a bottom incisor. You are worried you might have chipped your tooth so remove the gun and tongue around your lips and bloody gums for any pieces. You don't find any and allow a moment to be amused at how worried you just were. You put the gun back in your mouth, more carefully this time. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|FAIL]] [[Go downstairs and check your post.|POST]] [[Go back to bed and go to sleep.|BED]]] (elseif: $success is 2)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You put the gun in your mouth but move too quickly and knock the front of the recoil spring against a bottom incisor. You are worried you might have chipped your tooth so remove the gun and tongue around your lips and bloody gums for any pieces. You don't find any and allow a moment to be amused at how worried you just were. You put the gun back in your mouth, more carefully this time. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|002]] [[Go downstairs and check your post.|POST]] [[Go back to bed and go to sleep.|BED]]]

(colour: blue)[Go downstairs and check your post. >] You tuck the gun in the waistband of your trousers. You don't want the neighbours to know you have it. You unlock your door, go out into the landing, head down the two flights of narrow stairs past the other apartments, kick through the junk mail in the hallway and see if the postman left anything for you or just a delivery notice. Turns out you're in luck. One of your neighbours must have answered the door. They've put your post in a neat pile on the floor near the fusebox. There is the usual dull material, a card that must be from your mother and a neat little package that looks like it's from your sister. [[Put gun in mouth.|BAC]] [[Take post back to your room.|PRESENTS]]

(colour: blue)[Go back to bed and go to sleep. >] You feel that you've had enough of the day already and go back to bed. You're thirsty and you need the toilet but you are determined to get back to sleep. You turn off your phone so your brother can't bother you any more. He knows that you didn't want to see 'STAR WARS.' He'll get more out of it if you're not there anyway. He loves things so unreservedly and you couldn't possibly keep up. You don't see the film and you never find out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. [[Click here to find out.|Intro]]

(set: $success to (random: 1, 2)) (if: $success is 1)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You whip the gun out of your waistband and touch the muzzle to your uvula. You nearly choke. You move your lips over the barrel, making little pup-pup noises. You hope a neighbour doesn't catch you like this. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|FAIL]] [[Take post back to your room.|PRESENTS]]] (elseif: $success is 2)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You whip the gun out of your waistband and touch the muzzle to your uvula. You nearly choke. You move your lips over the barrel, making little pup-pup noises. You hope a neighbour doesn't catch you like this. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|002]] [[Take post back to your room.|PRESENTS]]]

(colour: blue)[Take post back to your room. >] You trudge back up the flights of stairs back to your bedsit and toss the card and the package on the bed. You take the gun out of your waistband and put it back on the bedside table next to your phone. Your brother has texted you about 'STAR WARS.' The sun has faded and it is getting dark. You turn the lights on, draw the thin curtain and open your post. The envelope contains a card from your mother. <center><img src="https://i.imgur.com/hCq3PIC.jpg" border="3"></center> 'For a much-loved dog.' That's your funny mum. She hasn't written a message inside but has put something on the front. <center><img src="https://i.imgur.com/2zH4OTm.jpg" border="3"></center> You should really go and visit her soon. It has been a while. You put the card on your bedside table. You ignore the brown envelopes and messages from charities. There is still the package. Probably a Christmas present. [[Put gun in mouth.|BAD]] [[Open the package.|PRESENTS2]]

(colour: blue)[Open the package. >] You unwrap the package with expedience. It is a present from your sister. It is a DVD of the 1991 film 'Regarding Henry.' There is a short note apologising for not being able to find it on Blu-Ray. It hasn't been released on Blu-Ray. <center><img src="https://i.imgur.com/VKQKOWo.jpg" border="3"></center> You carefully file the 'Regarding Henry' DVD with the identical copy you already have on your Harrison Ford shelf. It is your only shelf. [[Put gun in mouth.|BAE]] [[Get ready for the film.|READY]] [[Go back to bed.|BED]]

