9 Dec 2025, 17:03 UTC314 views24 reactions100 Starsread 8 August 2026 The end.
It was great, wasn't it?
Every beginning has an end.
And Facets is no exception.
We've come a long way, learned a lot about ourselves and our facets, made painful choices in the most difficult moral situations, rejoiced and grieved when we learned the whole story about our choices.
I hope you have no regrets.
A few statistics:
1,311 users.
143 dilemmas.
12,037 conscious choices.
What's next? Who knows.…
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7 Dec 2025, 17:03 UTC166 viewsread 8 August 2026 You're Alex DeLarge—Prisoner 6655321—and you're trapped in Her Majesty's Prison reading the Bible in your cell when the Chief Guard tells you the Minister wants to see you. That's never good. Or maybe it is. Hard to tell in this cancerous world.
Two years you've been in here. Two years of the old in-out in-out of prison routine: wake, work, eat, sleep, repeat. Twelve more years to go for what they called murder, tho…
7 Dec 2025, 17:03 UTC274 viewsread 8 August 2026 The room goes quiet. You sit there, oh my brothers, understanding the real question: Is it better to be forced to be good, or to freely choose to be bad?
In here, you're locked up, but your gulliver is still yours. You can think what you want, dream what you want, be whoever you are in the privacy of your mind. You're caged, but you're still Alex. Still capable of choosing, even if the only choices are which Scriptu…
5 Dec 2025, 17:01 UTC80 viewsread 8 August 2026 You're Butch Cassidy—Robert LeRoy Parker, if anyone still remembers your real name—and you're bleeding out in a sun-baked Bolivian village with your best friend, a hundred soldiers outside, and exactly zero good options left.
The year is 1908. Nine years since you and the Sundance Kid fled Wyoming with a posse that wouldn't quit. Nine years since you realized the Wild West you knew—the open ranges, the easy scores, …
5 Dec 2025, 17:01 UTC121 viewsread 8 August 2026 You could split up. One of you creates a distraction, draws their fire, while the other slips out the back. Fifty-fifty chance one of you makes it. But it means leaving your partner behind. It means one of you dies alone while the other lives with it.
You could try to negotiate. Offer to work for the Bolivian government—you know every outlaw route in South America by now. Or promise to quit robbery forever, go strai…
3 Dec 2025, 17:00 UTC62 viewsread 8 August 2026 The Bramford building looms over Central Park West like a gothic cathedral, all dark stone and shadowed windows. You're Rosemary Woodhouse, twenty-four years old, newlywed, and seven months pregnant with a child you're no longer sure is yours.
Your hands shake as you hold Hutch's book—*All of Them Witches*. He's in a coma now. The doctors say stroke, but you know better. He was trying to warn you about the Bramford,…
3 Dec 2025, 17:00 UTC84 viewsread 8 August 2026 You solved the anagram Roman kept repeating: Steven Marcato. Rearranged: *Satan, deliver me*. But also: Roman Castevet = *Satan, live here now*. And Adrian Marcato, the devil worshipper who was killed by angry Catholics in the Bramford in 1896—Roman's father.
Your baby is due in three weeks. Your body is no longer your own. Your husband made a deal—your womb for his career. Your neighbors aren't eccentric—they're a …
1 Dec 2025, 17:01 UTC57 viewsread 8 August 2026 The Florida sun beats down on your neck like a hammer. Your hands bleed from the pickaxe, legs ache from leg irons, throat burns from thirst. You're Lucas Jackson—war veteran, drifter, drunk, prisoner number 37 on a rural Florida chain gang. Two years for cutting the heads off parking meters one drunken night in May 1948.
But that's not really why you're here.
You're here because you can't stop. Can't stop drinking…
1 Dec 2025, 17:01 UTC77 viewsread 8 August 2026 Dragline visits you in the dark. Big, loyal Dragline, who's followed you like a disciple since the boxing match.
"Luke," he whispers, "you gotta stop. They're gonna kill you."
You look at his eyes. They aren't dead anymore. You put that light back in them.
"Maybe," you say. "But if I stop, what are you?"
He has no answer.
The other prisoners watch from their bunks, pretending to sleep. Waiting. Waiting to see if…
29 Nov 2025, 17:02 UTC61 viewsread 8 August 2026 You are a twenty-four-year-old documentary filmmaker, fresh from film school, armed with revolutionary ideas about cinéma vérité and capturing "truth" on camera. Your thesis project, "Authenticity in the Age of Performance," caught the attention of someone connected to Andy Warhol's Factory. They've invited you to spend two weeks at the Hotel Chelsea, documenting its legendary residents.
This is your dream—access to…
29 Nov 2025, 17:02 UTC62 viewsread 8 August 2026 This is the moment your film has been building toward. This is raw truth, unfiltered reality, the kind of footage that wins awards and launches careers. This is also a human being dying while you decide if his death is worth more as documentary evidence or as a life saved.
Edie appears in the doorway. She sees Danny, sees you, sees the camera. "Now you understand," she says quietly. "This is the Chelsea's real art. …
27 Nov 2025, 17:00 UTC48 viewsread 8 August 2026 You are a scholar of comparative mythology, traveling through the Andalusian mountains in search of forgotten manuscripts. The year is 1789, and the Enlightenment's rationalism battles against centuries of mystical tradition. Your academic reputation rests on your ability to explain supernatural phenomena through natural causes—you've debunked haunted monasteries, exposed fraudulent miracles, and reduced ancient curs…
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