Hell Froze Over (One Year Anniversary Pasta!)

Author's Note
After a year of joining the SOG nation, I decided that I needed something to celebrate. So here it is. This is one of the most ambitious pastas I have ever wrote. Ever read those choose your own adventure books as a kid? Well, this is what I'm going for. A pasta with choices. This is a pretty large project, so this is obviously a WIP. Check back from time to time, though. I will be frequently update this page with advances in the story.

Backstory
Severe and sparratic climate changes have caused major flooding in the polar icecaps, causing major flooding and fluctuating rain throughout the world. The heat died down and during the wintertime, everything had froze. The temperature dove down almost permanently into the negatives, and snow started covering the world. You left your home in florida when a coastal flooding alert was broadcasted. You were supposed to pick up family members and head towards the inner part of the country, away from the coasts.

You never made it to your family members. The temperature was starting to slightly drop when you left on the plane, and nearly all of East Jersey was flooded when you arrived. By the time you made it a quarter away to your relatives, The radio died. All channels were down, and you couldn't get phone service anywhere. You had no way of contacting them. But by then, you just had to survive. You decided to take a small motel room that wasn't very demanding of resources in terms of maintenence. You could keep warm air in, and by the time you had yourself established, gangs started forming. You often would hear gunfire in the night, and prayed that they wouldn't find you. Because of this, you couldn't go outside often. But then, on one particular day...

1
You wake up from your slumber to the cold and crisp summer air. You feel like taking another hour to rest, but something strikes you as off. You sit up and look around. Same 2nd story Motel 6 room. All of your supplies are still good, you have plenty of food and clean water. But there was something else. It felt colder than usual. You get up from your bed, and look at the door. It's still closed. You look out your window. The snow hasn't gotten any higher. It still just barely hangs over the railing that prevents idiots from falling off the second floor. You then look at the radiator. There's no heat coming from it. You read the thermometer, and the temperature dropped a couple degrees since the night before. Now it's at -10 degrees Fahrenheit inside your room. The generator is in the same place as before. What do you do?

If you wish to try and examine if anything is wrong with the actual radiator, Go to section 2

If you wish to try to jumpstart the generator without checking, go to section 3

2
You look through the abundance of cables to try and figure out if the generator is plugged in. You start from the cables plugged in the generator start, and work your way through, untangling and eventually finding out that the radiator is plugged in. You then examine the radiator. You don't have a vast experience with machinery, and try giving it a kick out of frustration. It doesn't work. You then take a look at the generator, and decide to investigate it.

Go to section 3

3
You take a look at the generator, and decide that nothing looks wrong with it on the outside. You pull open the casing and try to find 2 wires. You find 10. You begin fumbling about with the wires, trying to get a response when you notice that the fuel tank is empty. You have no spare fuel, and without heat, you will die in the cold. You have no other choice but to go outside and get more. You have a good supply of food and water, but you don't know how long you'd be out there. You have a heavy winter coat, thick snowpants, a hunter cap, some gloves, and a metal bat. What do you take with you?

If you want the winter gear and bat, go to section 4

If you want the winter gear and food, go to section 5

If you want to take everything, go to section 6

4
You won't be out for very long, but in a world where gangs run rampant and anarchy is firmly in place, you need the protection. It slows you down a bit, but if you ever run into a gang, you'll have a chance. You begin trekking across the barren white landscape, seeing signs poking out from the snow. Some were higher than the others. You learned from experience that higher and more important signs are tagged by gangs, and so you often try to avoid them. You have a weapon though, so you don't sidetrack trying to avoid the gang too much. You wander for a while, looking around for a store that would have what you are looking for, but to no avail. You turn around, and see that you are lost. You ventured too far out, and are now lost. You see similar looking tags around you. Upon further investigation, you see that the paint is fresh, and the gang in question is around somewhere. You tighten your grip on the bat. What do you do?

If you wish to attempt to find the gang and confront them, go to section 7

If you wish to try and find your way back home, go to section 8

5
The bat is heavy, and even if you have a weapon, you probably couldn't take a gang on, so you decide to take some corn chips and bottled water. in case of an emergency, and lay low. You head outside and begin looking out for signs that gangs have tagged as a way of showing their territory. You don't have any weapons, so you try to avoid them as much as possible. Although the landmarks are nice, you decide that safety is key. And if you do get lost, you have the food to compensate. But after wandering for a while trying to find a motor store, you do just that. Not find a motor store, but get lost. You spin around after seeing nothing of significance for a short time. There are no landmarks to be seen. You begin to panic, and start sprinting the way you came. Your foot gets caught in a patch of snow and you trip. You get up, and you have no sense of direction anymore. The only things you see are small bits of trees. What do you do?

If you wish to stick to a direction and walk until you find something of significance, go to section 9

If you wish to try to make a weapon out of a dead tree, go to section 10

If you wish to make a shelter out of a dead tree, go to section 11

6
You're in the postapocolypse. You need to be prepared. You don't have pockets, so you have to bunch everything up in your arms. You drop things as you move, and so you begin to run through the territories of gangs, knowing that you can't waste time hauling things around. But running makes the situation even worse. You decide to stuff the corn chips in your jacket, but your torso has not grown used to the temperature like your regularly exposed body has. You nearly scream from the sudden pain, and you drop your stuff. You spend time picking it up, and then you look around.

You have to find fuel, and fast. You see a sign, and you remember passing that sign before Hell froze over. It was an auto body shop. You can't tell for sure because it's covered in snow, so you run over to it and carefully put down your stuff. You try wiping some of the snow off, but it's very hard. You think of using the bat, but the noise would attract any nearby gang members. The snow stuck to the metal like a magnet, and your gloves come loose from the scraping, and your hand sticks to the snow. You wait for your body heat to thaw the snow, but instead the cold starts sapping away at your hand's heat, and you can tell you have an extreme case of frostbite. You can barely feel your hand. You have to pull it away, but it's nearly impossible to take off. You try pulling as hard as you can, and your skin ends up starting to peel off. You yell out from the pain, and it seems as if everything goes silent. You begin to hear footsteps, and sure enough, it belongs to a gang member. He walks up to you.

"This is our turf." He said. You nearly jumped at the voice. It's been so long since you've heard another human being. The gang member whistles, and sure enough, 3 others begin coming over. You don't exactly think that they're going to let you go. "Look what we found here," the same person said, as his lips formed a smile. "I have an idea." He says. He picks up a snowball and pelts you with it. The others soon join in. The snow is cold and hard, it feels like you're being hit with frozen baseballs. It hurts, and it continues for a long time. You notice they aren't hitting you in the head with them, probably to keep you concious as long as possible. After a while, they stop, and you're too weak to move. After a short time, you succumb to hypothermia and die.