(set: $success to (random: 1, 2)) (if: $success is 1)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] Weary of looking at the little green tree, you decide to see what it would be like to put the gun in your mouth. Your mum wouldn't miss you too much. They've all seen the writing on the wall. You sit on the side of your bed and put the muzzle behind your teeth. You let your breath condense on the sides of the barrel. A text buzzes through on your phone. It will be from your brother. It will be him saying that he is leaving work to come and pick you up. He thinks you aren't going to see 'STAR WARS' with him. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|FAIL]] [[Get ready to go to the film.|READY]]] (elseif: $success is 2)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] Weary of looking at the little green tree, you decide to see what it would be like to put the gun in your mouth. Your mum wouldn't miss you too much. They've all seen the writing on the wall. You sit on the side of your bed and put the muzzle behind your teeth. You let your breath condense on the sides of the barrel. A text buzzes through on your phone. It will be from your brother. It will be him saying that he is leaving work to come and pick you up. He thinks you aren't going to see 'STAR WARS' with him. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|002]] [[Get ready to go to the film.|READY]]]

(colour: blue)[Get ready for the film. >] You leave the gun on the bed and you drag yourself into the shower. The water doesn't quite get up to a comfortable heat. You dry yourself as quickly as possible and dress while you're still damp. You stand in your room and look out the window through the gap in the curtain. There's an opaque darkness outside. You are ready to go out and see the new 'Star Wars' film. Your brother will be here soon. [[Put gun in mouth.|BAF]] [[Go with your brother to watch the new 'STAR WARS.'|FILM]]

(set: $success to (random: 1, 2)) (if: $success is 1)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You sit on the bed and you slip the gun into your mouth without too much thought. You are, after all, thinking of 'Regarding Henry.' Harrison Ford survives a shot in the brain. Instead of being a lawyer he learns how to walk and talk again. You wouldn't risk that happening to you if a bullet were to enter your brain. You would aim straight for the medulla oblongata. You arrange the gun in your mouth to demonstrate an angle of gunshot you could not possibly survive and a thin column of drool runs from your mouth to the floor. 'Regarding Henry' was written by J.J. Abhrams, which is a fact you know but can't believe. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|FAIL]] [[Get ready to go to the film.|READY]]] (elseif: $success is 2)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] You sit on the bed and you slip the gun into your mouth without too much thought. You are, after all, thinking of 'Regarding Henry.' Harrison Ford survives a shot in the brain. Instead of being a lawyer he learns how to walk and talk again. You wouldn't risk that happening to you if a bullet were to enter your brain. You would aim straight for the medulla oblongata. You arrange the gun in your mouth to demonstrate an angle of gunshot you could not possibly survive and a thin column of drool runs from your mouth to the floor. 'Regarding Henry' was written by J.J. Abhrams, which is a fact you know but can't believe. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|002]] [[Get ready to go to the film.|READY]]]

(set: $success to (random: 1, 2)) (if: $success is 1)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] The gun is weighing heavily down on the bed. You pick it up and slowly, inevitably, let it enter your mouth and sit against the base of your skull. You are standing, staring at the window. There is nothing in particular to see on this side or outside the window. You think you can hear your brother's car. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|FAIL]] [[Go with your brother to see the new 'STAR WARS.'|FILM]]] (elseif: $success is 2)[(colour: blue)[Put gun in mouth. >] The gun is weighing heavily down on the bed. You pick it up and slowly, inevitably, let it enter your mouth and sit against the base of your skull. You are standing, staring at the window. There is nothing in particular to see on this side or outside the window. You think you can hear your brother's car. [[Cock the gun and pull the trigger.|002]] [[Go with your brother to see the new 'STAR WARS.'|READY]]]

(colour: blue)[Go with your brother to watch the new 'STAR WARS.' >] Your phone rings and your brother tells you he is outside. You go downstairs and the cold and noise of the world outside scrapes against your face. Your brother throws the passenger door open and you're pleased to get in the warm. He is very excited and talks to you about what might happen in the new 'Star Wars' film and whether Harrison Ford might appear in a cameo. There's a desperate edge to his voice and face that you don't see very often. He keeps telling you how glad he his to be seeing 'STAR WARS' with you. [[Go and watch 'STAR WARS' at your local cinema.|WATCH]]

(colour: red + white)[Use your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER to impregnate your sisters.] You push the remains of your mother away from the pods with your foot. You fix your eyes on your sisters gestating in their pods. You have all the time in the world. Looking at your sisters makes you as agitated as looking at your brothers. The heat of battle churns within you. You find it incredible that they can sleep here while you have worked so hard in the chambers above. Your incredulity boils in your neck. Your jaw aches from gritting your teeth so hard. And with the anger comes the other urge. It comes from within your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. It seems to grow larger and turgid in your arms. WRRYRH'S sensors extrude from the walls to capture the moment in the highest possible definition. You don't even need to pull the trigger. The love builds to a fever pitch. The WOOKIEE BOWCASTER fires three times. Three quarrels embed themselves in your sisters' abdomens. Your tongue is lolling out your mouth. You are panting and your hands are shaking. WRRYRH is quiet, respectful. Your mother's dead eyes are fixed upon you. [[You have to leave.|FINALE 1]]

