# Story 8759
**by mik1264**

## 1 | Start

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Welcome, adventurer! You find yourself in a vast, empty expanse - a world waiting to be shaped by your choices.

Where would you like to begin your journey? Perhaps a bustling medieval town, a futuristic space station, or a mystical forest? Or tell me what kind of universe this should be, and I'll craft your starting location accordingly.



## 2 | neo-Luddites have created a genetically modified species of squirrels that bury all electronic devices

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Fascinating! You stand at the edge of Haven's Rest, a small settlement of wooden houses and oil lamps. The neo-Luddite community here lives simply, but you notice nervous glances toward the treeline where chittering sounds echo.

A modified squirrel darts past, dragging someone's forgotten smartphone toward the forest. Where do you wish to go first?



## 3 | follow the squirell, it might unfold like an Alice story

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You chase the squirrel deeper into the woods. It leads you to an enormous oak tree with a hollow large enough to walk through. The squirrel disappears inside, chittering urgently.

As you step through the hollow, you tumble down a spiraling root-tunnel lined with buried phones, tablets, and blinking devices creating an eerie electronic graveyard.

You land softly on a pile of discarded circuit boards. Where are you?



## 4 | find that out

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You stand and look around. This appears to be a vast underground cavern carved by roots and filled with the squirrels' electronic hoard. Towers of smartphones spiral upward, and cables snake across the ceiling like vines.

A massive squirrel, twice normal size with silver-streaked fur, sits on a throne made of laptops. It speaks in a chittering voice: "*Welcome, surface dweller. You've found the Digital Graveyard.*"

Other modified squirrels scurry about, organizing their technological treasures. The air hums with residual electricity.