It\u2019s Your Choice<\/strong>. I used that story and in less than five minutes, most of that time spent telling Claude what I wanted, out popped an interactive \u201cgame\u201d based on my story.<\/p>\n\n\n\nI used free claude (claude.ai). I told it what I wanted. I copy and pasted in my story. Claude did its magic. Boom! Available for download was my .html file. I thought, whaaaaaaaaa? That quick? That easy? No way. But, I\u2019m going to need all sorts of stuff (including a paid claude account) to post it on my kel.zone website, right? Nope! Here it is below. All I had to do was create a block in the post of custom html and paste the whole thing in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
wow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Check it out (note: being 100% not fancy – every time you make a selection in the red box it will take you back to the top of this post and you’ll need to scroll down to read the new bit then make a choice, repeat. 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You make a choice and skip to the corresponding section. This story is one of the most challenging I've ever written. It had my head in knots.\n\nI was obsessed with being`,[[`happily married with kids when I was a little girl.`,'ALPHA'],[`a marine archaeologist.`,'LIMA']]],\nALPHA:[`I wanted a little white house with a picket fence, a dog, a cat, and a saltwater aquarium. I knew that I wanted a husband who was handsome and kind. He\u2019d take care of us, and we\u2019d be his number one priority in life like he\u2019d be mine.\n\nI also knew I would homeschool my kids. I didn\u2019t want them to grow up indoctrinated by a school system I didn\u2019t trust. My mom homeschooled me, and I could see how different we were when I socialized with other children in my neighborhood. 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That was a relief because I\u2019d been a little worried they wouldn\u2019t like him. Dad told me he would be willing to hire my fianc\u00e9 into the family business. I\u2019d been doing the books for that business on school breaks, so we\u2019d all be working together. They talked about it after Easter brunch. I was thrilled. My two favorite men in the world were connecting and planning for the future. I felt that God was on my side.\n\nOur engagement lasted two years. I didn\u2019t want to wait that long, but Mom kept encouraging me not to act quickly.\n\n\u201cMarriage is for the rest of your life. You need to be sure.\u201d She told me that every time I complained about waiting.\n\nMom was right. Waiting made all the difference because`,[[`it made our wedding all the sweeter`,'DELTA'],[`he wasn\u2019t who we thought he was.`,'ECHO']]],\nCHARLIE:[`I decided to stay home and get more involved in our church. That way, I might be more likely to find a God-fearing, decent man who believed in the same things I did.\n\nMy parents agreed, and Dad let me come work at his construction business. The job was in the office, where I constantly met new men. I think this is what my father had in mind all along. Since my work involved payroll for contractors, I met everyone my dad hired. He said many times that he didn\u2019t hire people he didn\u2019t like, so I knew they were all decent prospects straight off.\n\nMany of the guys flirted politely, and a few asked me out, but it wasn't until Darren came into the office and asked me out that I accepted. Well, in all honesty, I asked him out. Darren is kind of shy, and it may have taken him a long time to get up the nerve to ask me out. He even blushed when I asked if he wanted to see a movie together. I didn\u2019t plan it, either. It just came to me as we talked about the latest movies at the theater.\n\nFour months later, we were engaged. My parents thought that was a little fast. My Dad insisted that`,[[`I wait at least a year.`,'FOXTROT'],[`we meet his family first.`,'GOLF']]],\nDELTA:[`And not only was it sweeter because we\u2019d taken those two years to get to know each other, but we also waited and didn\u2019t have sex. Well, we didn\u2019t have intercourse. We did everything else. And that was incredible because we took the time to learn what turned each other on. It was fabulous.\n\nWe have two kids now, a cat, a dog, and a saltwater aquarium. It\u2019s like that movie, The Secret, where you make a vision board and genuinely believe in what you want, and then, lo and behold, it comes true. Of course, it's God that makes it all happen.\n\nThe love of my life considers me and the kids his highest priority in every decision he makes. And I\u2019m happy to let him make all the big decisions because that\u2019s what the man of the house is supposed to do. Of course, he asks my opinion, and I\u2019m always honest and allowed to speak freely, so whatever decision he makes has my blessing.\n\nI couldn\u2019t ask for a better life.`,[]],\nECHO:[`It was heartbreaking when I realized he had a whole separate life. He had a wife and kids two towns away. I\u2019d never have known if my dad hadn\u2019t picked up on some strange things he did. Dad hired a private detective, and that\u2019s how we learned about the other family.