<center>(if: $haste is 3)[YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[YOU WERE MAKING GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[YOU WERE TOO LATE] YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU FOUND YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</center>

(colour: red + white)[Attack the newcomer. >](set $brothers to it - 1) You feel that you owe your smaller brother a respite. You jump at the brother who has emerged from the wall and knock him into the soft material. It crumples beneath him. You kick at his chest, caving his ribs into his lungs. Before you are sure that he has stopped breathing you are pulled backwards by your neck. Your smaller brother has seized his chance. You shift your weight from side to side and to the front to dislodge him but his grip is firm and his fingers are cruel. You break one of his wrists and then the other and finally his hands come free but it is too late. The rings that keep your throat open have collapsed. Your larynx is lodged in your windpipe. In pain and rage you jump on your brother but this is no valiant final charge. You stumble dizzily over your own feet and choke on your own throat. You don't have the strength to lift yourself from the ground. You can only wriggle on the spot. The last thing you see is your brother escape up the spire as your awareness blotches over and you realise that you never found out how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU WERE MAKING GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU WERE CUTTING IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[- YOU WERE TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT (print: $brothers) OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[YOU MET YOUR SISTERS] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU KNEW THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE]</h3></center> [[Be born again.|002]]

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(set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 2) (set: $dig to 0) (set: $culture to 1) (set: $mother to 1) [[Go.|Mother]]

(set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 2) (set: $dig to 0) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|007]]

(set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 1) (set: $dig to 0) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|007]]

(set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 0) (set: $dig to 0) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|007]]

[[Go|012]] (set: $brothers to 12) (set: $culture to 1) (set: $haste to 3)

