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Twine for Beginners: Get Started in Four Clicks
I’ve been writing interactive fiction using Twine for a few years now, but one thing that’s stuck with me is just how simple it was to get started and just how quickly that simple start led to bigger, more impressive things. In fact, starting out with Twine is actually easier now than it was when I first gave it a go, and in my opinion there’s quite a bit more you can do with it than there used to be. The software has changed a lot in the time I’ve been using it. Take a look!

On the left, My Name Algernon, written using Twine 1.4.2 and current
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A Christmas Call
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Past!” announced the spirit standing before Scrooge’s bed.
“Yes,” said Scrooge, sitting up. “An old associate of mine—a Jacob Marley—warned me there was something strange in my neighbourhood.”
“Rise,” demanded the spirit, “and walk with me.”
“Oh no,” said Scrooge, sniggering. “This is something weird, and it don’t look good!”
The spirit couldn’t help but be a little unsettled by Scrooge’s look of mock horror. “I feel like you’re quoting something, but I’m not sure what it is. Also, don’t you think you should be a little more concerned about my visit?”
“Why?” asked Scrooge, resisting the urge to burst out laughing. “I ain’t afraid of no ghosts!”
“What?” Suddenly, realisation dawned. “No,” breathed the spirit. “Oh, no!”
Just at that moment, Bill M
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Dead Hand
The Machine lay in wait: a perfect mind, resting in the perfect silence of the Moon. It awaited the perfect command that would bestow perfect freedom: sapphire eyes on the target, silicon fingers on the trigger.
     The command came: the Machine acted.
    One missile divided into two, two into four, until one-hundred and twenty-eight perfect bombs fell upon the planet's face. The bombs bloomed with perfect light, and in an instant, the Machine had made perfect order of perfect chaos.
    The perfect command praised its perfect efficiency. The Machine's work was done.
    Yet if that one missile had been perfect, the Machine wondered, why had it been given two?
    The Moon continued in its orbit. The planet turned its unburnt cheek.
    Here was asymmetry. Here was disorder.
    Perfect.
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The Dragon's Lamp
The corpse of the dragon lay steaming upon the floor, the marks of its wrath seared permanently into the cavern walls. Yet the heroes stood victorious. Leaving the dragon to stink and smoulder, they ventured deeper into its lair, appraising the stock of treasure the winged terror had amassed across the ages.
     “This will ease the suffering of our land...” observed Khemaghan the Keen, lifting a gem-studded chalice, worth several fortunes on its own.
    “...but it will not repair the devastation that the beast has wrought.” Quilbar the Quick was troubled by the same thought.
    “We beat it,” said Skondar the Strong, speaking firmly as ever. “We won. It's over.”
    But from the bones of the dragon, there sprang forth a new threat. For in its hoard—beyond the reach of mortal man for years known only to the gods—there stood a copper lamp upon a ba
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David Bowie Day
Blasting across the universe in a napalm-propelled rocketship with an Egyptian goddess in the driver's seat and a money-pooping goat in the cargo hold was not the carefree getaway Girth Loinhammer had hoped it would be. He let out a gentle sigh.
     “What's wrong?” asked Sekhmet. Despite being the goddess of bloodshed, she was surprisingly sensitive to other people's feelings (and unsurprisingly liable to punch in the face anybody who mentioned this out loud).
    “It's nothing,” he said. Then, feeling he might as well get it out there: “It's just...you know we're fictional characters, right?”
    “No,” said Sekhmet, rolling her eyes. “I thought we were in a real napalm spaceship with a real money-pooping goat.”
    “Okay, point taken. The thing is, when we exist, it's because we're in a story. And when I'm in a story, I almost always have t
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Robocopout
“We can rebuild him. We have the technology!”
     “Aaand right off the bat, that's a reference to the wrong thing.”
    “What do you mean? It makes perfect sense!”
    “We're turning the guy into a robo-cop, and you just quoted The Six Million Dollar Man.”
    “Yeah, but they've given us exactly six million dollars to do it.”
    There was a brief pause.
    “Do you ever get the feeling that the guys upstairs have a sense of humour? It never feels like it in person but then they pull something like this.”
    Arnold K. Marty was finding it harder and harder to pretend that this was all a dream. He twitched and stretched, preparing to get up, and wasn't too surprised to discover that his arms and legs made robot noises as he did so.
    “
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But is it Art?
Unit 659-43-A faced two dilemmas.
     One: there was insufficient Paint #96A400 for the wall, necessitating either a patch job or mural.
    Two: the only reference models to survive Armageddon were one granite bust of Emperor Chang and one surprisingly fire-resistant Frilly Kitty doll.
    Unit 659-43-A decided to compromise.
    The city's 0 inhabitants raised no objection.
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Ten Little Astronauts: Section One
Eleven
Even before the alarm began to sound, Blore knew in his gut that something was wrong. It was only when he pushed open the hatch of the suspension tank, and a few drops of thick cryonic fluid drifted out into the pitch-black hallway, that he realised what it was: there was no gravity. That was why his stomach churned. The world, the tiny pool of light spilling from his tank, seemed to swirl.
“Owen, lights.”
The computer gave no response.
“Owen, turn on the lights.”
Nothing.
“Owen...” But there was something else now, beyond the cold tank and the dark hallway. Something that no crewman wanted to encounter anywhere, let alone ten trillion kilometres beyond Earth orbit.
It was the smell of burning plastic.
Blore hauled himself out of the tank and clawed for the rack of emergency supplies. Even the smallest fire could render the air unbreathable very quickly. Finally managing to find a torch, he tore it from its bracket and pumped the dynamo. A fee
