You suddenly awaken, and as you try to blink away the bright light that is making your head pound, you realize that you’re staring at the sky. You spit the grit from your teeth and pull yourself to a seated position.
You’re not dressed like Ralph Macchio, but you find yourself sitting in the middle of a dusty crossroad. You check your watch like you always do when the world around you lacks stability. It’s November 1st and it’s morning. I guess that’s something.
To your right, the road degrades into a stony path that leads to the abandoned mansion of the November Beard Club. To your left, the road vanishes into fields and sunshine. Something in the air vaguely smells like hope. In front of you, way in the distance, you see a man who seems to be smiling and waiting. You can’t tell if he’s giving you the finger or throwing you the horns.
Which path do you take?
If you go to the right and explore the ancient rights of November Beard Club, turn to page 147.
If you go to the left to support Movember, turn to page 92.
If you throw your razor to the ground for that long walk toward the guy in the distance, turn to page 66.
If it seems safer just to stand still and wait for rescue, turn to page 69.