(colour: red + white)[Kill every one of your brothers. >] (if: $haste is 2)[WRRYRH whispers encouragement and praise to you as you proceed down the tunnel. You climb down into the large chamber, the theatre, where WRRYRH transmits the past. You descend the spire. It is easier to descend than it was to ascend. Far below you you see your brothers gathering. Their minds are filling up with secrets. Some try to fight each other despite this. Their movements are erratic and jerky under the pressure of knowledge they are receiving. The first to notice you lets out a scream. A shared instinct halts the fights. Your brothers scatter. Some hide, some mount the spire and climb towards you. Some fall while doing so. Those who do not are your first targets. You aim carefully. A brother is in your sights. He is a weak and pathetic worm, squirming in the light of a star he will never comprehend. Your pity is furious but you want to savour the first shot you make with the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You want to drink in every adjustment of the tension, every electron humming between the polarisers. Your anger bubbles into a spasm in your chest that flicks your finger across the trigger. The moment is perfect. A violent release of plasma surges through the air between you and your brother. In that instant there is no distance. You are as close as lovers. The quarrel penetrates his neck and lodges deep within his chest, cooking his innards. Through the telescopic sight you catch an arterial burst of scalding blood and steam. You see his head sag impossibly far past his shoulder and he falls from the spire. You make a CHEWBACCA NOISE. The others cower. You sight each one and realise how foolish and naive to think your first shot was somehow special. Every brother you fell is more delicious and sensational than the last. You take your time stepping down from the spire. You are extravagantly aware of the two survivors hiding behind its base. You call out to them. This is the first time you have used the spoken language of the Wookiee and you know that by now they can understand you. You remind them of their worthlessness, tell them how the sight of them is disgusting, how their ambition is hollow and their only function is to be composted in the roots of WRRYRH. They attempt a coordinated ambush. You pierce the heart of the first and he is dead before he hits the floor. The second gets close enough to be within arm's reach. You are so much taller and stronger than this child. Using the smallest portion of your might you cuff him across the face, knocking him from his feet and spinning him around the axis of his spine. At this range you can see the power of the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You fire at his gut, hoping to prolong his agony, and delight at the colours and textures this produces across his body. The audacity of his pain and sorrow inflates your anger and your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER vibrates glee along the span of your breast. With breathless joy you find that the weapon can make its own decisions about when to fire. It makes a perfect shot to your brother's forehead, opening him up like a flower releasing the sweetest of perfumes. You hear WRRYRH singing in your mind. The song is about how there are more of your brothers in the central birthing chamber below. The thought of them crawling around down there makes you so angry you involuntarily bark. The singing in your mind gets louder. [[Descend to the central chamber.|Central Kill]](set: $brothers to 3)](elseif: $haste is 1)[WRRYRH whispers encouragement and praise to you as you proceed down the tunnel. Your ear smarts and the lash down your back glows but you will tend to your injuries later. You climb down into the large chamber, the theatre, where WRRYRH transmits the past. You descend the spire. As you do, your brothers ascend. Their minds are filled with the knowledge of Kashyyyk and their vision is clear. Every person in the room knows that the holder of the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER will not hesitate for one second before gunning down his surplus brothers. You do not. You aim carefully. A brother is in your sights. He is moving from handhold to handhold, coming for you. He is a weak and pathetic worm, squirming in light of a star he can never comprehend. But there is no time to savour your pity and your rage. Your first one will have to be quick. You pull the trigger before he reaches you and suddenly in a burst of light you are linked as one. Your bolt enters him completely. You feel the sweet perfume of his last breath hit your face. His left flank turns inside out for you and he is left spent in a sodden heap that topples languorously to the floor far below. You make a CHEWBACCA NOISE. The others cower. You sight each one and realise how foolish and naive to think your first shot was a special thing to be saved. Every brother you fell is more delicious and sensational than the last. They fall like the first tentative drops of a summer rain from the spire. You call out to the ones below, the ones too stupid and sluggish to have even attempted the futile climb. This is the first time you have used the spoken language of the Wookiee and you know that by now they can understand you. You remind them of their worthlessness, tell them how the sight of them is disgusting, how their ambition is hollow and their only function is to be composted in the roots of WRRYRH. The children try to mob you. You laugh and launch quarrel after quarrel into the baying crowd. There is a beautiful emotional curve described in each brother - being engorged with anger when you look at them, the turgid release of the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and the heavy peace that follows when their body thrashes itself to rest. That curve undulates relentlessly like the waves of the ocean as you turn from brother to brother, firing, firing, firing. Weighed down with sweat and buoyed by euphoria, you reload your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER with the quarrels from your signature bandolier. The last stragglers from other chambers burst through the walls to grab at you but their hands find only empty air. You catch the wrist of one and pull him on to the floor. You have grown so much in size and bulk that you can cave in his ribs just by stepping on his back. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER bucks in appreciation when you hear the cracks. Another tries to intimidate you with idiot noise but you recite the Four True and Holy Precepts of Korrokrrayyo to counter him. Each Precept makes you progressively furious upon completing the fourth your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER fires of its own volition. Half of your brother's face is thrown across the room and you feel a deep and lasting love between you both as he staggers, bewildered, in a circle, vomiting down himself. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER throbs with spent glee. You hear WRRYRH singing in your mind. The song is about how there are more of your brothers in the central birthing chamber below. The thought of them crawling around down there makes you so angry you involuntarily bark. The singing in your mind gets louder. [[Descend to the central chamber.|Central Kill]](set: $brothers to 2)] (elseif: $haste is < 1)[You step off the lowest rung of the spire. The WOOKIEE BOWCASTER jumps and bucks in your hands as you watch your brothers surge towards you. They are battle-hardened and they are in possession of the knowledge of Kashyyyk but they are still only crawling grubs. You think of them besting you as bested your brother on the spire and the ridiculousness of that makes you laugh out loud. Your laughter at impossible things mingles with the anger you feel when you look at your brothers. You have no time to enjoy the sensation before your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER is red hot and firing. The release of a quarrel from its shaft lights up your mind. When the quarrel enters them you feel at one with them. When their spark is extinguished yours flares with brilliance. It is a sensation worth waiting a lifetime for and your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER puts you through it several times a second. The floor of the chamber is a carpet of your brother's pale bodies stretched out as if basking in gentle sunlight. There is saliva all down your front and your arms feel like rubber. Your head spins pleasantly and you search around for your nimble brother, the one who brought your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER to you. He is not a grub and the fall from the spire may not have finished him. Behind you a brother leaps out of the tunnel leading down to the central chamber. You whirl around to end him. Amazingly, your first shot is a miss. The feeling of a quarrel pounding through the air and encountering no flesh leaves a disgusting taste of rot in your mouth. Your brother grabs your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and pulls it towards him. You obligingly lean in to the pull and touch the muzzle of your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER to his chest. You aren't conscious of firing. His ribs and vertebrae are pulverised and the blood in his chest is instantly turned to vapour. You walk through the cloud he has made and emerge in a new country where everything is new and exciting again. You hear WRRYRH singing in your mind. The song is about how there are more of your brothers in the central birthing chamber below. The thought of them crawling around down there makes you so angry you involuntarily bark. The singing in your mind gets louder. [[Descend to the central chamber.|Central Kill]](set: $brothers to 2)]

