Chapter Text
The game is hosted here. This link will always take you to the most recent version:
http://www.coryphefish.com/twine-fics/gabriel-and-the-dire-duck/
I will also be posting a randomized version of the story for the sake of letting people know when updates are posted and in case anyone wants to just read some goose mayhem without having to keep clicking for it. (Randomized because I don't believe in "canon" story arcs for RPGs. Enjoy your extra helping of mayhem!)
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The being in the black coat was different.
They were not scared of you.
They did not attack you.
Also their foot-clothes were snakes.
But this did not seem to matter.
They appreciated you.
They helped you cause mayhem.
Even after you ran off with their ice cream.
Even after you chased their mate around a park bench.
One day, you swiped too many items to carry.
You had to abandon some of them.
Today, the being in the black coat is at the park again.
They've brought all your lost mischief back!
You pick up a soggy tabloid.
You immediately find a fancy being to chase.
They have many gleaming pebbles around their neck.
You honk wildly.
You brandish the soggy tabloid.
You charge.
They clutch at their pebbles.
They make anger noises.
They RUN at you.
But a clever snake foot makes them trip.
They fall on their face.
Pebbles skitter and bounce across the ground.
The noise is like music.
You honk in delight!
Another being makes anger noises.
Their dog's anger noises are louder.
They unlatch the dog rope.
The dog runs at you.
You drop the soggy tabloid.
You run.
You almost collide with the snake feet.
There is distant quakcing and a splash.
The dog has run into the pond instead.
The angry being runs after the dog.
The being in the black coat crouches down.
They appear to be addressing you.
They have no eyes.
Only two shaded mirrors.
You stare into your own face twice.
The being continues to address you.
The noises aren't angry.
The noises are kind.
And tempting even.
Instinct tells you that a great quantity of uncaused mayhem is very near.
You honk at them.
The being opens a shipping box.
Their hand invites you to climb inside.
You waddle into the box.