text: [Themes: fantasy, fantasy, post-apocalyptic]
  
  The world feels empty. So lacking, so listless, so full of nothing but wasted potential. It feels strange to look upon such a place.
  
  A battle was fought here, once, long ago upon this barren ground. Nothing remains of it now. Even the bodies have long decomposed.
  
  The trees are twisted and dead. Burned black by the lightning which rained down from the heavens. There is nothing here anymore. It almost seems as if you are completely alone in the world. But who wants to be utterly alone? Can you live? Can you breathe? Can you survive?
  
  [Author's Note: You're drifting in limbo above the surface of a dead world decimated by decades of war. Will you regain enough hope to survive, or fall into oblivion? This is my first Storygame on here. Originally I wrote it for a different game engine before changing it and was part of a much bigger story, but I've cut it down into this. Just my first foray into Storygames. There are five endings: two bad, one neutral and two good. Kudos to you if you get Ending 4 on your first try.]
  
  > Breathe
  You cannot breathe. Your body will not obey you. Perhaps you have long forgotten how, or maybe it is no longer possible. No air to breathe anymore. The enemy used chemical gases at the end of the war, burned our humanity alive.
  
  Surely, you cannot be alive. Yet you exist, you think, you can see...
  
  ...and you can choose.
  
  > try to breathe again
  You make an effort to breathe, to suck in air. It is useless. Why should you bother? A feeling of helplessness washes over you, and then gradually recedes.
  
  At the same time, you become aware of something taking place around you. You are moving; drifting, rather, as if carried by the wind.
  
  > let yourself drift forward, hoping that you will be carried towards fresh air
  You travel slowly, and time has no meaning. You can hardly move your body at all, or what passes for your body at this point. Your limbs feel numb, but there is a certain freedom which envelops your mind.
  
  There is no change in the surrounding climate. Everything repeats, from the landscape before you to the lack of air or life upon the surface of the world.
  
  Nothing is going to change.
  
  > wait for the current to pull you forward
  The current brings you forward across the surface of the earth, and you feel the wind suddenly pick up and strike you. You are propelled towards the ground with alarming speed. The rocks rise up towards you, sharp and cracked with decades of erosion.
  
  You feel your heart race in your chest. It's an unfamiliar sensation.
  
  > try to dodge the rocks as you fall
  You try with all your might to steer yourself away from the jagged rocks waiting below, but you can barely move your body at all. It feels like you are trying to move through tar. The wind is strong and rebuffs any movement you make, sending you back towards the rocks. Only precious seconds remain before you will crash into them.
  
  Faster and faster. You can see them so clearly now. Every little detail, every little piece of them, all clustered together like a makeshift sculpture.
  
  > Your body smashes into the rocks
  The first thing that strikes you, curiously enough, is the sensation of everything coming to an abrupt stop. No more movement. No more drifting, endlessly, through an abundance of dead space.
  
  After that, you hit the rocks hard enough for them to tear through your flesh and transform your body into a bloody mess across the surface of the earth.
  
  Or so you would have thought.
  
  There is pain, certainly. It washes across you in waves of unrelenting agony until you can barely see straight at all, but it doesn't seem to last very long – or rather, it doesn't seem to matter so much. Looking back on it, the real scare might have been if everything really did come to an end. The pain doesn't matter, until it makes you pass out. Pain is what warns you of the danger, after all.
  
  What you didn't expect was for your body to pass through the rocks relatively unharmed, as if you were nothing more than a ghost.
  
  No blood. No wounds. No broken bones.
  
  Just lots and lots of pain.
  
  > The wind has finally stopped
  After what seems like an eternity, the pain has lessened to the point that you feel brave enough to lift yourself off the ground. Now that the wind has gone, you no longer feel that the energy has been sapped from your body. In fact, you seem to be gathering more and more strength with every passing moment. It is an exhilarating experience, to finally be able to stand upon your feet again.
  
  You take a moment to bask in your new-found freedom, flexing your limbs until they start to feel like a part of you again. The air is stale and dusty here, and your chest heaves as you struggle to breathe it in –
  
  Breathe.
  
  You can breathe again.
  
  Here, upon the surface of the dead and blackened earth, there is sufficient air for you to breathe. You didn't think that was possible. At the same time, you instinctively feel that you do not necessarily need to breathe to stay alive. It's difficult to explain. Either way, it brings great comfort to your heart.
  
  The barren earth stretches far and wide before you. A dead planet, bereft of life. You don't know what's but there for you. Maybe there's nothing at all. But one thing is for sure: you have regained hope, and you burn with life. The future is yours to make.
  
  Ending 2: Hope for The Future
  
  You survived the fall to the surface in the most painful way possible. Your future is left uncertain.
  
  Would you like to try again?