(set: $brothers to 12) (set: $haste to 3) (set: $dig to 0) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|Culture]]

(set: $brothers to 12) (set: $haste to 0) (set: $dig to 0) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|Culture]]

(colour: red + white)[Descend to the central chamber. >] (if: $haste is 2)[You tamp down your anger and walk calmly down the second spire. This is the room designed to be where your brothers meet and fight, where the quick and clever can escape to learn their place in the Universe. The brutes are still down there on the killing floor. Some are even still fighting. The ground is littered with the dead and dying. You rain undeserved mercy upon the fighters. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER purrs and pumps and writhes in your hands. You stride among the bodies and find those with the temerity to still live, to force you to expend precious time and energy and quarrels on them. You shoot so many bolts at such close range that you feel pleasantly exhausted. Your legs are like jelly by the time you approach the final wretch splayed on the ground. To your shock you recognise this one. It is your uncommonly large brother who you saw taking on all comers when you were just a boy. His eyes are alive and fierce with hate. His breathing is rapid and shallow. His injuries are terrible. He fought long and he fought hard. He was never going to be CHEWBACCA. He was the fire that was lit under CHEWBACCA to drive him towards adulthood. You love him and you can't look at him without becoming apoplectic. You fire a dozen rounds into his body. You have to reload from your signature bandolier in the middle of it. All that remains are pieces and sizzling grease. You turn to leave. Some brothers try and surprise you by leaping from hiding places in the soft walls but you show them how a real man operates. The chamber is still and quiet. Your rage almost subsides and then WRRYRH speaks in a volume louder than you will ever hear with your ears. <h5>HUNT DOWN THE SURVIVORS</h5> [[Scour every room.|Hunt]]](elseif: $haste is 1)[You tamp down your anger and walk calmly down the second spire. This is the room designed to be where your brothers meet and fight, where the quick and clever can escape to learn their place in the Universe. The brutes are still down there on the killing floor. Some are even still fighting. The ground is littered with the dead and dying. You rain undeserved mercy upon the fighters. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER purrs and pumps and writhes in your hands. You stride among the bodies and find those with the temerity to still live, to force you to expend precious time and energy and quarrels on them. You shoot so many bolts at such close range that you feel pleasantly exhausted. Your legs are like jelly by the time you approach the final wretch splayed on the ground. To your shock you recognise this one. It is your uncommonly large brother who you saw taking on all comers when you were just a boy. His eyes are alive and fierce with hate. His breathing is rapid and shallow. His injuries are terrible. He fought long and he fought hard. He was never going to be CHEWBACCA. He was the fire that was lit under CHEWBACCA to drive him towards adulthood. You love him and you can't look at him without becoming apoplectic. You fire a dozen rounds into his body. You have to reload from your signature bandolier in the middle of it. All that remains are pieces and sizzling grease. You turn to leave. Some brothers try and surprise you by leaping from hiding places in the soft walls but you show them how a real man operates. The chamber is still and quiet. Your rage almost subsides and then WRRYRH speaks in a volume louder than you will ever hear with your ears. <h5>HUNT DOWN THE SURVIVORS</h5> [[Scour every room.|Hunt]]](elseif: $haste is < 1)[You tamp down your anger and walk calmly down the second spire. This is the room designed to be where your brothers meet and fight, where the quick and clever can escape to learn their place in the Universe. But its job is done now. Your brothers that could rose to meet you above. All that remain are the dead and dying. You rain undeserved mercy upon the fighters. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER purrs and pumps and writhes in your hands. You thought that would be unsatisfying but every drop of blood you spill is a treasure. Your legs are like jelly by the time you approach the final wretch splayed on the ground. To your shock you recognise this one. It is your uncommonly large brother who you saw taking on all comers when you were just a boy. His eyes are alive and fierce with hate. His breathing is rapid and shallow. His injuries are terrible. He fought long and he fought hard. He was never going to be CHEWBACCA. He was the fire that was lit under CHEWBACCA to drive him towards adulthood. You love him and you can't look at him without becoming apoplectic. You fire a dozen rounds into his body. You have to reload from your signature bandolier in the middle of it. All that remains are pieces and sizzling grease. The chamber is still and quiet. Your rage almost subsides and then WRRYRH speaks in a volume louder than you will ever hear with your ears. <h5>HUNT DOWN THE SURVIVORS</h5> [[Scour every room.|Hunt]]]

