The Land Rover lurches into life.\n\n"[[Fretur|]]," Ludo says, waving his hand toward the dirty windshield. "Fretur fretur."\n\n[[You turn on the windshield wipers.]]\n[[You pull onto the road and go straight ahead.]]
"Pa, chigareti," the soldier says, quickly removing the bill and sliding it into his pocket before putting the cigarette in his mouth. "Bregodo po Zekostan," he says, pulling out a lighter. "Fretur."\n\nWhen you hesitate, Ludo says, urgently, "Fretur!"\n\n[[You quickly pull away from the soldier and continue down the road.]]
"Pa," Ludo says, smiling. \n\nAfter another bumpy kilometer, an intersection appears. A much newer road branches off to the left, while the road you're on continues straight. You could go a lot faster on the new road.\n\n"Which way?" you ask Ludo.\n\n"Fretur," Ludo says.\n\n[[You continue straight ahead.]]\n[[You turn left onto the new road.]]
"Bid bid BID!" Ludo cries. He mutters something, holding his hands up in supplication to the sky, as you turn around and return to the fork in the road.\n\n[[You take the right fork.]]
"Kurtol," Ludo says again, waving his hand side to side.\n\nYou dimly remember reading somewhere that pointing is taboo in Zekostan.\n\n[[You turn right.]]\n[[You turn left.]]
Last night, the highly respected Minister of Science in the Republic of Zekostan announced that local scientists unearthed what could be a crashed alien spacecraft. \n\nToday, you'll be the first foreign correspondent to land in Zekostan to cover the story. You seriously screwed up your last assignment and let Agence France-Presse get the scoop, so you're determined to redeem yourself this time.\n\nYour publisher has arranged for a guide to drive you to the remote crash site and translate from Zeko for you.\n\nNow you're hurrying off the plane into the tiny airport, looking for your guide. A tall, thin man is holding a sign with your name on it. When you go up to him, he greets you warmly, saying, "Bregodo, bregodo."\n\nThen he hands you a folded piece of paper.\n\n[[You open it.]]
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Ludo smiles and hands you a cigarette. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and holds it expectantly.\n\nYou don't want to offend him, so you sniff the cigarette appreciatively and then put it in your pocket. "Later," you say. \n\nLudo looks a little confused but puts away the lighter. \n\n[[You continue driving.]]
"Pa," Ludo says with satisfaction as the Land Rover continues to lurch down the battered road. \n\nHe pulls out a pack of clove cigarettes and offers you one. "Chigareti?"\n\nYou don't smoke, so you say:\n\n[[Pa]]\n[[Bid]]
"Bid! Hegga!" Ludo cries, nearly grabbing the wheel from you.\n\nYou slam on the brakes.\n\n[[The soldier walks up to the Land Rover.]]
"Bid, bid!" Ludo says frantically, twisting to wave in the other direction. "Kurtol!"\n\nYou quickly back up to the T junction.\n\n[[You turn left.]]
Ludo is looking in his pockets for something. You take out your press credentials.\n\n[[The soldier walks up to the Land Rover.]]
You round a bend, and suddenly there's a fork in the road. \n\n"Heep!" Ludo says.\n\nYou don't have time to think about it.\n\n[[You take the right fork.]]\n[[You take the left fork.]]
"Okey," Ludo says. He puts the cigarettes away.\n\n[[You continue driving.]]
"Bid, bid!" Ludo cries in dismay as you drive toward the trees. "Hegga!"\n\n[[You stop the car.]]
"Bid, bid!" Ludo says, looking exasperated. "Fretur!"\n\nYou back up and return to old road. \n\n[[You continue straight ahead.]]\n
The road is getting rougher. The afternoon sun is to your left, so at least you know you're going north, toward the supposed crash site and your international, first-on-the-scene report. \n\nA slight haze appears in the rear-view mirror. It looks like a distant cloud of dust from another vehicle!\n\nLudo notices your alarm and twists in his seat to look back. "Agence France-Presse?" he says speculatively.\n\nYou press harder on the gas pedal. Another T intersection is rapidly approaching. You can't waste time making mistakes. "Which way?" you ask Ludo.\n\n"Heep," he says.\n\n[[You turn to the left.]]\n[[You turn to the right.]]
Learning Zeko
In another kilometer, the road abruptly rises. When you reach the top, you realize that you're on the edge of a wide, round bowl in the earth. Near the center of the bowl are clustered white metal trailers, earth-moving equipment, and several people. \n\nJust beyond the people and equipment, you can see a jagged hole in the earth, with fresh dirt piled to one side. Between a group of workers and a pile of dirt, you catch a glimpse of a smooth metal surface jutting from the hole.\n\n"Fretur," Ludo says. \n\n[[You drive down toward the site.]]\n\n
"Pa," Ludo says with satisfaction. \n\nThis road is even rougher and narrower. You're going through woodlands now, and up ahead you see that someone has been cutting trees. Long trunks are piled at the side of the road.\n\n"Hegga!" Ludo suddenly says as you pass the felled trees.\n\nYou look at him in confusion.\n\n"Hegga! Hegga!" he says, waving his hand back at the trees.\n\n[[You stop the car.]]\n[[You turn the car around.]]
