Vinyl has been missing for weeks.

While this isn’t very abnormal, since that crazy unicorn has left for extended periods before, and not returned for days, you are still somewhat concerned for her well-being. She didn’t tell you where she might have been going, nor what she planned to do there. She hadn’t even bothered to write a letter explaining where she went! The nerve!

By now, you were especially worried. This was very unlike Vinyl, and your mind could only move to the most horrid fantasies of her finding an early demise in a back alley, or being kidnapped and sold into slavery, or worse yet, roped into one of those “adventures” the insane ponies from Ponyville kept on about.

What bothered you the most however, was your marefriend's temperment. Whenever Vinyl left you for more than a day, she always seemed to return with huge amounts of built-up libido. You can still remember last month, when she returned from her tour in Manehatten, slamming open the door, throwing your afternoon tea aside, and then ravaging you right in the middle of the dining room. You must have done it seven times that day… Your loins still ached from just thinking about it.

Even if Vinyl in't in mortal peril right now, you know she won't come home in a calm and collected manner...

You supposed you should go out to look for her, but having no idea what might have happened, you don’t know where to start searching.

But then again, you might as well check out the “den.”

Descending down the stairs from the ground floor of the apartment you and Vinyl shared in Ponyville, you flick on the light switch to the basement, which you always referred to as the “den.” Here, Vinyl would perform her unholy rituals of “wubs” and “dropping the bass,” which you were glad enough to leave her enough space for. It was much better than letting her blast away upstairs, where you practiced your cello playing.

In the center of the room, electronic equipment was layered to form a structure of metal, with a platform at the center. You couldn’t imagine what purpose any of this could have, since you weren’t very knowledgeable about this newer technology everypony seemed to use nowadays.

All you did know is that the ones stacked against the back wall, lining the entire surface, were the parts that played the sound. “Speakers,” Vinyl called them. You didn’t care what they were called, as long as none of them set foot anywhere near the rest of the house, lest they sound their fury on innocent ears.

The rest of the room was an absolute pigsty, littered with half-empty energy drink cans, mane dye, dirty clothes, sticky notes with reminders of future “gigs,” and that one box of Vinyl’s private toys. The smell was enough to make one gag, some scents a complete mystery to you, though not one you wish to solve. You try not to breathe through your nose, so the rancid odor of the room wouldn’t befoul your senses too much

As you look about, your first conclusion is that the entire room needs to be condemned.

However, focusing only on the bad points won't find anything useful, so you decide to step behind the music setup to see if Vinyl left any clues on her desk.

Almost immediately, a small scrap of paper stuck onto the corner of the computer's monitor catches your eye.

Deciding this looks like the best clue you’re likely to find, you snatch it, and quickly head back upstairs, away from the horrid stench of… Vinylness.

Finally arriving back in the orderly portion of the house, you look at the new clue you’ve found, and read the scribbled, almost childlike penmanship.

BucKet YOLO LisT

PlaCes I nEed tO go See beforE I Die

Following this title was a list of seemingly random places around the world.

Great Celestia, you think to yourself, what in Equestria have you gotten yourself into, Vinyl.

Quickly skimming over the rest of the rest of the list, you find a tiny note at the very bottom of the note.

“First trip 7/12”

Strange. July twelfth was the day that Vinyl disappeared.

Grinding your teeth in frustration, you realize the predicament. Vinyl must have left home to go on some journey to see some place in the world on this list without even bothering to tell you! The nerve!

However, your anger quickly subsides as you think it through a bit more, replacing itself with yet more worry and fear for your friend.

Wherever she went, she hasn’t written back, and you hardly think that a voluntary trip could take this long to return from… Vinyl might be stuck somewhere, unable to return for whatever reason, just waiting for somepony like you to find her and help her.

You sigh in annoyance. You might as well pack up some things and follow Vinyl to whatever place she had gone to. Even if she was actually fine and didn’t need your help, you feel like you need a vacation anyway. You pack up a saddlebag of necessities, don your usual bow-tie ensemble, and get ready to catch a train ride to…

Where did you want to go? The note didn’t seem to specify anywhere specific on the list… you can only imagine that Vinyl wouldn’t go down the list in order, so she could be at any one of these places…

Where should you go to look for Vinyl?

The Everfree Forest

The Smoky Mountain Peaks

The Amazon Jungle

The Crystal Empire

Canterlot Castle

The Griffin Kingdom

Author's Note

For those who don't know how "choose-your-own-adventure" stories work, each chapter will end with a choice. If you try to read all the chapters in a row, you'll get nowhere, so use the links at the bottom of each chapter to make your choice on how to proceed.

If a choice option is not a link, it means that the chapter has not yet been written. If you'd like a certain chapter to be written sooner rather than later, let me know in a comment, and I'll take your opinion into account.

If you'd like to propose an option that isn't listed, feel free to! I'll consider other ideas if they are popular or just plain strike my fancy.

Now go on, click one of the above links to start your journey!