(colour: green)[You have to leave. >] You climb. This time not as a boy but as a man with a man's thoughts and a man's WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. You climb towards the fruit's surface, under the branches of WRRYRH. It will be a long journey to the nearest settlement. You will meet your true brothers fresh from their own fruits. You will never discuss with them what happened here. There will be no need to. Their experience will be yours. You reach the vast chamber where WRRYRH told you about the world and gave you your mother's mind. Your brothers lie where they fell, though WRRYRH'S mats of symbiotes have begun to cover them and take their share. They don't look real any more. You wonder if you will ever see your sisters again. They will be searching for the answer just as you will be. But your starting points will be different. One day sisters will each find a Wroshyr fruit of their own in which to lay their eggs and die. At the end of your long life you will give your findings to the Wroshyr and WRRYRH will compare them to what your mother and your sisters knew. You mount the spire and crawl through the tunnel again. It is harder to do now you are so big and your hair is so long. There is a reason for everything and that is why your mother's question is so important. The sweet air of the forest enters you and you see the sun setting through the trees. You head towards the branches. The canopy at night is full of monsters and you will enjoy slaying them all. A hand grabbing your ankle makes you think that they have come early. You look down and see your brother. You beat him to the WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and his pain is infinite. He pulls you down. You are not sure how this could be happening. In the impact your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER is shaken from your hands. On hands and knees you reach for it but your brother is ahead of you. His fingers close around the handle. [[It was not supposed to be this way.| Finale 2]]

(colour: green)[It was not supposed to be this way. >] You hear the distinctive sound of a blaster firing at the same time as you see your brother slump over. There is a smoking hole in the top of his head. "Easy there, hairball," says a voice. You look up and see the smuggler Han Solo. He was passing by on an adventure and needs a co-pilot for his famous ship, the MILLENIUM FALCON. He helps you to your feet. He looks so much like your sisters. The same dark eyes. The same grainy tan complexion. "I could use a guy like you on my adventures, Chewie." Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER lurches in its holster. Your heart races. "What do you say? Don't try any funny stuff," he smirks, looking down at your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. [[Kill Han Solo.|KillHan]] [[Befriend Han Solo.|BefriendHan]]

(colour: red + white)[Hunt down the survivors. >] You go from chamber to chamber sniffing out the cowards and the crippled. Of course very few of them try to fight. Your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER never falters and the pleasure of execution never fades, except in one specific kind of case. Some of your brothers never woke from their incubation in the seed pods. Their hearts still beat and WRRYRH tells you again and again that the noise of it is ugly and vicious. But before you fire on them and stop that beat you hesitate. Something about it seems wrong. You save one chamber for last - the chamber in which you were born. It seemed so long ago. It is empty. You are confused to find that you are relieved at this. With the fruit cleaned you find yourself drawn back to the central chamber. (if: $dig is 0)[There is a new scent in the still, humid air. You feel that you need to go down the tunnel and explore the deepest chamber.](elseif: $dig is 1)[There is a new scent in the still, humid air. It leads you towards the deepest chamber, back to your sisters.] [[Go through the tunnel and find what is below.|Dig]]

(colour: blue)[Go and watch 'STAR WARS' at your local cinema. >] The film is okay but at no point does it reveal how CHEWBACCA got his WOOKIEE BOWCASTER. [[Click here to find out.|Intro]]

<center><html.nohead tw-include><h3>IS LIFE IMMORAL? <img src="https://i.imgur.com/e0gQz9W.jpg" title="image by Tom McNally.com"/><img src="https://i.imgur.com/e0gQz9W.jpg" title="image by Tom McNally.com"/><img src="https://i.imgur.com/e0gQz9W.jpg" title="image by Tom McNally.com"/> [[Yes.|Intro]] [[No.|Intro]] [[Not sure yet.|Intro]]</h3></html.nohead tw-include>