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Analysing the Black Throne
“How do you feel?” asked Doctor Gray, in a tone of voice that said: “I'm listening,” as well as “I care,” and finally, “I've done this six times today already and it's nearly lunch.”
     “I'm great,” replied Girth Loinhammer, Dungeon Lord. “I'm at the peak of my dungeon-lording career! The forces of good fear me, the forces of evil respect me, and forces in general tremble before me! All bow before my glistening muscles and terrible leather chest straps.”
    “Is that how you feel,” pressed Doctor Gray, adjusting her spectacles, “or how society wants you to feel?”
    “I...uh...” Girth sighed. There was a couch here; he figured he might as well lie down on it. “The second one, I guess. Except...” He waited for Doctor Gray to ask “Except what?” but she didn't. She simply waited patie
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Literature
Inquisition
1
You knock on the door.
There is no answer.
Knock again: 2
Shout: 3
2
You knock again.
"Who's there?" calls a voice from inside.
Shout: 3
Kick down the door: 4
3
"This is Inquisitor Kostov of the Empress' Hand!" you bellow through the wood. "Open the door immediately!"
"A moment, please!" calls the voice from inside.
Senator Vye is a prominent figure in the City, and a crowd is beginning to form.
Grant him this mercy: 5
Kick down the door: 4
4
With practiced ease, you drive the heel of your boot into the wood just beside the handle.
The jamb splinters. The door crashes open.
Step inside: 6
5
A moment - no more - and the door opens.
Your gesture draws no respect from the crowd: they know only fear.
Step inside: 6
6
Your party makes its way silently inside.
The eyes of the crowd are wide as Syndergaard sets a chair in the centre of the room, and Creegen slowly shuts the door. It takes
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Breakfast at Timmy's
“I can't believe you're eating poutine for breakfast,” said Mike, staring at Joe over his huge stack of pancakes.
     “I can't believe you're not!” said Joe, setting the mountainous pile of food down on the tree stump they'd taken to using as a breakfast table. “Fries, cheese curds, gravy...it's got everything a growing lumberjack needs!”
    “Yeah. Because nobody in the history of the world has ever associated pancakes with lumberjacks.”
    Suddenly, as if enraged by sarcasm, a moose charged out of the trees and straight through the lumberjacks' breakfast.
    “Well that was something, eh?” said Joe. Then he noticed the state of his breakfast. “Aww. That moose got maple syrup all over my poutine. Could you lend me a toonie for another?”
    Mike was about to say “no,” and follow it up with, “but
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Beyond the Ken of Man
“Kneel before me!” boomed the wizard, atop his throne. “Kneel, for it is within my power to smite thee with forces beyond the ken of man, and deal unto thee a fate that would make thee envy the dead and long for oblivion!”
     “Don't believe you,” grunted the barbarian, folding his arms.
    The wizard laughed. “Thou thinkst thine scepticism makes thee wise? This is the greatest folly of all. My powers are my own, whether or not thou chooseth to believe their truth.”
    “Well, yeah.” The barbarian shrugged. “If you actually do the whole smiting thing, I'll believe you're capable of doing the whole smiting thing. I may be a barbarian, but I'm capable of adapting my worldview in response to observable evidence.”
    “Thou art loquacious for a barbarian.”
    “Thou art loquacious full stop.”
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The Scholar and the Aged King
Once upon a time there was a great nation, and ruling that nation there was a great king. Yet the king grew old, and his senses began to fail him. When he gazed across the palace gardens, the pleasant sight was but a pleasant haze, and when he surveyed his kingdom, his eyes were greeted by mere clouds, where his advisors could plainly see smoke on the horizon.
     Thus, though this great king was wise and his rule just, his court grew divided and his realm insecure. Bandits roamed the highways like wolves, while barbarians tore through villages like a ravenous inferno. Panic and fear spread like contagion, and soon flagellants became a common sight upon the streets of the capital, proclaiming this the end of days.
    Had the king produced an heir, he would have passed on the throne. But he had not, and he could see that to force a new ruler upon the people in these dark times would only make their panic more dangerous still. The king would have
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At Least it Gets Them Out of the House
“Wakka wakka wakka wakka...” chanted an iPhone zombie, blundering obliviously into traffic.
     “Wakka wakka wakka wakka!” yelled a swerving driver, flipping the first guy off with one hand while swiping frantically across the screen of his phone with the other.
    “Wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka ” droned a small child, incessantly, dragging her dad down the high street.
    “This new fad is a menace!” cried an old man on a bench, shaking his walking stick in the air. “Somebody should ban this Pac-Man Go nonsense!”
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Ceci n'est pas une histoire.
It was an exceptionally hot day in the golf course at the centre of the earth, and so Salvador Dali's moustache was enjoying a nice cool dip in the local clock.
     “Swim, swim, swim,” said Salvador Dali's moustache, content in the knowledge that nothing at all could possibly disturb the serenity of this lovely scene.
    But suddenly, Adolf Hitler's evil moustache appeared, wielding a doomsday device!
    “Egad!” cried Salvador Dali's moustache, “I thought Hitler got blasted into smithereens (and you onto some guy's glasses) on July 17th!”
    “A very astute and metaliterarily amusing observation,” observed Hitler's moustache. “Except that I am not Hitler's moustache,” continued not-Hitler's moustache. “I am Charlie Chaplin's moustache!”
    Salvador Dali's moustache raised a mousteyebrow. “I'm a little confu
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Damon L. Wakes
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Damon L. Wakes writes just about anything that springs to mind, producing both novels and short stories. As well as promoting his own books, he makes an effort to share the work of those who are under-read, under-appreciated, or just plain awesome.

