Choose Your Own Blog Adventure!

Welcome to this freakish experiment called:

Granite Countertop, Private Eye in Hall of Madness: A Choose Your Own Blog Adventure! The Blog Adventure Where You Decide What Happens Next!

Granite Countertop is wandering through the Hall of Madness, trying to rescue his friend. You decide where to go!

If everything goes well, then you don’t have to wait for me to write another Granite Countertop adventure – you can write your own, simply by choosing where the story goes!  I am talking mechanics here – of course not all the written material will work. Ha ha! It’s a different story every time, unless you choose the same exact options. But why would you do that? You should be like the great poet Robert Smith Plant Frost, and take the road less traveled. And now, on with the adventure!

Ten in the morning. The city. The library. Way past dawn. Not even close. Granite Countertop, Private Investigator. Detective extraordinaire. Complete silence.  All but the last were things Granite was used to. For Granite, the silence was like two plastic guys dressed in matching tuxedos atop a cake for a wedding held at Westboro Baptist Church.  He had told the librarian the night before that he was there to do research, and he was not lying. That research was on a great many things, but it was especially on sleeping soundly. If he actually compiled the research into a thesis paper, it would be entitled “Treatise On Sleep Deprivation Due To The Effects Of Alcohol, Parrots, Gunfire And Cross-Dressing: Salvation of Librarianism In Higher …” with drool and coffee stains finishing it off, because the title alone would be enough to put him out.  The bright stuff from the burning thing in the up there spot touched him deeply through the window, and he woke up.  He folded up the Murphy bed into its crevice in the Geography, Anthropology and Recreation section, carefully replacing the books on social graces and intercultural competence, and then he was off. He removed his pajamas, footed, as usual, with bunnies, put on his suit, and headed for his office, conveniently located just a few minutes away from something close to it.

What happens now? Is his office…

…in the middle of an apple orchard?
…on a deserted island?
…in the frozen food aisle of a grocery store?
…in the basement of his parent’s house?

Ain’t free will grand? Choose carefully!

Edward Hotspur