(colour: green)[Kill Han Solo. >] You raise your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER and fire a quarrel straight through Han Solo's chest. His eyes bulge and he looks more confused than usual. He staggers off the surface of the fruit and falls many miles to the forest floor. You feel giddy. You will replay this moment in your mind for centuries and when it is encoded into the Wroshyr Network it will delight generations of future Wookiees. You feel like you have already achieved your life's work and your heart's desire. How wrong you are. You don't know it yet but you will eventually fall in with the Galactic Empire and win all the 'STAR WARS.' You will be at the forefront of every major battle across the Galaxy, your WOOKIEE BOWCASTER blazing like a bright beacon of hope. In the maelstrom of war you are at peace. You are able to devote years to the study of the question that vexed your mother. The Empire imposes its own order on the Galaxy. It brings with it a new environment in which life can grow. The official body count is never published. <h3><center>CONGRATULATIONS YOU NOW KNOW HOW CHEWBACCA FOUND HIS WOOKIEE BOWCASTER AND USED IT TO KILL HIS FRIEND HAN SOLO</h3></center> <center><img src="https://i.imgur.com/yBNzWE3.jpg" border="3" title="image by Tom McNally"></center> <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU MADE GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU CUT IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[YOU WERE ALMOST TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT NONE OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE AND WRRYRH WAS PLEASED (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU FOUND AND IMPREGNATED YOUR SISTERS SO THE CYCLE OF LIFE CONTINUES] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU LEARNED THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK HANDED DOWN FROM YOUR MOTHER] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE AND THE QUESTION YOU MUST ANSWER]</h3></center> [[Now answer the question.|QUESTION]]

(colour: green)[Befriend Han Solo. >] You fight the instinct to impregnate Han Solo. He is exactly what you need. Han is a hero but also a murderer and a criminal and though you feel total lust and rage towards him you know that he will help you. You make a CHEWBACCA NOISE to tell him that you will be his co-pilot. You will kill for him without a second thought. It is the only way you can channel your urges towards him. Together you will explore the Galaxy and you will go further and work harder than any CHEWBACCA has before, always moving towards an answer to the ultimate question. You don't know it yet but you will eventually fall in with the Rebel Alliance and win the 'STAR WARS.' Your experience fighting an oppressive evil and meeting several prominent Jedi heroes will give you a lot to think about. You both laugh and laugh and then you get into the MILLENIUM FALCON and jump to hyperspeed. <h3><center>CONGRATULATIONS YOU NOW KNOW HOW CHEWBACCA FOUND HIS WOOKIEE BOWCASTER!!!</h3></center> <center><img src="https://i.imgur.com/yBNzWE3.jpg" border="3" title="image by Tom McNally"></center> <center><h3>(if: $haste is 3)[- YOU WERE FAST](elseif: $haste is 2)[- YOU MADE GOOD TIME](elseif: $haste is 1)[- YOU CUT IT FINE](elseif: $haste is > 1)[YOU WERE ALMOST TOO LATE] - YOU LEFT NONE OF YOUR BROTHERS ALIVE AND WRRYRH WAS PLEASED (if: $dig is 0)[- YOU DID NOT FIND YOUR SISTERS](elseif: $dig is 1)[- YOU FOUND AND IMPREGNATED YOUR SISTERS SO THE CYCLE OF LIFE CONTINUES] (if: $culture is 0)[- YOU HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR WORLD](elseif: $culture is 1)[- YOU LEARNED THE KNOWLEDGE OF KASHYYYK HANDED DOWN FROM YOUR MOTHER] (if: $mother is 0)[- YOU HAD NO SENSE OF YOUR PURPOSE](elseif: $mother is 1)[- YOU KNEW YOUR PURPOSE AND THE QUESTION YOU MUST ANSWER]</h3></center> [[Now answer the question.|QUESTION]]

(set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 2) (set: $dig to 1) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|007]]

(set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 1) (set: $dig to 1) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|007]]

(set: $brothers to 34) (set: $haste to 0) (set: $dig to 1) (set: $culture to 0) (set: $mother to 0) [[Go.|007]]

AAA - move move 008 011 Mother - coding, 'She'