\n\nThe other family knew about me because it was all a big plan to embezzle from my dad. Since I did the books, it was supposed to be a pushover opportunity for obfuscation and deception. Besides breaking my heart, very little damage was done because we discovered the plot before it could play out. Thank God for my wonderful father.\n\nBut you know, they say bad things happen for good reasons. If one door closes, another opens. And a year later, I met a charming man at church. He and I married six months later. We now have five kids and a dog. Instead of a little house with a picket fence, we have a farm with horses, goats, pigs, and chickens. I\u2019m hoping we can eventually have an animal sanctuary.\n\nI couldn\u2019t be happier about how my life has turned out.`,[]],\nFOXTROT:[`Waiting a year was more challenging than we expected. Darren seemed shy, but the more I got to know him, the more I realized he wasn\u2019t shy at all. As soon as we got engaged, he started pressuring me to have sex with him even though I told him over and over again that I wanted to wait until we were married.\n\nHe tried to convince me that we could try other things, but for me, that was all sex stuff, and I didn\u2019t want any of it.\n\nAfter about six months, he was so frustrated that every time we went out, it became an argument. I started to wonder if he would be like this about other things, so I started resisting the stuff he wanted to do (like going to the movies) or his ideas about where we\u2019d live and how many kids we\u2019d have. He didn\u2019t like that one bit, and one night he hit me.\n\nWhen I got home, my dad saw the bruise and laid it out for me. He made it clear how a man who\u2019d hit me this early in the relationship would be a hundred times worse as a husband.\n\nIt broke my heart, but I ended it. After that, I was scared to get involved and feel that heartache again, so I no longer date. Maybe someday my prince will come along, but for now, I\u2019m just enjoying my family.`,[]],\nGOLF:[`Dad\u2019s condition suited me, since I was so anxious to be married. We planned to meet his family right away.\n\nI can\u2019t tell you how shocked I was when we pulled up to his parents\u2019 home. I immediately understood why he hadn\u2019t brought me over to meet his folks. They lived in the most run-down, dilapidated house I\u2019d ever seen.\n\nChickens were scratching in the front yard, and garbage bins were overflowing. Ripped plastic covered the windows, and the front door had half the screen missing. Fly traps filled with flies hung everywhere, and I was sure it was a rat I saw scurrying away from the bins. I was glad my parents weren\u2019t with us for this first visit.\n\nHe took me inside, and the place wasn\u2019t clean. My mother would never eat in a place like this.\n\nI asked him what was happening, and he told me that his family used to be wealthy, and their parents were rich. They grew up not knowing how to take care of things. I couldn\u2019t wrap my head around the idea but said nothing.\n\nThe dinner was carry-out from Kentucky Fried Chicken. His mom put it all in serving dishes, but I saw the packages in the trash when I helped clean up afterward.\n\nI explained it all to Mom and Dad when I got home. Dad asked about the parents, and I told him they were both lovely. They were intelligent and funny and treated me like I was already their daughter.\n\nThey were good to me, plus he trusted my judgment. That was enough for Dad. He\u2019s a good Christian, so he decided to meet his future in-laws for himself, and he did. It wasn\u2019t long before he worked out a way to help these folks he believed were very good people. He got to know them and assessed they needed someone to come in and clean regularly. Also, they needed jobs. He gave them both jobs. He knew I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, so he had me train my fianc\u00e9\u2019s mother so that she could take over my job. The father was great at numbers, so he put him to work estimating construction projects. Surprisingly, both were all in; there were no complaints or pushback. They wanted to improve their situation.\n\nMy husband and I are happy. Our first baby is on the way. My dad\u2019s business is doing better than ever because my father-in-law is not just good at numbers. He\u2019s a wizard with them.\n\nIt shows that you can\u2019t judge people by how they live. You need to get to know them first.`,[]],\nLIMA:[`I was so obsessed with being a marine archaeologist that when I went on the local TV station with my Brownie Troop, I told the world it was what I wanted to be. Everyone else wanted to be a dancer, nurse, or whatever, but not me. I wanted to explore the Nile River and find Cleopatra\u2019s burial barge.\n\nI never strayed far from that plan. Over the years, I gave up on the Nile and Cleopatra but not the marine archaeology work. 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My life was fine until they messed it up. What was I meant to do now? How do you just pull the rug from under someone and expect everything to go the same?