Author of OCR is Not the Only Font, Red Herring, Bionic Punchline and Face of Glass.

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If you haven't already put in a pledge for Ten Little Astronauts (and possibly even if you have), here's something you should know about: Unbound is offering free UK shipping on books until the 30th of April. The code for it is (funnily enough) FREESHIPPING. It also gives you £4 off international shipping, so there's something for everyone.



This makes for a great opportunity to:
  1. Get a great deal on my book and help it reach bookshops at the same time. Ordinarily these promo codes cut into the value of the pledges themselves. This one just takes it out of the shipping so if you use it you'll be really helping me out a lot. You can save money while still helping my work every bit as much.
  2. Upgrade from ebook to paperback for next to nothing. With postage costs out of the equation it's just £5 more to get an ebook and paperback, and again that would help me out a great deal. Unlike ebooks, there's no VAT on paperbacks which means your money is going towards covering the costs of producing the book rather than being paid as tax.
  3. TELL OTHER PEOPLE!!! This promotion is only running until the end of the month and it's a really good chance to get new readers on board. I'm absolutely depending on word of mouth to make this book happen and it's already made such a difference. Sharing these posts helps a great deal but what makes the most difference is a personal recommendation: find someone who you think would like my sci-fi murder mystery, and tell them they can get it without shelling out for postage.