The soldier sternly says a phrase that includes "bid" a lot. Ludo protests and says something that sounds like "yurnalista." The soldier looks at your press credentials and walks over to his partner.\n\nLudo is searching his pockets with increasing frustration. You reach into your own pocket and pull out a 100 zekor bill. You take one of Ludo's cigarettes and quickly roll the bill around it while the soldier heads back to your Land Rover.\n\nHe walks up to you, "bid" written all over his face. Before he can say anything, you smile politely and hold up the cigarette.\n\nYou say, [[chigareti]]?\nYou say, [[sigaret]]?
"Bid, bid," Ludo says, frowning. "Fretur!" He waves his hand forward again. You turn off the wipers. \n\n[[You pull onto the road and go straight ahead.]]
Ludo leads you to a dusty Land Rover parked haphazardly along the edge of the road. He hurries to the driver's side door and opens it with a flourish. \n\nOverhead, a plane is approaching the runway. Is it carrying the Agence France-Presse journalist? There's no way you're letting them scoop you again! \n\nYou quickly get in the Land Rover and Ludo eagerly climbs into the passenger seat. He hands you a key.\n\n[[You start the engine.]]\n
You pull up next to one of the white trailers, and an official-looking woman with a clipboard approaches. Ludo gets out of the Land Rover but motions for you to stay put. \n\nAs Ludo walks up to the official, you pull out your notebook and quickly write down some of the Zeko terms you've learned so far.\n\n<html><img src="zeko-notes.png" width="500" /></html>\n\n----\n\nThis activity is a demonstration of [[Twine|]] and of how instructional designers could use branching scenarios to help learners construct meaning on their own. For details, see [[this post|]].\n\n--Cathy Moore
"Jodgor?" Ludo says dismissively. "Pffft. Agence France-Presse!" \n\nLudo puts his hand on his heart and bows. "Bregodo," he says again, and gestures grandly toward the exit.\n\nYou sigh and say, [[Let's go!]]
"Pa!" Ludo says. The road makes another turn, and suddenly you see two military vehicles parked at the side of the road. A soldier with a gun is standing near one of them, watching you approach.\n\n"Hegga?" you ask Ludo.\n\n"Pa," he says.\n\n[[You continue straight past the soldier.]]\n[[You stop near the soldier.]]
The soldier looks baffled for a second, then bursts into laughter. He deftly removes the 100-zekor bill and slides it into his pocket, then turns to show his partner the cigarette.\n\n"Sigaret!" he says, laughing. His partner rolls his eyes and says something that sounds like "idioti" and then ... tries to kiss his own elbow?\n\nLudo whispers "chigareti" and taps his cigarette case. Then he whispers "sigaret" and taps his elbow.\n\nStill laughing, the first soldier slaps the fender of the Land Rover. "Fretur," he says.\n\nWhen you hesitate, Ludo says, urgently, "Fretur!"\n\n[[You quickly pull away from the soldier and continue down the road.]] \n
"Pa," Ludo says, suddenly opening his door and jumping out of the Land Rover. He runs back to the felled trees and begins pulling one into the road.\n\n"Agence France-Presse!" he yells to you.\n\nYou hurry back and help him pull another heavy trunk into the road, blocking it.\n\nThen you both get back into the Land Rover and [[speed north again]].
"Bid bid bid!" Ludo cries in dismay. "Heep!"\n\nYou slam on the brakes and back up quickly to the T instersection, the tires kicking up dust.\n\n[[You turn to the right.]]
The note says,\n\n<html><blockquote>I was originally contracted to be your guide, but Agence France-Presse has given me a more generous offer. Therefore I will guide their journalist and you will travel with my cousin, the man who bears this note.\n\n<br /><br />I regret to say that my cousin does not speak English or know how to drive, but he will show you the way. His name is Ludo.\n\n<br /><br />Best regards,\n\n<br />Jodgor K.\n</blockquote></html>\nLudo is smiling expectantly. "Bregodo," he says again.\n\nYou say, [[Where is Jodgor? I must speak to Jodgor!]]\nYou say, [[Let's go!]] and gesture toward the exit.
Sample scenario \nby [[Cathy Moore|]]
"Pa, pa," Ludo says, smiling. "Fretur."\n\nThe road is rough, but the Land Rover handles well. You pick up speed, hoping to put as much distance as possible between you and the Agence France-Presse usurper. \n\nSuddenly the road stops at a T junction.\n\n"Kurtol," Ludo says, waving his hand side to side. \n\n[[You turn right.]]\n[[You turn left.]]\nYou say, [[I'm sorry. Which way?]]