\n\nDad told Mom she needed to leave. This wasn\u2019t going how he expected it to go, and it wasn\u2019t helping. He said he\u2019d handle it all on his own. She stormed out, and weeks later I heard from her again. She\u2019s always been like that, moody and demanding. Her idea of punishment was giving you the silent treatment for days or weeks in severe situations.\n\nDad called F.I.T. to find out if it was too late for me to enroll, and they said yes, but they also said I could start in the Spring. Dad promised me that if I got my grades on track at the community college, he\u2019d send me in Spring. He\u2019d come up with the money even if he had to sell his car, take out a loan, or both.\n\nI came to a complete stop with the bad behavior and got myself together. I studied, and I made straight \u201cA\u201ds. Today, I got my letter with details about attending the Florida Institute of Technology in the spring. I\u2019m so grateful for my father helping my dream come true.`,[]],\nPAPA:[`Both of my parents were shocked when I dropped out. They called an emergency family meeting. Of course, they said I was forbidden to drop out. But I\u2019d already withdrawn from all my classes. They could do nothing about it. Dad said he\u2019d call the community college and re-enroll me, but I think he knew, even as he said it, that doing so would ultimately be unsuccessful.\n\nMom started crying and wanted to know why I\u2019d do such a thing. That made me cry, too, and I told them I was lost. I didn\u2019t know what I\u2019d do now that I couldn\u2019t follow the plan I\u2019d had my whole life. She hugged me, and then Dad hugged both of us.\n\nMom suggested I go to therapy, and Dad yelled at her, saying that was her answer to everything, and obviously, it didn\u2019t work because they\u2019d gotten divorced anyway.\n\nTheir arguing made me feel even worse. The whole emergency family meeting was an emotional roller coaster with no solution found.\n\nI\u2019ve been crying in my room for a week. I have no idea what lies ahead for me, and my parents are so messed up right now because of the divorce they can\u2019t help me. I don\u2019t know what to do, but surely something good will come my way.`,[]],\nQUEBEC:[`Seeing the Atlantic Ocean for the first time is incredible for a girl who lives inland. I thought it was gorgeous as I drove over the Indian River, but when I went into Futch Memorial Park\u2014I couldn\u2019t believe it.\n\nI got out of my Tercel, walked through the dunes, plunked down on the sand, and took it all in. I must have sat there for a good hour, smelling the salt water, feeling the warm sand, and watching the waves far out at sea, where I watched ships passing and the gulls, and other sea birds. I felt my heart swell in my chest with such joy and pride. Yes, it was pride in the Earth and all its glories, especially this ocean. It sounds corny now, but the pure pleasure of being by the sea stirs something primal.\n\nI finally got myself off the sand, brushed away as much as possible, and headed back to my car. Then, I found the closest Burger King, got myself an Impossible Meal, and practically inhaled it.\n\nI didn\u2019t know what would happen this semester, but I was here and would do everything I could to be successful and follow the path I wanted for so long.`,[]],\nROMEO:[`But finding the dorm wasn\u2019t as easy as I hoped. I thought I knew where I was going, but I had to ask four different people. When I got there, a security guard harassed me and said I couldn\u2019t park in the spot I picked, and they couldn\u2019t find my registration. One hassle after another, and I was hungry, making me even grumpier.\n\nIt was nearly nine o\u2019clock before I sorted everything out, thanks to the help of the Resident Assistant. She had all my paperwork and got me oriented. I was so exhausted I fell on my bed and went out like a light.\n\nThe next day, I learned my roommate dropped out at the last minute, so chances were good I\u2019d have the whole room to myself. Then, later that day, someone moved in after all. She was loud and didn\u2019t seem to like me at all. She said she had friends already and not to expect her to be around much. That suited me just fine. I was sorry we\u2019d gotten off to a bad start, but I told myself it didn\u2019t matter anyway. I wasn\u2019t here to make friends. I was here to learn. 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It\u2019s a text-based adventure game where a space cadet named Taylor survives a crash on a desolated moon and opens a comms channel with you\u200a\u2014\u200athe player. All via text messages. Well, I loved that game. I was inspired and since then (uh, 11 years?!?) I wanted to create an interactive text based game. Inspired by all my friends who are doing creative and amazing things with AI, I wondered, \u201cCould I\u2026.\u201d Oh yes I could! In my book of short stories there is one titled, It\u2019s Your Choice. I used that story and in less than five minutes, most of that time spent telling Claude what I wanted, out popped an interactive \u201cgame\u201d based on my story. I used free claude (claude.ai). I told it what I wanted. I copy and pasted in my story. Claude did its magic. Boom! Available for download was my .html file. I thought, whaaaaaaaaa? That quick? That easy? No way. 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