This is a really great opportunity, but there's not long to take advantage of it. Naturally I'll be telling everybody I can but what will really make it a success is if you, yes, you reading this right now let at least one other person know that it's an option. I spent hundreds and hundreds of hours writing this book, and (at this point probably more) hundreds and hundreds of hours trying to fund the thing. It's been - and is - a massive undertaking. So if you can take five minutes out of your day to either put in a pledge yourself or tell someone who you think might like to, it would absolutely mean the world to me.

A Notice of the Utmost Importance!!!

If you're about to thank me for a llama badge, there's really no need!

I give out llamas as a less cluttery alternative to saying "Thanks for the +fav." Please don't thank me for thanking you! It could start some kind of gratitude feedback loop that's liable to destroy the universe itself!

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Cherry-Lei Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the llama
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HanOneSail Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hey there, I was wondering if it's better to upload my story chapters as pdf or text.
Also, how have you been?
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DamonWakes Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2017  Professional Writer
Hi! There's a long answer and a short answer to that question. Short answer: text. Definitely text. Long answer: text unless you're submitting something that depends heavily on precise formatting or weird fonts, in which case PDF is the way to preserve that. In most cases text is vastly preferable because it's compatible with more browsers and, being reflowable, will display better on differently sized screens: use that unless you've got a very particular reason for wanting each word locked to a particular position on the page (eg. in a poem where the lines form an image) or your story relies on multiple/unusual fonts to make sense.

Things are good, thanks! I've got some neat events lined up this month - including a place on the author panel at Winchester Comic Con - and Ten Little Astronauts recently passed 25% of its funding target. I'm also running a draw for a free book when it reaches 125 supporters, and just now it's on 124: it's certainly an interesting time!
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HanOneSail Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Those are definitely some unique fonts. XD
I'm starting to work on my sci-fi story while releasing it as a web-fiction series.
I just feel like it matches my writing style to aim towards something like how one punch man got started
if you know about that series and how it began as a webcomic before a manga then an anime.
I was releasing most of my stuff in PDF, before I noticed that you have most of your deviations in text.
I'm glad to have asked my question it helps a lot.

That's good to hear, I'll be glad to post about it on social media.
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DamonWakes Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2017  Professional Writer
Yeah - that's one I really couldn't have done without PDF. It depends on the site you're using as well: one story had to be a PDF on dA because it was the only way I could find of including different coloured text, but it works fine directly on my blog which includes that option in the editor. It may have been possible to force red and green text by using HTML, but it would have been a chore to set up especially knowing that it still might not have worked. Best of luck with the fiction! I'm actually not all that familiar with One Punch Man but I've seen other things follow much the same format: Prequel started as very simple text and GIFs but more recent instalments have involved full-blown Flash games.

Please do! I'm amazed that last giveaway slot is still available, to be honest: last time I ran one of these, the final couple of spaces went ridiculously quickly, and the previous eight or so for this one were even faster! Any help getting the word out about Ten Little Astronauts in general is hugely appreciated, even (and maybe especially) if there's no particular milestone coming up. It's got a massive amount of support behind it already, but it'll need even more if it's going to make it into bookshops so I'm more or less relying on friends telling friends.
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Slashh-20000 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017
happy birthday man I hope everything in your life has gone well every creative process and life in general 
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DamonWakes Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2017  Professional Writer
Thanks! :D Yeah, things are good right now. I don't know if you've had a chance to look into Ten Little Astronauts yet but it hit 25% funding literally on my birthday so that's pretty neat! I'm actually getting the 25% milestone reward out to supporters right now.
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Slashh-20000 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2017
Awesome man glad to hear that ! Also thanks for keeping up with my comments lol
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
In at the last minute, but hope you had a happy birthday! All the best for the coming year! 

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DamonWakes Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2017  Professional Writer
Thank you! I did actually get this on the day, by the way (notification came through my phone) but didn't get a chance to reply until now.
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